Brooklyn area at night.
In a small restaurant with old décor, a dim chandelier lit up the booth in the corner.
Butcher was wearing a jacket, and his hair was lightly touched with water.
He sat across from Becca and rubbed his rough hands unnaturally under the table.
"I originally wanted to treat you to a nice meal at the big restaurant over there at Manhattan."
Butcher looked at the two simple steak sets on the table and gave a somewhat awkward smile, "I've been a little tight lately, so I feel sorry for you."
Becca was wearing a beige windbreaker and couldn't help laughing when he heard this.
She stretched out her hand, crossed the table and gently covered the calloused back of Butcher's hand.
"It doesn't matter where you go to eat, as long as you have this intention."
Becca frowned and lifted a plastic pet box at his feet onto the seat, "Stop talking about this, take a look at the gift I bought you."
Butcher was stunned for a moment and helped open the buckle of the box.
A bulldog puppy, all white with only a black spot on its right eye and ear, was lying on the mat, sniffing the unfamiliar air with its wet nose.
It looks a bit silly, and the wrinkles on its face give it an ugly look.
Butcher looked at this puppy, and the coldness in his eyes melted instantly.
He stretched out a finger and gently scratched the puppy's chin, causing the little guy to purr.
"This looks fierce enough, I like it."
Butcher grinned, "Just call it scary, it sounds impressive."
"It sounds horrible. How could anyone give a dog this name?"
Becca rolled his eyes at him angrily, reached out and touched the puppy's head, "Let's call him Xiao Terror, it's a little cuter."
"Okay, I'll listen to you, little fear."
Butcher nodded obediently.
He looked at Becca's profile, which was illuminated by a warm light from the chandelier, and subconsciously touched the red velvet box in his jacket pocket with his right hand.
Maybe tonight is a good opportunity to speak up.
"Here...Becca, I also have one..."
Just as Butcher was preparing his words, a pungent smell of alcohol suddenly drifted to the table.
A gang member wearing a studded leather jacket sauntered over.
The unique tattoo of Wild Wolf Gang was exposed on his neck, he was holding half a bottle of beer in his hand, and his eyes were looking back and forth at Becca unscrupulously.
"Beauty, it's so boring to eat this kind of junk food here."
The gang member let out a wine burp and stretched out his hand to touch Becca's shoulder, "Follow me, I'll take you to the opposite street to drink some real wine."
His hands haven't touched Becca's clothes yet.
Click.
A crisp sound suddenly sounded in the restaurant.
Butcher didn't even stand up or say a word.
His left hand reached out like lightning, grabbed the gang member's finger, and snapped it back without hesitation.
The index finger was directly attached to the back of the hand.
"Ah--!"
The gang members let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and the severe pain caused him to wake up from alcohol in an instant.
His eyes widened with anger, and his right hand instinctively touched his lower back, "You are looking for death!"
However, the speed with which a street gangster draws his gun is obviously not enough in front of a special soldier who has experienced countless life and death baptisms.
The gang members' guns were not holstered yet.
Butcher's right hand had already pulled out a Glock Pistol from the inside of his jacket, and the muzzle of the gun was firmly pressed against the opponent's chest.
Bang!
The sound of gunfire was deafening in the small restaurant.
A cloud of blood burst out from the chests of the gang members, and their huge bodies hit the dining table two meters away, knocking over plates and glasses all over the floor.
"Ah!"
Several diners in the restaurant screamed and ran away with their heads in their hands.
Butcher immediately stood up, pushed Becca under the seat of the booth, and blocked the outside with his body.
He held the gun and scanned the door warily.
But this shot completely ruined the situation.
This neighborhood was already full of undercurrents.
Wild Wolf Gang and another rival gang had already agreed to engage in a firefight in a few hours. People from both sides were nervously lurking in nearby alleys and abandoned buildings.
This sudden gunshot was like a detonator thrown into the Gunpowder barrel.
The rival gangs, who were already frightened, thought that Wild Wolf Gang had taken action in advance.
Da da da da da--!
Without warning, intensive Assault Rifle strafing burst out from the streets and alleys.
Bullets tore through the tranquility of the streets like a violent storm.
The thin glass showcase in the restaurant shattered instantly, and countless pieces of glass and wood splinters flew in the air.
Cars exploded outside one after another, and flames shot into the sky. The two gangs directly staged a fight on the street.
"Don't be afraid, Becca, I will take you out!"
Butcher protected Becca's head, preparing to rush to the back door of the restaurant while changing ammunition.
But the moment he lowered his head, he felt his hand on Becca's back touch a warm and sticky feeling.
Butcher's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhead.
He turned over Becca's body tremblingly.
A stray bullet from nowhere penetrated the wooden booth backrest and hit Becca in the side.
The blood surged out like it was free, instantly staining the beige windbreaker red.
"Becca...Becca!"
Butcher's voice cracked.
He tightly covered the bloody hole, and the veins on the back of his hand popped out, but blood still spilled out from between his fingers.
Becca's face turned pale to the naked eye. She opened her mouth weakly, but she couldn't even say a word.
In the pet box, Little Fear was so frightened by the gunfire that he shivered in the corner.
Butcher The world behind his eyes completely turned blood red at this moment.
Thousands of meters in the air.
The cold night wind howled by.
John was wearing the Stars and Stripes battle suit, with his arms folded across his chest, expressionlessly floating below the clouds of New York.
He was on routine city patrol.
His sight penetrated the numerous buildings, and John looked down a dim alley.
Three tall high school students were blocking a thin boy in a corner. One of them was raising his fist and punching the boy in the stomach.
Bullying.
John hates this kind of bullying behavior.
... Well, it is still open to question whether it is bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
He tilted his body slightly, preparing to land, to test whether these high school students were afraid of being tough and whether they dared to bully him.
At this moment, the communicator hidden in the ear rang.
"Sir... sir!"
Ashley's voice was shaking badly in the communicator, and the background sound was filled with messy keyboard typing and phone ringing.
"Say."
John stopped in mid-air, his voice cold.
"Brooklyn Something happened over there! I don't know what went wrong. The two gangs suddenly exchanged fire in advance!"
Ashley was so anxious that she almost cried, "It's a full two and a half hours ahead of schedule!"
John's face instantly darkened.
"Have the people been evacuated in advance?"
John asked coldly.
There was dead silence on the other end of the communicator for a second.
"No... no."
Ashley replied desperately, "The original plan was to clear the site in half an hour in the name of a natural gas leak. Now there are only civilians there, and the casualties are still soaring..."
John raised his hand and turned off the communicator.
He lowered his head and looked at the three students who were still pushing and bullying in the alley.
The irritability of having the script disrupted surged in John's heart.
Zhi--!
Two red laser beams fell from the sky without warning and swept across the alley.
The three bullies didn't even have time to see clearly what was in the sky. They only felt an unbearable pain below their knees.
Their legs and calves were instantly burned off by the laser, and the wounds were directly carbonized and sealed under the high temperature of thousands of degrees without even a drop of blood flowing out.
Screams rang out in the alley.
John didn't even look at it again, and his body turned back in the air.
Boom!
A white sonic boom cloud suddenly exploded in the night sky.
The golden afterimage tore through the clouds and headed straight in the direction of Brooklyn.