I really don't know why Hong Kong's air is so foul, why is it called Hong Kong.

Maybe this sentence is only written by Hong Kong people.

Fireworks fly over the endless city, feeling the rare free time of the day and the air that doesn't have so many exhaust gases.

It was only at this time that he could try to empty himself and run with all his might, just galloping, without thinking about anything else.

Yes, he's galloping right now.

Or fly.

Changing shapes from tall building to tall building, purely relying on his incomparably strong foot muscles and bounce power, like Spider-Man, or Mr. Immortal in the story of the Nine Knives.

I don't know when it started, maybe it was after I woke up one morning and breathed the first breath of air, or one night after I jerked off desperately at the island actress in the computer.

Or after eating a bowl of Che Tsai noodles at the snack shop around the corner.

His body began to undergo some strange transformation, and his feet began to disorient towards the feet of some kind of beast, until they formed a strange sight like the end of a recurve bow.

Hanabi himself calls this a recurve beast's foot.

It can be regarded as a pitiful reward that God suddenly gave mercifully after treating all his life badly.

It's a reward.

All in all, it's not bad, this pair of recurve beasts have amazing bounce power, as well as terrifying speed.

At least you can let yourself shuttle over the city unscrupulously in the boring dark night.

It doesn't matter what other rules or can't.

Freely.

It would be nice to be free.

So Hanabi has never explored why these changes have occurred in himself.

He just enjoyed this rare gift and was deeply intoxicated by it.

Every time you cross the sky above the city, you can see a different scenery.

The midnight flight with the lights flickering in the sky, the joys and sorrows of different people in the building, the air, the heavy rain.

And freedom.

Freedom is the most important thing.

He even wondered if he should also find a tattoo artist and tattoo the freedom of all kinds of different words on his body.

But he is not a killer, and he has no interest in killing, and he is real, and he has no courage to kill.

He's just an ordinary business salesman with a meager income, but he's busy like a dog all day, so he really doesn't have any spare money and time to get tattoos, and maybe, he's a little afraid of pain.

So he can only fly here and talk about it.

It's just that in recent days, there have been some deviations in the situation.

Hanabi vaguely felt that something was wrong with the city.

At first, it was just a psychological hunch that was unreliable.

But then, it really happened for something real and visible.

For example, the other day, when he was flying over two buildings in Mong Kok, he saw a group of people killing people.

In fact, it is not the first time he has seen murder, although Hong Kong is known as the best place in the world for public security, but the more prosperous the place, the more grievances and hatreds there are, and it is really common to die.

But the situation that day was not ordinary, although he hid far away and did not dare to approach, but he intuitively felt that the group was not ordinary.

It was a strange intuition, but Hanabi decided that there was absolutely nothing wrong with it, and the faint aura emanating from the group of people.

It's a bit the same as yourself?

And later, some strange changes that appeared in the bodies of those people would definitely cause panic among ordinary people, which also confirmed their intuition.

It seems that there is a change in your body, isn't it an isolated case?

Hanabi always thought that superheroes were lonely, and although he was not a superhero, he also felt that he was finally a little different.

Now, Heaven has taken that difference back.

Until the end of the killing, Hanabi didn't dare to lean over in the slightest, because although he was a little different, he was just an ordinary person in the end.

He was also afraid of death.

So in the end, he just watched from a distance for a while, and finally didn't choose to go up and check.

You can call him timid, say he's scared.

But who isn't?

Born in this age of mediocrity, courage is a cheap luxury.

But God is destined to like to play tricks on mediocre people.

Or rather, it's fate.

It was on this night when the fireworks once again streaked across the night sky of Tsim Sha Tsui.

He met with fate.

At that moment, he didn't know if it was a blessing or a curse.

I just know that the knife is fast.

The moment he landed, a man who had turned into a knife with one hand slashed at him.

Fortunately, his reaction was at the limit, and he was able to dodge before the knife cut his throat.

He turned sideways, bounced, and retreated to a safe position.

Knowing this, he realized that this rooftop was going on, a killing that seemed to be a few days ago.

"Wei, Wa said, these people in the city of Kaminari are torturing those who don't follow the rules, and they obviously say that they are good to provoke, but they actually attack." Most of the people in the field had fallen, except for a bald boy with surprisingly large eyes, who was looking at the other besieging people in anger, and spoke Mandarin with a strange accent.

It is worth noting that although this big-eyed young man looks silly, he is unscathed.

He was wearing a cheap oversized shirt, but the muscles inside were bulging to push up the whole shirt, exuding an inexplicable momentum.

This momentum made Hanabi understand that he was different, or rather, he was the same as himself.

Or, the people who are still alive on this rooftop are all the same.

They all exude the same aura as themselves.

Seeing this intruder of Hanabi, those who were besieging the big-eyed boy were also a little inexplicable.

"Boy, who are you?" One of them, who resembled the leader, said viciously to the fireworks.

"Wei, new friends, don't be high, they want to kill the tile first, you run away." The big-eyed young man is righteous, besieged by others, and cares about others.

"Let's kill it." The other guy, who seemed a little silent, glanced at the fireworks coldly, "Anyway, I saw it, and I can't keep it." ”

Hearing this, Hanabi subconsciously bounced and flew towards another building.

But just then, gunshots rang out.

Extremely dense gunfire.

Bang bang like a forest.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a group of men in trench coats suddenly appear from unknown places, and instantly put the group of people besieging the big-eyed boy on the ground.

The only one who escaped was the leading guy who spoke to him in a vicious voice at the beginning, and he seemed to have been stabbed countless times in an instant, and blood was spurting everywhere.

But he stubbornly retreated to the position of the fireworks, and said to him with great difficulty: "Take me away." ”

He probably saw the ability that Hanabi had leaped in before.

Make every possible effort.

I don't know why.

The devil sends God.

Hanabi would never have done that.

He grabbed the man and instantly leaped towards another building.

The moment he took off, he saw the sunglasses of the men in trench coats, reflecting a deep light in the blurry night of Hong Kong.

He always felt that at that moment, his fate began to fork in the road.

"Taste, new friend, Lei went the wrong way." In the distance, the big-eyed young man was still shouting at him.

Gone wrong?

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Recently, the whole person collapsed, depressed, and really dying.

Today a change.

Couldn't be more.