Chapter 34
A Dark and Windy Night
Chapter 34 A Dark and Windy Night
A gloomy night. Lights flickered on buildings and streets, dark clouds shrouded the city, even the starlight and moon were obscured by darkness. Occasionally, whispers broke the silence of the streets, interspersed with the meows of cats and the roar of car engines. An eerie atmosphere permeated the air, carrying an ominous air.
In a corner of the city, thick smoke rose from the chimney of an old building. Two figures, one tall and one thin, walked side by side at the dark alley entrance.
They are agents of the Sky Eye.
A few days ago, a bizarre event occurred in Gotham City that defied scientific explanation. The vast majority of the city's residents were dragged into a nightmare, where a giant named "Ultraman" appeared and defeated the culprit of the nightmare in an inexplicable way, saving the city.
The incident naturally attracted the attention of the Sky Eye. In fact, Sky Eye had been keeping an eye on Gotham for a long time. Ever since Starro the Great was turned into fireworks by the red-silver giant's hand-pulled beam, Sky Eye had been searching for any trace of the giant.
Therefore, when Ultraman reappeared, their attention turned to Gotham.
These two agents came for this purpose. However, their mission wasn't exactly top-secret; they were simply investigating in Gotham to gather detailed information about that nightmare.
They had just finished their late-night snack and were leaving the restaurant to head towards their safe house.
"So, we already knew that aliens really exist?" the tall, thin agent asked in surprise.
"Of course, otherwise why do you think our Sky Eye exists?" the short agent said matter-of-factly.
The two were a classic veteran-mentor-rookie duo. The tall, thin agent was a newcomer who had just been transferred to Sky Eye this month, and clearly didn't know enough about the department's history.
"Uh, I thought our presence was just in case or something," the tall, thin agent said. "You know, like sending messages into space based on the possibility that aliens exist."
"And then an alien tells you 'Don't answer'?"
The short agent shook his head.
"You really need to go back and brush up on your knowledge, newbie. In fact, FAST's first contact with extraterrestrial affairs happened much earlier than you think."
"Big Brother must have been in the organization for a long time, right?"
"Not long, maybe twenty years," the short agent said, unconsciously puffing out his chest. "But to be honest, I'll definitely experience more than you."
"Back in the day, on a top-secret mission, I was all alone with just a gun, fighting my way from the coastal city to the metropolis without even blinking."
"Huh?" the tall, thin agent exclaimed in surprise. "Don't your eyes get dry?"
The short agent abruptly shut his mouth and glared at him expressionlessly.
I said I kill without blinking, and you ask me if my eyes are dry?
The short agent immediately shut his mouth, and continued walking without saying a word, his face dark.
The tall, thin man asked timidly, "Big brother?"
"Shut up," the short agent said coldly. "I don't want to talk."
"But brother, it looks like someone is following us."
"I said I don't want to. Hmm?"
The short agent raised an eyebrow.
The tall, thin agent was right. They were being watched by someone; someone was following them.
That in itself isn't strange. After all, this is Gotham, and people die every day. Heaven knows how many skeletons lie beneath Gotham Harbor, and how many wronged souls wander there.
However, based on experience, the elderly, women, children, or lone pedestrians are more likely to be targeted. It's relatively rare for two grown men like them—whose appearances suggest they're not to be trifled with—to be targeted.
Is it robbery?
Or perhaps it could be said that it was a sexual assault?
The tall, thin agent touched his fair face, and suddenly seemed to understand something.
If that's the case, then while the Gotham criminals are undoubtedly heinous, they certainly have good judgment.
"Come out," the short agent said coldly.
The two Sky Eye agents were not afraid of ordinary thieves, and even found it somewhat amusing that they had been targeted.
But to everyone's surprise, the person who came out from around the corner was a woman.
A woman of exceptional beauty, possessing an almost magnetic aura. Her bright eyes seemed to sparkle like stars, and when slightly narrowed, they revealed a seductive allure. Her slightly wavy hair cascaded over her shoulders like a black waterfall, smooth and supple. Her lips were full and alluring, sometimes slightly upturned, as if holding untold secrets.
Of course, the tall, thin agent only noticed this later.
The first thought that popped into his mind was...
Holy crap, it's huge!
Perhaps influenced by the topic of conversation, even more absurd ideas continued to surface in my mind.
It's so big, could it be an alien?
If she wanted to assault him, it wouldn't be out of the question.
The short agent stepped forward: "Madam."
Before he could finish speaking, he felt a figure flash in front of him.
It seemed as if in the blink of an eye, the woman had suddenly appeared on his face as if in a flash.
Before he could even think, the woman's slender hand was already pressed against his chest. That small hand unleashed an astonishing strength completely disproportionate to its appearance. The short agent felt a monstrous force sweep over him like a tidal wave, and with a muffled groan, he was sent flying backward, rolling several times before crashing into a corner of the wall and losing consciousness.
"Big brother!"
The tall, thin agent was taken aback and hurriedly drew his gun.
"Don't move!"
They said not to move, but they had already started firing.
Clearly, despite being a newcomer, the tall, thin agent was well-versed in the core principles of American-style interrogation: fire first, then question. In any case, taking the other side down first is always the right thing to do.
Ran and egg.
The bullet struck the woman directly in the chest.
In an instant, the scene...
But that was all. Several dented and deformed bullets clattered to the ground. The woman frowned slightly, then coldly looked up at the tall, thin agent holding a gun in front of her.
The tall, thin agent stared at the bullets that had bounced off the other man, opened his mouth, and was speechless with astonishment.
Not human, definitely not human.
The woman raised her arm and casually slapped him. The tall, thin agent immediately tilted his head and fell to the ground, losing consciousness.
Both agents lost consciousness. Moments later, another figure appeared in the alley. The tall, burly man approached the woman and glanced down at the spot where she had just been shot.
"Are you hurt?"
"It's alright," the woman said lazily. "As expected of a primitive planet with only a level three civilization; even their weapons are so outdated. I didn't even notice."
"real?"
The burly man stretched out his hand.
"I don't believe it unless I try it."
"We're on business." The woman shrugged and gestured with her lips to the two unconscious agents. "Take them back and we'll question them properly."
"OK."
(End of this chapter)