Was My Death Handsome?

Watching Yuri, whose head had been blown apart, Downton closed his eyes and spread his arms wide before everyone present.

"In... out..."

Within the sound of those long, drawn-out breaths, the Downton with his eyes closed saw another version of himself clearly.

Just like in his dream last night, the version of him he saw now was sitting comfortably on a sofa, offering him a look of relief.

Immediately, the version of him on the sofa slowly dissolved into specks of light, merging into the body of the one standing.

Following that, Downton's instincts received a slight replenishment.

His instincts were telling him that he could now extract power from death!

After he arrived in Gotham, the war between the Dimitrov Family and the Sabatino family had been the catalyst for awakening his talent, and thus, the two parties that facilitated this catalyst became the conditions for perfecting Downton's talent.

Because of this, Downton had instinctively followed in their footsteps, driving them both to their absolute ends.

Only after both were dead did Downton's talent finally manifest completely.

His talent was simple, consisting of only three points.

First, it triggered an optional rebirth and an unavoidable teleportation whenever he lost his freedom, consciousness, or life.

Second, every death made him stronger.

Third, he could record and reconstruct the scenes of every death to use for training.

When he had just returned from death yesterday, he could not yet grow stronger; he could only achieve the first point.

Then, after he finished off Sabatino, his talent received its first enhancement.

He could simulate death scenes in his dreams and, by overcoming death through various methods, retrieve the power brought by death in a cumbersome way.

Now, with Dimitrov also finished off, his talent had finally reached completion.

He no longer needed to grow stronger through dreams; instead, he would become stronger immediately after every death.

At the same time, after every death, he could reconstruct the scene of his demise in his mind, using these scenes to find his enemies' weaknesses and train targeted countermeasures.

This was the complete form of Downton's talent!

"Hoo!"

After exhaling a heavy breath, Downton slowly opened his eyes.

Clenching his fist, Downton confirmed that he had improved once more, and he smiled with satisfaction.

To the side, watching the smile on Downton's face, Zsasz snorted in disdain.

"Heh, is it really worth getting so emotional? It was just a Dimitrov."

"You don't understand, Zsasz."

Downton raised a hand, cutting Zsasz off.

Afterward, he packed his firearms back into his bag and sat down on Yuri's corpse with a relaxed expression.

Looking at the police who dared not approach in the distance, then at the pensive Zsasz, Downton shook his head with a smile.

"Zsasz, do you know? At this moment, I have lost the last of my hatred for this world.

Can you understand the significance of that?"

"Don't ask me, the answer is I don't!" Zsasz scoffed and shrugged.

Downton nodded noncommittally, then took a drag of his cigarette and fell silent for a moment.

A moment later, Downton tapped the soles of his shoes and stood back up.

"It's good that you don't understand, pal. You just need to know that from now on, I have no more reservations!

The last of my hatred for Gotham has vanished, so what comes next is the fate between me and this city, ha-ha!"

Laughing, Downton flashed a peace sign toward his left.

"Hey pal, make sure you get a good shot of me!"

"Oh?" Zsasz was stunned. "Someone's taking pictures?"

He looked at the person taking the photo—a bold man on the street corner.

The guy was wearing a sharp suit, clearly looking like a white-collar worker from a large corporation.

Zsasz pointed at the man taking the photo and roared at the police.

"Are you bastards useless? How could you let a scene like this leak out?"

"Damn it!"

The police were startled by Zsasz's shout, then rushed toward the man taking the photo, swarming him to snatch away his phone.

"You only know how to take pictures, don't you value your life?"

"What are you snapping for? Haven't you ever seen a concerned citizen doing a good deed by helping the police wipe out organized crime?"

"Phone confiscated!"

"Get lost!"

When the GCPD encountered a citizen, they naturally struck with heavy fists.

After a thorough beating, the white-collar worker lost his phone and was chased off the street.

A female officer, holding a phone, nervously approached Victor Zsasz and Downton.

After thinking it over repeatedly, she swallowed hard and held the phone out toward Downton.

"Boss Downton, this is... evidence. I've brought it for you."

"Got it, thanks. Though, I actually wanted him to film it; after all, it would be great publicity for your PD's incompetence and my handsome face, haha!"

Laughing, Downton exerted force with his hand, crushing the fruit-brand phone into a twisted mess.

This scene startled Victor Zsasz. He looked at Downton's hand in disbelief and exclaimed in astonishment.

"You have such immense strength, yet there isn't a single trace of training on you! Hell, what you told me in the car—it can't be true, can it? You really can grow infinitely stronger?!!"

"Infinitely stronger?!!"

In the distance, Gordon, who was already feeling annoyed by the arrogance of Victor Zsasz and Downton, felt his heart skip a beat. He quickly pressed, "What is this about growing infinitely stronger? Can you explain in detail?"

"Explain my foot. I'm still trying to meet your daughter; can you give me a proper introduction?" Downton interrupted Gordon's question irritably, then launched a flying kick toward Victor Zsasz.

This wasn't a sneak attack, but a face-to-face kick, which Victor Zsasz dodged with a simple sidestep.

But just as Victor Zsasz dodged, Downton drew his pistol and aimed it at him again.

"You've got no filter on your mouth, do you? Are you trying to die, Victor Zsasz! I can grow infinitely stronger without training and could blow up the moon before long—you actually dared to say that in front of the police! Are you trying to scare the President into coming over and kneeling before me?!"

"Damn it, you're the one showing off! You're describing it in more detail than I did; you're terrified that others won't know, aren't you!"

Victor Zsasz retorted gloomily, then watched as Downton put all his strength into throwing the pistol at him.

Left with no choice, Victor Zsasz had to catch the pistol head-on, the immense force bruising his hands instantly.

Even then, Downton reached out to Victor Zsasz and barked coldly, "Give me back my gun!"

"Take it, take it all, damn it! I'll give you all my guns!"

Victor Zsasz gritted his teeth and threw the pistol back, then raised his dual pistols and stepped up to Downton.

Pressing the muzzle against Downton's forehead, Victor Zsasz said word for word, "Don't forget your promise. You said you'd let me kill you once, and I think now is the time! Damn it, even though I could find a better opportunity to try a more exotic way to finish you, you are just too infuriating. I can't take it anymore!!!"

Bang!

Victor Zsasz's bullet drilled into Downton's head, but somehow, this time the bullet stopped inside Downton's brain and failed to pierce through his skull.

However, even without being pierced, Downton's body turned into flames and dissipated completely into the air.

Watching Downton vanish in the blink of an eye, Victor Zsasz took a deep breath and let out a heavy exhale.

"Refreshing!"

He raised his hands, grinning with excitement.

Meanwhile, across the street, just as the police were feeling uneasy about the infighting between Victor Zsasz and Downton, a scream suddenly erupted from the fried chicken shop behind them.

"Ghost!"

Amidst the spreading screams, Downton stood behind the police, holding a box of fried chicken with an innocent look on his face.

Casually draping an arm around a female officer, Downton took a bite of chicken while leaning on her shoulder and laughed, "So, how was it? Did I look cool when I just died? Haha!"

Results come out Friday afternoon. Wish me luck on the test run, wish me luck on the test run, wish me luck on the test run~~~~