The trajectory of the world king in the United States

"boom"

The gunshot rang out, and the poor man kneeling on the ground shook, and then fell to the ground helplessly. Blood flowed from his chest and slowly spread on the ground.

This decisive shot stunned the two guys on the opposite side. The wild dog man who held Robin hostage immediately planned to shoot Robin to death, and then fight to the death with Seb, but just when he pulled the trigger For a moment, Robin's left hand pushed his arm up from below, and the hot bullet passed over the officer's head, followed by two more gunshots.

The bullet flying from the muzzle accurately hit the chest of the wild dog man who was holding Robin hostage 15 meters away. Another bullet hit the man who had raised the gun and aimed less than 1 second later. The guy opened a hole in his heart.

Robin felt a hot liquid spurt out from his ear. Then, the body of the villain holding him fell weakly to the ground. The weak police officer also fell to the ground. He was breathing rapidly, and After just experiencing a life-and-death experience, the pain all over his body surged into his head, and he felt like he was really going to die at this moment.

"Hey Robin, wake up, you bastard, I'm not here to die for you. Wake up."

A strong arm lifted the police officer up from the blood stains. Seb used his arms to fix the "good boy" whose body was soft. He patted Robin's face. The police officer's eyes were about to lose focus. This was due to blood loss. Too many symptoms, that is, at the same moment, two shining car lights came from the darkness behind, and then there was the sound of a sudden stop.

Seb covered his eyes with his arms. He was half-kneeling on the ground, supporting Robin with one hand, and still holding the smoke-emitting gun in the other hand.

"Robin Robin, what's wrong with you?"

The old man ran to Seb and Robin and snatched Robin from Seb's hand. The old man looked at his "good son", then at the four corpses around him, and patted him with a complicated expression. Seb threw a key to him over his shoulder.

"You go back to the tavern first, and I'll take Robin to the hospital. Don't worry, I'll make it clear to Gordon. Stay there peacefully."

After saying that, his father ran towards his pickup truck with the completely unconscious police officer in his arms. Seber watched as the car started at a speed of 80 miles, rushed towards the nearest hospital at the port, and then disappeared under the street lights. , the young man breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was not familiar with Robin, at least he helped his father, which made him feel relieved. He reached out and took the gun from the wild dog man's hand, looked at it, snorted, and threw it aside. .

"Cheap trash."

He cursed, then stood up, took out the cigar he had received from his father from his pocket, lit it, took a deep breath of smoke, then strode to the trash can on the corner of the street, put the cigar in his hand He took off the plastic gloves he used to eat pizza and threw the gloves that were stained with blood and became slippery.

He blew out a smoke ring, looked back at the blood-filled port, and walked into the darkness humming a tune.

Two minutes later, a hasty coughing sound came from underneath the smashed Mustang police car. It was the villain whose palm was pierced. He had already taken off the goat mask on his face. It was a thin black man. He was covering his pierced palm, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

Just now, he witnessed the entire massacre of Seber.

He crawled out from under the car, curled up in a ball, and looked at his dead brother. The ultimate fear surged out of his heart, causing his stomach to convulse as he drank the alcohol he drank before the violence began. He spat out the beer, and tears welled up in his nose. He suppressed and did not dare to cry out, as if the yellow devil was still nearby.

After another 2 minutes, he stood up with difficulty holding his palms and staggered towards the other side of the street. But the moment he got into the darkness, the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against him. on his forehead.

"Do you think I forgot about you little goat? No, I didn't."

"No please, please give me a chance, please"

His nose was streaming with tears and he looked extremely pitiful, but Seb opposite him raised his eyebrows, and just when he thought he still had a chance, his finger on the trigger moved slightly.

"boom"

"When you tried to kill Robin, you didn't give him a chance."

Seb looked at the fallen corpse. There was no fluctuation in his eyes. He thought he was doing harm to the people. Well, well, he just killed a few villains who were making fun of human lives. In Gotham, this Not worth mentioning at all, isn't it?

But the moment he turned around to leave, Seb suddenly turned back and looked up at the roof of the building on the other side. It was a five-story building. He felt someone was peering at him, but maybe it was just an illusion. Because when he looked over there, there was nothing there.

"Well, I'm probably nervous."

Seb muttered to himself, and then walked into the darkness. Only the cold wind at night blew on the rooftop. Five minutes later, the light of the cigar in the darkness flashed away. Then there was the sound of footsteps that were getting farther and farther away.

"What a vigilant guy, a guy who kills without blinking an eye."

A dark shadow poked its head out from the edge of the roof. It was a strong man dressed very strangely. He was wearing black, weird armor that didn't look like metal, and a large black cloak. The weirdest thing was , He wore a black helmet like a bat on his head, with two horn-like protrusions, and a black belt around his waist. He looked at the back of Seb leaving, and the bat helmet Underneath, is a pair of cold eyes.

It looked like a bat with its arms folded in the dark, darker than the dark night sky.

He arrived here quietly when Seb rescued Robin. The combination of a wounded police officer and a cold-blooded killer obviously attracted his curiosity, but then Seb shuttled through the darkness and harvested the last villain's move. , but it made him fall into a subtle sense of déjà vu.

The places he's been, the places he's traveled, the places he's been in and out of.

"Killed 5 people quickly and cruelly. When did such a person appear at Gotham Pier?"

The strong man stood there, letting the night wind blow through his cloak, revealing a flowing black cloud in the darkness. After a moment, he seemed to have made up his mind.

“Replying violence with violence and bringing fear with violence”

He weighed it for a moment, then started running along the area on the top floor without making even a single sound. But at the moment he was about to jump, a weak voice appeared in his headset, and the big bat stopped. , his arms stretched out to both sides, and he stopped silently at the edge of the stairs.

"Falconi"

The dark guard shook his head. He turned around, quickly rushed in the other direction, and then jumped up. The black cloak behind him, as soft as gauze, expanded suddenly the moment he fell to the ground, unfolding with him. His arms were used as support, like two dragon wings spread out in the wind, carrying him silently towards the dock area.

Like a real black bat, silent, precise, and deadly.

There, there was a huge drug deal going on, and he had been following them for a long time. It was the Falconi gang's biggest operation recently, and it had been going on for a long time. He felt that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

Regarding the guy who threatened him with a gun 7 years ago and truly opened the door to his other world, that guy in his eyes was the biggest cancer in Gotham City. He wanted to get rid of him. He vowed to get rid of him.

Because of his parents, because of everything he had encountered, endured, and abandoned.

He has gone through all kinds of hardships, and he once swore that he would change this chaotic city that had no hope, and he would change his hometown.

Ten minutes later, Seb walked into the room by the window on the third floor of the Old Gun Bar. He stood by the window and looked out at the cold night. He reached out and took off his coat, sat on the chair by the window, and took the He took out the raw beef from the refrigerator, cut it with a knife, and put it into his mouth piece by piece.

He was very hungry. There was a special hunger in his body, a feeling he had never felt before. He felt that every muscle and cell in his body was frantically devouring the beef he had just swallowed. A large piece of beef was less than 3 It was eaten within minutes, and then he picked up the big red sausage at hand, biting and chewing it.

"Well, I'm exhausted."

Seb finished eating a piece of red sausage, patted his belly with satisfaction, then walked into the bathroom, took a hot bath comfortably, fell on the bed and soon fell into a chaotic and broken dreamland, but not more than 1 Minutes later, a violent burst of gunfire rang out on the pier outside the bar.

Seb was awakened in an instant. His eyes opened suddenly, and his body seemed to have bounced off the bed on springs. He was lying next to the window like a shadow. The silver-white pistol was already in his hand. I glanced outside and saw that in the dock area in the distance, some of the lights had been extinguished, but the tail flames of the bullets were like flowers blooming in the darkness.

This sudden noise broke the dark tranquility.

"Well, it seems like I'm having a lot of fun at this point."

Seb picked up the blood-stained coat and sniffed in disgust, but still put it on. In such a night, it was not a good idea to go out wearing a white shirt. He was Dad rummaged through the counter, put the revolver he had taken from the previous gangster in his pocket, then walked out of the bar and walked quickly towards the fighting area.

Seb was not a madman, and if necessary, he would not be willing to get close to a battlefield where he might be hit by stray bullets at any time, but the firepower here was too poor, and he was in urgent need of something "powerful".

Not only because of his father's employment, what happened to Robin had already told him that Gotham, a city with corrupt security, was a bit too dangerous. If he didn't want to accept the situation, he had to find a way to sharpen his fangs.

Let him experience the taste of blood before others hurt him.

And brave people always have good luck. Just as Seber was approaching the fighting area, a fat man in a brown jacket ran towards him panting. Seber's eyes lit up. The panicked fat man was holding a gun in his hand. It looks like a good thing.

At least it was much better than the revolver toy in his hand that was almost worn out.

"Hey friend, where are you going?"