Jason stood on the roof and looked at the burning shop below, surrounded by a crowd, and the firefighters were busy dousing the burning shop. This is already the third one, a shop under the name of the person under his ground. The eyebrows hidden under the red hood were tightly clustered.

This time was completely different from the last attack, the last time, the main purpose of the Black Mask was to lure him out, so try to make a mess and delay the time as much as possible.

This time, Black Mask didn't seem to care if he could lure him out, instead focusing all his attention on cleaning up his forces. From the first place, every time he arrived, everything was over, and only the police or firefighters were working on the aftermath.

This is completely wrong, the Black Mask will agree to join forces with Deathstroke in order to kill him, why is it now acting as if he is only cleaning up his own power? If he wasn't trying to attract himself, then why did he go out of his way to sabotage it with such fanfare?

"Does this guy want to take Gotham with him... Why hasn't the old guy moved..."

This makes sense, taking the opportunity to sweep away all spheres of influence and lay the foundation for his future territory, which is very much in line with the behavior pattern of the guy in the black mask.

The problem is that it is impossible for Deathstroke and Black Mask to team up with Batman not to know, why hasn't he made a move yet?

With what he knew about the guy, he wouldn't let Knell open an office in Gotham. What is he waiting for? Wait for yourself?

Thankfully, the death knell doesn't happen. Judging by the agreement he had reached with Black Mask, it wasn't enough to attract him.

"Humph! The old guy has changed his style a little bit."

Batman used to not let anyone die in front of him, he always pretended to be a savior, and tried his best to save everyone, even if it was at the expense of himself. It seems that he has changed a little bit over the years.

Jason glanced at the fire that was about to be extinguished, and turned around and ran towards the next sphere of influence. The locomotive soon arrived near a casino in the West Quarter. There doesn't seem to be anything going on here, and people are coming in and out of the casino from time to time. Brightly dressed women with heavy makeup and scantily dressed kept circling around the men.

Jason didn't immediately get closer, but hid in the shadows and looked around with a telescope. Three of the four largest shops in his power were burned down, and this was the fourth, and there was no reason why Black Mask would spare this place.

After observing for a while, he didn't find the Black Mask or the Death Knell, but instead found an unexpected visitor on the opposite roof.

"Humph! Sure enough, it came...."

Batman stood on that rooftop, his black uniform and dimly lit environment almost blending in, and if Jason didn't know him too well, it would have been easy to ignore the near-invisible man.

He just stood there silently, looking down at the casino below and the people who were in and out of it.

The roar of machinery came from the other side of the road, and several cars were speeding towards it. Without even stepping on the brakes, he rushed straight into the casino. Then there was a burst of machine-gun fire in the casino.

The crowd screamed and ran out from the inside, and the lobby of the casino was quickly emptied. Except for a few injured security guards and waiters lying on the ground, not a single guest remained.

A few people rushed to the second floor as soon as they got out of the car, and the owner of the casino dragged them down from above and dragged them all the way outside.

"Do you know who I am?!!

Two shots in the fat thighs made the fat man in only a pair of underwear gasp and coerce.

"You know, Red Hood, our boss is looking for him, could you please send him a message?"

A barrel of diesel drenched the fat man thoroughly, and a man took out a lighter and lit it and said:

"Black Mask invites him to coffee"

"No, I really don't know where the red hood is? He never told anyone where he was! ”

The immobile man said hurriedly.

"It's okay, anyway, as long as you put this letter on your corpse, he will naturally receive it"

The man with the lighter let out a cruel smile.

A gunshot rang out, and the lighter flew out of the man's hand, extinguished and landed in the distance. Red Hood stood not far away with a smoking pistol and said:

"Oh, please go back and tell him, I don't like coffee"

Jason knew it had to be a trap, but the man who pretended to be a statue didn't seem to have any intention of making a move, had he found himself?

Since the other party's purpose is to lure himself out, then it is good to come out. He was a little curious about who Death Bell would send.

Seeing the Red Hood appear, Black Mask's men hurriedly slipped back into their cars and drove out of the place quickly. And from the moment the red hood appeared, the fat man under his command completely ignored the grab on his legs, and even left here with a rolling belt.

There is no living person in this vicinity except for the Red Hood... In addition to the guy pretending to be a sculpture above.

Jason didn't have to wait long, and the two figures that suddenly appeared made him laugh at it:

"Black Mask, is this nobody? Even the orcs appeared? ”

"Watch your words, boy, or I'll give up on my plan to bite your neck off and pull out your intestines first!"

Jason's words angered the upright walking hyena, and although her voice was hoarse, it was clearly feminine, but her appearance was difficult for people to describe her as "female", perhaps it would be better to use "female". The other guy turned to a male humanoid and attacked Jason directly without saying a word.

Dodging the man's first attack, Jason immediately made a judgment on the guy in front of him. Mobility is somewhat poor, but the power is strong. If he can go back alive this time, he will definitely know all the superpowers on the whole earth, who is this ninth-rate character wearing a green chest with a swastika painted on his chest?

Just when Jason's attention was all focused on the man, the hyena suddenly grabbed the back bread and hurriedly dodged the attack, and the heavy cape jacket was still a little broken by the hyena's sharp claws.

"Tsk! It's my favorite outfit."

"Then you can wear this dress and go to the ground!"

The hyena pounced again, perhaps not as strong as a man, but her speed made up for it. Jason, who didn't have time to react defensively, was thrown directly to the ground from the front.

The hyena's head approached Jason's mask, and then said in that strange female voice:

"Is it better for me to bite off your neck first, or just pull your intestines out of your stomach?!"