The devil in the United States and the universe

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go in and take a look." Malcolm said, lifting up his original hooded coat, making it loose, and brushing his short hair upwards. He was a handsome but a bit depraved old man. Freshly baked.

Seeing his appearance, everyone understood that he was trying to blend into the restaurant's rhythm.Miles imitated Malcolm and opened his hood first, then took some camouflage from Frege and applied it to his face, instantly turning into a little ruffian.

Others followed suit and quickly pretended to be their own identities, including the degenerate old man Malcolm, the handsome young ruffian Miles, the down-and-out soldier Frege, and Dick shamelessly dragging Katana to play the role of a prodigal. couple.

Malcolm was very satisfied to see them like this, and then they entered the Iceberg Restaurant in batches without attracting the attention of the janitors.

After Miles entered the restaurant, he noticed that there were small groups of gangsters gathered inside. Some were holding syringes in their hands, and some were having fun with rolls of paper. Everyone had a smile on their face. With an ecstatic expression, he yelled a few times from time to time.

Malcolm pushed away the younger brother who came up to greet him, and walked straight towards the short, fat, half-bald man standing behind the bar, holding an umbrella and having a hooked nose, pretending to be a successful person.

"You are the owner of this restaurant, Penguin, right?" Malcolm pretended to be a degenerate old man. He pretended to be drunk and looking for trouble, and touched the handle of the knife on his waist and stood in front of Penguin. In front of the person, just wait for him to answer yes, and then he will slash at him with his knife.

"Penguin, no, no, no, people here call me Oswald, that is my real name." The Penguin, who had been holding an umbrella, saw Malcolm approaching, with a casual expression on his face when he heard When he called Penguin, he immediately became gloomy, put away the umbrella he was holding, and slowly put it in his hand to play with.

"It seems that the person I'm looking for is you." Malcolm whipped out his long knife and slashed at the Penguin's big head.

Unexpectedly, he was already on guard, playing with his umbrella and holding it directly in front of him, blocking Malcolm's knife.Said: "No matter who you are, you not only insult me ​​here, but also attack me, then you can stay."

The Penguin, whose martial arts can only be described as mediocre, even though he said harsh words, was forced to hide and jump up and down by Malcolm's long knife.

His fat, short body was like a ball bouncing under Malcolm's hands.Seeing this, Malcolm laughed and said, "That's how you let me stay because of your short stature."

Penguin, who was ridiculed and insulted again, his angry face was almost distorted now, because Malcolm was talking about his pain points. He grew up in this kind of ridicule, and since he took the position of the gang leader, , no one dared to laugh at him anymore.

The Penguin twisted his face. This time he stopped jumping around. He suddenly opened the umbrella in his hand. The umbrella cloth blocked Malcolm who was slashing at him again. Then he pointed the umbrella head at Malcolm's chest and twisted. The umbrella handle, a steel needle came straight towards Malcolm.

Malcolm, who had been taking it easy, thought that the Penguin was just like that, funny and with low force value. However, he did not expect that the umbrella in the Penguin's hand could actually shoot steel needles. After the needle, the Penguin had disappeared in the restaurant.

When Malcolm drew the knife, the Penguin boys in the restaurant had already exclaimed, and then they all stared at them with evil eyes, drawing knives, carrying benches, guns, etc., and facing Mars and the others in confusion. Launched a charge.

After Dick knocked out a gangster, he complained: "Can't Malcolm just say something when he does it? Can he stop being so cynical and do it without saying a word?"

Miles casually threw out his remaining darts from his waist, knocked the guns out of the hands of the gangsters, then pulled out the evil-slaying sword, shattered the attacking chairs, listened to Dick's complaints, and said helplessly: "It would be strange if you saw him act openly and openly."

As he spoke, he didn't care about Dick's strange look in his eyes, and dealt cruelly to these gangsters one by one. Anyway, at this time, there were basically no good people in this place. Beating him to death might be more serious, but beating him to death would definitely be serious. Not a loss.

Although the hands and feet would be disabled under Miles' long sword, at least they wouldn't be broken off now, but Katana and Frege didn't care about that.Frege first quickly emptied the bullets from his pistol, then took the blade of the gangster that Miles had knocked off, and started slashing with great force, without any intention of holding back.The same goes for Katana Katana. As soon as the sword drawing technique is used, one person's hands and feet will be separated, and blood will be splashed everywhere.

Seeing this scene, Dick's eyes trembled, his face turned dark, and he said angrily to Dick: "Are all your companions so cruel?"

Miles was a little bit unresponsive after being asked suddenly. What cruel thing did he say? He casually helped Dick knock out a gangster who was attacking from behind, and said to him: "What are you talking about?"

Dick looked at the dazed Miles angrily, then pointed at Frege and Katana, who were still killing everyone, and said: "Isn't it cruel that they are like this? They can cut off hands and feet in the lightest way, and in the worst case, they can Directly killing someone, how could you have such a companion?"

"Are you stupid?" Looking at Dick who was accusing him for no reason, Miles kept his hands and knocked the little gangster in front of him on the head like a watermelon while saying to Dick: " Is there water in your head? You see clearly, we are dealing with criminals now, not innocent people."

"Batman said that you must adhere to the principle of not killing, even criminals. And your companions obviously have no mercy." Dick was still angry and preached to Miles.

"So, you release someone like a scarecrow, treat him well, just lock him up, and then let him escape from prison from time to time to hurt people, just like at the door of the court. Didn't you hear the scarecrow's speech?" Miles had never been as speechless at his best friend's pedantry as he was at this moment.This time he changed his approach and specifically hit the more sensitive areas of those little gangsters, such as armpits, earlobes, etc., trying to get the answer in one blow and answer Dick's question.

"I heard clearly the Scarecrow's speech at the door of the court. He said that everyone who appeared in the court would be executed, and he would kill them by exile." Miles took a deep breath, and then told him He said, "If you had directly abolished him at that time, would he still have had the opportunity to stand there and say those words blatantly?"

"No, he didn't." Dick asked himself and then said to Dick: "Dick, do you know why Batman insists on the principle of not killing? Because that is his bottom line and the difference between him and the Joker. It is to prevent him from falling into the darkness. The last valve of the abyss, I think you should know this better than me. Tell me, are his principles your principles? Have you ever thought about being the shadow of Batman without you?"

Dick remained silent.