"What do you want to do?"

Wang Dali, who cooperated with these gang members, tried his best to perform, but he was not from a professional class after all, so his expression and tone were a little strange, and he almost laughed out loud.

However, it is precisely his somewhat strange state that makes the people around him think that he is afraid of this.

"Want to get out?"

The smile on the face of the Slavic man, combined with the hideous scar from the corner of his left eyebrow to the right side of his face, was no joke to scare a crying child.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the locked door of the restaurant, and although he didn't know what he wanted to do, the people around him, who guessed that it was not a good thing, happily gave way.

"I ......"

Boom!

Wang Dali had just opened his mouth to say something, when he heard a loud bang, and the locked door of the restaurant was directly slammed open by a car. The resulting dust filled the small restaurant, choking on the trachea with their breathing, causing many people to cough off guard.

Among them, the most angry is undoubtedly the restaurant owner.

"Ahem,! Ahem, who dared to break through my door! I'm going to kill—"

Coughing, the restaurateur fumbled to pick up his double-barreled rifle. As the dust gradually settled, a black batchariot appeared in front of everyone that the people of Gotham City would never ignore and could not ignore.

"Batman !!!!!"

The owner of the restaurant and the other gang members who saw the car screamed in amazement, and they couldn't even hold their guns steadily. But at this moment, a tall black figure quietly stepped out from behind him.

In society, I Wei Ge, people don't talk much. Batman, who stared at a pair of dark eyes, slapped the restaurant owner on the back of the head, only to see him roll his eyes and immediately faint.

But in Gotham City, it's not just Batman who is ruthless, and these gang members are not far behind. They didn't care about the life or death of the restaurant owner who was the intermediary between the two parties, and they all pulled out their pistols from various parts of their bodies and continuously shot in the direction where Batman was.

Bang bang!

The sound of intense gunfire rang out from the restaurant's smashed door, and it didn't take long to grab the attention of the Gotham City Police Department. In a city like Gotham, four or five night patrol cars every night is a certainty.

So, in order not to be disturbed by the police, Batman sped up his work efficiency.

Spun his bulletproof cape, blocking all the bullets that were fired at him and the poor boss underground, Batman dodged in front of the Slavic man who was still smiling just now.

At this time, his face was completely devoid of the banter he had just faced Wang Dali, and was replaced by extreme nervousness and horror.

After discovering that Batman is close to him, his gaze is even as helpless as a child.

At this time, the younger brothers who usually followed him had no effect at all, and some of them retreated one after another because of fear. In a brief moment of desperation, he met Batman's sandbag-sized, black-gloved fist.

Boom!

Oh OvO, that must have hurt!

Realizing that the pistol was not very useful, several emaciated youths of the Mexican gang all looked hateful. They pulled out their shiny dog-legged knives from behind their waists and approached Batman, ready to engage him in close combat; On the contrary, it seems that the tall Slavic men are hiding behind, their eyes dodging, as if they are likely to take advantage of this opportunity to escape.

Unfortunately, their retreat made them the first target of Batman's cleanup.

It's like Batman has a small arsenal with him, and you'll never guess what he's going to do next from behind his seemingly empty cape.

For example, this time, he took out a powerful flashbang and threw it hard at Wang Dali's back, where the group of Slavic men were.

Then, Batman lifts his cape, temporarily blocking his view.

As a burst of bright light flashed, the wails and screams in the restaurant came and went.

"Ahh

"My eyes!"

"Help!! I won't dare next time!! ”

It is not only the Slavic man who is highly nervous and stares at Batman's every move. Although they were hurt the most because of their concentration, this directly led to the fact that now they could only lie on the ground one by one, and the sharp pain in front of them was accompanied by darkness.

There are also a few young Mexicans who subconsciously turned back.

In Batman's dictionary, there is no word like a fair fight. Lord Wayne has always believed that if you can't kill you with your fists, you will be stoned to death with money, and if you can't be killed with money, you will be killed with your fists and money.

TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE BLINDNESS DEBUFF IN MANY OF THE OPPONENT'S PEOPLE, BATMAN RUSHED INTO THE CROWD AND MADE AN OLD PUNCH, CAUSING THE MEXICAN GANG KNIFE-WIELDING YOUTHS TO SCREAM AND FALL DOWN ONE AFTER ANOTHER.

After knocking everyone who was standing unconscious, Batman meticulously mended every guy who fell to the ground but still had the strength to wail. One punch, that's called a quick and accurate ruthlessness, to ensure that you don't need a second blow to faint.

When only he and Wang Dali were standing in the restaurant, Batman had a few torn cloaks behind him, and he didn't mean to talk to Wang Dali. He stepped over the unconscious criminals and walked straight for his Batmobile.

"Hey Bruce, it's so late, can you give me a ride?"

In the face of Wang Dali's shout, Batman had no intention of stopping. Although he was shocked, he ostensibly returned with his own instrumentally altered voice.

At the same time, Bruce Wayne decided that when he returned, he must investigate Wang Dali, a foreigner, to see if the other party happened to call out his name, or if he really knew something.

"Don't be in such a hurry, Bruce."

Beside Batman, Wang Dali gently patted him on the shoulder, making the other party subconsciously swing his fist behind him.

Wang Dali tilted his head slightly, dodging his punch and the ensuing series of elbows and knees.

"Who are you?"

At this time, Batman will no longer think that Wang Dali is just an irrelevant person affected by this gang exchange. He glared at Wang Dali with the cold eyes of an ordinary criminal who would be frightened when he saw it,

However, Wang Dali was completely unmoved. It's as if it wasn't him who was stared at by Batman, but the gang members who had passed out in a coma.

"Since I'm going out with you to fight crime, I'm sure I'm going to give myself a name for a bright spot. Since you're called Batman, ......"

Faced with the 'death gaze' from Batman, Wang Dali was even in the mood to give himself a nickname.

"I'm called the Dark Knight, what do you say?"