Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 8
As the days go by, Gotham is pretty quiet, pretty peaceful, pretty peaceful.

At least that's what it looks like on the surface.

Ordinary people are still dawdling as usual, watching street crimes every day, listening to gunshots, paying protection fees and so on, no different from the past.

But the underground world is different.

Every living social group knows that the latest Gotham has had a brutal murderous lunatic.

Don't ask how you know it, just ask it yourself.

This guy would suddenly appear somewhere, jumping around and saying some inexplicable words, and then...then it became a little 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 devices, but it is said that this guy is actually a druid.

Whenever you meet him, you can basically say goodbye to breathing.This one is not like that bat, who is willing to respect the law, save a life or something and send them to court for trial.

Although he kept saying that he was a student of Batman, so far, nearly a hundred people in Gotham's major underground organizations have died in his hands. These people are a number that Batman can't save in a few lifetimes.

Batman debuted for three years, and he never killed a single person!
Moreover, this guy has an extremely bad personality, and he doesn't seem to care much about human life.More than once, while they saw corpses all over the ground in one of their swept strongholds, they also saw blood on the wall.

It's not a trial on behalf of the gods, nor is it a murder.

[Will tomorrow be better?awaiting notice. 】

Probably this type.

....................................

"Quick, quick! What are you doing! Hurry up!"

The pier at night is not as busy as it is during the day, because this kind of place near the water is always prone to unnecessary dangers due to the inability to see things clearly.

However, at this time, the privately built small pier was crowded with people, each of them carrying their shoulders and hands like busy ants.

"Hurry up! fvck!"

The bald man in a black coat cursed, and everyone knew who he was cursing.

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 that many people died, but... well, but May you be right."

Putting down the phone, the bald man rubbed his hands and stamped his feet twice: "This damn weather! Damn druid!"

Although Gotham's underground society is currently dominated by the Falcone family, there are still many other small groups that exist.

Gotham is too big, and it will be extremely difficult for one person to take such a big business, especially when the business is still shady.

Baldhead was one of the vultures that robbed Falcone of carrion, as he always called himself and other underground minds in Gotham, and always insisted that he was the most vicious of them.

Yet he had to leave Gotham now, even if he didn't really want to.

Over the past few years, the business of washing powder and meat has suddenly become difficult, 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 very difficult to fight against this bat, but at any rate, they survived.

As a result, now came a more ruthless one.

"Special code!"

The bald head cursed again: "Why can't vultures eat bats!"

"Makes sense."

"Yes, although I'm not an animal expert, but 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 straight pencil in the bar. The magic will start..."

"FVCK——!!"

chug chug chug...

The battle began in an instant, bursting sparks and deafening gunshots shone everywhere in the smoke, and the flames from the gun bore filled every place in the messy dock with a strange smell.

However, the side with a large number of people is obviously the weaker side of the two warring parties. They fought and retreated, completely unaware of what they were shooting, and only cared about firing all the bullets in the magazine, and continued to hold fire afterwards. There was a snap of the trigger of the gun.

While fighting and retreating, from time to time some unlucky ghosts screamed after being accidentally injured by friendly troops, and some people shouted: "Fuck! Don't just grab people's heads here! Damn, you can q crooked !"

Then came a burst of incomprehensible language, the speed of speech was very fast, and the repetition rate of words was extremely high.

After that, on the deck, mad snakes flew.

Countless vines turned into whips and sharp spears, dancing in the air, sometimes tied to someone's feet and dragged into the sea, sometimes wrapped around someone's neck and lifted into the sky, sometimes pierced through one sideways and then put on the second one, what the fuck candied haws like.

It was not long before there were no other sounds on the planks of the pier.

All that was left was the sound of cursing.

"I, motherfucker, would have known that I would directly serve you a big pineapple, shit!"

Lin En really feels sorry for the two unlucky ghosts who were made up by teammates. Whoever dies is not dead, so can't they send it up for me to make up? !

"Forest."

With the soft landing sound, Lynn knew without turning his head that it must be Baiteman coming again.

In the recent period, the two of them have become familiar. After all, they are both active at night, and the target group and potential customers are the same. It is inevitable that they often meet.

They come and go again and again, even if they don’t know each other well.

"Lin, I knew it was you. The light of the fire and the sound of gunfire from here came from..."

"Yes yes yes, I know I know, I will pay attention next time."

After getting acquainted, he can speak a lot more casually, and Batman regrets this.

"Lin, I know you don't want to hear this. But you can't go on like this.

They kill, and you kill too.You kill them, you become the new murderer.The number of criminals still hasn't decreased, you..."

"You bullshit!"

Lin Ente proudly pointed behind himself: "I can kill more than a dozen at a time, do you dare to say that the number of criminals has not decreased?!"

Batman: "..."

uncomfortable.

Seeing that he had left the old bat speechless with a single sentence, Lynn took the initiative to put down his posture and said the scene: "Okay, I know your principles of doing things, but I also have mine, don't we? After we implement our principles to Before the end, you can't say that I must be wrong, can you.

Well... that's fine, I'm a mature person, if I really find out that I'm wrong, I will apologize to you. "

Batman said quietly, "I've never heard you apologize."

"So, this proves that I never missed it."

Batman: "..."

Uncomfortable, more uncomfortable.

Seeing how he was cold again after only 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 you are just a coincidence."

Speaking of this, Batman finally came out of his sleepiness, looked at Lynn very seriously and said, "Linn, Falcone has just issued a reward for you, with a reward of 2000 million."

"So... good guy, I still consider you a friend, you thick-eyed guy actually betrayed friendship and came to kill me! It's a shame that I introduced you to Old John's ancestral Chinese medicine last time to see the problem of phlegm in your throat , do you still have humanity? You, you just say you..."

Lynn chattered on and on, and kept rubbing his hands on the windproof goggles. It looked like he was addicted to drama.

Where's Batman?

He felt even worse now.

(End of this chapter)