Chapter 81: Victory in hand or rollover
Rowling's father is American, and her mother is a native of South Africa. She is the only daughter in the family.
My father and mother run an ancestral farm.
The family has a house and property, so life should be good.
Unfortunately, her father was an alcoholic.
In her mind, the only impression of her father is endless alcoholism and domestic violence.
The terminally ill, there is no cure!
This is not only her evaluation of her father, but also her evaluation of her own life.
One day, her father came home very drunk and stumbled with a gun in his hand.
Rowling and her mother hid in the bedroom opposite the front door, and they held the door against the alcoholic man.
Who would have thought that her father would shoot with a gun after smashing the door a few times.
Three bullets broke through the door.
Rowling was not shot, but her mother fell in a pool of blood.
She knelt on the ground and hugged her mother's gradually cold body. She wanted to cry out loud, but couldn't squeeze out a single tear.
He gently put down his mother, stood up, and instantly made a decision in his heart.
The green plant vines climbed to the ground, meandering like a thin snake towards his father.
The thorns pierced her father's heart.
Like all the villains who have embarked on the road of no return, Rowling Wake completely cut off her previous life through the act of murdering her father.
Bury the warmth and affection, and become a completely cold-blooded loner from now on.
Because of her father, she hated all men.
Vine strangulation, acupuncture, poisoning, tearing, she will use almost the most ferocious way she thinks to deal with those men who fall into her hands.
When she heard the mysterious person behind her say she wanted to talk to her, a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.
Turn around, look back.
I want to see what kind of guy, after seeing the way he tortured and killed those soldiers, he still dared to stop himself.
What caught her eye was a guy wrapped in a black battle suit and shaped like a bat.
The black and bright bat suits shone brightly under the scouring of the rain.
Just looking at the shape gives a strong visual impact and a sense of oppression.
"Bat...Batman?"
Her usual elegant and confident expression instantly receded from her face.
Instead, there was astonishment and disbelief.
"It seems that my reputation is not small. Even in Africa, some people know me."
Eric shrugged.
"Poison Ivy Girl" Rowling set off a storm in her heart.
She naturally knew who the other party was.
After all, the Arabs who graze in the Sahara Desert know the people of their motherland. Batman, who defeated the people of the motherland, has become even more famous, and his reputation has spread to various countries.
Plus, it wasn't just seeing Batman in Africa that surprised her.
What surprised her even more was that she had just received a mission about Batman, but she didn't expect the other party to come to her door!
In New York, I heard that someone has formed a super villain group to deal with Batman. It is said that the bounty is quite high.
Rowling is not interested in any super villains, but is very interested in the handsome remuneration. She was about to go to New York after finishing the vote, but she didn't expect to meet the other party in advance.
If...if I can knock him out here, maybe I'll get all the bounty.
Rowling's heart was pounding!
She kept thinking about the feasibility of this plan in her mind.
If the opponent can defeat the people of the motherland, if they fight head-on, I will definitely not be an opponent.
However, I have a big advantage, that is, the other party doesn't know my details.
Asymmetric intelligence operations, I have a chance to win.
Rowling made a decision in an instant.
Eric didn't know anything about her mental activity, took a few steps forward, and said, "Maybe we can talk about something about Walter, such as the blue reagent in your hand."
"Hmm? Are you from Walter?"
Rowling pretended to be very alert while injecting the poison into the blue reagent glass bottle in her hand.
"No, if you get to know me, you'll know that I'm not one of Walt's, and instead, I've had a few feuds with them. If there's a common enemy, then there's a good start to the conversation. Now, I think we Off to a good start."
Eric said in a hoarse voice.
"It sounds like you're still a very eloquent man."
Rowling naturally hates men, so her words are cold and blunt.
"No, it's just a fact."
"If you didn't talk to me wearing that strange mask, I would recognize your honesty more."
Rowling replied sarcastically, "However, if you are interested in this, I can give it to you, but we have to make a deal."
Rowling threw up the reagent in her hand, "You must have never heard of the new compound No. 5 in the research center."
Saying that, he threw the reagent at Eric.
Although Eric was surprised by the other party's sudden move, the movement in his hand was very fast, and he took it in his hand with a snap.
"What deal?"
"Hehe," "Poison Ivy Girl" smiled like a dangerous poisonous snake, "Of course you traded your life."
"what?"
Rowling jokingly looked at the other party, stroked the blond hair hanging from her ears, and said in a charming voice: "The moment you took over the new compound No. 5, you were poisoned with my toxin. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Scopolamine, The **** poison potion will make you hallucinate beautifully, float into a fairyland, enter a fantasy world, and then die in joy."
"But why? I don't think you have a reason to release poison on me."
Eric did not appear to be poisoned at all, but instead asked about the motives of "Poison Ivy".
"Wow, what an interesting question."
Rowling walked towards Eric with an elegant catwalk.
The jade arm wearing **** gloves stretched out to Eric, her fingers turned into orchid fingers, **** and sultry.
Snapped!
"Poison Ivy"'s fingers stretched out to Eric, touching the chin covered by his icy mask.
"Humans are fickle and dangerous, especially for women. They are beautiful, fickle, dangerous, tempting, and make men approach like moths to a flame, and then destroy them."
"Poison Ivy Girl" spoke slowly and softly, as if singing an opera.
Eric didn't move, just looked at her quietly.
She raised Eric's chin, "If you will eventually die, then dying in my poison may be the best outcome. But..."
Her green jade fingers stroked Eric's bat mask lightly, as if stroking a gorgeous silk.
"You look charming, hidden in the dark, like a knight of the night. Cold, withdrawn, paranoid, dark, this is the taste I feel from you, so charming! So what will you be behind the mask? kind of person?"
She reached out to Eric's bat mask and seemed to want to lift it.
Snapped!
"Poison Ivy"'s hand was grabbed by Eric.
"I'm afraid not, because once you open it, the anti-virus filtering function can't work."