Dc Rage Dragon

Boston is hot and cold frequently in spring, and the climate changes rapidly. In the morning, there are some cool air particles freezing on the skin in the morning, and the goose bumps are cold.

After the sun broke through the clouds and the first ray of sunlight hit the city, the temperature rose rapidly.

The bustle has already begun.

The young children delivering newspapers and delivering milk, step on their bicycles, and bring the necessities of the morning dining table to every household.

At a certain manhole cover where their bicycle wheel passed, the manhole cover was not very tightly covered.

"Damn manhole cover, damn city planning bureau."

The young man yelled angrily and almost caused him to fall over the unbalanced manhole cover. He hurriedly stabilized the bicycle, pedaling faster, and left here.

The bustle belongs to the people on the ground.

Under the manhole cover.

The wall of the passage was dark and damp, and blood dripped with his hands climbing the iron ladder. Steve's corpse, a broken arm, hung at the bottom, hooked up the iron ladder, half of his body was washed and swayed by sewage from the sewer.

In the end, chucking, the impact of the sewage continued to wash away, sliding him down the hooked iron ladder, and the corpse floated and sank in the sewage.

With snakes, insects, mice and ants, it is filthy and flows down in the sewers as a whole.

Until it flows to a huge amount of filter, the corpse and trash are stuck together, regardless of each other.

He became conscious, not biological consciousness in the traditional sense, and his corpse was already dead.

In the muddle, a sudden light pierced into the line of sight.

"what!"

He looked terrified, his eyes were frightened, and his body was sweating profusely. However, he found that there should be a dangerous extreme biological reaction, the adrenal glands surged, the body was sweating, and the instinctive resistance did not appear.

The physical reaction he thought was just thought.

Now he just felt some coldness and emptiness in his body, so he quickly recovered, soberly feeling that he was different.

"Where is this, am I killed?"

Steve's body is very vacant and transparent. He looked at his hands, his gaze penetrated to see underneath.

Sweeping his gaze, he found himself standing on a rocky balance.

He was standing in the middle, on the left, there was a hazy white figure with a profile that looked like himself.

On the right, there is a shadowy figure with black light, with a profile that resembles himself.

Only this balance is bright and can be seen clearly, but the outside world is completely dark.

"This is where?"

"This is an endless moment between the misery of life and the pain of death."

A tall, shady female body appeared behind him and said lightly.

Steve turned around, staring suspiciously at the figure who couldn't see his body, and asked, "Who are you? God? Demon?"

"Don't care who I am? There is a road ahead of you, and I am here to guide you on the road." Said the black shadow Jiaoju.

"Originally, this opportunity belongs to another person, but giving you this opportunity should be more interesting than before, so you came here."

The black shadow's beautiful body has a hint of fun.

"What's the meaning?"

Steve asked vigilantly.

He was sure that he was dead. The feeling of being pinched around his neck, painful and helpless, and darkness spreading from all sides, overwhelming himself, was the feeling of death.

Resurrected now?

Does standing here mean that you are in some kind of conspiracy? Is it used by the so-called gods and demons?

"Don't care. Don't be alert. You have no value."

"On the left is a path of love and care. You must act for others, not yourself."

"On the right is a greedy road of selfishness and conceit, a dark road filled with emotions."

"It's up to you to stand in the center of the balance, which side you take your steps to."

Dark Jiao said, as if with a funny smile, waiting for Steve's choice.

Steve moved his gaze away from the dark body and looked towards the end of the balance on the left. No wonder he always felt familiar. This bright figure is himself, and so is the dark figure on the right.

He looked at the bright figure, then turned to look at the end of the darkness, his faint and transparent eyes flashed with resentment and hatred.

"I dedicate the light to the world and draw one person into the darkness, okay?"

Steve's voice is low and angry.

I can't forget the feeling of being pinched on the neck, unable to resist, and the darkness spreads a little bit on the line of sight and consciousness, until there is nothing, the feeling of death.

"Why not?"

The dark body said without mind that human beings are always changeable, and the boundary between good and evil has never been clear or clear.

Steve didn't fall into her language trap, and chose to do both, then do both, it's none of his own business anyway.

She just gave a chance.

After the dark body finished speaking, it gradually dissipated.

Immediately, Steve's soul gradually disappeared, and his sight disappeared.

When he regained his sight, it was on the filter of the sewer. He emerged from his corpse, and the ghost floated out.

It was a shady feeling, without flesh, frivolous.

He stood in mid-air, in the dark, damp, and dirty sewer, looking at his broken and ugly corpse, and the garbage pile on the filter, clenching his fists involuntarily, gritted his teeth and roared with hatred.

"Alex! Damn you!!!"

His soul body shuttled out of the sewer, and the sun was shining in the sky, and it did not give him the temperature that he should have. He still felt that the soul body was cold, and this cold was a kind of comfort.

He glanced at the alley where his death was full of hatred. The bloodstains and traces there have been cleared very clean, except that the wall stone that his face hit was rubbed into a white stone body. , It is conceivable that at that time, what strength Alex used to smash his entire face forcibly.

"From then on, I am your nightmare."

Steve sneered, turning around and heading in the first direction, not to find Alex for revenge, but to fly towards Diana's residence.

He must not let Alex get Diana.

He wanted to tell Diana about Alex's brutal nature.

From killing himself in this way, you can see his cruel nature.

During the in-depth investigation using the Sky Eye Society, Steve knew more about the fact that Alex committed the crime. Definitely, there was no evidence. What he did was very clean, but the doubts were too great, almost without thinking, Steve was sure that it was Alex. Cox did it.

The information given to Diana is in fact all true. Alex really used concrete to pour people into the ocean. He also formed gangs, provoked gangs to fight, and killed many people.

Steve doesn't consider himself a prejudice, which does prove that Alex, the Tyrannosaurus, is a cruel, cold-blooded monster.

The world thinks he is a superhero, he deceived the whole world.

This kind of monster is not worthy of Diana.

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