The pterocosmic creatures lured by the ultrasonic generator were dizzy and dizzy from the vibrations and roars of Leon's body, and had to lie dormant against the walls, layer upon layer, enveloping the hall in an airtight air.

"That's right, it's the light of the Gotham Prosecutor's Office, Miss Rachel Dawes, who has recently made a name for himself and closed several major cases in a row."

Leon watched with satisfaction as Batman stopped his movements, his burly body stiffened in place,

"In order to prevent Mr. Bruce Wayne's Gotham Port reconstruction, Mr. Richard Sapa specially sent his men to kidnap Rachel Dawes tonight, and when I went to the backyard warehouse to look for a truck, I happened to find Miss Rachel tied there."

Leon looked at Batman and said in a soft voice that only the other party could hear: "I tied her hands and feet with ropes, hung her upside down on the beams outside the warehouse, and put a wooden barrel under her head, the current rainfall is about 35 milliliters per hour, calculate the time, the water in the wooden barrel will almost reach her nose, and she should suffocate to death in a few minutes." ”

Batman trembled slightly, suppressed the roar in his throat, and slammed his fists into Leon's forehead.

Li Ang suddenly felt the pressure increase, he almost dodged the attack, and said quickly and hurriedly: "Of course you can continue the stalemate and drag me to the point where I am exhausted and unable to resist, but that is at least after a hundred moves, I advise you, Miss Rachel can't wait so long." Are you going to continue to waste time with me here, or are you going to get out of the fight right away and save a good man who is completely innocent and has a bright future....."

Batman's breath was extremely heavy, and he swept the desperate Richard's wife and children with the corner of his eye, and finally lowered his solemn head, stopped the attack, and jumped out of the broken floor-to-ceiling windows in the hall, his figure completely hidden in the vast rainstorm.

Li Ang took a long breath, he clearly felt that the lactic acid content in his muscle cells had exceeded the standard, and there was no place on his body that was not sore, as long as the other party held on a little longer, he would fall to the ground.

Where did Leon find any Rachel Dawes, it was just a bluffing excuse that he came up with on the spot, and he didn't think that Batman really cared about it.

He leaned over to the windowsill and glanced at it, and after making sure that Batman was heading to the warehouse, he rushed out of the hall, got into the truck, stepped on the gas pedal, and left.

The van truck was speeding through the dense forest with dollar bills and gold, and Leon drove all the way to the place where the MiG-24 crashed, and got out of the car to inspect the wreckage that was still billowing with smoke.

Because of the powerful explosion, one of the two pods of the Hind helicopter was already badly shattered, and the outer steel shell was burned by the flames until it was red-hot hair, and Leon carefully split the iron shell with a hand axe. A Yak-b high-RPM 4-barrel Gatling machine gun was brutally pulled out of it.

The MiG-24 itself was made in the Soviet Union, and the Yak-b is naturally a product of Maozi, with a total length of one meter three, a simple and sophisticated shape, huge and friendless, black and reliable, rough and strong, and dragged out with the cold air of the forest originating from Siberia.

The most interesting thing about this machine gun is that it is an internal energy transfer weapon, which does not rely on electric power, but relies on the high pressure generated by gunpowder shells to drive the piston barrel forward and backward to achieve, which means that as long as Leon dismantles the remote control device attached to the machine gun, this Yak-b is equivalent to a completely independent machine gun.

It weighed 45 kilograms, each 12.7mm caliber bullet it used weighed more than 130 grams, and there were about 400 rounds left in the chain, which together was nearly 100 kilograms.

He didn't go off the road, found an unfenced hillside, parked the car in the middle of nowhere, and climbed the steep cliff with a machine gun.

Thunder roared, and the rain swept down Leon, and he placed his machine gun and bullet chain behind the huge rock clinging to the cliff, and leaned down to wait for Batman to arrive.

Qi Hai Qi could no longer squeeze out a trace of strength, because of the cold in his bones, his face could hardly see blood, and the rain ran down the lines on the hood of the raincoat into the neckline, completely soaking the shirt.

Torrential rain poured down, and the road below was blurred into a cyan belt in the vapour, winding around the city.

Finally, here he comes.

In the night, a strangely shaped pitch-black motorcycle stared at the headlights and cut through the rain curtain like a sword.

The tires of this motorcycle were extremely large and thick, and the body was flat and flat, and the lone driver in the cloak leaned down on it and galloped wildly.

Leon took a deep breath, straightened up, got down on one knee, pressed the back groove of the machine gun against his knee, the chain dangling to the side, and pressed the start button of the Yak-b with his fingers.

Can a normal person operate a high-speed four-tube Gatling weighing nearly 50 kilograms without relying on any mechanical stands?

For Leon, the answer to this question is yes.

If you use a high-speed camera to record this second, you can clearly see the gunpowder gas rushing roaring, the gears biting and meshing, the cassette responding to the rotation, the energy storage torsion spring adsorbing the electromagnet, and finally directing the machine gun to form a cycle of firing.

It's complicated to say, but that's the beauty of industrial design, where all the parts work in a pre-designed way, and Leon only has to pay for the trivial process of "aiming".

The tiger's mouth trembled and numb, his knees stiffened, and in just five minutes, hundreds of bullets had been poured out.

In fact, the 12.7mm caliber bullet was not designed to kill the human body, and its hostile target was always "an armored target that a missile can penetrate but a small-caliber bullet cannot penetrate"

In other words, the eternal target of the 12.7mm bullet is a rock-solid armored vehicle, not an unarmored motorcycle.

With a thunderbolt of lightning, the chain swept through Batman's plane, causing it to tumble and crash through the steel railings of the coastal road, creating a huge explosion and fire on the surface of the sea, which was still visible even in the night.

"Dead?"

Leon narrowed his eyes, trying to break through the dense rain curtain to get a clear view.

The rapid sirens sounded from far and near, and those red and blue gradient police lights galloped in, surrounding the highway railing damaged by the batmotorcycle, Leon snorted coldly and threw the machine gun aside, turned over, climbed the rock crevice on the other side of the cliff to the road, returned to the driver's seat of the van truck, and drove leisurely past the ignorant Gotham strips, towards the city center.