Red Dead Redemption

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I should have known that he should not have been rescued.

Chado's death was indeed a pity for him.

Because Hong Fei deliberately adopted a close-up posture from the beginning, combined with body control, battle armor capture and other aspects, a super-high-speed reaction suppression was formed, so that Chado would be created by Hong Fei to his body before the flames erupted. The more painful reasons will directly destroy the explosion process of the flame.

In layman's terms: interrupt casting.

As a result, Chado had no chance at all to show his true combat power, let alone show his true potential.

[Fusion Card: Spirit of Vengeance] - Chado Santana: "Create and finely control ordinary fire and even hellfire."

Ordinary flames also have extremely high temperatures, and hellfire is equivalent to directly jumping the ability to the level of high-level magic. .

This Spirit of Vengeance is similar to the Spirit of Vengeance of Marvel Ghost Rider, but the most intuitive difference between them is that the DC version of the Spirit of Vengeance does not have the effect of soul judgment.

Killing Chado, Hong Fei's growth is not energy, but physical fitness.

As always, the judgment of one's own ability to judge whether it is good or bad is biased towards "the argument doesn't care".

If you really want to talk about your heart, then you can see that the blockbusters are mentally and ideologically bad people.

This corresponds to what Chado did before he went to jail. He is a member of a street gang and has been a gangster for many years, so he basically does everything a gangster does.

Therefore, even if he has changed his mind and does not want to do bad things again, after his past actions have been judged by law, there is no time and opportunity for him to do good things.

In addition, before being locked up in Bell Reeve Prison, Chado stayed in the ordinary prison, but because of the arrogant tattoos around him, he was targeted or even beaten by other inmates. One time, he burst out suddenly, and the violent flames directly surrounded the surrounding area. Dozens of people around him were all burned to ashes. This was the immediate reason for his imprisonment in Belle Reeve.

Hong Fei doesn't deny that Chado has begun to have a brighter heart, as if he himself would never really deny to his heart that he is a bad person.

However, Chado's past is indeed full of bad things. Judging from his performance before his death, he is indeed as Hong Fei said, hoping that he can be a good person from scratch in his next life.

A good guy is usually scarier than the average bad guy when he goes black.

The determination and belief of a bad person after awakening is definitely very firm.

All I can say is: unfortunately.

Rush to the airport and land in Gotham three hours later.

This is a strange city. Walking out of the airport lobby, Hong Fei felt as if he had smelled the ubiquitous smell of gunpowder smoke.

Words like guns, violence, crime, and the like don't stand out on this land.

People living in this city are far stronger than Marvel's New Yorkers.

Taking a taxi to the destination, Hong Fei did not forget to observe left and right along the way.

During the day, the environment here is not much different from other cities. The office workers are still bustling. Only when they pass through some dark alleys and corners can some people be seen in groups or curled up alone. to perform some indescribable behavior.

He saw the Gotham cops, much easier than the New York cops. They don't need to take a step to patrol everywhere, they just hang around the police car in twos and threes and chat, they don't pay much attention to the passing pedestrians, maybe they don't want to, maybe they don't dare, but most likely, they It has already been inextricably linked with Gotham's underground forces, and there is no need to stare at possible criminal acts.

Even Master Hong still has a headache when he sees this city.

The time and effort it takes to completely restore the city to what it is known as "normal" will be daunting to anyone.

At the bottom, there are countless criminals and gangsters. They may be office workers during the day, doctors and nurses, and security police, but as long as night falls, they may become terrifying murderers.

Like that bat, rich by day, hero by night.

The upper echelons, from the business start, to the police station, the city council, the government that ostensibly wields the power, may actually be the court of owls that is shady.

Batman always likes to say that Gotham is his city.

But until now, Gotham is actually a city of owls.

They are all nocturnal animals.

Moreover, owls and bats are also inextricably linked.

Gotham's dark night has been divided among owls, bats, criminals and victims.

In contrast, Gotham's daytime is terrifyingly normal. It's like a mentally ill serial killer who suddenly gives you a "gentle" smile a second before he holds the weapon.

"If Gotham could talk, then it would definitely beg me to send it a nuclear bomb, or no matter what method was used, it would definitely kill him." Hong Fei murmured to himself.

Once again, the right hand began to scratch the itchy left arm involuntarily.

Suddenly, Hong Fei lowered his head when his hand moved.

This is not the first time.

Roll up the sleeves, the skin is normal, but the hair has always been a little long.

Itching, which comes from the inside out, originates under the skin.

It was as if something was about to grow. This feeling reminded Hong Fei of the process of changing his teeth and growing his teeth twenty years ago. At that time, he always liked to rub his gums with his tongue, and even put his hand into his mouth to press it to relieve pain and itching. , regardless of whether the teeth will be crooked or not.

He frowned, looked around, and stretched out his hand to pinch left and right.

The destination has arrived.

The driver woke him up from his thoughts, and when he turned around, he looked at Hong Fei with a strange look.

After paying the fare and getting out of the car, Hong Fei stood on the street looking at the high-rise buildings on both sides, and suddenly felt like he had fallen into an abyss.

This feeling has never been seen anywhere else.

Maybe this is Gotham.

love it.

Enter the building and take the elevator up.

The meeting place was Harlene Quetzel's studio.

Standing on the side of the glass door, Hong Fei adjusted his new suit, brushed his hair with his fingers, and knocked on the invisible earphones.

"Sir, I am here."

Hearing Arthur's reply, Hong Fei was relieved.

knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Hong Fei stepped forward, the sensor door opened automatically, and a faint woody fragrance penetrated into the nasal cavity.

Woody fragrance, very suitable for autumn, but it is still spring.

The furnishing in the studio is simple, or rather, it is being relocated.

Dr. Harleen Quzel, who was wearing a white coat, was crouching on the ground to seal a cardboard box. When she heard footsteps, she turned around with a faint smile of welcoming visitors in her eyes, but her expression didn't seem to follow. Still calm.

Two seconds later, she also seemed to have discovered her own problem, so she put down the tape in her hand and stood up, raised her hand to support the black-rimmed glasses, and then squeezed out a little smile.

Stepping forward with high heels, he reached out his hand three meters away: "Hello, welcome, is that Mr. Hong?"

"It's me." Hong Fei nodded, shook her half hand, and looked at each other for a second.

Harleen turned around, opened her arms and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm going to move from here soon, so it looks empty, but after all, psychological counseling is not the same as a hospital, so I can guarantee that this will not be the case. Decreased my quality of service."

Hong Fei looked at her figure, especially the high heels and nodded: I believe it.

"Move? Where is Dr. Harleen moving?"

"Well, Arkham, I occasionally go to the Black Gate. I have read the basic information you provided. You are from Gotham, and you must know these two places."

"Yes, I know that."

Needless to say, Arkham, who is full of talented people, is not a good place to be in Black Gate Prison. The former detains crazy super criminals, and the latter detains relatively ordinary but far from ordinary gangsters.

Harlin introduced Hong Fei into the inner room, and the woody scent suddenly became a little richer.

The floors are wood-grained, the walls are covered with wood-grain wallpaper, and so is the ceiling.

It should be a very natural visual effect, but because of the strong woody fragrance, it suddenly brings people into the bleak late autumn.

has a problem.

It's not Hong Fei's own problem, but Harleen Quezel's own problem.

Taking a seat on the single sofa, Hong Fei waited quietly for a while.

Ha Lin wiped the water on her hands and kept saying sorry, "Mr. Hong, it's been a long wait, we can start right away."

"Ok."

After a while, Ha Lin sat opposite Hong Fei, with her legs close to one side, with Hong Fei's materials on her legs, and began to get to the point.

"Mr. Hong, have you been receiving insomnia-related treatment before?"

"Yes."

"How long does it last?"

"One year."

"Do you remember when it first started?"

The chatting process is very simple, with Arthur's guidance, he will not have any mistakes.

Harleen was very professional in questioning, listening, and guiding. Hong Fei had to follow Arthur's instructions to make corresponding micro-expressions and actions during the answering process. Only in this way could he hide from her observation and analysis.

Likewise, Hong Fei is watching Ha Rim.

With the passage of time, he... no, Arthur's judgment on her own problems has become more complete and even more certain.

After more than ten minutes passed, Harlin was silent for a little longer. After writing and drawing quickly, she suddenly raised her head to look at Hong Fei with amazement.

Before Hong Fei asked her question, she grabbed the hair hanging from her ear and said with a smile, "Mr. Hong, why don't we talk in a different way?"

"Can."

Harlin got up, adjusted the sofa to a lying position, said a moment, and left again.

"Arthur, what's wrong with the answer just now?"

"Sir ~www.readwn.com~ All the answers just now point to a result that is consistent with what Dr. Harlene is studying, that is, that your actual state is similar to the patient who has caused her to be in a trance recently, i.e. 'Lack of empathy'."

"Hey...Aren't you afraid she'll call the police?"

"Dr. Harleen is professional and she won't reveal your state of mind to anyone."

"Well, but are you sure it's alright? Although I do have something like that, I'm definitely far inferior to the clown, right?"

"Sir, that's not really..."

The lights dimmed with a snap, only a faint and soft warm yellow light. Harlin said, "Mr. Hong, can you adapt?"

Hong Fei narrowed his eyes: "Yes."

After a while, Harleen sat down where Hong Fei's head was facing, and gently pressed her fingers on his head.