I'm the villain in Gotham

A black mist emerged in the air, intertwined and intertwined, and when it faded, a figure appeared on the roof of a building in Gotham City.

As soon as one foot stepped into the range of Gotham, Erberist suddenly felt something was wrong.

He quickly turned his head and looked into the distance.An unusually evil breath floated into his nose along the wind, and there was a faint smell of blood in the wind, which made Eberister frowned.

This is not right, he thought.

This kind of magical energy should always bring about some abnormal situations, but the problem is that the whole Gotham is calm now, and there are a few sharp sirens in the distance, which are quickly shattered by the howling wind from high above.

If Erberist wasn't a magical creature with an exceptionally keen sense of magic smell, and he happened to be standing on the edge of that breath, even if Doctor Strange came, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to notice anything unusual.

A little black light condensed on the fingertips of Erberist, flickered for a while and then quickly dissipated.

He originally wanted to inform Doctor Strange and let him take a look at the situation here, but the other party did not receive his letter.Considering the recent large number of abnormal creatures that Doctor Strange complained about, maybe he was pulled into an unknown space by some magical creature, and his information could not be received temporarily.

Erberist pursed his lips slightly in embarrassment.

At this time, he should still be recuperating, and using magic is a little bit reluctant, and he can't solve the problem here and at the same time find Bruce's trace.

The strong emotions in his chest connected by the contract are still welling up, and there is a tendency to intensify-this at least proves that Bruce is still safe now.However, the situation here cannot be ignored. This evil aura gave Eberrist a very bad feeling, as if if it waited until it was fully formed, there would be some irreparable consequences.

After a brief decision, Erberist chose to explore the source of this breath first.

Wish he could be quicker, he thought.It's always hard for him to be really reassured without seeing Bruce with his own eyes.

He stretched out his hand, stroked the air in front of him lightly, and a portal opened immediately.Erberister took a long leg and strode in.

……

Clapham Dale looked at the abandoned chemical plant in front of him, and turned to look at the school bus driver who brought them here, Bob Clive: "Are you sure it's safe?"

"Of course, Mr. Dale." Bob Clive smiled, "I've stepped on it a long time ago."

, The cameras around here are all old and damaged, it is impossible for the police to find this place. "

"Indeed, boss," a robber approached: "We came here to see it before, and this place is indeed hidden."

Clapham Dale didn't speak. He always felt that there was something wrong here. It didn't mean that he really noticed anything, but it was just a feeling. People like them have many lives on their hands, more or less There will be some similar premonitions.

"Come with me, Mr. Daller." Bob Clive led them inside: "There is a large open space in the center of the plant. There should be some buildings to be built, but the chemical plant was abandoned before construction started. Yes. The terrain there is fairly flat, just right for the helicopter to land on."

Clapham Dahler looked around, but still didn't see anything wrong, then turned his gaze to the little girl who fell into a coma in Bob Clive's arms again, quite dissatisfied Frowning: "Why are you still taking her with you? We're leaving Gotham in a while, don't think I can allow you to take a burden on the helicopter."

Bob Clive said, "Just a moment, Mr. Dale. I'll just see her a little longer."

"You killed her before you left," Clapham Dale said displeased.

Bob Clive lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled up strangely: "Of course, I will."

A group of people followed Bob Clive to the clearing he mentioned, but it was not as flat as Bob Clive said, and a square stone platform protruded from the middle, which was not very large , probably only enough for a child to lie flat on it.

Because this area is actually harmless and will not hinder the landing of the helicopter, none of the three robbers raised any objections to this; Clapham Daller stood vigilantly, staring at the stone platform without blinking. Look: "What the hell is that?"

One of the robbers said, "It's a stone platform, boss."

"Shut up!" Clapham Dale yelled violently, staring at Bob Clive: "I'm asking you, what is that?"

Bob Clive looked at him quite innocently: "It's a stone platform, sir."

Clapham Dale looked at him and ordered, "You go first."

Bob Clive seemed a little puzzled by his order, but he walked over obediently—this somewhat dispelled Clapham Dalle's doubts, but when he saw the slate, his heart arose. The faint palpitations lingered in his heart all the time, making him feel

Some hesitation and hesitation.

Bob Clive walked near the stone slab and looked back at him a little strangely: "Mr. Dale, what are you still standing there for?"

The three robbers also looked at him strangely.

Clapham Dale paused on the spot for a while, but thought that the helicopter would come to take them to a safe place after a while, and finally gave up pursuing the sense of danger, and walked over with the three robbers.

After stepping into a certain range, he suddenly saw the smile on Bob Clive's face widen.

Clapham Daller's hairs stood on end immediately, and the string in his brain that represented vigilance and danger was frantically struggling, which made him realize something was wrong in an instant, and he turned around and wanted to run back——

—but it was too late.

Not only Clapham Daller, but the other three robbers also discovered in horror at the same time that their bodies suddenly seemed to have changed owners and became uncontrollable.

Clapham Dahler raised his head, his face turned pale, and he looked at Bob Clive viciously, and said in surprise and anger, "What the hell did you do to me?"

"Just a small, insignificant piece of magic." The target had been lured into place, and Bob Clive was no longer pretending.He put the girl on the stone platform beside him, spread his arms towards the four robbers, his smile gradually widened, and the corners of his mouth almost reached the ears, looking very terrifying: "I need the blood of you heinous people, come Set off the most holy soul."

As he spoke, the legs of the four robbers moved uncontrollably, and they stood around the stone platform to form a square.Then, amid the horrified expressions of everyone, they took out their pistols/guns and held them up to their temples——

"Don't! Don't!" One robber couldn't hold on first, followed by the other two. They stretched their necks and tried to stay away from the damn gun, shouting one after another: "Let me go, please , let me go! I am not heinous, I have only killed a few people!"

"The most disgusting person is Clapham Dahler! Kill him, kill him! Please, I don't want to die!!"

Clapham Dahler seemed the calmest amidst the howling ghosts and howling wolves, obviously he already understood that he was screwed this time, and Bob Clive would not let him go no matter what.Therefore, even though his face was frighteningly pale and he was covered in cold sweat, he just stared at Bob Clive fiercely without uttering a word.

Bob Clive didn't seem to hear the group's pleas at all—or

Said that he didn't take these things to heart at all, all he thought about was the rewards that the gods could give him after successfully summoning their gods.

That is the position closest to the gods, and its significance has surpassed the human being itself, reaching eternal life.

In this contented fantasy he raised his arms gradually, then dropped them abruptly.

Four gunshots sounded in one, and the bullets pierced through the heads of the four robbers at the same time. White and red blood and other mixtures splashed out, rolled and spread on the ground until they condensed into a magic circle made entirely of blood.Its lines are twisted and weird, and just looking at it can make people feel uncomfortable.

Blood surged and covered the entire magic circle, but only avoided the stone platform.In this strange and eerie atmosphere, it seemed that only that stone platform was clean and holy.

Lixia, a little girl who has just turned six years old, is lying on it at the moment.Because of Bob Clive's magic, she had been falling into a coma before, but now she woke up, her well-shaped eyes blinked in confusion, and the pupils revealed a touch of sky-like azure blue luster.

Bob Clive stared at her obsessively, with red light in his gray pupils, his smile was crazy, and his tone was completely inconsistent with it: "Come on, little angel, you will be the guide, Beate Rizzi, bring us our most honorable god—"

He took out a dagger with a distorted shape from his body, raised it high towards Lixia's white and thin neck, and stabbed fiercely!

The expected splash of blood did not appear, and a hand with sharp nails appeared out of nowhere beside him, holding his wrist tightly.Bob Clive didn't expect that the foolproof sacrificial ceremony would be interrupted, and looked over in surprise and anger.

A man wrapped in black leather was standing in front of him, and his golden vertical pupils showed a cold sharp light like a cold-blooded animal.Then he opened his mouth, his voice seemed to come from the deepest abyss of dark night:

"Get out of my place."

The author has something to say: the dragon you want √

driver:? ? ?Well, it’s your place, do you have a land certificate? ? ?

感谢在2020-11-1015:47:15~2020-11-1101:40:42期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: furry 10 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard! ,,