When the first grenade exploded over Narrow Island, Gambor, the boss of the Gambol gang that occupied the northeast side of Narrow Island, was having dinner.

He had a mansion in Gotham's East Quarter, and there were so many beautiful girls there, it was a man's paradise, and the young black man's favorite thing to do was to have a good time in the pool after he had eaten and drunk.

But now, after the unexpected death of the original boss Falconi, Gambol also wants to do something "big", and in order to motivate his subordinates, he even goes to the chaotic Narrow Island, vowing to completely drive his rival Woolz's gang out of the Narrow Island within this week.

If Gambor's plan comes true, then he will jump out of the bottom few bosses in Gotham and become one of the top three bosses.

If nothing else, there were enough outlaws here to have Falconi hire them with a penny and rub anyone who tried to challenge him to the ground.

Things were going well, there were more than 130 men on Gambor's side, only 80 on Woolz's side, and they were ill-prepared, both in numbers and weapons, far behind Gambor's forces, and they were miserably suppressed on this narrow island.

"Haha, that hillbilly in Wooltz, you still want to fight me!"

Dressed in a smart blue striped suit, with a large gold ring on his finger and a gold chain around his neck, Gambol picked up a fragrant steak with a fork and scolded his subordinates sitting next to him.

"Wait for him to be kicked out, you will be indispensable!"

He was munching on the steak and was about to say something inspiring, when he heard a whistling, and when he turned around, he saw a flash of fire lit up in the distant night.

Before Gambol could react, he was directly pressed to the ground by the bodyguards who hired him heavily, and when the grenade hit the third floor where he was, he was just torn down the stairs by the bodyguards, and saw the scorching firestorm engulfing the third floor, violent shocks, the overwhelming sound from the buildings around him, and the fragments flying everywhere.

He saw a twisted steel bar on the chest of the bodyguard next to him, and blood spurted out of the tall body like a waterfall, staining everything in front of him red.

Blood was sticking out of his ears, and he couldn't hear the explosions, but he could see the torn bodies, the subordinates in this building, who simply couldn't survive the tyrannical firestorm.

Gambol tried to escape, but just after running two steps, another grenade hit the building, and in the concussion from below, Gambol screamed, and saw a huge debris of the house fall towards him, and he threw himself out frantically, as if he had been hit by a heavy object in the back of his head, and the darkness completely enveloped his eyes.

For the gang members patrolling outside the lair, the scene where the boss is located, being hit by two grenades one after another is too terrifying, they are just gang members, they are not soldiers, they have never been on the battlefield, this kind of scene like a real war makes many people stand in place in fright, and some timidly throw the gun in their hands, turn around and run.

But before they could take a few steps, they heard a low roar, and in the darkness of the night, three trucks and a dozen pickup trucks rushed into the territory of the Gambol gang, and before the Gambol men could recover from the shock of the explosion, the automatic weapons began to vent their deadly firepower at them.

And the "armed" workers who jumped out of the truck with baseball bats, under the cover of firearms, in the dark air full of gunsmoke, they wore baseball helmets, like enraged beasts, in this crazy scene, these already angry workers finally found an outlet for catharsis.

They swung their baseball bats and steel rods and slammed them at the panicked gangsters, not even thinking about keeping their hands, they didn't need to worry about being attacked when their side was completely superior, they had the numerical advantage.

Even if the pistols used by the gangs hit them, they would not be killed, but would make the workers wilder, and in the darkness, the beaten and knocked down gangs let out a miserable wail, and in the night it was like a human tragedy.

Those who escaped at the beginning of the scuffle were not lucky, and the pickups were full of members of the Devil's Gang, armed to the teeth, wearing all kinds of devil masks, and when they saw people with weapons, they were just a shuttle of bullets, forcing them into a storm of workers' sticks, and those who had run into the occupied houses, they threw grenades in their hands.

Watching those panicked bastards running around, the workers with weapons rushed forward with a wild laugh, like a group of rioting civilians, but speaking of which, they were also tortured enough by Gotham's well-developed gangster industry, especially after the economic turmoil more than a decade ago, the law and order in Gotham deteriorated dramatically, which brought even worse people's livelihood problems.

Narrow Island is the largest slum in Gotham, but Gotham is not just a slum on Narrow Island, and the fact that there are so many poor displaced people in a 21st-century city is enough to show how bad things are in Gotham.

Moreover, during this period of time when the gangs of the two sides were fighting, the people who really obeyed the law had long been forced out of the Narrow Island war zone, and in the place where the two gangs were fighting, there were vacant houses everywhere, and Cyber didn't need to worry about hurting innocent people at all, because there was no one here at all!

The explosion of grenades and the sound of guns rendered the place almost like a battle of fire in the Middle East, and the Gambol gang's lair collapsed in less than five minutes under the attack of the red-eyed devils and the increasingly frantic workers who were stimulated to do so.

Even the most die-hard villains, in this situation where both numbers and weapons are completely suppressed, they can't raise the mind to resist at all, especially after Sergei smirked in front of them and used a grenade launcher to clear out another stubborn gang stronghold on the fifth floor, these guys trembled and threw out their weapons, and chose to surrender with their heads in their hands.

"Sergey, take the workers all the way over, finish it early, get off work early. ”

Cyber was a little bored holding the walkie-talkie in his hand, he was carrying an automatic rifle, sitting in the car, after the battle with the Mutant Brotherhood and the Shadow Warrior Alliance, the battle here really seemed like a small fight, and he was not interested at all.

He tilted his head to look at the other side, and some of the workers who had calmed down, under Kevin's command, threw the gangsters who had been beaten to the head bleeding or even directly unconscious into the truck, and they would have been sent directly to the Gotham police station, if it weren't for Gordon's insistence that Cyber not engage in massacres, the troublesome guys would have thrown them directly into the sea.

Gambor's lair is over, and some of the rangers are not a problem at all, and now it's time for the Woolz gang on the other side of the island to be out of luck.

Sergei set aside 10 minutes to get the looted workers into the truck, and two trucks drove them across the narrow island, Kevin followed, and Seber stayed.

The Woolz gang has been suppressed badly lately, and their strength here is so weak that they don't need Cyber to intervene at all.

He carried a black straight-edged knife on the suspension bridge leading from the Narrow Island to the docks, and after the "Narrow Island War", the city hall also specially funded the restoration of the steel tracks above the suspension bridge in order to whitewash the peace, and Wayne Industries also donated money to rebuild the old rail train system, and maybe in a few months, the new empty rail will appear in Gotham City.

And that's a good thing.

But Cyber is more concerned about another thing, tonight is so big, Batman didn't even show up, it seems that as Gordon said, the rest of the city has been bad recently, Batman's focus has obviously been shifted to the East and Lower Cities, and he has no time to care about the situation on the Narrow Island.

"Well, that's a good thing, I won't see that guy with a brain problem. ”

Cyber walked on the suspension bridge, stretched his waist, put the scabbard on his shoulder, and walked towards the city with a swagger, it only took more than 1 hour to walk here to the dock area, and after the end of the Narrow Island War, the order in the central city was restored very quickly, this Gotham, it was the time of lively nightlife, walking in the cold wind, for Cyber, it was a pastime.

"Bang"

With a soft thud, a dark shadow struck him in the back, and Cyber's body shook and he fell to the ground on his back.

"Hehe, what a red/devil, it sounds majestic, I really have to face Uncle Ben, and it's not a soft-footed shrimp. ”

An ugly voice came out of the darkness overhead, it was a skinny guy, he was lying on the drawbridge railing behind Cyber, after seeing Cyber was hit and fell to the ground, he smiled and jumped lightly from the 3-meter-high railing, and landed on the ground with unusual lightness.

Coupled with the fact that he was dressed in a black leather suit, he looked like a ninja traveling through the night.

But with the help of the faint light on the suspension bridge, you can see that this is an authentic Yankee image, it looks like a young man, his palm waved outward, two black bone spurs appeared in his hand, this is still a vigilant guy, he cautiously walked towards Cyber, waited patiently for several minutes, and saw that Cyber maintained that movement, no movement, he put his mind at ease.

He stepped forward triumphantly, kicked Cyber's body over, he took out a photo from his pocket, and after repeated comparisons, confirmed Cyber's identity, and he smiled.

"How dare you provoke the Brotherhood... What a guts. ”

With that, he waved his hands and stabbed the black bone spurs in his hands into Cyber's hands, nailing him to the steel drawbridge, the bone spurs were so sharp and hard that they almost pierced through his body.

After doing all this, he took out a special mobile phone and squatted beside Cyber,

"I said, Parseltongue, I've got him! yes, it's that Cyber Hawke, I've been paralyzed by my stinger, well, I'm going to get that little girl, hell!"

The guy scolded, "Why don't you guys go? What! You're entangled in bats?... Hell, you're scared of bats?"

The other side quickly hung up the communication, the short man scolded and closed the phone, he snorted coldly, and just turned around, but his body stiffened in place.

Behind him, Cyber squatted there silently, like a predatory panther, the wounds on his hands had already healed, but his eyes exuded endless murderous aura and coldness, and the black straight-edged knife in his left hand was unsheathed like a poisonous snake at this moment,

"You're not an Ipsilon-class..."

"Poof"

The long knife ran through his chest, the hilt against his heart, and Cyber's right hand grabbed his throat, slowly tightening like iron pincers in the darkness, and his voice like ice rang in the ear of the short man,

"I warned you... Don't mess with me! Just because you are a wretch, you dare to touch my family?"

"I... I... Not... Nope..."

"Click"