American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

The Cape Triangle area, located in the southwest corner of Gotham City, is one of the key shipping hubs and is also where the Cape Triangle Shipyard is located.

At the warehouse at No. 461 Binhai Road, the roller door at the entrance was closed and two gang members in suits were standing at the door.

Inside the warehouse, a shady transaction was taking place. However, the seller, Sal Maroni, had an indescribable weird expression on his face as he looked at the banknotes on the ground that had not even been exchanged for a box.

Especially the old black and white TV next to it, which was broadcasting a money truck robbery case.

The host of Gotham TV, Big Mouth Tojie, was shouting with his surprised voice and exaggerated expression:

"Oh my God! What happened to Gotham City? Even a four-armed gorilla can come out to rob people. Are aliens going to invade the Earth tomorrow?"

Ding————The TV is turned off.

Maroni stood up, picked up the wine glass beside him and took a sip, "The money is fine, deliver the goods!"

A container loader drove up, and inside were two large wooden boxes with a skull and crossbones hazard symbol spray-painted on them.

Barton Mathis, the buyer, showed a happy smile on his face, and the monster covered with canvas, more than two meters tall, behind him also looked up at the loader.

Whoosh—clang! A metallic collision sound was heard.

Everyone looked over and saw that one of the lights on the loader was blown out by a black dart.

"Who!" Maroni turned around and shouted.

The surrounding gang members also pulled out their guns, pistols, and submachine guns, and scanned the surroundings with full firepower.

"It's him!" A gang member pulled the dart out of the headlight. It was a black bat-shaped dart.

Maroni's face suddenly turned gloomy. In the recent Gotham legend, a big bat would come out of the darkness and attack the bad guys and gang members.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Maroni snorted coldly, holding the wine glass and walking towards the ladder next to the warehouse. Suddenly, a few painful groans were heard from behind.

Maroni quickly turned his head and saw that three gang members had been killed on the second-floor iron platform. The muffled sound came from there.

"Where!"

A gang member holding an Uzi submachine gun pointed to the upper right corner of the ceiling, where it was pitch black.

In order to facilitate transactions and maintain confidentiality, the windows of this warehouse are all blocked. Even during the day, you can't see clearly without turning on the lights, not to mention the pitch-black ceiling.

Chug tug tug…

A series of bullets hit the ceiling, and the bullets collided with the iron frames, creating a series of sparks.

There's nothing there!

Manilow stared over there with eyes wide open, and Barton Mathis, who was checking the goods, also felt something was wrong and quickly turned on a remote control in his hand.

In the sewer outside the warehouse, two figures are approaching...

"Are you looking for me?"

A cold and ruthless voice sounded behind Maroni. Maroni quickly turned around and saw nothing behind him!

“Hmm…Aaaaaaaaah!!!”

A gang member was suddenly pulled into the air by a rope, then thrown down and knocked unconscious.

This kind of situation, which only happens in horror movie scenes, made everyone else nervous and afraid to look at those dark places.

"Don't panic!" Manilo just shouted.

A frightened gang member took his submachine gun and pulled the trigger at the place where the light could not reach.

Chug tug tug…

Sparks from the collision of bullets lit up in the darkness, and others also pulled the trigger.

Whoosh whoosh!

There was a series of sounds of breaking through the air, and several bat darts flew out from the shadows. A gang member who was shooting was hit in the neck by a dart and fainted.

The other bat darts seemed to have eyes and hit the hands of those who were shooting.

The gang members covered their hands and screamed one after another.

"Who! Come out!"

Maroni stood on the stairs holding a pistol and shouting loudly. The gang members below had become frightened birds and would shoot at the slightest movement.

"I'm here……"

When Maroni heard the sound behind him, he turned around and pulled the trigger without thinking, but when he turned around, he saw a black fist hitting him hard in the face.

The punch sent Maroni flying down the stairs, hitting a wooden box, and he fell to the ground, screaming.

His mouth was full of scarlet blood, and a broken tooth was spat out by him.

The sounds of footsteps came from the stairs. Every footstep echoed in the warehouse, and seemed to knock on other people's hearts.

The remaining gang members held their guns and looked nervously towards the stairs, but there was nothing! Nothing!

The sound of swallowing saliva made them even more worried, afraid that what they were facing was not... a human!

And on the ceiling directly above the warehouse.

Batman Bruce Wayne was holding onto a steel rope, looking down at the nervous gang members below.

"Four... five... six... seven people, twenty seconds!"

Batman grabbed the rope and landed on the ground in less than a second, landing in the middle of those people.

Imagine that there is suddenly another person behind you. What kind of scene would that be?

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The gang members' screams of collapse made them turn their guns in fear, but faster than them was Batman's fist.

Batman has traveled to many countries, learned various martial arts and mastered them all, and what he learned is to defeat his opponents as quickly as possible.

Few of the people he sent to the police station were lucky enough to have their ribs and arms broken.

And obviously these people are not the lucky ones.

"what!"

A gangster screamed and fell to the ground. Batman kicked him out and grabbed another man, pinned him down, twisted his arm, and made a loud snap.

"what!!!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking could not even cover up the screams.

Only physical pain can make them afraid and terrified, and make them realize that there are things in this city that frighten them.

Batman hit a gangster in the chest with a sharp elbow and then punched him in the hair.

The nose was like a faucet, blood spurted out directly, and the body fell to the ground.

"Don't move! Don't move!"

The last gangster pointed his pistol at Batman with a trembling voice, and suddenly he felt someone pulling his feet.

With a tug, the rope tightened.

He pulled him into the air, and before he could even scream, he was thrown down again.

"17 seconds..." Batman turned his head and looked to the other side.

With him as the center, people fell to the ground around him. Puppeteer Barton Mathis, who was hiding behind a cargo box, clapped his hands and stood up.

"Awesome, awesome! I really thought it was just an urban legend in Gotham. It turns out there really are... giant bats!"

Batman reached for his belt and threw a bat dart. Puppeteer Barton was shocked when he saw the dart.

A big hand blocked his way, and the bat dart hit his hand and bounced off, falling to the ground with a clang.

"Roar!!!"

The monster standing behind the puppeteer Barton lifted up his skin, revealing his tall body covered with suture scars, and his huge muscle outlines looked like a bodybuilder injected with oil.

The four scarred arms were stretched out, and the monster walked forward with heavy steps.

"Masterpiece No. 29, tear this bat apart!"

Puppeteer Barton shouted with a crazy look in his eyes that this was the masterpiece he had been pursuing all his life and his best work.

No... maybe it can be better.

Puppeteer Barton looked at Batman with envy. That terrifying attack, that instantaneous explosive power, what a perfect body! If he could be used as material...

"Hahahaha, ahahahaha, catch him! Waste item No. 11, defective item No. 31!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The iron shutter door of the warehouse was smashed from the outside, causing large bulges to appear inside, followed by a loud bang.

An iron hammer smashed through the iron sheet, and a round ball of flesh crashed in, rolling all the way from the ground.

Although Batman was a little surprised to see this scene, he did not panic at all. He took two steps back and jumped onto the stairs to gain an advantageous position.

The ball of flesh stopped and put its two feet on the ground. Batman then realized that it was... a person!

The skin and flesh on his body were sewn together, including his head, leaving only one arm and two feet outside.

The whole body was a ball of stitched-together flesh, like the pattern on a football, and the only arm was holding a sharp, bloody dagger.

There was another noise from the iron door of the warehouse, and a figure in high heels walked in, making crisp sounds as the high heels stepped on the ground.

He was dragging a hammer behind him and was wearing a white nurse's uniform with some obvious blood spots on it. There were also blood stains on the hammer.

There was no skin on her thighs, only red muscle lines. The same was true on her arms. She had a designer bag on her head that covered her face, but her chest was very full.

"Catch him!" shouted puppeteer Patton.

Masterpiece No. 29, who had been waiting for a long time, opened its four strong arms and grabbed towards Batman. Batman used his grappling gun to fly into the air in time and avoided the hug.

But the iron staircase was not so lucky.

It was suddenly hugged by Masterpiece No. 29 and bent into a bend, with the iron steps on top being twisted flat.

The spherical waste No. 11 suddenly jumped up and slashed at Batman with the dagger in his hand, but was blocked by the metal blade on Batman's arm, and sparks flew from the friction between the two blades.

As soon as Batman landed, the defective No. 31 swung a hammer and hit him, but Batman dodged it by rolling over.

With a thud, the hammer hit the ground heavily.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

Suddenly, the sound of an engine was heard outside the warehouse, and before anyone noticed, there was a loud bang.

The metal rolling door with a big hole in it was directly knocked open, and a brown Dodge sedan crashed in.

The iron sheet of the rolling door made a harsh sound as it scraped against the car, and the car rushed in without slowing down at all.

The defective No. 31, who was swinging the hammer, just turned around and was hit by the car and flew out. Batman, who was behind him, quickly jumped up and rolled off the top of the car to the ground, thus avoiding being hit away.

The car turned around on the spot, and its tires ran over a few hapless gang members, leaving a sticky and bloody mess on the ground.

The car engine roared again, and the defective No. 31, which had been knocked onto a pile of wooden boxes, had just stood up.

The car crashed into the pile of wooden boxes again, and the defective box No. 31 was caught in the middle.

"Girl! Try my Remington and see if it tastes good!"

An extremely arrogant voice sounded in the car, followed by the low roar of a Remington M870 shotgun.