Zhang Zhaochu was disturbed by these words. For the first time, he felt that the world of extraordinary people was full of horror, which was somewhat different from what he had imagined.
"Little friend, I'm suddenly interested in you. Why don't you come in and chat with me?"
The voice from the alley was heard again, but this time the owner of the voice seemed to be very interested in Zhang Zhaochu.
Hearing this, Zhang Zhaochu became a little stiff.
He instinctively wanted to leave here, but due to the terrifying aura of the owner of the voice in the alley, he didn't dare to move at all.
The feeling of powerlessness once again came over Zhang Zhaochu, and he felt that he was no different from an ordinary person.
After taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhaochu walked into the alley. Looking at the scene in the dark and gloomy corner, he was already prepared in his heart and was not surprised at all.
In that gloomy corner, a white man dressed in very tattered clothes was nailed to the cross in a strange posture, bleeding profusely, his entire arm twisted 90 degrees, and it seemed that his body had multiple fractures.
Even though he was tortured like this, he could still hum a few times for help.
In front of this white man, there was a middle-aged black man in a suit and tie, wearing white gloves and a tuxedo, holding a scalpel in his hand. He looked at Zhang Zhaochu politely and neatly, with a hint of red in his eyes.
Compared to the white man nailed to the cross, Zhang Zhaochu was more shocked by this well-dressed and polite black man.
After all, this black man had just killed five ordinary people who were also black, and called them niggers contemptuously.
This... isn't this a bit too realistic and magical?
Aren’t black people in the United States united?
After all, in Zhang Zhaochu's opinion, these black people like to stick together the most. As long as they have the same skin color, they can always find topics to talk about.
The polite black man seemed to see the doubt in Zhang Zhaochu's eyes. He smiled slightly and explained to Zhang Zhaochu, "Those black people and I are not of the same race. I hate them deeply and I wish they were all dead."
"Those lazy fellows don't even deserve to be called my people. They only know how to bully the weak in the civilian areas and mock people of different races from other areas. They determine their status based on the size of their fists. It's truly foolish."
After the black man finished speaking, he thought of something and said, "By the way, you can call me the Dark Messenger. I am performing surgery on my prey to make this racist idiot understand his own stupidity, and at the same time, it will give me some energy."
The Dark Messenger was obviously a code name. It was obvious that this well-dressed black man who did not look like a black man at all did not want to tell Zhang Zhaochu his name.
In contrast, Zhang Zhaochu would not tell Doctor Night his real name. Even if it was Bruce, his former name, he would not say: "Hello, my beloved Dark Messenger, I am the Sewage Slayer."
Zhang Zhaochu obtained the water-controlling ability from the sewer, so there is nothing wrong with the code name of the sewage user.
"Racist idiots really deserve to die. In that case, then you can enjoy it slowly. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After flattering the Dark Messenger, Zhang Zhaochu wanted to leave by finding any excuse. He didn't want to have anything to do with this suspected perverted extraordinary person.
"Sewage man, don't be in such a hurry to leave."
The Dark Messenger's voice rang out once again: "I originally thought you were just a lucky guy who got supernatural powers by chance, but you really gave me a big surprise. The dark element in your body is quite powerful."
"Join us, and from now on, transform into messengers of darkness every night to cleanse this filthy city of those termites."
The Dark Messenger's voice was filled with madness: "At the same time, assassinate those hypocritical Night's Watchmen and let them know that we are not so easy to mess with!"
Something is wrong.
Zhang Zhaochu began to retreat silently. The Dark Messenger saw that Zhang Zhaochu wanted to leave. A red light flashed in his eyes and he said ferociously, "Since you don't want to join us, then leave your energy behind! By devouring your energy, my strength will increase greatly. No one in the entire city will be my opponent!"
As the dark messenger finished his crazy words, two black shadows suddenly jumped out from his shadow and rushed towards Zhang Zhaochu quickly, as if they wanted to strangle Zhang Zhaochu's shadow.
Just like killing the previous few black people, kill the shadow first, then use the shadow to affect the body, and thus kill the target.
“Hehehehehe!”
The unique laughter of the villains came from the two black shadows that separated from the shadow of the Dark Messenger. They were like the Grim Reaper holding the scythe of Death, coming to reap Zhang Zhaochu's life.
“Damn it!”
Zhang Zhaochu's heart sank and he began to retreat, while at the same time he began to think about how to break the deadlock.
There was no way. Zhang Zhaochu never expected that the Dark Messenger's attack method would be to start from the shadow. For a transcendent like him who had awakened physical abilities, this was really a dimensionality reduction attack.
Zhang Zhaochu stretched out his hand, clenched his five fingers tightly, and began to mobilize the nearby water resources as much as possible. The surrounding water also responded, and a rumbling sound came from underground!
The streets around here are deserted, and the main source of water nearby is the sewers.
Therefore, the Sewage Man can only mobilize sewage to fight the enemy, which is in line with the nickname.
After all, there is a saying that there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.
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