Murky sewage ripples, sticky touches submerge ankles, and decadent light bulbs dim and illuminate the damp moss-covered walls.

Leon let out a breath of cloudy air, threw the corpse in his hand and swooped down towards Bucky.

The soles of the feet stirred up layers of splashes, and the remaining right arm turned into a spear, and the fingertips of the thumb slashed through the air after clenching the fist, emitting a sharp beep.

Bucky didn't dodge or dodge, his fat body stood still as if he had been nailed to the ground, and his two palms were like iron tongs to wrangle Leon's arms, and then the thrust directly threw him to the ground.

As soon as Fang landed, Bucky lay on his side and pinched Leon's wrist, twisted his elbow with his thigh, pressed his calf against his neck, and pressed Leon to the ground in the blink of an eye in an L-shaped side pressure position.

This is the most common and well-known armbar in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, which uses the strength of the whole body to suppress the opponent's upper body, and through the natural structure of the joints, the opponent's breath is restrained and immobile. Once used, it can easily break or even break the enemy's arm.

In the UFC, the world's top martial arts organization, the armbar is the most consistent and efficient ground grappling move in terms of win rate after rear-naked choke and guillotine.

The general arm armbar can exert at least 60kg of pressure on the enemy's elbow joint, and ordinary thin women can firmly suppress the sturdy man who has an overall advantage in height and weight, as long as she is willing to be ruthless, she can break the opponent's arm and even suffocate it in minutes.

And at this moment, this technique was even more terrifying when it was unfolded by the rock-solid Barkisch, and in just a few seconds, Leon's face turned purple and his elbows made a tooth-aching click.

carelessly, Leon's shoulders, chest, arms, and even fingertips were all restrained by anti-joints, and every muscle was twitching, and his biceps, which could not exert all his strength, were not at all impossible to resist the enemy's strangulation.

Leon slammed his toes against the edge of the ditch steps, rubbing the floor and slamming himself against the wall, then twisting violently the moment he hit the stone wall, kicking Bucky in the forehead and breaking free of the restraints in the moment.

Before Leon could get to his feet, Bucky was already rolling and kicking his ankle, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall back to the ground.

As a combination of traditional martial arts and modern martial arts, Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu has a natural advantage for one-on-one hand-to-hand combat in this narrow environment, while the ancient hand-to-hand combat practiced by Li Ang in his previous life did not have much accumulation of ground skills, and it was inevitable that he would suffer a big loss at the first touch.

Bucky threw Leon to the ground and grabbed him by the collar, crossed his thighs around his neck, and pressed his head down with both hands to form the most efficient closed defensive triangle choke in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, holding Leon's breath like an iron shackle.

The expression on Leon's face was hideous and terrifying, and he struggled to pick up Bucky and smash him against the stone wall, but the other party could bear it as easily as a breeze.

His brain was screaming and begging for oxygen, and all the knots in his body were squeezing his potential, and Leon's vision was already black and blurred, and the tinnitus and cochlea echoed like heavy metal rock.

"You know, when I was just a moon old, my mother sent me to the Gotham City almshouse."

Bucky looked at Leon blushing for a long time, opened his mouth, tried to absorb a trace of non-existent oxygen, and said, "That almshouse is in the eastern part of the city, and it was demolished a few years ago, you know?" ”

Leon could barely hear what he was saying, and could only weakly try to break Bucky's shackles.

"That almshouse, well, what do you say? The atmosphere is very good, with Bible reading, singing hymns, and occasionally a snack or something. ”

Bucky looked at Leon's constant struggle indifferently, and continued in an urn, "Until one day, the bishop of the city, Mr. Gleeson, who was widely loved by the townspeople, took seven or eight of the children of our choir to his house and said that some special 'exorcism ceremony' was to be performed. ”

His eyes, hidden under his gas mask, crossed the gloomy sewers, over the concrete floor, and seemed to be somewhere unknown, "There were also some big names who were going to perform the ceremony, the speaker of the Gotham City Council, the president of the Gotham Urban Development Foundation, the president of the Gotham Times, the boss of Gotham TV, and even a gold medal host who was a frequent presence on the morning news. ”

"Can you imagine that the 'exorcism ceremony' was carried out very successfully, these fat-headed, big-eared, glamorous characters performed the exorcism again and again, almost everyone in the choir took their turns, and even some unlucky children were played to death because they were too cute."

Bucky smiled as Leon's eyes turned white as he gradually lost the strength to struggle, "By the time they are fourteen, fifteen or sixteen, the children in the almshouse are no longer 'pure' and 'beautiful', and the 'exorcism ritual' will abandon them and banish them to the streets to fend for themselves. ”

"It's not that no one is trying to expose the call for help, but whoever dares to do so, his body will be found in some dark corner of the city the next day."

Bucky gently rubbed Leon's hair, looked at his bruised face, and said, "So I went from a little boy in the choir to a bandit who did all kinds of evil, and Mr. Clown led us to destroy those who had presided over the 'exorcism ceremony' in various ways. But do you know what's the funniest part? The obituaries in the newspapers the next day were always marked 'Mourning,' as if the dead elite were really Gotham City's symbols of light and justice. ”

Bucky shook his head and sighed softly, "Gotham is a fallen Gotham, and the port is a port for the wicked. ”

Leon fell to the ground, his eyes cloudy, his neck reddened, his chest seemed to have lost its heaviness, and only his lips were still muttering.

Bucky let go of the triangular twist and leaned over his ear to Leon's mouth to listen.

“..... You're talking too much.... Idiot. ”

Bang, gunshots rang out, flashes of fire, and spinning bullets slice through Bucky's skull, piercing through the dangling brain, splashing red and white on the wall.

The girl emerged from behind the corner, trembling with fear and nervousness, carrying a bandit pistol picked up from the ground, and a little smoke drifting from the muzzle.