It was late at night, and the drizzling rain was still unable to cool the African continent. The humidity, on the other hand, made it feel even hotter.
Even animals are hesitant to move in this environment, but in the dark, a figure shuttles through the terrorist's camp.
Although his movements are still a little slow and his limbs appear to be a little uncoordinated, his running speed and shot angle are still accurate and neat.
Costin sat in his run-down house, nervous and uneasy, rubbing his hands constantly; today he made a risky decision, entrusting his life to someone who is unfamiliar with his own body.
Despite his nervousness, he had faith in his own judgement. This "born again" Creed is not an easy person, and he may be his only way out of here alive.
The door of the house is opened twenty minutes later, and Creed enters with a tired expression.
"How did it went?" Costin stood up nervously and asked, his eyes bright with hope.
Creed nodded and pointed out the window, saying, "It's done!"
When Costin turned around, he discovered that the camps were on fire. Of course, he was aware of whose camp it was. It was the terrorists' base of operations. Even though the base is now a sea of fire Costin could not hear anyone screaming from the blaze like everyone was dead inside.
He swallowed hard and asked: "This... so fast?"
"Fast?"
Creed frowned and glanced at his hands: "If it wasn't for this body, I would have done it in ten minutes."
Costin's eyes widened as he was speechless.
"Let's go! Now both of us are free!"
Creed carried his package on his shoulders and turned to open the door.
Costin followed with his luggage in his arms.
The whole camp was dead silent, except for the sound of beeping and peeling when the wood was burning. This situation was completely different from the camp that Costin knew.
The sky-high fire, the elongated figure, and the steps taken, all made Costin deeply realize that he is truly free from today.
The next day, a piece of news shook the entire area. A terrorist base in the area, known for its ferocity and cruelty, was destroyed. All 68 people in the battalion were killed by a single knife.
This news shocked the militaries of various countries in the area, forces from all over the country, as well as various killer organizations and mercenary legions, all went to check it out.
At this moment, the initiator of this tragedy has taken Costin on a boat to Gotham.
"What did you do in the past? Mercenaries? Assassin? Or the special forces of a certain country?" Costin asked curiously while standing on the side of the ship.
"No matter who I was in the past, it's gone now! I'll never be the person I used to be, now I'm Creed Yakuza, an ordinary person."
Costin pondered for a long time and nodded after listening to it: "Me too, I'm no longer a slave, I'm the greatest scientists Costin"
Thinking about his invention for a while he went into emotional mode and looked at Creed and said "Since when I was 4 I lost everything and everyone. Even though Gotham is my home I don't know anyone there. I have no identity."
After a long pause Costin again said "Can you be my brother?" He stretched out his hand.
Creed looked at him with a slightly moved expression.
Costin was very serious, and his pretty face was full of tears.
Creed stared at his hand for a long time and then reached out to hold it: "Okay, from now on, we are brothers, we will share life and death, and we will share the good and the bad."
Costin smiled tenderly and exclaimed: "I'm eighteen years old and I finally have a brother!...."
Creed's cold heart melted as he looked at Costin satisfied smile. For twenty-five years, Creed had only known how to kill and had tried every method imaginable. He has no family or friends, and now someone wants to be his brother; he remembers meeting the old brother in the Scarlet blood back then!.
So he nodded firmly, and the two exchanged smiles.
"Brother, you can rest assured that I am very smart. I will make many, many inventions. After we return to Gotham, we can do our own business, and we will not have a hard life in the future."
Creed nodded, The young genius who can create a soul-transforming machine in the camp, Creed has no doubts about his potential.
"Bang..."
Just as the two were looking forward to the future, a muffled sound came, and then the cabin behind them was opened, and a group of Africans came out carrying a bag.
Creed turned his head and glanced at the bag slightly, his eyes narrowed, and he knew that the bag host a person inside.
At this point, the group of Africans were preparing to throw the bag into the sea.
"Brother! There seems to be a person in that bag, what are they going to do?"
Costin asked with vicious eyesight.
Creed turned back and said, "No matter what they do, it has nothing to do with us. It was not easy to get on the ship. As long as it doesn't involve us, we don't need to get involved. Remember the rule."
"Oh!"
Costin nodded and didn't ask any more questions, but his eyes kept staring at those people.
The Africans noisily carried the bag to the side of the boat, a leading black man said a lot in Spanish to others, and then those people punched and kicked the bag.
A woman's muffled sound came from inside, and Costin frowned: "Brother, it's a woman!?"
Creed turned his head over: "I said no. Mind your own business, it's no big deal."
"Oh!"
Costin snorted again and stood beside him obediently, trying not to look at the things over there.
At this time, the woman in the bag was brutally injured which made her unable to move, and then a man lifted the bag and prepared to throw it into the sea.
The leading black man looked at the bag, scolded again, and then motioned to his subordinates to throw the women down.
"Huh?"
Creed's expression changed, he turned his head and stared at the bag tightly. He was trained to speak many languages since he was a child, and Spanish is no exception.
What the black man said just now was: "Damn Gotham agent Selina, how dare you appear on my boat, I will feed you to the sharks."
Selina? Creed's thoughts turned around, then walked over and shouted in Spanish, "Wait!"
"What?..."
At once, seven or eight guns were aimed at him, scaring Costin to hide behind him.
"Brother, didn't you say don't give a dam?"
"It's alright, stay behind me."
He whispered, then raised his head and frowned at the leading black man, then opened the bag on his hand, revealing A pile of dollars.
Creed threw the bag over without even looking at it and said in Spanish, "This is fifty thousand dollars. How about selling the woman in the bag? Since you know that she is Gotham agent, you should know that killing her will lead to trouble."
Creed had brought the money from the terrorist camp.
The leading black man's eyes lit up when he saw the pile of dollars, picked up the bag and counted it carefully, and even took it out and kissed it fiercely.
"Thank you!"
The black man said in blunt English, but he didn't drop his gun off Creed.
Creed frowned when he saw it: "Since you have already collected the money, can you let her go?"
The black man shook his head: "I'm sorry my friend, letting this woman leave alive is the biggest trouble, kill her and No one will know about her, so it's safe."
Creed's eyes narrowed slightly: "So, I'm afraid you won't set us free!"
The black man smiled and nodded: "I'm sorry, you heard too much, so I'm going to keep this money for myself and kill you."
After speaking, his finger pulled the trigger.