Tokyo, Japan.

With the big trouble of Amozhuo in Osaka, after the whole weird infection crisis, the whole of Japan fell into a panic, and people in other cities have seen the black fog released by Amozhuo from TV, and how terrifying the loophole body virus mixed with the black fog is, once contacted, while taking his own life, he will also transform himself into a monster and continue to plague others, not to mention that in this weird infection crisis, there are alien insects in it to muddy the waters.

It can be said that the entire social order in Japan is in a state of chaos. Supermarkets, convenience stores, department stores, these places where you can buy daily necessities, food, and masks are already overcrowded, and all items are snapped up, and those who can't be bought are grabbed, and those who can't be grabbed are done.

At this time, the citizens who are still in Japan will rush to buy the so-called chemical protective clothing, masks, and food as necessities, which is the national practice of not leaving the territory of Japan, and those rich people and politicians are the first time that the infection crisis of strange people in Amozhuo is the first time, using their own financial resources and connections, and sending themselves and their families out of the country by plane as soon as possible, it doesn't matter where they go, as long as they don't stay here, it's better than anything.

This country in the earthquake zone, in the face of earthquakes and hurricanes, did not panic too much, and in the face of disasters that they could not understand, they were also completely confused, and those so-called order collapsed in an instant, leaving only the side of the beast that remained.

After buying and snatching the supplies they wanted, they also returned to their homes, and did not even communicate with their friends, because they could no longer distinguish whether the friends they had befriended were the creatures called insects under the human skin!

Suspicion, panic, and chaos have become the main theme of this country, and nothing can be done from the police to the Self-Defense Forces to the local underworld organizations.

The same is true of Tokyo, a bustling city. The Ginza district, which used to be overlooked from above and lit up so brightly that you can't avoid it, is now very quiet, with all sorts of luxury stores closed, and those with a separate shop at either end of the pedestrian street are unlucky. The window is broken, and if you put it inside, you may only be able to browse it through your mobile phone on weekdays, or the luxury goods that you stop to watch when you come to shop are scattered all over the place, and they are discarded on the ground at will, turning into a smelly piece of garbage.

Luxury goods are luxury because they are given value, but nothing is more valuable than one's own life.

Especially next to these luxuries, when the broken window panes show the appearance of monsters with teeth and claws, it is even more useless, and some indifferent people have the audacity to drape these high-priced bags and clothes over their bodies, and cheer like a clown on the street, wanting to show their nobility. But halfway through his ugly dance moves, he stopped.

Because he found that there were no people in the whole street, and no one cared about these so-called luxuries, except for the monsters hidden in the mirrors and in the glass watching him perform, there was not even a decent audience. Those who understand this will take these so-called luxuries off their bodies, throw them to the ground in anger, step on them again, and run away.

At this time, they realized that there seemed to be no difference between the original 100 yuan bag and the 10,000 yuan bag, and when they stepped on it, there was no so-called distress. Oh, this terrible world.

It rained, and it was a great medicine to Japan, which was already in a terrible situation at this time, and some guys who had lost hope in life walked in the rain, singing, and laughing more happily than ghosts.

And in Takamagahara, the same is true of this top cowherd shop, which once stood at the top of the nightclub, and the female customers who used to gather here to spend a lot of money, Mama-san have long since disappeared, leaving only these cowherds, who usually call themselves flower arrangement men, gathered here to toast to this inexplicable crisis that is enough to destroy the whole of Japan, and also to pay tribute to their last days.

There is no shortage of rich people among them, after all, the Cowherd who can mix in the First Cowherd Nightclub can't say that he doesn't have a $1.8 million dollar on him. It's just that this money doesn't help them anything, there is no shortage of rich people who spend in Ginza, especially rich people who can leave Japan in this situation, and more importantly, what if they leave, they are cowherds, where they can show their strengths and let women pay for them, but what about after leaving?

In the face of this fucking crisis, who the fuck has the heart to pay for them, spend money, and even if they do, where can they spend it. They can only gather here, and they will only gather here, waiting for death.

As the third target in Kewen's Insect Observation Journal, he is named Insect Red, disguised as Wally's face, and is known as Saiwen in Takamagahara, where he sits in front of the window. Turning a blind eye to the monsters in the mirror world gathered in the window, waiting for the mirror to break out, drinking there by themselves, looking out the window at the once brightly lit city, which is slowly dying.

As for what happens next, he doesn't care, he's an alien, and he doesn't merge with humans like his other companions. He's still a native alien worm, except for his own thoughts, he is not inferior to other alien insects, so even if the black fog and loophole body virus really spread to Tokyo, it will be just a return to normal life for him, he just regrets that he still hasn't found what he lives for.

As an alien worm, devour humans according to instinct? No, he didn't want to do this, he could get life energy by eating cooked food, why did he do such a completely meaningless thing, really be a beast that lived according to the instinct of life?

"As an ordinary person, I have to say that you are so bold, you are obviously separated from the monster by a glass, and you can still drink and watch the scenery without pressure."

Just when Alien Red felt confused about his next goal, a familiar voice sounded beside him, it was the leader who brought him into the cowherd industry, named Satsuma Jiro, and the man named Sero, who, like himself, stood in front of the window, admiring the scene of the city slowly dying, and by the way, he lit a cigarette for himself, and between the clouds and mist, the man's resolute face and the monsters with teeth and claws in the glass shone on the window.

"It's really ugly to see you like this, but you can't hear me scolding you now, it's boring." Satsuma Jiro talked to himself, mocking the monster that was still waiting in the mirror world at this time.

"But you're not a little bold, senior, and there are two more like us, Ukyo and Basara· It's the same with King, the two of them should be drinking on the rooftop now, and since I came here, I found that every rainy day, the two of them don't perform, but drink on the rooftop, are they missing someone? ”

Looking at Satsuma Jiro's expression of not changing his face when Tarzan collapsed in front of him, Strange Worm Red also had to say that he admired it, after all, he and Satsuma Jiro were essentially different.

Hearing Insect Red say this, Satsuma Jiro was silent for a moment, and also said: "Yes, they mourn someone, a friend who once lived in Japan with them. ”

"I thought they were native-born Japanese?" Hearing this, Insect Red was also curious.

"Please, Basara · King's skin is bronzed, it's been so long, you still don't know he's Italian? Youjing is Chinese, and the guy who went to Japan with them is also Chinese, and they, like you, are homeless people with no identity, and they stay in this store. Regarding the speculation that the insect red was off the line, Satsuma Jiro sighed and corrected it there.

"So, that friend of theirs died on a rainy day like this?"

"Yes, a guy who is also active in this shop with them, named Sakura (Sakura), I don't know if it's dead, I'm just like you, I'm a newcomer. It's just that I'm more enthusiastic, and I occasionally chat with the two of them to learn some inside story, according to them, Sakura is dead, and in their description, this guy named Sakura is a very frustrated guy. ”

"Frustration?"

"Well, that's how they describe it. Because he is like all ordinary people, he can't be a martial artist, and the ordinary can't be ordinary anymore, it's really a wonderful arrangement of fate for such a guy to become close friends with these two people, and it's such a person, who saved the two of them when the three of them were in crisis, but he didn't save the girl who was in Takamagahara and the only girl who offered him a flower ticket, he took revenge, but he also died there, with the girl who liked him, so every rainy day, they would mourn the best friend named Sakura. ”

"Then what are you trying to express when you tell me this, senior," scratching his head, Insect Red didn't expect that the two kings of Takamagahara still had a long past, and he didn't understand why Satsuma Jiro wanted to tell him this.

"I just want to say that they have lost something very important, but they are still living in the moment, doing their own thing, mourning their best friends on a rainy day. You haven't lost anything, you're just confused, but you've been confused for too long, you have to find a way for yourself to go, or not if it's the right path, it's over. That's how much I can tell you at this time, and God knows if this is the last time we'll talk, you see the world, it's all messed up. ”

Pour yourself and Insect Red a glass of wine, raise your glass, look at the mirror world monster with teeth and claws in the window, and drink the wine in the glass.

"yes, it's all messed up."

Looking at the reflection in the glass, in the reflective surface of the drink, there are also monsters in the mirror world dancing their teeth and claws, and the insect red just repeats Satsuma Jiro's words and drinks it all in one gulp.

Outside, in an office in a building opposite the Takamagahara Cowherd store. Lurking here, Kara and Lena also understand how bad the situation is now, but no matter how bad it is, they can't help it, the insect can't open their minds, and they can't knock on someone's brains and pour it in, they can only wait. While waiting for the insect to open his mind, he is also waiting for his opponent, the most powerful mercenary in the world.

Soon, they saw the death knell in an open izakaya on the street. There was no one in the izakaya, only the death knell who took off his mask and the food and warm wine he had made himself, and drank the wine with a few grilled meat skewers, and then looked at the Takamagahara's cowherd shop with the signboard still lit, and then looked at the building opposite the cowherd shop, which was where his students were located.

"He's here, get ready for battle," changed into a combat suit, pinned the Kamen Rider Aceel belt that Curvin had given him to his waist, held the engine sword in his hand, and greeted Kara and Lena, Dick left the stronghold first, and thirty seconds later, Dick also appeared on the street, confronting Deathstroke.

"Sure enough, only my students know me best, you are like this, and he is like this, waiting for me."

"How's he doing?" Dick knew exactly who he was in Deathbell's mouth and asked directly.

"It's okay at the moment, but it's only for now, once it succeeds, the Flash or Superman chooses to restart, you and him may meet again in the next universe and start over, but whether they can be the best partners like now, I'm not sure."

He poured wine into the glass next to him and threw it at Dick, controlling the force to keep the glass in a position in the air, and the wine did not spill into Dick's hand, and he glanced at the reflection in the glass and drank it down.

"This is really a terrible future, Extreme British Alliance, I'm not surprised that Amozo is doing things for that mastermind, your words should be threatened. There aren't many things that can threaten you, loved ones are one thing, your children are. He should also know, so he was caught, most likely to save your child. ”

"What he can't do, no one can do, my fault, and his fault."

Dick easily analyzed the reason why Death Bell defected to the clown, Death Bell did not deny it, and he knew what Kewen wanted to do after he was arrested, he just knew very well that Kewen couldn't do it.

"Okay, you say yes, then for now, don't mind telling me who is behind it."

"Joker."

Dick was stunned for a moment, and there was not much surprise on his face, thinking that this was already within his acceptability. nodded, and then pointed to the Takamagahara Cowherd Shop, "You came here for him, the guy who was set as a turnaround target by Kewen?" ”

"Half and half, he's just a nobody, a target he can kill at any time. I'm here to start a riot, and since you've revealed your purpose, we don't mind using your purpose as a battleground, because in the end you won't be able to resist the future of the restart. ”

"I'd better save this until the results come out, if it's just you, I don't think I can succeed, even if you can be weird, it's the same, I have equipment specifically for weirdos, and a powerful Kryptonian and another knight."

With Dick's words, the heavily armed Kara and the transformed Lena also appeared behind Death Knell, as Dick said, once the Kryptonians start to get serious, as the world's number one mercenary, with the bonus of weird physique, it is not easy to win.

"I salute you with the same words, let's save it until the results come out, if one weirdo constitution can't defeat you, then what about two?"

For the three people who surrounded themselves in the shape of horns, Knell did not hurry and took out a piece of fruit from his waist. But this fruit is not in the knowledge of Dick, Kara, and Lena, and there is no fruit on Earth that has a matching number. The outer layer of skin makes him look like dragon fruit, but it doesn't need to be peeled like dragon fruit, but a bit like jelly, and the death knell just squeezes out the jelly-like flesh with a slight force, and sends it directly into the mouth.

After a while, he ate the pulp, and there was still a little pulp on the corner of his mouth. Erasing it at will, looking at Dick who didn't stop him, Deathstroke put on his mask and drew his broadsword.

"You've made a big mistake, I'm a student, you shouldn't have let me eat this fruit, because it's the beginning of a calamity, the beginning of another riot!"

As Deathknell spoke, the eyes in the mask began to redden, centered on Deathknell's chest, and vines extended from it, wrapping it completely, and in the dense vines, there was a light flickering. As the vines wrapped around Deathstroke fall, a new weirdo Deathstroke stands in front of the Dick trio!