Hogwarts: From Selling White Peppers to Becoming a God

Chapter 62 The Accountant Killer: Batman - Origins

"What...is this?"

Boris stared at the test tube in front of him, puzzled.

"Do you like reading comics?" Murphy asked. "I quite like them, but more than the heroes' later exploits, I like reading their origin stories the most."

"Especially the origin stories of those anti-heroes."

"Born pure and kind, he was suddenly struck by misfortune, imprisoned, and trapped in a state of distress. Despite his struggles, he always failed. Just when he was feeling disheartened and desperate, an opportunity finally came his way. Only then was he able to seize the opportunity and achieve great things."

"Although it's all the same old formula, I never get tired of watching it."

"Now, your story has reached its darkest moment."

"It's time for a turning point."

"This is your turning point."

Murphy produced a syringe from somewhere and drew the clear blood from the test tube into the syringe.

"This is true vampire blood," Murphy said. "It can turn you into a vampire, although it has many drawbacks, such as not being able to go out during the day, not being able to sleep at night, being afraid of garlic, and needing to live on blood. But it can also grant you some abilities."

"It can make you incredibly fast and give you better night vision than a feline. It also gives you exceptional regenerative abilities; your wounds heal quickly, and ordinary firearms have a hard time killing you."

"In addition, you can transform into a bat, which will make you immune to most germs and toxins, and give you all the abilities of a bat."

"In short, you will become..."

"Batman?" Boris exclaimed in surprise.

"..."

Fine, call me whatever you want.

Murphy handed over the syringe. "Whether you use it or not is up to you."

Boris looked at the syringe, hesitated for a moment, glanced at the clipping wall, then suddenly grabbed the syringe and plunged it into his neck.

hiss……

Murphy was stunned.

Actually, an intravenous injection would be fine, bro.

A few seconds later, Boris collapsed to his knees, tossed the empty syringe aside, his eyes darted around in their sockets, and then he curled up into a ball.

"ah!!"

With a roar, as if countless insects were crawling under his skin, his blood vessels bulged and writhed, and his muscles twitched uncontrollably.

Murphy frowned. When Lisandro converted that blood slave last time, it wasn't this painful, was it?

Then he suddenly remembered that Lisandro had said that the real blood in this test tube was enough to transform several people.

Did I give you too much?

Sure enough, Boris's skin began to turn red and hot. Gradually, a blood-red aura emanated from his body, and his eyes turned crimson, with two sharp teeth protruding from his lips.

Suddenly, the painful screams stopped abruptly, and Boris lay motionless, the bloody aura slowly flowing back into his body.

Did it succeed? Or did it fail?

Murphy was also a little unsure, so he nudged Boris on the ground with his toe.

No response.

Could this guy really be dead?

So much real blood was wasted!

However, Boris, who was lying on the ground, suddenly turned his head, his bloodshot eyes staring straight at him, which startled Murphy.

This guy's face was originally quite decent, but now it was contorted and taut, like a demon, which was really scary.

He got up, on all fours, his fingernails having grown long enough to scratch marks on the floor, and moved around Murphy like a starving wolf.

Murphy drew his wand, took a step back, and decided that if the guy tried to pounce on him, he would fly up first.

However, although Boris's face was contorted and ferocious, and his conjunctivitis was terrifying, he did not attack. Instead, he moved to the window, suddenly leaped up, and jumped down.

Ok?

Murphy quickly went to the window to look.

A large, dark shadow plummeted rapidly, about to crash to the ground, when suddenly, with a whoosh, the shadow vanished, and a bat much larger than its kind appeared in a burst of crimson light. It then clumsily flapped its wings and wobbled as it took flight.

Murphy glanced in the direction the bats had flown; that seemed to be Milburn's territory.

He immediately transformed into a wisp of black smoke and gave chase.

The large bat was also covered in a layer of blood-red substance, and it flew very fast, reaching its destination in just a few minutes.

It was a detached European-style mansion, covering an area of ​​twenty or thirty acres. The outer perimeter was a grove of trees, the middle was a lawn garden, and then came the large villa of over a thousand square meters, with a large swimming pool in the yard big enough for dozens of people to swim in.

At this moment, three or four beautiful women in swimsuits are playing by the pool.

Tsk.

Look at their lives, they really know how to enjoy them.

His mansion was just as impressive, but why didn't he think of a swimming pool?

The courtyard is heavily guarded, with cameras at short intervals, covering the entire courtyard without any blind spots.

Moreover, there were more than a dozen security personnel patrolling the courtyard, and judging from their oversized shirts, they might be hiding automatic weapons inside.

Even if they come on their own, it would be very difficult to launch a frontal assault.

However, at this moment, both of them flew over, and Boris, who had transformed into a bat, easily flew in through an open window on the second floor.

Murphy followed him inside, and as soon as he landed, he saw Boris transform into human form and rush out of the room.

This guy seemed to have grown even taller than before, and surprisingly, his leg was no longer lame.

"Who? Hmm..."

A short sound came from outside the door. Murphy went out to see what was happening and saw Boris pinning a security guard in a black suit against the wall, grabbing his head, biting his neck, and greedily sucking his blood.

The man convulsed, but seemed to be bound by some force, and stopped shouting and struggling. The color drained from his face rapidly, and in a short while, he was drained into a dried-up corpse.

"Who goes there?!"

Then someone spotted Boris sucking blood in the corridor and immediately raised a gun at him.

Seeing this, Murphy quickly cast an armor spell on himself and then went to the side to watch the show.

Boris turned to look at the security guard and then suddenly rushed out.

The other side reacted quickly, firing three shots in quick succession. However, Boris ignored them completely. Despite being hit in the chest and abdomen by the three shots, he did not slow down at all. He pounced on the man and bit open his throat.

The gunshots startled the entire mansion, and two more security guards rushed up immediately, one of them carrying a submachine gun.

However, Boris seemed to have anticipated their arrival. Before they could rush up the stairs, he had already run a few steps along the wall. As soon as the two men showed their heads, he slashed the throat of the security guard holding a submachine gun with a claw.

The latter instinctively pulled the trigger, and a burst of gunfire erupted, but it was all inaccurate, hitting the ceiling.

Before the other man could react, Boris grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall, splattering blood and splitting his head open.

"Bang!" A gunshot rang out, and a hole was shot through the wall behind Boris.

A fat man in a bathrobe emerged from the bedroom on the second floor. "You? You're that accountant?!"

(End of this chapter)