In a vacuum, Batman's speed really can't be said to be slow, but Wayne Manor is too far away from the narrow island, so when he arrived, Cyber had almost completely handled everything, using a method that Bruce would never use.

He adheres to his own rules, takes killing as his ultimate limit, he walks in darkness and sin, he comes into contact with the cancer of the city, he will use violence and fear to bring them to their knees, but he will not let his hands get blood.

He's lost a lot, he can't lose himself anymore! he can't allow himself to be like them!

Batman could hear the screams coming from the factory, he could smell the scorching stench of the flames, he could even hear the crackling sound of the flames licking through the surrounding buildings, and the asylum was home to nearly a hundred "mentally ill people", and once the fire spread, these people in cages would never survive.

Bruce looked at Rachel in his arms, he gritted his teeth, turned and walked out of the asylum quickly, he had to get Rachel to a safe place first, but before leaving, he found the location of Arkham's water valve, and turned the manometer to the highest, under this pressure, the broken water pipe would burst, and under the water escape, at least barely enough to ease the spread of the fire.

He strode out of Arkham, his armor and cloak covered in water, and on the streets of the Narrow Island, the police had surrounded the entire front of the madhouse because of Rachel's mass texting, the sirens sounded in the dark night, and Gordon and the officers set up a cordon on the street outside the asylum, and beyond the cordon, there were civilians of the Narrow Island watching.

But they heard the sound of automatic weapons fighting, the density of fire that made all the police pale, and then the ruptured water pipe made the whole madhouse tick with the sound of water dripping, and the glass and air waves that flew during the violent explosion, and at the moment of that explosion, several unlucky people were knocked down by flying debris, a dozen cars began to hum, the whole cordon was in chaos, and even the intrepid Sheriff Gordon was short to protect his head at this moment.

"Oh my God, we need commandos!"

Pete, who had just become acting sheriff, had a horn in his hand, and he hid behind the car door and shouted to the panicked police officers behind him, "Contact the heavy police, we need them! And the fire brigade! And the ambulance, damn it!"

Young Pete turned his head and saw his boss alone rushing towards the dangerous Arkham Asylum, and he hurriedly shouted,

"Gordon, what are you going to do! Come back! Come back!"

"Pete, stay here!"

Gordon turned around and shouted, and rushed into the chaotic madhouse with a pistol, at this time the lights in the entire building had been short-circuited due to water leakage, and it was pitch black, Gordon held a pistol in his left hand and a flashlight in his right hand, and walked vigilantly in this building that had been a long time ago.

From the first floor to the fifth floor, the building was almost full of crazy crazy people, and at the moment of the power outage, they began to shout, scream, and make noise, and some people banged on the metal railing of the cell with all kinds of things in their hands, making a cacophony of noise, making this dark building feel like hell.

Wearing a scarecrow mask, Klein walked briskly to the first floor, carrying a bunch of keys in his hand, and threw them one by one in those dark cages, most of them were bastards from gangs on the narrow island, as well as the killers and thugs who worked for Falconi, Klein helped them escape the law with mental problems, but these villains fell into his hands, and they were also tortured into a psychotic by the hard drug experiment.

It's hard to say whether it's a blessing or a misfortune, but now, Klein is going to use their powers, but he won't say anything, he's just going to let these crazy people out, they're going to attack anyone, they're going to buy him the last time to escape.

Cyber came, he knew that the kind of battle in the dark made him a little frightened, he was not an orthodox fighter in the Shadow Warrior Alliance, he was better at solving problems with wisdom than swords.

"Go, go, help me stop him, preferably help me kill him!"

Klein muttered into the fourth-floor passageway, carrying a small black box in his hand, which contained the most important things, the recipe for his fear gas and the detailed production process, which would be the most important bargaining chip for his promotion in the organization.

But the promotion was a matter for later, and now, he had to find a way to escape.

Klein's trap didn't hit Cyber first, but it accidentally caught another person.

Gordon cautiously walked up the stairs to the second floor, the sheriff in charge had been worried about Rachel's safety, the noise was getting louder and louder, and even the roar of a fight could be heard, which made Gordon feel a little stressed, and he suddenly felt that it was a bad choice to rush into the asylum by himself.

But the sheriff didn't intend to just quit, he planned to stay here for a while, looking for traces of Rachel, the assault team would be there soon, as long as he was careful, he would not be in danger.

But the next moment this thought just flashed, the flashlight in his hand illuminated the darkness in the passage in front of him, and the noisy noise completely stopped at this moment, and dozens of strange-looking, orange medical gowns were looking at him, some of them were irritable, some were distorted, some were weird, some were ruthless, all kinds of eyes, but there was no peace.

Their clothes were torn and tattered from the fight, and there was blood on their hands, and a few guys were carrying a dismantled railing, and the most sturdy bastard was even carrying a fire axe, and in the distance, the pungent smell of blood and several horrific corpses loomed in the gap between the crowds, and it seemed that there was a "blood carnival" going on between them before being interrupted by the lights.

The hairs on Gordon's whole body stood upside down at once, cold sweat spread all over his back at this moment, looking at the dangerous eyes of those crazy people, they looked at each other for a full 2 seconds, Gordon's mouth was dry, and his left hand holding the gun began to tremble slightly, feeling like he was facing the mad dog on his farm when he was a child.

The pistol, which was loaded with 9 rounds, could not protect him in this situation, and he couldn't help but take a step back, only to accidentally kick something under his feet, making a clicking sound.

The sound made the sheriff swallow, and the dangerous balance between the two sides was broken at this moment, like a switch, and the guys on the opposite side with blood on their hands, the tallest, the guy with the axe, stepped forward, and the next moment, everyone rushed towards Gordon like the out-of-control corpses in a zombie movie.

"Stop!"

"Bastard, stop, I'm going to shoot!"

Gordon kept backing away, he grasped the pistol in both hands, the flashlight smashed to the ground, the light and shadow swirled around, making the already chaotic passage even more chaotic, and for a moment, Gordon felt that he was going to die, especially when he saw the madmen getting closer and closer to him.

Looking at the bloodstained fire axe, listening to their chaotic roars, he began to breathe heavily, desperately trying to control his mind, the moment he pulled the trigger, he was a little panicked, but at the moment, only the weapon in his hand could give him more security.

"Bang"

The bullet flew out of the muzzle, and the strongest, the guy with the fire axe, looked down blankly at the wound that burst in his chest, shook his body, and fell to the ground, the sudden death made the other madmen pause for a moment, at one moment, Gordon felt that he had hope again, but the next moment, a guy wielding a metal railing let out a roar and threw himself at Gordon, and behind him, the madmen who were frightened by death also began to run forward again.

"It's over!"

That was the last thought that flashed through Gordon's mind, but just as he closed his eyes in resignation, a gloved palm came out of the darkness behind him and placed it on Gordon's shoulder, and a deep voice sounded together.

"Are you scared? Gordon..."

Gordon was startled, but the next moment, a black gun crossed his body and pointed at the fellows who pounced, and then the tail flame of the bullet flickered like a flickering candlelight, illuminating the cold darkness to the bone.

"Bang Bang"

Once the automatic weapon fired, at this distance, it was definitely a slaughter, and in just 2 seconds, the flying shells and pulsing flames made the frightened Gordon feel like a long time had passed, and when he came back to his senses, less than half of the originally menacing madmen in front of him remained.

They were silent, their faces filled with extreme fear, beside him, the bullet-pierced body, and the severed limbs that made the passage look like a hell of blood and death, the muzzle of the gun was still smoking, and the cyan smoke wafted through the air, and Cyber stepped out of his hiding place and helped Gordon forward a few steps.

"Bang"

He simulated the sound of a bullet firing with his mouth, and as a result, the madmen who came back to their senses suddenly dispersed, screamed and turned around and rushed out, like a flock of frightened birds, when they saw the sight of death coming to their faces, few normal people could turn a blind eye to it, they were just madmen, they were not stupid.

The guy in front of me who came out of the darkness was obviously not frightened by the ferocity of their bravado, this is a ruthless character!

Cyber looked at the bastards who were scurrying around, he turned and shoved the automatic rifle in his hand into Gordon's hand, as if he had handed over the weapon to a subordinate officer, he looked at the frightened Gordon, took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into Gordon's mouth, and patted him on the shoulder.

"Take it, sheriff, it's the only one here to protect you, shoot anything that moves!

After he said this, he turned and walked into the dark passage, Gordon clutched the still hot automatic rifle, he took out the lighter from his pocket, and trembled and lit the cigarette, Gordon had quit smoking for a long time, but now standing among the dozen corpses, he desperately needed something to numb his nerves.

"Uh... Ahem, Cyber, is Rachel okay?"

The choked coughing sheriff called out to the man who had gone into the darkness, and Cyber did not look back, he shook his hand,

"That stupid girl is fine, she's been picked up, let's go, sheriff, if you die, daddy will annoy me!"

Gordon hesitated, took the cigarette off his mouth, and whispered,

"The assault team is coming... It's going to be a hassle for you to stay here!"

"Thanks for the concern, but that's my business..."