Before they could break through the enemy's "barrier", Old Bat and Linn started fighting again.
The old fists were thrown at each other, and it didn't look like they were on a mission.
With a click, Linn finally used his old friend: the chain hammer. The door, which had several layers of iron sheets welded together, was directly hammered.
A guy was half-lying on the ground, crying in pain. Maybe Lynn broke the door a little louder and brought a breath of fresh air. The guy barely opened his eyes, which were red and swollen from tears.
Only then did Lin understand what the little red thing that Old Bat threw in was.
That thing is a tough one with deviled chili peppers added to it.
…
The bravery of the people of Gotham is reflected in all aspects. The lying buddy didn't even wipe his tears before he raised the broken gun in his arms with a bang.
Yo, still a troll.
Winchester, great stuff.
Lin En naturally did not dodge or evade. He was used to this process.
However, the corridor was deliberately made so narrow, and the opponent was equipped with a shotgun as a door-guarding weapon. It seemed impossible to escape.
This distance...
"Old Bat?"
"I'm fine."
Of course Old Bat was fine, he just kept hiding behind Linn without showing his head.
When it comes to experience in dealing with these guys, Linn can't compare to Old Bat.
"Where is your trading place and where is the warehouse?"
Linn had to admit that when the old bat flashed out of the black-red smoke, the faint light gradually illuminated the bridge of his nose and his eye sockets, casting thick shadows where his eyes were. The old bat who speaks with a mute voice can really give people an unparalleled sense of oppression.
Maybe it would be more appropriate to have him wear a yellow ring of fear?
Lin En was murmuring again.
Old Bat deliberately wore the old armor he always wore when he went on a mission today, and his intention was obvious.
We say it outright, and we do it clearly. He just pinched Lin En's ears and shouted loudly: I don't like the Green Lantern Ring. Then he threw the ring on Lynn's face to show his attitude.
Old Bat is not a person who compromises easily. To understand this sentence from another angle, when Old Bat is willing to compromise and change himself, then he is no longer Batman, and he is really bad.
Creepy light at dawn? ! !
Better say goodbye...
"Lynn, Linn? Linn!"
When I came back to my senses from a daze, I saw that the guy who was so arrogant just now was covering his face and sobbing, lying on the ground, twitching continuously.
Linn immediately tilted his neck and looked at the old bat with a strange expression.
"What did you do to him? Why is he afraid of being like this?"
"Nothing. I just helped him receive the disability certificate in advance. When I wanted to help him increase the level of benefits he received, he rejected me."
"Oh~~"
understood.
Teeth, tongue, eyes, nose... that's all.
"Lynn, what were you thinking about just now."
As the old bat walked forward, he occasionally threw a batarang. While clearing the line along the way, he still had time to ask Linn some questions.
"You were very distracted just now."
As he spoke, he frowned: "Did you find anything wrong here again?"
"No. Don't."
After stopping the old bat from taking out two more gas bombs and throwing them out, Lin En frankly expressed his true thoughts: "When I saw the back of your head just now, I suddenly wanted to pick up a brick and slap you."
Mr. Bateman touched the armor on the back of his head. It's okay. This is the best place to protect the entire head. It's okay.
…
When the only shortcoming of a terrifying Batman: the principle of not killing, is made up for by another terrifying "Batman", he really has no dead ends in every sense.
Resistance, obviously, is non-existent.
The two of them encountered almost no decent resistance, and the most energy they spent was just fighting each other.
The flow was smooth, and the two people soon saw the owner of the underground bar who was hiding somewhere and had been caught by a lot of Linn's clones and hung upside down in the air.
An interesting interrogation began again.
……………………
Recently, Gotham has been experiencing another kind of urban ghost story... which is not very new but is still very scary.
According to some insiders who are in the hospital, Gotham is no longer the paradise it once was.
"There's Batman on that street! It's true!"
"I mean it, they really have a lot of people, a lot of bats!"
"There's no point in thinking about that thing, so I'll just die... Wuwuwu..."
"Please tell my wife and girlfriend that I love them."
…
Gotham's underworld is being plowed again. This doesn't seem to be news, because in the past, Batman would clear a street and suppress an entire neighborhood at every turn.
But, it seems to be different this time.
This time, someone died.
Many people died.
…
Inside a prefabricated winery. The hard-working tattooed guys, hip-hop guys, skaters, and nigga guys are creating their own wealth with their hard-working hands.
They worked in groups of two and three, with a strict division of labor. Some disassembled and reassembled the recycled wine bottles, some poured out the wine and rebaked the bottle mouths, and some dissolved the white washing powder and filled it with water into the bottles. Inside, some people resealed the wine bottles and handled the remaining work.
There are a full set of procedures, standard purchase and delivery terms, and brand-new, undamaged and unpacked goods. For a long time, these washing powders have been circulated across states through this method, creating a huge washing powder business. empire.
This is not a long-term business, and its staggering profits will always bring trouble to the hard-working laundry detergent sales staff.
The clever head of the laundry detergent sales group chose a good way to work for some high-level big shots in order to gain a certain degree of protection.
It's a good business.
Compared with the past where 10/25 of the profits were often handed over in vain, this job for the big boss only took up some time and territory.
However, what space can some test tubes occupy?
It's nothing more than a car, a warehouse, and a new, high-end wine box.
So worth it.
…
He called his subordinates to clean up the scene and put the goods on the truck in batches. This was a serious company with serious cargo-handling vehicles. With the help of a big boss, it is quite easy to go through some formalities and approvals.
Casemiro felt that he had already earned enough. The current situation in Gotham seemed to be very wrong. The batch was increased and the pressure was even tighter.
This is not a very good sign.
After completing this order, Casemiro is ready to retire.
What kind of factories, transportation lines, what kind of upper-level connections, what kind of regular customers, what kind of safe houses...
These things exist just to make him money. Now that the money has been earned, it’s time to throw away those things.
"Be serious. Come back this time, each person will receive 20,000 yuan, no discount. Cash."
Of course, the cakes that should be painted must still be painted, otherwise how would these idiots have the motivation to work hard for him and make money for him.
The car started and drove slowly outside the factory. Everyone has different thoughts in their heart, planning how to spend every penny of the money after they get it in order to be the most valuable and honorable person.
Everyone's face seemed to be filled with a happy, greedy, and not pure smile, as if they had made money.
Sudden.
The entire factory fell into darkness after a sudden explosion.
Maybe the power went out again, which is a common thing, they use a lot of electricity.
He originally thought of assigning any of the people following the car to get electricity, but Casemiro had already spoken, but no one answered him.
"TK? Rondo? McGee!?"
Farke...
Something happened.
He panicked and grabbed the gun at his waist. There was a click, and his eyebrows froze as something pressed against his forehead.
It's a gun. A gun that Casemiro is familiar with.
A large, gold-plated pistol.
His own collection.
"Shhh."
Someone took his gun and put it against his head.
"You...where are you, oh here, here."
Hitting his forehead hard twice, Casemiro swallowed: "Friend, the cash is on the table, in a small box, you can take it all. You know, I will not report the crime, nor I will definitely act as if this never happened.”
"Hey... that's a good idea. What do you think? Hmm... help me get the pistol."
The man with the gun pointed at his head seemed to be talking to his companions. Casemiro's mind was still frantically filtering to know everyone in the factory, every subordinate, every partner, anyone who might The enemy of...
The next second, a cold feeling appeared on his chest. The man thrust the gun into his arms.
"I just said you shouldn't wear this cloak. Stepping on it is like having someone choke you. Is it really... where is the gun?"
Slowly retreating, Casemiro's eyes were still adjusting to the darkness. He raised his hands flat and pointed the gun forward, carefully identifying...
It does seem like there are only two of us, which is great. If there weren't more people, killing these two people wouldn't be a joke...
Crack.
There was a slight friction sound, and with it, a small flame appeared.
There was finally a glimmer of light in the darkness. Casemiro saw a face with his head lowered and holding a match to light a cigarette. He saw the smile on his face while holding the cigarette between his teeth. He also saw the way he shook the match because of the light and shadow. Flashing and vaguely visible, were two pointed ears.
"Didn't I give you the gun? You...eh?"
The gun was handed to Lin En's hand. The person who handed the gun held the body of the gun, pointed the muzzle at him, and handed the handle to Lin En's hand.
"You kid, get on the road."
Lin held the cigarette sideways and took a deep breath. The cigarette butt lit up with a bright red flame in the darkness, gradually dimming until it went out, without illuminating anything. With one eye closed, Linn looked inside the muzzle of the gun, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything.
Bang!
"Isn't this a lighter?!"
Lin En's cigarette butt was beaten to pieces, and it was completely broken.
"Leave it to you, old bat, he's quite sensible."
Bang bang bang bang bang!
"Hahaha! I succeeded!"
With the warmth of the gun muzzle and Lin En's persistent inhalation, he finally lit the half cigarette in his mouth.
"Let me see if I can find anything good this time~"
The sound of smashing wine bottles, ding. There was a crisp sound of glass hitting.
"found it."
Carrying a row of small test tubes, Lin happily shook them twice.
(End of chapter)
