undercover manga

Journalists are a strange bunch.

They seem to be pervasive and have an uncanny nose for big news.

Just like in movies, the police always arrive late at the end.

The characteristic of reporters is that after receiving news, they come faster and rush more fiercely than the police!

It can range from a robbery with a knife to a gang fight.

From trainee reporters to TV station anchors, they are there wherever there is news.

Although the SFPD's large-scale police mobilization was a secret operation, it was still caught by reporters.

After the first explosion, the helicopter from Rack TV Station was already hovering over the old city.

Female anchors with blond hair and blue eyes and big waves, who are about to burst the buttons of their shirts, use their beautiful voices to bring first-hand live broadcast news to the people of San Francisco!

"Breaking News, Mary Jane brings you the first-hand news!"

"The suspects who broke out in the previous shootout on the Golden Gate Bridge have never appeared again! But today the SFPD seems to have discovered their stronghold, and the police are launching a raid!"

On the helicopter, the female reporter faced the strong wind, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Boooom!!"

The high-rise apartment suddenly exploded, and debris fell from the height like raindrops.

Immediately afterwards, a figure jumped out from the broken wall. While in mid-air, the figure fired several shots at the police who were chasing behind him, hitting his head.

"Look, look! Someone is here! Martin, you idiot, pull the camera closer and give the audience a close-up! Farke! There is a rope hanging on him, and he has swung downstairs!"

"The thug was wearing a mask and we couldn't see his face, but based on my years of experience in identifying people, this man must be a suspect in a road shootout!"

"Look! The SFPD is surrounding us! Oh~ NO! The thug's accomplices are taking action!"

"They are actually on par with the SFPD!"

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"Damn it, you call this a live TV broadcast? Isn't it some unreleased superhero movie!!"

The melon-eaters in front of the TV were so excited.

These days, there is no technology for live coding, so the scene of flesh and blood flying around on the TV is like a 18-year-old ban.

There was an uproar on the Internet. Except for people living in war-torn areas in the Middle East and Africa, who had the opportunity to see such a real gun battle.

And Stark Industries in New York.

The famous Tony Stark emerged from the bed where his body was lying.

He got up after being reminded by his own artificial intelligence in his sleep.

Tony put on his pajamas, took out his tablet, and asked Jarvis to bring up the live broadcast.

"Oh~ cool~"

"Are these two guys drugged? Can they actually shoot at dozens of police officers?"

Tony, who has not yet experienced a life and death crisis, has not yet undergone spiritual transformation.

Seeing this tragic gun battle, I just watched the excitement.

After all, if he were really kind and righteous now, he would be able to continuously invent new weapons for this arms empire.

"Sir, after simulation calculations, the system shows that their physical abilities are far superior to ordinary people."

Tony nodded knowingly.

After all, it is impossible for normal people to jump two meters high from flat ground.

"Very good, you successfully caught my attention!"

"Jarvis, get the Stark Industries satellite to lock onto them."

"Notify my private jet that I'm going to San Francisco."

As Tony's tool, Jarvis naturally responds to his requests.

"Sir, the plane can take off in three hours."

"Tch, what a hassle."

Although private jets are fast, applying for air routes is a problem.

Even if he is Tony Stark, he still has to go through a process when applying for a waterway.

Of course, compared to the cumbersome process of other people's applications, he did it very quickly.

"After I come back this time, I must develop a single-person flight equipment. I can go wherever I want without reporting to the space agency!"

"Jarvis call me in an hour."

"Yes, sir."

The bedside lamp in the bedroom slowly turned off, plunging the room into darkness.

Only the sound of breathing came and went.

The camera turns to Gotham City.

A sturdy homeless man pushing a cart stopped in front of the department store and happened to see the gunfight on the TV.

The sight of blood and flesh touched the homeless man.

At this time, a female scream came from the alley on the roadside.

"Help...um..."

The young woman was choked and had a dagger pressed against her neck. She was too frightened to move.

"Hey, don't move. I'm just robbing you, not killing anyone."

The knife-wielding black man smiled obscenely and stuck out his tongue to lick the two rows of yellowed teeth in his mouth.

There was a lot of restlessness in my pants.

His eyes greedily scanned the woman's plump chest, and he felt lucky in his heart.

I actually came across a good deal.

You know, it's rare to meet a beautiful woman walking alone in Gotham at night.

"Today is my lucky day."

The black man's dagger moved down and penetrated the collar of the woman's shirt.

The cold touch of the sharp blade filled the woman's heart with fear and despair, and two lines of tears flowed uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

Just as she closed her eyes and waited with despair for the end to come.

There was a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The hand holding his cheek also loosened.

She opened her eyes carefully and saw a black man lying on the ground.

Life and death do not know.

No other figures were seen.

Did he see a ghost?

The woman shivered instinctively.

But then I thought about it, this ghost saved her, so he was a good ghost.

So he bowed deeply into the darkness of the alley and said thank you.

Then he stepped hard on the black man's feet on the ground with his beautiful high heels, and then ran out in a panic.

After a while, the homeless man's figure emerged from the darkness.

He glanced at the black man who had two small holes in his arms and legs from the soles of high heels and confirmed that his life was not in danger, so he ignored him.

Then, the homeless man looked up in the direction of Wayne Tower and murmured.

"I'm back, Gotham."

This man is the King of Gotham - Bruce Wayne.

Batman from the future.

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San Francisco, Old Town.

The shootout continues.

The fiery scene is almost exactly the same as the famous game - Grand Theft Auto.

Carlos and John are killing everyone!

In fact, they have no grudges against these police officers.

But it won't work if you don't kill. What the police are holding are spray guns. Even if they are wearing bulletproof vests, being sprayed with one shot will kill half of their lives.

On the one hand, they want to protect themselves, and on the other hand, they want to perform their duties.

The two sides just have different positions, and it is not simply good and evil that can be defined as right or wrong.

"We have to move our position immediately. All the means deployed here have been used up."

Carlos and John were hiding behind the wall to change their ammunition. They took inventory of their equipment and found that they had to withdraw.

John took the opportunity to throw a shock bomb into the corridor.

Carlos is responsible for fighting his way through.

He held two guns in his hands, one pointing to the sky and the other to the ground. The ends of the gun barrels were pressed together to form a cross structure.

"May God guide you."