The Old Gun Bar, with tables facing the main door, has been moved to the center of the hall and is filled with a variety of foods, including fragrant meats, fresh vegetables, steaming soups, delicate pastries, and freshly steamed rice.

It looked like a normal family dinner, but it was frighteningly large.

Cyber sat at the front of the table, holding a pair of chopsticks he had sharpened the previous night, and ate slowly.

There is no doubt that he did all these things, and after being able to freely control the restorative energy in his body, his tolerance for hunger has also strengthened, of course, more because the energy stored in his body will not be depleted so quickly after repairing the wound with the right energy, rather than pouring out every time.

He was wearing a dark red armor with blood stains wiped clean, and the ghost mask that had also been wiped clean was set aside, looking very mysterious in the dim light.

There was only the sound of chopsticks and chewing in the whole hall, judging from that frequency, this guy's appetite was definitely good, as for why he was wearing this suit to eat, he naturally didn't have any quirks, Cyber was waiting, waiting for the arrival of an uninvited guest.

He didn't know who it was, maybe it was Gordon, maybe some heavily armed cops, maybe someone else who knew his identity, judging from Cyber's previous experience, it was definitely not simple to make such a big deal tonight, it would be easy to get through, and there would definitely be a lot of trouble.

But fortunately, Klein is dead, Rachel has also been rescued, and the result of all this is quite good, the big deal is to leave Gotham, anyway, Daddy, Catherine and Robin will not come back in the near future, and the sky is falling and there is a tall man on top, and he is happy to be alone.

Of course, he didn't think that he could break out of the encirclement with two knives on his own, and on the left side of his chair was an automatic rifle, which was his trophy in Arkham, and on the chair there were two magazines full of bullets, and on the right side of the chair, what he got when he first arrived in Gotham, an M9, a Colt, and two additional magazines.

With these things in hand, and with this armor, as long as there are no more than 30 people coming, Cyber feels that he has a high chance of leaving safely.

As he said, he is not Batman, he never softens when he kills, and once he wants to kill for freedom, Cyber can definitely be ruthless, no matter who it is, the moment he stands opposite him, he has another name, enemy!

Do we need mercy for the enemy?

When a person who is firm enough is ready to face everything, he doesn't need the pale and weak thing of language, he calmly sits at the table, picks up a chopstick dish, and puts it in his mouth, followed by a spoonful of rice, and eats it with relish, the warmth and cozy feeling of the food entering the body, so that the mood of Cyber, who has just experienced a massacre, naturally calms down.

It's like a man in the time of a sage, and even has an almost philosopher-like thinking.

"Buzz"

The lights in the room were completely extinguished at this moment, and the chopsticks and chewing movements in Cyber's hand stopped for a second, but he shook his head, ignored it, and continued to pick up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth.

Not even the movements and frequency of eating have changed.

A black shadow fell from the sky and landed on the front of this table, his armor was similar to Cyber's, but it was the same black as the night, and the wide, supple cloak, which could swell into the shape of a dragon's wings when necessary, and the most striking thing was his helmet, the bat-shaped helmet, which looked special in the dark.

For those who are panicked, it may feel a... Fear.

"Don't you have anything to say?"

Batman stood in front of a table full of food and waited for 2 minutes, the two of them stood alone and sat alone, he looked at Cyber, and for 2 minutes, he didn't even change at all, just eating quietly as if no one was around.

This is definitely not a disguised composure, Bruce, who has been among criminals for 6 years, can easily tell this, this guy in front of him, he is really calm.

Bruce even felt that if he didn't speak, this guy in front of him would sit there and eat the food on the table, and he didn't come to this little bar in a batsuit in the middle of the night across half of the city to come to this little bar!

So he took the initiative to break the peace, "2 hours ago, you killed 27 people, pushed Gotham's most famous psychiatrist and psychologist from the 5th floor under the watchful eyes of at least 300 people, and also lit Arkham, thick smoke and flames and the knife in your hand seriously injured the other 33 people, tell me, Cyber, I gave you this armor just to make you a butcher?"

Seber didn't answer immediately, he swallowed the side dish in his mouth, then took a sip of soup, smashed his mouth, took a handkerchief from the table, wiped his mouth, and then picked up a cigar from Daddy's treasure, lit it with a blowtorch lighter, and when the first wisps of mellow smoke came out, he raised his head and let out a pleasant moan,

"But 2 hours ago, I also saved a dying lady, a righteous prosecutor, your girlfriend, your dearest person, and I saved Gotham's last decent and brave sheriff, as for Klein, come on, Bruce, don't tell me you don't know who he is... Those crazy psychos, they don't stand in my way, will I take the initiative to run and kill them?"

Cyber pursed his lips,

"I'm not a murderer or a psychopath, and besides, I paid for this armor!"

He reached out and took the cigar off his lips, straightened up, supported his chin with his hands, and looked at Batman in front of him with a meaningful look.

"You see, they're the unstable factor in the city, aren't they? Even before they became madmen, they were Falcony's thugs and murderers, and to punish evil is to promote good! Bruce, I'm doing good... And I've done good deeds, in your heart, Rachel or Klein, which is more important?"

Batman disappeared in the darkness and didn't answer immediately, Cyber leaned back in his chair and held out a finger,

"Bruce, did you really figure this out? Did you really figure out why you came to me? just because I killed the scum and the villains who were supposed to go to hell?"

"You don't think I should have killed them, should I? I should have thrown them to the cops who didn't do anything, I should have turned a blind eye to Rachel's pleas for help, I should have turned a blind eye to a desperate Gordon, and left it all to you to be in the limelight, right?"

Seber put his cigar to his mouth, he got up from his chair, propped his hands on the table, leaned forward,

"Do you really think I'm willing to take care of this?"

"Do you really think I'm willing to get involved in your affairs?"

"Bruce, I rescued the woman you love the most, I rescued the man with conscience, I punished the real evil, and you came running in the middle of the night and asked me what I thought?"

"My thoughts are..."

Cyber took off his cigar and threw it on the ground, looking indifferently at the tall figure in front of him,

"Are you neurotic? Do you really know what you're doing? In my opinion, you're as naïve as a child!"

"Bang"

Bruce's fist slammed into the table, shaking the soup everywhere, and Cyber's provocative words succeeded in arousing his anger, and he stepped forward and said,

"You do those things with good intentions, but you could have not killed them! What is the difference between you and the criminal thugs? You are even more hateful than them! The thugs will only take the money, you will take their lives!!

"What have you been through? What has made you so dismissive of life? Ask yourself, are you really qualified to judge them and take their lives?"

"Cyber, you could have done better than become a thug who kills in the name of justice!

"Bang"

Cyber's hands grabbed the edge of the table and pushed it outward, and the whole table full of food flew to the side, and the soup and water, the plates and chopsticks, the containers containing the food, smashed on the floor, and the ping-pong was like a destructive concert.

"You exercise justice to avenge the crime that killed your parents, you just want to satisfy the anger in your heart, and give it a high-sounding cloak, I don't need to hide it, I won't exercise hellish justice for revenge and anger!"

"TM's justice! what I do is my justice!"

"Don't measure me by your standards, you have lost your parents, you are pitiful, you have psychological trauma, you are afraid of bats, but you are a psychopath, I am not! I am a normal person, I have my joys and sorrows, who I am willing to kill is my own business, I think they deserve to die! I think their existence is unfair to other people!"

"Whoever touches me, I'll kill whomever touches me, and whoever touches my cheese, I'll cut off his hand!"

Cyber strode over to Bruce, he looked up at him, reached out and grabbed the collar of his armor,

"Tell me, Bruce, as someone who is also trying to solve problems with violence and fear, why should you care about me?"

"I'm not going to kill!"

Batman reached out and opened Cyber's hand gripping his neckline, "I won't let myself become a murderer! I know all the darkness and sin, I walk among them, but I will never become them! I have compassion, you don't! It makes you and me different!"

"So, that's the difference between us... I don't understand, as two big men, why don't you deal with disputes in a more straightforward, masculine way?"

Cyber slowly clasped the dark red ghost face in his left hand to his face, and in the dark hall, a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes under the lenses, and his hands reached behind him, and two slender straight-edged knives without gauntlets fell on his sides,

"I thought it was going to be a group of heavily armed cops... But you can do it, come, Bruce, come and show me how far your compassion can get you? Can your compassion help you overcome me! Let me see how far you can carry out your creed. ”

"Let me see if you have enough strength to make you talk nonsense in front of me!"

Bruce's eyes under the bat helmet also flashed a trace of indifference, his arms drooped, and with a slight flick, 6 L-shaped sharp blades appeared outside the arm armor,

"Then come, your men are defeated!"

"Bang"

The long knife in his left hand slashed horizontally, blocked by Bruce's gauntlets, and he kicked Bruce's left leg, and Batman's other fist smashed into his chest.

The two men snorted at the same time and stepped back.

Nothing fancy, both are martial arts masters, and straight up is their fighting style.

"I've seen too many people like you in that organization, Cyber, who thought they could be lawless and do whatever they wanted by their strength, but they couldn't!"

Bruce rushed to the opposing opponent, his deep voice ringing through the halls of the Old Gun Bar,

"Power must be limited by rules, you can never get rid of them, you have to be in awe of your power, not use it to bring about death. ”

"Bang"

The blades he swung with both hands were blocked by the twin knives crossed in front of him, and the young man's body took two steps back, and he moved his wrists, and a sinister smile appeared under his visor.

"I do, can you handle it?"

"Then you'll bleed, you'll feel pain!"

"Poof"

The increased strength of the left arm broke through the blade and cut a blood mark on Cyber's neck, if it deviated a little further, it would directly cut the trachea, but with the replenishment of sufficient energy, the heat flow quickly surged throughout the body, and the blood stopped at this moment.

"Poof"

Tooth for tooth, the blade grazed Bruce's arm, the fast-flowing blade tore through the armor, the same blood stains appeared, and under the visor, Cyber licked his lips,

"I'm sorry, I've not been afraid of pain since I was a child!"