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Chapter 17 Let the Gotham gang see what strength is
Gotham is always shrouded in dark clouds, and from a distance, only a fog can be seen.

Although there are all kinds of high-rise buildings in the city center, the first thing people think of when they mention the name Gotham are the gargoyle statues everywhere.

It's as if this is the smog capital of Britain in the late 21th century, rather than a big city in the [-]st century.

However, compared with London in the twentieth century, the upper class of Gotham enjoys the daily necessities shipped from all over the world, while the lower class can only hide in slums and factories to get food for a day or even a meal.

Except that the city center is more prosperous, there are no factories in the city and only slums are left. There seems to be no difference.

Once the people at the bottom are reduced to slums, they can only join criminal gangs and use violence to maintain their lives.

So people also call this city the "City of Sin"!
On this very ordinary day for Gotham people, Ian drove the boat into Gotham port alone.

The ship of Atlantis is powerful!

It only took Ian a day to run to the east coast of North America, and followed a freighter to find Gotham City.

"Gotham really deserves its reputation. If people live in this kind of place for a long time, they will be ghosts if they are not crazy!"

Ian complained about the harsh living environment in Gotham, and at the same time put the ship into the berth of the port.

At this time, a group of guys with tattoos on their exposed skin and automatic rifles rushed over aggressively.

Before Ian could realize what happened, the group of people threw a bunch of messy things at his boat, but they were all bounced off.

"Hey, where are you country bumpkins? You don't know the rules at all. If you want to stop the ship at the port of Gotham, you have to pay first!"

This group of seemingly social people clung to the ship.

Ian wasn't surprised to hear their request. After all, this is Gotham, and they can take automatic rifles to the streets casually, so it's nothing to charge a protection fee.

He opened the hatch, stepped out, jumped over the gangsters, and came to the shore.

The gangsters who were beaten in the face by the wind all realized that the person in front of them was a superhuman, but none of them were afraid, instead they surrounded him with guns in hand.

"Boy, don't think that you can break the rules because you are a superhuman, this is Gotham! Hurry up and pay the money, don't dawdle."

"You guys are really professional!"

Ian gave a thumbs up and sincerely praised these people. He didn't expect that these people really regarded gangsters as a real profession.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a dime on me!"

Britain has become like that, the pound is not worth a dime now, and it is too hard to wipe your ass.

"Besides, I'm not from Gotham either, your rules can't control me."

Ian is a normal person. It's really funny to follow the rules of these gangsters when he has the ability to protect himself.

"Crazy boy, I will show you what Gotham is today."

"Brothers, fire!"

A dozen gangsters pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and the bullets shot out from the muzzle of the gun.

Ian just waved his hand, and the breeze surrounded his body, turning into a shield, and bounced all the bullets that were fired.

There are no rules for the trajectory of these bullets after being fired, but there are still a few unlucky gangsters who were hit by stray bullets and fell into the sea howling.

In the blink of an eye, four people were gone, but the remaining gangsters did not retreat, but spread out, and continued to shoot at Ian through the cover.

If other gangsters or forces in America saw such a scene, they would definitely exclaim, "This is not an ordinary gangster anymore", and then they would punch hard to deal with it.

But Ian has just been withdrawn from the battlefield in the British Isles, and the intensity of such a battle is no different to him from a child's play house.

No matter how bad Gotham's gangsters are, except for a physically sick clown, the other villains need to maintain the existing urban framework so that they can be profitable and realize their ideals.

But Western Europe has already started to increase its intensity and began to engage in massacres, directly destroying the existing social system.

Compared with this, Gotham's gangster villains are just a stage play that can only be staged within the fixed scope of Gotham, and it's just a small fight.

Ian didn't want to waste time on these little guys, so he raised his hand and swung the wind sword. Hundreds of wind blades erupted on the not-so-large pier, cutting off all the bullets in an instant.

The gang members who couldn't dodge in time were swept over by the wind blade, and some parts were more or less missing, and some of them rolled their heads all over the ground.

The scene was a bit bloody, the organs that fell from the person were protruding on the ground mixed with blood.

Ian retracted his sword, stepped on the blood on the ground, and moved forward without any hesitation.

Just as he was about to leave the pier, he happened to see a young man nestling in a corner and stopped.

"Master, please forgive me! I joined the gang just to make a living. I will do whatever the superiors ask me to do. None of this has anything to do with me!"

The scene of severed arms and stumps flying all over the sky and heads gurgling all over the ground just now greatly stimulated the rest of the gang members. They looked at Ian as if they saw a wolf that was about to eat people, and they were incoherent in fright.

Although Ian hadn't done anything yet, the gangster thought of his methods against rival gang members, his body was shaking like a sieve, and his face was as white as A4 paper.

"stand up!"

Ian snatched the guy up.

He wouldn't feel guilty for a few scumbags in the gang. Looking at the fluency of these people's shooting just now, he knew that they usually killed a lot.

"Shut up, I ask a question now, you just answer, understand?"

In order not to waste time, Ian slapped him awake and asked, "What's the situation in Gotham now?"

"It's such a simple matter, you can buy a newspaper yourself and you'll know, what do you want me for?" Xiao Luo complained habitually.

"Snapped!"

Ian slapped him directly on the face, and half of his face swelled up:

"If you say another nonsense that has nothing to do with this question, I will give you a slap."

"If you don't want to turn yourself into a pig, go ahead."

This time, I didn't dare to say anything else, and told all the things I knew about the Wayne Group.

In the flashpoint world, it was not the Waynes who died in Crime Alley but their son, Bruce Wayne.

That Martha, devastated by the loss of her son, became the Joker.

Thomas abandoned the family business, concentrated on running the casino nightclub, and became Batman who used violence to control violence.

"Gotham's prosecutor Harvey Dent was caught recently, and Batman is looking for him like crazy."

Xiao Luo covered his swollen face, fearing that he would be beaten again, racked his brains to tell everything he knew.

Ian knew that this time was when The Flash came to find the old Batman, and it would not be too early, nor too late.

"Thank you for the message."

Ian flicked his fingers, and the wind bullet hit the guy's head. He threw him aside and went to find the old Batman.

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