The days have passed for a while, and Gotham is quite calm, quite peaceful, and quite peaceful.
At least that's what it seems on the surface.
Ordinary people are still going about their lives as usual, watching street crimes, hearing gunshots, paying protection fees and so on. It is no different from before.
But the underground world is different.
Every vital social group knows that a brutal murderous madman has recently appeared in Gotham.
Don’t ask how you know it, just ask and experience it for yourself.
This guy will suddenly appear somewhere, jumping around and saying some inexplicable words, and then...then it becomes a bit magical.
Obviously this guy is wearing a huge gas mask, and his body is covered with technological creations such as tactical vests and night vision goggles, but it is said that this guy is actually a druid.
Once you meet him, you can basically say goodbye to breathing. This man is not like that bat, who is willing to respect the law and send them to court to be judged alive.
Although he keeps saying that he studied under Batman, so far, nearly a hundred people from Gotham's major underground organizations have died at his hands. These people are more than Batman can save in several lifetimes.
In the three years since Batman’s debut, he hasn’t killed a single person!
Moreover, this guy has an extremely bad character, and he doesn't seem to care much about human life. More than once, they saw corpses on the ground in one of their swept strongholds, and they also saw blood written on the walls.
It is not a judgment on behalf of God, nor is it a murder for a life.
【Will tomorrow be better? awaiting notice. 】
Probably this type.
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"Quick, quick, quick! What are you doing! Move quickly!"
The pier at night is not as busy as it is during the day, because in such a place close to the water, it is always easy to cause unnecessary dangers due to unclear visibility.
However, at this time, this small pier secretly built by private individuals was crowded with people, and everyone was carrying them like ants in a hurry.
"Hurry up! fvck!"
The bald man in a black coat cursed, and everyone knew who he was scolding.
Taking out the phone, the bald man turned around and pressed a number: "David, do we really need to do this? This is... yes, I know... I know a lot of people died, but... okay, but May you be right."
After putting down the phone, the bald man rubbed his hands and stamped his feet: "Damn weather! Damn Druid!"
Although the Falcone family currently dominates Gotham's underworld, there are still many other small groups that exist.
Gotham is too big, and it would be extremely difficult for one person to take over such a big business, especially when the business is still shady.
Baldhead is one of the vultures who snatched the carrion from Falcone. He has always called himself and other underground minds in Gotham that, and has always insisted that he is the most vicious one among them.
But now he has to leave Gotham, even if he doesn't really want to.
In the past few years, the once good laundry detergent business and skin and flesh trade have suddenly become difficult to do. It's not because people in Gotham don't like these things anymore, but because of the appearance of a certain big bat three years ago.
Originally, it was already difficult to fight against this bat, but at least they managed to survive.
As a result, now comes another one that is even more cruel.
"Special code!"
The bald man cursed again: "Why can't vultures eat bats?"
"That makes sense."
"Yeah, although I'm not an animal expert, I think...eh? Who are you?"
"I?"
The man scratched his head. He had a helmet, but he didn't scratch it.
"I don't know how many nicknames you have given me, but I prefer the name John Wick. Look, this is a smooth pencil in the bar. The magic will start soon..."
"FVCK——!!"
Chug tug tug tug tug…
The battle started in an instant, with explosive sparks and deafening gunshots shining everywhere in the smoke, and the flames from the gun barrels filled every place in the messy dock with a strange smell.
However, the side with more people was obviously the weaker side of the warring parties. They fought and retreated, completely unaware of what they were shooting at. They only focused on using up all the bullets in the magazine, and continued to shoot He pulled the trigger of the gun and clicked.
While fighting and retreating, from time to time, some unlucky people would scream in pain after being accidentally injured by friendly forces, and some of them would also be mixed with someone shouting: "Fuck! Don't try to grab someone's head here! Damn it, you can even do it. !”
What followed was a burst of incomprehensible language, speaking very fast and with a high repetition rate of words.
Afterwards, wild snakes were flying on the deck.
Countless vines turned into long whips and spears, dancing in the air, sometimes tying someone's feet and dragging them into the sea, sometimes putting them around someone's neck and carrying them high into the air, sometimes piercing one sideways and then piercing the second one, like a fucking candied haws. Similar.
After a while, no other sound existed on the thick planks of the dock.
Only the curses were left.
"I would have given you such a big pineapple if I had known better, Gan!"
Lin En really felt sorry for the two unlucky guys who were compensated by their teammates. If they died in the hands of whoever died, couldn't they just send them to me and let me compensate them? !
"Forest."
With a soft landing, Lin Yi knew without turning around that it must be Bateman coming again.
In recent times, the two of them have become familiar with each other. After all, they both work at night and have the same target group and potential customers, so it is inevitable that they will meet frequently.
It’s a matter of going back and forth, even if you don’t think you’re familiar with it.
"Lin, I knew it was you. The fire here and the sound of shooting came from..."
"Yes, yes, I know, I know, I will pay attention next time."
After getting acquainted with each other, he became more casual in speaking, which Batman regretted quite a bit.
"Lin, I know you don't want to hear this. But you can't continue like this.
They kill, and you kill too. If you kill them, you become a new murderer. The number of criminals still hasn’t decreased, you..."
"You're talking nonsense!"
Linnt pointed proudly behind him: "I can kill more than a dozen people at a time. Do you dare to say that the number of criminals has not decreased?!"
Batman: "…………"
Uncomfortable.
Seeing that his own words left the old bat speechless, Lin En took the initiative to put down his attitude and speak: "Okay, I know your rules for doing things, but I also have my own rules, right? When we implement our own rules to Before the end, you can't say that I am definitely wrong, right?
Well...that's it, I'm a mature person, if I really find that I was wrong, I will apologize to you. "
Batman said quietly: "I have never heard you apologize to me."
"So, this proves that I never miss anything."
Batman: "..."
It’s uncomfortable, even more uncomfortable.
Seeing how it was silent after just two words, Lin En quickly changed the subject: "By the way, aren't you very busy these days? Why are you here looking for me? Don't say it's just a coincidence."
Mentioning this, Batman finally came out of his predicament, looked at Lynn very seriously and said, "Lynn, Falcone has just issued a wanted notice for you, with a bounty of 20 million."
"So...good guy, it's a shame that I still treat you as a friend, but you, a thick-browed guy with big eyes, betrayed our friendship and came to kill me! It's a shame that I introduced you to Old John's Traditional Chinese Medicine last time to treat the problem of phlegm stuck in your throat. , do you still have humanity? You, just say you..."
Lin En chattered non-stop, and kept rubbing his hand on the windproof eyepiece. It looked like he was addicted to drama.
What about Batman?
He felt even worse now.
