A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Huh...huh..."

I speed through the alleys, like a shadow, completely ignoring the wind and rain that attack with impunity.

Purple lightning flashed in the lead-black clouds, and giant thunder roared above my head, approaching step by step.

The cold rain was the fangs of the most primitive and cruel hunter. It kept licking my wounds, mixed with blood and dripping down the right side of my abdomen. I felt chilled to the bone.

"Huh...huh..."

Two weeks ago, I finally returned to Gotham;

Return to this rotten city.

The sky is still as gloomy as ever, no sunlight can be seen during the day, and it is always leaden gray.

Materials between clouds and smog are piled on top, messy and messy, like tattered cotton wool.

That was true five years ago, and it's still true now.

As a kid, I couldn't help but wonder, if I pulled them all off, would the sky be clear?

Now I want to try it.

Let’s start from the legendary underground black boxing ring.

I didn’t contact anyone, including Alfred Sr.

I waited in a small alley from afternoon until late at night, until all the lights of the famous nightclub opposite came on.

One by one, layer by layer, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, circles, squares, diamonds and triangles... The lights that constantly change colors and shapes spell out the word "White Night", which makes people dazzled.

The night makes the best background,

These two words are so radiant and colorful, making people endlessly daydream about them.

The malty aroma of beer and the fatty aroma of steak mixed with brisk or exciting music floated through the streets, even covering up the sour smell in the alley.

This is one of Gotham's most luxurious entertainment venues. According to investigations, the head of the Falcone family's underground black boxing ring is a frequent visitor here.

I didn't wait in vain.

Soon a black car stopped across the street, and a tall, muscular man with a hooked nose got out and two female companions walked into the huge and magnificent building.

I put on a makeshift mask, installed a tiny camera, and followed him.

Of course, such a place would not let someone like me wearing a black mask and tights enter, so I knocked down the two security guards guarding the door and a team of people who came to support, and successfully attracted the hook-nosed Drudge. of attention.

I made up a story about a visitor from a foreign land who had no worries and was short of money for medical treatment. Adding a bit of rebelliousness and fierceness, he really asked me if I wanted to make quick money.

In this way, I entered the black boxing ring.

This place was more brutal than imagined. Most of the boxers were beaten to death in the ring.

But all I can do is keep challenging the most cruel people and send them to the hospital to reduce the casualties of others.

In just one week, I believe what was captured was enough to convict them.

Human trafficking, first-degree murder, illegal gambling, drugs...

First-degree felonies in the criminal code are everywhere here.

Tonight, Drudge told me that as long as I win one more game, he will take me to see the person in charge behind him.

Haha, of course,

I won 14 games in a row in one week. With this black mask, I broke the record for the fastest promotion in the ring and became his cash cow. The only thing I was dissatisfied with was that it was too light, not killing or seriously injuring anyone, and not using the smell of blood to arouse the audience's inner madness.

He asked to see my face countless times in the audience, but I refused. Perhaps because of my outstanding record, he didn't force himself any further.

After the ring on the third day, when I was in the private room, I installed a chip into Drudge's mobile phone, which could record all fund flow records.

Until today, when I met that new person...

I felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

After I fell into coma, I woke up when I was carried to Drudge's apartment, and saw Drudge handcuffing me to the bed.

So as soon as the doctor finished bandaging, I jumped out of the window.

Whether Drudge is just curious about my identity or aware of what I am doing, he cannot stay any longer.

More importantly, I don’t know who the man is who reveals who I am and answers my heart.

With Drudge's character, he would definitely be alert when he discovered that I was missing, and the chip in his phone might be discovered by then.

I don’t know if he will send someone to chase him, but I have to act immediately before he reacts!

Fortunately, sufficient evidence has been collected.

Illegal human trafficking, first-degree murder, illegal gambling, drugs...

I loosened my grip on my right hand and looked at the round USB flash drive lying on the black leather glove.

Here is stored all the crime footage captured by the tiny camera in the mask in the past few weeks, as well as the traced fund flows.

Send these to the police and they will spend the rest of their lives in jail.

I ran across the street, and the light coming from the black and gray police building across the street was faintly visible.

"Di-"

A sharp and piercing whistle made me raise my head suddenly, but the rain kept pouring, blurring and melting everything in front of me.

Until two bright lights pierced the rain curtain and shone into my eyes,

That's a large box truck!

I instantly tensed up all my muscles and rolled to the left.

"prick---"

A long sound of braking made the air freeze instantly, and the smell of burnt rubber spread in the air.

That's caused by tires rubbing against the ground.

"Are you looking for death?!"

The truck driver stuck his head out and cursed.

But he was immediately startled by my outfit, and without daring to say anything more, he hurriedly started the truck again.

After all, in this city, you never know whether you just messed with a serial murderer or a lunatic who just escaped from a mental hospital.

"What the hell? It's raining so hard and you can't go home..."

The driver's yelling could be faintly heard from the direction the truck was leaving.

I was lying less than ten centimeters away from the right front wheel. I wanted to stand up, but I immediately felt that the wound on my abdomen was torn again, and there was a stinging pain in my ribs.

I had to lie down.

There was blood seeping out of the two palms that were propped on the ground, and they were quickly washed away by the rain.

The ground was very cold. I felt a little tight in my chest and had difficulty breathing.

Open your mouth and rainwater immediately pours into your mouth.

Are you going home?

The driver's words suddenly put me in a trance.

In the past five years, during the day and night, in the storm, the shadow of death has always blocked the future like fog.

I never know if the next step is into the abyss.

I have touched the veil of death many times, and the blood-red river of life always hurts my eyes. I have become accustomed to waiting calmly for the sun to rise the next day even if I only have one breath.

But I never thought about going home, returning to Wayne Manor and inheriting all that.

This city needs justice, hope, light, and just as the man said - revenge!

But you definitely don’t need a billionaire.

I took a deep breath, took out a tube of green injection from the inner pocket of my tights, and inserted it into my thigh.

"Bang! Bang!"

Under the influence of adrenaline, the sound of my strong heartbeat gradually became clearer.

I could clearly feel the blood flowing through every blood vessel and rushing through my temples, causing my eardrums to vibrate.

The blood vessels swell due to tension and exertion,

My throat felt like it was on fire, and it hurt so much.

The smell of blood surged up and filled his mouth.

Soon the adrenaline began to numb my painful nerves. The pain in the abdomen seems to be less severe, and the physical strength is returning quickly.

I stood up and walked faster and faster, starting with a jog, then a sprint.

After rushing through layers of rain curtains, I stopped in front of the two majestic pillars at the entrance of the police hall.

Gotham has its fair share of corrupt cops, I've known for a while.

So I want to make sure this USB flash drive gets to the police chief and preferably to the prosecutor.

Like a ghost, I started to go upstairs close to the blind spot of the infrared surveillance without making a sound.

On the 18th floor, I avoided the police on duty in the lobby and came to Chief Redes' office.

It took him two seconds to unlock the door with a paperclip he had handy, put the USB flash drive in the center of his desk, then picked up a marker and wrote a line on the whiteboard next to him.

"evidence.

--An enthusiastic citizen"

Suddenly, the moment I put down the pen, I felt my heart beating so fast, as if it was about to jump out of my chest, and my blood began to roar.

The effects of adrenaline wear off and the body begins to fight back.

"Wow--"

I squatted down while holding the table, but accidentally hit a ceramic cup on the ground and broke it to pieces.

It's particularly jarring in a quiet building.

"Who?"

Through the glass, I saw the policeman on duty immediately stood up and swept the white light from his powerful flashlight in my direction.