American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

"Blackgate? What are they doing in Blackgate?"

Batman asked as he ran wildly through the messy slums, with several figures chasing him closely.

Da da da da... The bullets fired rapidly from the submachine gun swept around, and some gang members holding machetes were screaming in fear from the bullets.

"Where are you going?"

A fierce female voice sounded. Batman paused and dodged sideways when he heard the voice. The wooden wall in front of him was suddenly riddled with bullets.

Batman pulled a smoke bomb from his waist and threw it on the ground. At the same time, he jumped up, reached out and grabbed the wooden beams on the ceiling. Relying on his strong physical strength, he kicked open the roof and climbed up.

On the road below, a woman in a red combat uniform, with her right arm bare, holding an MP7 submachine gun in her hand, quickly replaced the magazine and chased after Batman.

As Batman ran on it, he recorded the woman's figure through the pupil camera in his eye.

In the Batcave, Alfred used the computer to look up the information of this woman, the leader of the Red Claw mercenary group, Red Claw.

The specific information is unclear. Although they are called mercenaries, there is a terrorist organization behind them.

There was no road ahead, so Batman leaped down from the roof. The black cloak behind him had turned into tattered strips and had just landed on the ground.

Red Claw, who was chasing closely behind, smiled. A blade popped out from his tactical boots and he kicked towards Batman. Batman raised his hand to block it.

The blade on the tactical boots collided with the upgraded catapult-type arm armor blade on Batman's arm, splashing sparks.

The two attacked each other several times in a few seconds. In the darkness, only their swift movements and the sparks from the collision of metal could be seen.

After a few exchanges, Batman's expression changed under his mask. This move was somewhat familiar. Although he had traveled to various countries and learned hundreds of martial arts, this familiar fighting method...

There is only one place that has it, but that place...

There was another collision, and Batman's arm armor hit Red Claw's knee pads. His arm suddenly stretched out and punched Red Claw in the cheek.

Red Claw was caught off guard by the punch and immediately distanced himself, trying to attack again, but Batman threw out three bat darts.

Whoosh...

Hearing the sound of the bat darts disappearing in the darkness, Red Claw sneered, quickly reached out and grabbed two darts, and kicked the other dart away.

“It’s just… ah!!!”

Before Hong Zhua could even utter a smug voice, the dart in her hand exploded with a "tick".

The explosion was not very violent, but it had the effect of a stun grenade.

At that moment, Red Claw was dizzy from the explosion of the bat dart, and he couldn't stand and almost lost consciousness.

Who made her hold this special dart in her hand? After experiencing the last time when Naegi snatched the dart with bare hands, Batman learned from the lesson and specially prepared an "anti-Naegi" dart.

Unexpectedly, the effect was particularly good in this situation.

Batman stepped forward step by step, his eyes fixed on Red Claw's exposed shoulder, where there was a red claw mark tattoo.

"What does the Assassin's League have to do with you?"

"Ah……"

After hearing this, Red Claw's mouth corners suddenly rose, and he said breathlessly: "You will never know, just kill me!"

Batman raised his hand without any hesitation and knocked her to the ground with one punch. At this time, the mercenaries from the Red Claw Mercenary Group arrived in time and fired at Batman.

Batman habitually threw the tattered cape behind him, grabbed the red claw, and crashed into the dilapidated house on the side.

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At the same time, on the outskirts of the slums, Naegi, bent over with a gun in hand, nervously walked around behind a dilapidated two-story building.

I peeked at the mercenary hiding in the shadows, holding an M16 assault rifle. He was wearing a black hood and a bulletproof vest, and he was really armed to the teeth.

Miaomu looked at other places again. From his position, he could see two firing points. There were not many mercenaries here.

Taking light steps forward, Miaomu held the gun in both hands and pointed it at the figure in front of him. This situation was a bit complicated. Should he shoot directly?

Or... control him and ask about the situation?

Miaomu approached quietly, and when the distance between them was less than two meters, the mercenary seemed to sense something. People who have been on the battlefield of life and death have a special sixth sense.

That feeling is called intuition!

He turned and shot according to his instinct, but he was too slow. The moment he moved, Naegi pulled the trigger.

The muzzle of the gun shook and the bullet flew out.

There were flashes of fire and gunshots in the darkness, and the mercenary's head seemed to be hit by something, shaking on his neck and hitting the ground.

This was not the first time that Miao Mu had killed someone, but his expression was calm and unperturbed, as he had become accustomed to this kind of life where one person fights for the other's life.

After the body fell to the ground, Naegi rushed over quickly, grabbed the M16 assault rifle, and searched the mercenary's body.

He stuffed magazines, grenades, and a pistol all onto his body, making his belt wider.

In the mercenary's chest pocket, Naegi also found a silver wine flask with a pattern, unscrewed it and took a sip.

The bird vodka from the Arctic snow is strong enough.

Naegi poured all the remaining wine in the jug onto the mercenary, stuffed the jug into his pocket and ran up to the second floor.

As soon as he reached the corner staircase on the second floor, Naegi bumped into a mercenary who was walking downstairs.

The moment the two met at the corner, they could see each other with terrified looks even without turning on the lights.

The mercenary simply pulled the trigger, using the recoil to raise the muzzle and shoot at Naegi, who then pounced on him and knocked him to the ground.

The stairs of this kind of dilapidated house have only one characteristic: they are "narrow". Even if a person carries a little more stuff, he can't walk through it.

Two big men fell to the ground and started a life-and-death fight. The mercenary held the trigger tightly and the bullets shot from the gun hit the wall on the side, making a thumping sound.

Just like the sound of popping beans echoing upstairs, Miaomu felt his blood gushing out at this moment, and he gritted his teeth and looked like a grimace.

With one hand he held down the mercenary's gun-holding arm, and with the other hand he hit the man's face hard. The Iron Monkey Fist he had just acquired also revealed its brutal fighting power at this moment.

Miaomu had no idea at all but to kill the opponent before he could kill him!

The Iron Monkey Fist was created for actual combat, and as an explosive martial art, it places a huge burden on the user's body.

It can also inflict huge damage. Naegi's palm is stretched out and stabbed directly into the mercenary's face like a sharp knife, even through a layer of hood.

This blow also left a bloody hole on the mercenary's cheek, followed by the second change of the Iron Monkey Fist.

The second joint of the finger was slightly bent, and it hit the mercenary's face hard like a chisel hitting wood.

This move caused the mercenary's gums to crack and blood to spit out of his mouth, but the Iron Monkey Fist has four moves!

The last two moves, combining waist and horse, clenching fists, and pushing arms, are powerful punches that cannot be delivered without several years of hard work.

In this life-and-death struggle at this moment, Naegi hit him with all his strength.

A punch hit the mercenary's face at close range, followed by a surge of energy transmitted from his arm.

Miao Mu could clearly feel that the sleeves of his arms were lifted up, and when the punch landed, there was only a crisp sound of bones breaking on the mercenary's face.

There was a sound of bolts clicking in the gun chamber, and the bullets had been used up. On the dark stairs, there was only the sound of punches falling, flesh being torn apart, and blood splattering.

Only when he felt the sticky feeling of blood did Miaomu stop, turned around, got up from the ground, grabbed the M16 assault rifle on the ground, and rushed directly upstairs.

Opposite this building, just across the street, the figure of a mercenary appeared in the window.

Miaomu held up the assault rifle in his hand. The gun had a single-lens scope, and the small red dot on it was locked on the opposite window.

He pulled the trigger and fired three bursts of shots. The window opposite suddenly went silent, and Miaomu quickly ran to the other side with the gun.

"Naegi, can you hear me?"

Suddenly, Nygma's voice was heard in Naegi's earphones, and communication was restored.

But at this moment, Miaomu stared with his eyes wide open, his spirit as tense as a steel wire, and he was in no mood to talk anymore.

The people on the opposite building discovered that someone was invading, and two infrared light spots were shining from that side.

Miaomu looked at the place where the red dot fell, suddenly stood up and pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand, and fired a series of shots.

The bullet hit the opposite wall violently, the glass shattered, and the concrete wall was smashed into pieces.

"Naegi! You're dead!"

Jerraver stared, installed a grenade launcher on the AK rifle in his hand, and raised his hand towards the window over there.

Just as he was calculating the distance of the grenade, a big gray rat jumped up, landed on his shoulder, opened its mouth and bit his face.

"what!!!"

Jerraver screamed, threw the rat on his shoulder to the ground, covered the bitten area with his hand, and fired at the place where the rat escaped with an AK rifle.

squeak...

The sound of rats was heard everywhere. Jerraver turned around quickly, trying to find the sound. Outside, under the stairs, a swarm of rats rushed out like a flood.

"Just in time!"

Naemu, who had just changed a magazine, looked at the tide of rats running towards the street outside, like surging black water rushing towards the mercenaries.

The sniper on the roof, bitten by a rat, fired a burst of shots at the ground with his pistol.

Miaomu jumped directly from the window with a rifle in hand. As soon as he landed on the ground, the rats seemed to sense something and quickly made a big circle to allow Miaomu to fall.

There were screams in the slums. The gang members who were paid to stop the police were bitten by rats and ran away in panic.

A mercenary just rushed out from the corner, and Miaomu raised the muzzle of the gun and fired a series of bullets at him.