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In the Gotham City Bureau, Detective Gordon looked at the report that the director had just placed in front of him in shock.

"Is this what you reported to me, the consequences of the reduction of Gotham's criminal record in the past three days?"

The director slammed the report, which was just a piece of paper, onto the table. Then he ravaged his desk with all his strength and cursed loudly.

"What are you all doing? Gather and control the Narrow Island. You must control the situation on the Narrow Island before reporters arrive."

Gordon hurriedly left with his men. The director stood pacing back and forth in the office. Finally, he couldn't hold it in any longer and said something.

"No, there was an explosion on Narrow Island. Such a situation cannot happen without me being present, otherwise I will be criticized by the media for inaction."

The assistant director looked at the director's flustered look and sighed slightly. Gotham Police Chiefs change too frequently. This always has a disadvantage, that is, most chiefs don't know the actual situation in Gotham.

The "director's" assistant said: "The narrow island is Falconi's territory. No reporter dares to film the disputes there. As long as we deal with the videos posted online by the onlookers afterwards, it will be fine."

"I see"

The director put his hands on his chest and rubbed them. His expression looked much better. But just when his mood had just recovered, he received another news.

the phone is ringing

The director was still a little nervous when he answered the phone. He was afraid it was the mayor, but the caller was just the head of the traffic police department.

The director listened to the content on the phone and cursed loudly: "The sky train just stopped inexplicably, and more than 600 people were trapped on the train."

The director hung up the phone harshly. He was about to get angry, but then he thought about it. There had just been an explosion on Narrow Island. It was probably the gangs fighting again. In this case, it might be a good thing to stop the trains.

So, our young police chief put on his own equipment, got into a bulletproof car, and headed to the Narrow Island scene with his assistant.

Detective Gordon was faster than the director. After Gordon had led people to set up defenses around the Narrow Island Skytrain Station for three minutes, the director had not arrived immediately as he said on the phone.

Gordon looked at the station in front of him. He could see with the naked eye that there were more than 500 people fighting in the station. Their weapons seemed to be of all kinds. Forget about samurai swords and the like, there were actually some people using bows and arrows to fight.

"People inside, listen, you have been surrounded. Put down your weapons and squat on the ground immediately, otherwise we will use force to suppress it."

Gordon used the microphone to shout. He looked at the more than 800 police officers behind him and the steady stream of backup coming. He looked at his anti-riot vehicle, high-pressure water cannon and boxes of tear gas. Such equipment could deal with a large group of people. It should be enough for gangsters

However, Gordon didn't realize that their numbers were really enough.

A young alternate agent quickly ran to Gordon's side and whispered a few words to Gordon.

"Inspector, there are many gangsters gathering from all directions. The number of people is close to 7,000," the young man explained quickly, and the content of his words made Gordon's heart freeze.

"Why are so many people gathering illegally without us discovering it? What is the purpose of our surveillance system?" Gordon quickly cursed to vent, and then he decisively arranged: "Aim all the high-pressure water cannons at the perimeter and fire at the police The bureau called for more support, and the explosion-proof brigade was divided into three quarters to block them firmly outside the defensive circle. We suspended the attack plan on the station and tried our best to deal with the siege from the outside world. Damn it, I didn’t know we spent so much time. What exactly can a surveillance system installed with a lot of money be used for?”

Gordon didn't know that the entire city's surveillance system had long been controlled remotely.

Another two minutes passed, and Gordon was covered in sweat. He had already seen the gangsters in all directions. Each of these gangsters looked weak, as if they had lost their minds. This made Gordon feel a little more relaxed. After all, what he is about to face will not be a group of guys with high fighting will.

However, their numbers were so great that they completely surrounded the area, and subsequent reinforcements could only stay outside, making it impossible for Gordon's men to concentrate their forces.

Just then, Gordon received a call from the director.

"Gordon" Director's voice sounded a little nervous, and he spoke fast and even a little uncontrollably: "Quickly disperse the defense circle in the southwest, something is coming towards you."

"What?" Gordon asked.

The director took a deep breath: "A tank."

Gordon was stunned. He subconsciously looked to the southwest. There was no road there at all. How could tanks?

"Disperse, disperse quickly." Gordon dispelled his thoughts in the blink of an eye. He issued orders frantically, but even without his order, the police officers deployed in the southwest had already fled to both sides.

"Damn it!" Gordon looked above his head. A black, extremely huge armored vehicle actually jumped down from the roof of a residential building in the southwest.

Gordon was sure that he was right. The car definitely jumped down. Gordon opened his mouth wide and watched as the armored car rushed into the station where the battle was taking place.

The seemingly solid walls of the station were as soft as expired biscuits in front of the armored vehicle. Without even feeling the collision, a huge hole had already appeared in the Skytrain station.

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p; "Is this going to be World War III?" Gordon muttered.

Bruce was sitting in the Batmobile he had just acquired. He saw the battle in the station clearly through the video system in the car on the roof. After being taught by Dante, he had already learned the correct way to deal with this type of battle. He knew that the people fighting in the station were people who had experienced hundreds of battles, but the fighting skills of these people were not common in Europe and the United States.

Shadow Warrior Alliance

Bruce opened the car door and jumped out of the car with a whoosh. The ninjas stopped their actions almost at the same time. A man in black armor suddenly appeared on the battlefield. That was definitely not a good thing.

After jumping out of the car, Batman pressed the ultrasonic transmitter that Lucius had just made on his belt. The frequency of this ultrasonic wave corresponded to the bat. In other words, it would transmit all the ultrasonic transmitters within a radius of ten kilometers. Bats are attracted to the instrument and this feature works day and night

After Bruce pressed the launcher, he raised his right arm and used his arm armor to block the long knife slashed by a ninja. Then he stooped forward and knocked the ninja ten meters away with a shoulder collision. The ninja's sternum was The sound of shattering was clearly audible.

The next moment, when other ninjas planned to attack Batman, Batman in black armor disappeared inexplicably before their eyes.

Of course, Bruce has not really disappeared. He is constantly moving around his Batmobile, using the ferocious body and pure black color of the Batmobile to eliminate his presence in the eyes of the enemy.

Because it is not night, many of Bruce's skills cannot be used, such as using the grappling hook gun to go to the roof of the shed and then giving them a footwork that falls from the sky, or relying on the shadow to launch a simple and fatal surprise attack on them.

"Click"

While Bruce was thinking, he jumped out from the left side of the Batmobile and severely broke a ninja's arm.

After completing this action, Bruce easily changed his position. No matter when and where he moved, no one could see him forever. As long as Bruce's target lost sight of Bruce, Bruce would It will deliver a heavy blow to its enemy from an incredible place.

However, as more and more enemies gathered around, Bruce's hiding skills became difficult to use. Since Bruce's arrival, the battlefield was no longer as chaotic as it was at first. Or perhaps, the two groups of ninjas with different purposes have Basically determines the outcome

Bruce is wandering in the crowd, and every punch and kick he makes will completely make a ninja lose his fighting power. Yes, Bruce does not kill people, but that does not mean that Bruce will strike lightly.

More and more ninjas are surrounding Bruce. The flashing sword light and the occasional darts and bullets have brought a lot of pressure to Bruce. Only then did Bruce know that Dante's bloody and bloody battle 20 days ago How useful cruel teachings are

Even if there are seven knives in front of him slashing at him at the same time, their speed is far inferior to Dante. Bruce can make the best plan to avoid or resist with just one glance. This is like the instinct of Bruce's muscles, which has been engraved on him. into Bruce's soul

More and more ninjas are falling around Bruce, and Bruce is using his own way to stop this chaos.

Sweat gradually formed on Bruce's forehead under his helmet. Unlike Dante, who has a divine soul and body, he would get tired. But the more tired he became, the more Bruce could feel the constant flow of his blood and the constant impact on him. The feeling in his heart was extremely clear. For the first time since Dante started teaching him, Bruce felt his own blood, or rather, anger.

It was obvious that his hands and feet felt extremely heavy, and his mind became tired, but the more so, the faster Bruce knocked down the ninja. It was as if Bruce's fist had become a heavy hammer, and Bruce's legs were cars. Anyone they hit will suffer consequences they can't bear

angry angry angry

Bruce clenched his teeth. He pushed the ninja in front of him into the air with a knee. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the ninja's neck. This neck looked so fragile and weak. It was so weak that it seemed as if Bruce could use just a little force to break it. It's like it will break

Bruce tightened his grip on that neck. He knew that as long as he exerted a little more strength, the bastard in front of him who was causing trouble in Gotham would go to meet Satan.

At this moment, the sound of countless flapping wings rushed into Bruce's ears.

Bruce was in a trance. In the moment of his trance, he was hit by two katana swords on his shoulders and lower back. Fortunately, Bruce's armor was very strong, and Bruce recovered quickly. Otherwise, those two blows just now would have even It could kill Bruce.

Bruce turned around and kicked away the ninja who almost cut his shoulder. Then he swung his right hand hard, and the half-dead ninja who was holding his neck hit the guy who almost cut Bruce's waist.

Next, Bruce stood there, quietly looking at the group of bats in front of him that seemed to block out the sky and the sun.

Bruce frowned. He knew that if the arrival of these bats hadn't stimulated him a little, the guy whose neck he was holding would probably be dead.

Bruce watched the bats surrounding him. He watched the bats constantly attacking the ninjas in the station. He watched the ninjas hurriedly move away from him. He could even see the policemen outside the station who were frightened by the large group of bats.

In this short moment, Bruce seemed to see his entire life, and he took a deep breath.

"Perhaps, it is destined that I am Batman."