"Ran one, but there was no problem, he wouldn't affect my plans." The Chrysanthemum Man pinched the head of one of the thugs in his hands, and his eyes looked at where Copopat jumped into the river.

"Now that it's been discovered, you can't hide." The chrysanthemum man slammed his hand and popped the thug's head.

"Go straight and take the city." The chrysanthemum man raised his feet and walked towards the warehouse door, and he had just walked less than half a meter when he heard a click, which was the sound of the grenade pulling the ring down.

The chrysanthemum man looked down and saw a grenade hanging from his waist. The chrysanthemum man just wanted to take off the grenade on his waist, but it was too late, and a roar sounded in the warehouse.

"Damn, careless." The chrysanthemum man covered the wound on his waist, knelt on the ground, and said. His recovery ability can only be used once a day, and he can only recover some knife wounds, bullet penetration damage, etc., like the explosion damage of a grenade, he has no ability to recover at all.

"I was careless, I didn't expect him to hang the grenade on my clothes, and the pull tab was tied to his own finger with a thin thread." The chrysanthemum man covered his injured waist and said.

"This point will not affect anything, the big thing is important, let's go first." The Chrysanthemum Man left the warehouse after a simple wound on his waist and headed for Gotham City.

"Sheriff, sheriff, we've found a very strong superpower reaction near the dock warehouse." A policeman sitting in front of the computer, prejudging Gordon's superpowered criminals, turned his head and hurriedly said to Gordon.

"Okay, looks like he's already there." Gordon came out of the office, and Gordon put on the Batman armor, and then followed the navigation on his helmet to the Daisy Man.

"Get ready, prepare a larger prison, this time, the prisoners will be strong." Gordon looked at the chrysanthemum man in front of him, with a tall body and strange superpowers.

"Hands up, crouch down, I promise, I won't shoot!" Gordon pulled his stun gun from his waist and aimed it at the Chrysanthemum Man. This stun gun is specially made according to superpowers, ensuring that the person who is shot will not die, but will be incapacitated.

The Chrysanthemum Man turned his head and looked at Gordon, the image of a police officer wearing a rabbit-like combat uniform and holding a stun gun in his hand made the Chrysanthemum Man laugh a little, but the Chrysanthemum Man knew that this was the biggest obstacle to his plan.

"Sheriff, Gordon." The Chrysanthemum Man slowly uttered Gordon's name and official position, and then the part of the chrysanthemum mask stamen on his head lit up red.

"Buzz." With a bang, a red light lit up in the center of the mask, a hot pillar of red light, shining on the ground where Gordon was standing, and Gordon had left the place before the red light shone.

The scorching red light melted the asphalt on the ground slightly, and the sand on the side had slightly vitrified. The red light goes out in the center of the Chrysanthemum Man's mask.

Gordon had already come to the side of the Chrysanthemum Man at this time, and the stun gun flashed, and a plasma bomb hit the Chrysanthemum Man's body. The chrysanthemum man suddenly flashed with electric light.

"Charging progress, one percent, one hundred and two." The chrysanthemum man spoke, and then instantly came behind Gordon, and the giant palm slapped Gordon against the iron door of the warehouse next to him.

Gordon was smashed through the tin door and looked at the chrysanthemum man in the distance. Gordon broke free from the tin door. The electric Chrysanthemum Man walked towards Gotham City.

"Please stand still, criminal!" Gordon shouted at the Chrysanthemum Man, and then quickly came to the Chrysanthemum Man and punched the Chrysanthemum Man in the face.

Sheriff Gordon's iron fist slammed the Man in the face. The Chrysanthemum Man leaned back, and when Gordon's iron fist left the Chrysanthemum Man's face, the Chrysanthemum Man slowly looked at Gordon.

"Get out of the way!" The chrysanthemum man roared, and the sound waves almost materialized. The sound wave hit Gordon's body, and Gordon felt a great deal of pressure, if he didn't have a combat suit, Gordon's internal organs might have become "external organs" by now.

Gordon gasped and lay on the ground, Gordon looking at the Daisy Man from the bottom up. The Chrysanthemum Man walked straight over the pit that Gordon had pressed out, and then walked towards Gotham City.

"Citizens, the city will soon have a new ruler." The chrysanthemum man opened his arms, like a god, and there were many flowers blooming under the feet of the chrysanthemum man.

"Hands up, give up resistance, and ask for leniency!" The Gotham police officer pointed his pistol at the head of the Chrysanthemum Man, and the Chrysanthemum Man put his hands down and the wind howled behind the Chrysanthemum Man.

The wind swept up huge stones, and with the wind, the stones smashed on the heads of the officers, and in an instant the officers fell to the ground, their heads like faucets, and blood continued to flow out.

"Alright, let's start conquering this gloomy city." The Chrysanthemum Man looked at the corpse of the policeman on the ground, and then strode towards Gotham City.

Gordon was in the pit of the warehouse in the docks in Gotham City, Gordon took off the helmet on his head, Gordon's eyes were red, and blood was flowing from the corners of his eyes, in addition to the corners of his eyes, there was also blood flowing from his nose, ears, and mouth.

"Gross!" Gordon was lying on the ground, his stomach was now turned upside down, both food and bile had been vomited, and his mask was covered with blood.

"Ha, ha, ha." Gordon lay on the ground, his eyes on the Chrysanthemum Man wreaking havoc in Gotham City, with a headset on his bloody ear.

"Hey, hey, Sheriff Gordon, can you hear me?" Alfred shouted loudly in the headset, and Gordon pressed the connect button, gasping for air as he spoke to Alfred.

"Ah Fu, I'm not in a good state right now, and I don't have the ability to defeat this criminal at all." Gordon said as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Sheriff Gordon, we may have lost this time." Alfred sighed and said to Sheriff Gordon, who clenched his fists as he listened.

Bruce was outside Alfred's door and overheard the two talking. Bruce then pushes the door open and enters Afu's room. Alfred looked at Bruce as he came in, a little surprised.

"Young Master, is there something wrong?" Alfred asked Bruce, who looked solemn, the only light in the dark night, moonlight, shining on Bruce's face.

"If Batman comes back, can he only save Gotham?" Bruce said to Alfrey that the bright moonlight, shining on Bruce's face, seemed to be the only light in this dark world.

"Master Bruce, are you kidding me?" Alfred smiled and said to Bruce, who looked solemn and didn't seem to be joking.

"If Batman comes, will Gotham get out of this crisis?" Bruce saw that Alfred didn't understand, and then changed his approach and said it again.

"Yes." Alfred said, his simple and easy-to-understand answer satisfied Bruce, and Alfred sighed, and slowly lowered his hand.

"There's a way to remind me of Batman, right?" Bruce spoke to Alfred again, but Alfred didn't answer, just left the room.

Bruce understood and followed Alfred to the underground Batcave, where a device was placed in the corner.

Alfred wiped the seat of the instrument, looked at the complicated instrument, sighed, and looked at Bruce.

"Sit down, young master, according to you, this thing can restore your memory through genes." Alfred waited for Bruce to sit up.

"I thought I could fall in love as an ordinary person." Bruce smiled and sat down on the instrument, which only had a large red button next to it.

"Goodbye, a stable ordinary life." Bruce laughed and pressed the big red button, and the helmet snapped into Bruce's body.

"Uhhhh Bruce wailed, beads of bean-sized sweat dripping to the ground. After a while, the instrument let Bruce go, and Bruce fell to his knees, both his coat and his chair soaking wet.

"Young master, young master, are you okay?" Alfred helped Bruce to his feet and then asked Bruce. Bruce wiped his sweat away, then looked at Alfred.

Bruce's eyes are now different from those of ordinary life, exactly the same as when he was Batman, and Bruce put on Batman's armor.

Now, the Night Knight of Gotham City has returned.