"Alfred, how's it going?"

Driving the Batmobile through the streets of Gotham, Bruce watches the news on the screen, and it is clear that this is a premeditated crime.

"The chaos has begun, the police are evacuating people, but their goal may not be just to take the city."

"I know!"

In the middle of the crowd, a police officer with a gun can be found holding a gun, and he is also one of the madmen, holding a firearm that is supposed to protect justice and maintain law and order.

And after the video, there is a declaration of a guy in a straw hat hood.

"Hahaha, it's fun, isn't it? That's only five ounces of gas, though, and tonight, I'm going to detonate a huge bomb, yes, a gas bomb. Come on, Gotham City, come on, stinky bat, come to me, hahaha! ”

Scarecrow, Jonathan Crane, he may not have the ability to play such a big battle, Gotham is now so powerful, since he was captured in Arkham, his power has shrunk very much, he can't do it to this extent.

Although the Batmobile is still galloping, Bruce's thinking has never stopped for a moment, the family's excellent genetic inheritance has made him extraordinarily talented, intelligent and excellent, and the arduous training has allowed him to maintain the most calm thinking in the most critical situations.

Soon, the Batmobile stopped, and it was the police station.

Bruce took out his claws and soon appeared on the roof of the building, and Director Gordon had been waiting for a long time.

"There are 60 million people in this city, but I can't guarantee how many will be left in 24 hours!"

Accustomed to the elusiveness of his old friend, Gordon smiled wryly, the chaos on the street was beyond estimate, all the police forces were dispatched, and the two departing bridges and the three subway tunnels were already crowded.

"We need at least seven hours before we can evacuate all the people, and I hope you can help us buy time."

Gordon turned around, but Bruce was gone, and he knew his mission.

"Gain time, then, let's start with dispel!"

Landing on the Batmobile, Bruce contacts Afu and begins to choose a target for his next operation.

"There was a massive fire on the Upper West Side and Chinatown, and a group of people were stopped by them."

The roar of engines instantly resounded through the streets, and the chariots that spewed flames drove in the direction of the Upper West Side, like the seats of the gods.

It wasn't long before Bruce arrived, and instead of getting out of the car, he sat in the car, watching the chaos in the distance, and casually pressed a button.

"Bang!"

A tear gas gas is thrown into the middle of the gang members who are fighting for turf, and at the same time, a special, somewhat satellite-like decoration on the Batmobile is revealed.

"Beep!"

The piercing sound waves caused both sides of the fight to cover their ears involuntarily, and the continuous release of tear gas made them even more painful and tearful, so they had to reluctantly throw down their weapons and begin to scatter and flee.

"Let's go, get out of here."

It wasn't until there was no one on the street that Bruce got out of the car and approached the shivering civilians hiding behind a building, motioning for them to cross the bridge and leave.

"Thank you, Batman!"

Looking at the innocent smile of a little girl in his arms, Bruce felt as if he had been hit, and the corners of his mouth barely squeezed out a smile, and then quickly returned to his original state, got back in the car, and rushed to the next location.

"The Upper East Side has found traces of Black Mask, and in addition, the Old Town has found the Penguin Copote's whereabouts."

Bruce's expression changed, the two of them were not close to each other, but now he could not hesitate, he had to make a choice.

The engine sounded, and Batman was like a black angel, galloping in the night, saving the people.

Bruce was on the Upper West Side just now, and the Old Town was closer to him, so after a brief weighing, he chose to go to the Old Town first, but what he didn't expect was that when he arrived at the Old Town, the Penguins had already left.

"Sir, a bank on the Upper East Side has been ransacked, and it seems, they guessed that you would go to the Old Town first."

The news from Afu made Bruce feel very unhappy, he didn't like the feeling of being led away, but the problem now was that he couldn't help it, he didn't have the skills, and the enemy was clearly trying to wear him down.

This is Yang Mou, he must choose to save one, and he will inevitably choose to save the nearest one, even if he went to the Upper East Side just now, as long as he receives the news of his appearance, the penguin people will do it.

"They've got a partnership, they're not going it alone, and we have to be careful about that."

Bruce started the Batmobile, and tonight, he couldn't stop, even if the enemy was tired, he had to keep fighting until he was tired.

Now, he could only hope that he would be able to get ahead of the enemy, catch them before they escape, and catch them all before he was exhausted.

"He's fooled."

The scarecrow watched as the figure disappeared from the surveillance, and horrific laughter filled the room.

"No, he knew it was a trap, but he didn't have anything better."

A tall figure appeared behind the scarecrow, the mask on his mouth made his face invisible, and his voice was a little muffled, but this did not prevent him from bringing horror to others.

Slade, who was leaning against the door, looked at the two people in front of him planning there, but his mind couldn't help but drift to three days ago, since he became a death knell, he lost to others in the rhythm of the battle for the first time, and was suppressed by others for the first time.

"That little ghost."

Slade glanced at the only knife left, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and he was looking forward to meeting that guy again, and then snatching his knife back.

Black phantoms roam the city, and in the shadows, a group of demons are plotting to take the life of an angel of the same color as them, but extremely holy.

"Gotham, you don't need Batman, you don't need stinky bats!"

Looking at Wang Hao, who was boxing slowly not far away, an idea suddenly popped up in Alfred's heart.

"Gotham needs more Batman, no, Batman can't fight alone anymore, he needs help."