"Damn! Can kidnapping a weak woman make such a big move? Richard Sapa was about to blow up his lungs, he pushed away his mistress in a sexy nightgown, and yelled at the phone, "How do you do things!?" ”

The subordinates silently bore the anger of their superiors, and said quietly: "Or ..... all these witnesses"

"You son of a bitch!" Richard was even more angry, and the huge roar made the blonde mistress beside him pale, "The disappearance of a teenager can still be said to be an accident, a carload of people are missing by stepping on numbness, do you want all the Gotham Police Department to be dispatched?" ”

After a while, the head of the Italian mafia family rubbed his eyebrows, leaned on the head of the bed, revealing his bloated belly full of thick hair, and ordered tiredly: "Take those teenagers and Rachel Dawes to the old place in Gotham Harbor after knocking them unconscious, and use the rope in the trunk of your car to take the car away as well, and leave no traces on the scene, you know." ”

"yes, I see."

The black suit nodded, beckoned the others to confiscate all the electronic devices on the teenagers and in the car, and escorted them all into the black car.

The mafia gathered up the scraps in an orderly manner, picking up and bagging the flying parts one by one, with a level of caution comparable to that of the most dedicated CSI agents.

The convoy was gone, leaving only the poor tree, whose bark had been rubbed away, still standing silently in the sky.

At the two-Michelin-starred high-end restaurant in the center of Gotham, Leon sighed, didn't enjoy the sirloin steak that the waiter had just handed over, hastily wiped his fingers with a napkin, and then rushed out the door.

Could this kind of bad thing happen a little less?

Leon climbed onto the rooftop, jumped back and forth between the tall buildings, and soon returned to the motel where he was temporarily staying.

He opened the wooden closet, pulled out a cheap silver plastic suitcase, opened it and examined his weapons collection.

A full-body transparent raincoat, a plastic rain boot, three pairs of flesh-colored latex gloves, a tactical flashlight with a lithium-ion battery function, an 88CHB armor-piercing knife and a 90PTHGZ hand axe produced by COLD-STEEL, two tactical Glock 19-type 9mm pistols with external silencers, with ten full magazines, and a mask made by himself in his spare time.

First of all, I would like to introduce COLD-STEEL cold steel company, this company is a well-known diversified cold steel knife, folding knife, straight knife manufacturer, specializing in the production of a variety of unique shapes, cost-effective cold weapons, in the majority of martial arts enthusiasts and collectors have a high status - in fact, many men just buy the cold glittering knives home and do not use them, just put them away, purely in order to appreciate the sharp and hard temperament, speaking of which is to buy different shades of lipstick collection with female compatriots, it is cool to look at.

Let's talk about this mask, the so-called mask refers to the ancient period of China, the ancestors sacrificed to the ancestors and gods to hold a celebration of the mask, or realistic or abstract, or smiling or fierce and evil, not only to drive away ghosts and evil spirits, but also to pray for blessings and auspiciousness, embodying people's beautiful vision of a better life.

The face of the figure on Leon's hand is made of willow wood, covered with inky black paint, and the figure depicted has lips pursed and expressionless, only two white eyes at the eyes run through the hollow eye sockets from top to bottom, and it looks like a strange and evil cold air.

Although Li Ang has not yet broken through the foundation and cannot release his aura to exert his magical powers, but with such a face contaminated with his own blood, he can make some superficial illusions that seem to be true and shocking in the dark night.

Transparent raincoats and rain boots can prevent blood from splashing on the body, three-layer latex gloves can prevent fingerprints from remaining, and flashlights are naturally different weapons for night warfare, all of which can be bought in the Amazon online shopping mall except for Glock pistols.

"I don't know if I can kill twelve magazines..."

Leon shook his head and closed the suitcase, changed his shoes into dark long rain boots that were not easy to find, covered them with the cuffs of his trousers, calmly went to the motel, and casually flagged down a yellow-colored taxi.

The taxi driver is really an Indian third brother, with a glittering statue of the god on the rearview mirror, a large number of postcards printed with scenic spots around the world under the radio, and the narrow car is flooded with cheap and pungent smoke, probably to hide the lingering curry smell on the young brother's body.

"Good evening sir, where are you going?"

Ah, the curry-like Indian English is only a little more sore than the Koreans and Japanese.

"Somerset, I'll tell you when I get there." Li Ang stuffed the suitcase into the back seat, and didn't talk nonsense, he directly took out two Franklin cards from his wallet and handed them to the third brother, "Don't look for it, drive as fast as you can." ”

Driven by money, the young third brother was obviously excited, and carried Leon all the way to the Gotham Bridge and to the deserted path of Somerset.

Unlike the superheroes who often fly in fighter jets and nuclear submarines, Leon has to work as a taxi to get to the battlefield — and he hasn't had time to buy himself one.

His eyes were like electricity, and he directly locked on a certain big tree with scratch marks, and after getting out of the car to check it, he returned to the car and dragged down the suitcase, and asked the third brother driver to turn around and leave.

The young third brother looked hesitantly at the remote and lonely surroundings, and asked Leon with great ethics if he needed to return, but immediately after the third Franklin roll by the latter, he happily stepped on the accelerator and left Leon alone in the middle of the country road where birds don't.

When the tail lights of his brother's car could no longer be seen, Li Ang walked to the depths of the woods, equipped all the guys in the suitcase, and then hastily buried the box and walked out of the woods.

Wearing a strange face, holding a firearm, wearing a casual gown, a transparent raincoat, plastic rain boots, a dense ten pistol magazines hanging on his belt, and two deterrent rough cold weapons tightly tied behind his back, Li Ang's appearance at the moment can only be described by the inappropriate word "magnificent".

He was bathed in the cold moonlight, and his eyes without a trace of temperature scanned the road through the face, and the rutted marks of those tires gradually pieced together a complete picture in his mind, guiding the direction.

"The car went south."

Li Ang breathed a sigh of relief, and his body jumped up the branches like a gibbon, moving swiftly and silently through the shadows of the longing trees.