American comic world demon hunter

Bruce was wearing black armor and marching silently in the night. He already had his target, which was the Gotham City Police Department.

The moonlight is very clear tonight, and there are no clouds in the sky. Walking on the roofs of buildings, Bruce can see many things that cannot be seen during the day, especially the drug trade that is prevalent throughout Gotham.

However, now is not the time to worry about that. As long as he can send Falconi to jail, the drug market that has lost its largest seller will be peaceful for a long time until the next powerful person appears. This market will to continue.

But looking at Bruce's determination, I'm afraid the next big drug lord will also face the same fate as Falconi, if everything goes well.

When Bruce was still thinking about the future of Gotham, the police station had arrived. Bruce stood on the building opposite the police station and looked at the lights below. He knew who he should be looking for. What he was looking for was the few people in Gotham City. One of the few good cops in Gotham, Gordon has been fighting crime in Gotham for twenty years and became Detective Inspector.

Bruce remembered Gordon. In his memory, Gordon was still a spirited young man. Twenty-one years ago, when Bruce's parents were shot dead at the entrance of the theater by that damn Joe Chill, he was the first to rush to the scene. The detective is Gordon. Bruce clearly remembers that when Gordon put the windbreaker he was wearing on his shoulders, it was the first humble warmth that Bruce tasted after his parents died.

Maybe Gordon left such a deep impression on Bruce that Bruce found Gordon's office with just a glance.

Well, the reason just mentioned is a bit far-fetched. In fact, it is now 8:20 in the evening. There are not many people on duty at the police station. Most of the rooms can be seen with police officers with bad postures, Gordon among them. It seemed too dazzling.

Bruce aimed the grapple gun at the top floor of the police station building, and then he used the grapple gun to swing over until he landed without making any sound.

He moved lightly along the outer wall of the police station towards Gordon's room, using his hands and feet together. He passed the thirty vertical meters as if they were just a stone's throw away. When Bruce gently opened Gordon's window, Gordon didn't even hear a word. sound.

Gordon is looking at all the criminal records for this week. There are now fewer difficult guys on the record sheet, especially the short guy. Gordon feels a lot more relaxed when he doesn't show up again.

However, Gordon took a deep breath when he looked at the form about drug transactions in his hand. Falconi's drug sales were getting bigger and bigger. In one week, more than 20 people were caught selling drugs. One can imagine how rampant drugs are in Gotham today.

Suddenly, the lights went out, and Gordon raised his head in confusion. Just as he was about to look back at the switch on the wall, he felt a cold feeling coming from the back of his head.

"Don't look back, don't shout, you are one of the few good police officers, I will not hurt you."

Bruce looked at the man in front of him and tried to drive away his memories. Dante's teachings gave Bruce confidence and strength, but these chaotic thoughts were not something Dante could handle.

Gordon swallowed softly, raised his hands to show that he would not resist, and then said: "What do you want?"

"Many of Carman Falconi's men have been fished out. Tell me who helped him."

"Klein" Gordon said: "Klein is a doctor who came to Gotham half a year ago. He took over Arkham Asylum and changed the chaotic way Arkham operates. I thought he was a good person. Until he too was bribed by Falconi"

"He may not have been bribed, and he may not be a good person." Bruce said coldly: "If I want to send Falconi to prison, what do I need?"

"Falconi bribed a lot of people. You have to get Judge Fitton among them, and then you have to have solid evidence. Finally, you need a district attorney who has the guts to prosecute him."

"Is there such a prosecutor in Gotham?" Bruce knew who the prosecutor was, but he didn't want others to know that he knew.

"Maybe there are one or two, Rachel Dawes, she has been against Falconi for more than five years, but Falconi obviously doesn't take her seriously." After Gordon finished speaking, he suddenly asked: "You guys Is it a person?"

This sentence is a shallow text trap. If Bruce said us casually, it would prove that this is a gang.

Bruce patted Gordon's shoulder lightly.

"There are two of us now. Wait for my signal. It will be soon."

"We" Gordon asked doubtfully, but he could no longer hear Bruce's voice. He tentatively looked around the entire office. Even if the windows were closed, there was no trace of anyone coming.

Bruce had already left. He was running quickly between buildings. He knew where Falconi was transporting drugs. Today was a good opportunity to pull him out completely.

However, the phone rang.

Bruce felt the vibration in his chest. He squatted on the roof and took out the phone from under the armor with difficulty. This was also Bruce's helpless move. His custom-made wrist signal could not make a complete call.

"Teacher" Bruce asked softly, and then he heard Dante's voice on the phone.

"Bruce, Falcone is loading his drugs about 1156 meters away from me. I listened to their conversation. The drugs are divided into two types, one is packed in a bear doll, and the other is packed in a bunny. Among the dolls, the bunny doll has been transported to the dock area. The license plate number is gt. You go and trace it. I will deal with Falconi immediately. One of these two drugs should be a potion from the Shadow Warrior Alliance."

"I'll be there right away" Bruce replied, then suddenly added: "

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Teacher, please don’t kill anyone, the living Falconi is more important than the dead one.”

Hearing Bruce's answer, Dante nodded and hung up the phone. He didn't care at all that Bruce couldn't see his nod.

Taking out the white ivory with his left hand, Dante gently rubbed the warm gun body of the white ivory. Dante didn't care about Falconi or anything else. It didn't matter if it was drugs or not. After all, those who were harmed by drugs were those who would not be harmed. Dante admires people who have no self-control.

Dante raised the white ivory flatly. Unlike the pistol, the ballistic trajectory of the white ivory will not deviate at all if the magic power allows. Therefore, Dante does not need to correct the trajectory. He just needs to aim straight and shoot. good

Considering that he was dealing with ordinary people, Dante adjusted the magic power input into the white ivory to the minimum. With a soft "pop", a bearded man who was carrying a bear doll in the distance fell to the ground with a thud.

The bearded accomplices looked at the bearded man on the ground in shock, and like his accomplices, he stared at his missing left calf with eyes full of disbelief.

Time seemed to stand still for five seconds. Five seconds later, the bearded man finally let out a deafening wail.

"Ah ah ah" the bearded man howled. While howling, he slapped the ground in vain with his hands: "My legs, my legs are gone."

But he didn't hear the comfort from others. He was a little desperate. Was he abandoned? He looked around aggrievedly and found a piece of good news and a piece of bad news.

The bad news is that no one really cares about him. No one comes to see his injuries or comfort him. These accomplices are so damn indifferent.

The good news is that they are all lying on the ground like him. He only has one calf missing, which is pretty good. Look at that damn Bill, haha. Bill, who usually bullies him, is actually covering his crotch. Hahaha, were his balls blown off?

Falconi was checking the drugs in the little bear and the little rabbit in the car, but in the blink of an eye, he heard countless wailings, damn it

Falconi didn't look around at all, he just lowered his head and shouted softly.

"drive"

The car didn't move.

"Shit, drive for me," Falconi shouted, but before he could finish shouting, he heard the sound of the car door opening.

Well, that was not the sound of a car door at all, but the sound of his own car door being ripped open by someone else. Before Falconi could say anything, he only felt like he was hit on the face. Then, he Just lost consciousness.

Dante pulled the unconscious Falconi out of the car and tied the group together with the rope he was wearing.

With Dante's speed, these poor guys completely fainted without even having a chance to beg for mercy. As for their severed arms and legs, with all due respect to Dante, they were just a chance to test the gun.

Dante observed the injuries of these guys. Several of them suffered penetrating wounds. This is the effect caused by angel magic. Angel magic has a very good penetrating effect. Combined with the debilitating curse engraved on the gun, the effect must be great. .

As for the annihilation damage where all limbs disappear, it is caused by two kinds of magic mixed together. The devil's magic has not been tried by Dante. The devil should cause explosive impact damage, which may blow them to pieces.

After briefly looking at the effect of his new weapon, Dante inserted the white ivory back into the holster with satisfaction. Then, Dante picked up the camera on his back and took pictures of the bear dolls and the drugs in their bellies. , because he was using a Polaroid camera, Dante placed the photos he had just taken next to those he had taken not too long ago.

As for what Dante filmed not long ago, of course it was the process of Falconi arranging his men to transport drugs.

While taking photos, Dante also tasted the drugs. Sure enough, just as Dante had heard before, the little bear was for drug dealers. These were ordinary drugs, not the kind of potions from the Kagemusha Alliance. .

After doing all this, Dante just wanted to leave, but he felt that it was a bit unsafe to tie these people here like this. What if someone suddenly woke up, broke out a small universe and ran away from the rope?

Dante looked at the rails in the sky and thought of a good idea. Dante grabbed the rope and dragged the drug dealers to the rail support more than ten meters away. Of course, the tracks of the sky train did not appear out of thin air. There will be a pillar supporting the track every certain distance. Dante grabbed the rope and the seventeen drug dealers with one hand, and climbed the pillar with the other hand. He quickly climbed to the rail and tied the rope to where it would not be blocked. The train ran over the place, and then Dante jumped directly from a height of more than thirty meters.

He looked up at his masterpiece. Seventeen people, including Falconi, were dancing in the breeze. Dante smiled.

He took out his phone and called Alfred.

"Alfred, I am Dante"

"I know" Alfred said depressedly, but Dante still felt a little alienated from him, maybe because he had doubted him before.

"I have already taken care of Falcone's group. Please help me check the location of Rachel Dawes. I will go find her right now and give her the evidence as you said."

"Please wait"

In less than half a minute, Alfred gave the answer.

"Not far from you, she is taking the sky train now. The train will arrive at your location in about three minutes."

"That's a coincidence." Dante looked up depressedly. It seemed that he had to climb up again.