In the face of the endless chatter and chatter of Wang Dali, Batman was able to turn a deaf ear. It's just that every time he is about to bypass Wang Dali, as long as he changes to the opposite side, Wang Dali will block his way before he can take a step.

"Hey Bruce, do you think I'm right? I think so. You know, I ......"

Looking at Wang Dali, who was talking endlessly and seemed to be able to say that he had not repeated it for an hour, Batman pulled the corner of his eye: Should I give him a punch? It seems like I really should give him a punch? I'd better give him a punch!

And Wang Dali's next 'Gotham City Famous Quotes' became the last straw that stirred up his anger.

"Bruce, hy so serious?"

Call!

The black leather gloves and the strong gray arms that followed swept across Wang Dali's right cheek, and the fist wind that he brought up blew his short hair, and what couldn't be blown was Batman's still cold and cold eyes.

The left foot took a step forward, and the old man took advantage of the situation with a fast and fierce left hand hook. If you are an ordinary criminal, you will have to be knocked out at least half of your teeth by Batman.

But when he arrived at Wang Dali, he saw that his legs did not move, his waist bent down suddenly, and he dodged the blow again with a very standard ninety-degree iron plate bridge.

"What's your relationship with the Joker?"

From Wang Dali's previous actions, Batman judged that the other party had not received systematic and rigorous training like him, and relied on a far beyond ordinary people, even beyond his own reaction ability and physical ability.

Like this enemy, Batman will generally figure out the opponent's combat habits, set up traps and guide the opponent to step in, and use his IQ to defeat him.

It's a pity that this time he ran into Wang Dali, an opponent who is used to talking with his fists, and his fists are particularly big.

"You ask me what my relationship with the clown is?"

When he spoke, the smile on Wang Dali's face remained the same, not at all like he had been attacked by Batman just now.

"If I have to say, it's probably that I know him, but he doesn't know my relationship."

After hearing Wang Dali's words, Batman frowned.

Could it be that Harley, an extreme admirer of the Joker?

That's not good.

Coldly staring at Wang Dali's black eyes, which were smiling on his face but not fluctuating at all, Batman made a decision in his heart and quietly pressed a button on his belt.

We must solve each other today, if we let such a guy with far more strength than ordinary people and the clown and that madman get together, the destructive power is not as simple as one plus one plus.

Who knows what kind of 'big scene' the clown's neuropathy with no lower limit will make after getting the help of the guy in front of him.

Swish!

In the words of Batman, there is no such thing as a sneak attack to lose face. When he looked at Wang Dali, he unexpectedly took off two bat darts from the cloak behind him, and threw his hand at Wang Dali.

A batarang, with a sharp edge, cut through the air along the way, causing a slight wind breaking sound. Wang Dali didn't look at it, crossed his arms left and right, and gently stretched out the index finger and middle finger of his hands, as if the two had cooperated countless times beforehand, and easily caught the two silver batarangs shot by Batman.

"Wow, what a souvenir! Thank you for your kindness, I took it. ”

The batmang, which is very delicately made and is both a murder weapon and a work of art, comes to himself. Wang Dali flipped up and down, sighed and put it in his pocket.

Seeing his move, the corners of Batman's eyes jumped again. He's been in Gotham for decades, he's seen arrogant, I've never seen you so arrogant.

In Gotham City, Wang Dali was the first to dare to stuff the batmang thrown by Batman directly into his pocket.

However, Uncle Bruce said that I can use this kind of thing to fill your pockets with such a thing as a batmang!

He stretched his hands back at the same time, pulling out a dozen batrangs directly from the labyrinth of his cloak. Brushing and brushing, Bruce swung his two strong and powerful thighs, constantly changing his position and shooting darts, steadily and quickly throwing out the twelve batrangs like scattered flowers.

Facing the batarang, which collided with each other in various arcs, straight lines, and even two pieces that collided halfway through, thus changing the trajectory, Wang Dali smiled even more happily. It's as if what he has in front of him is not one batrang after another that can be cold and sharp, but one piece of gold after another.

Yes, a trip to Gotham City can bring back so many souvenirs. You know, this is all Batman's 'hand-in-hand' for himself.

But just when Wang Dali took all the batarang with a very light movement, and finally turned his back to Batman, the bat chariot that had stopped on the side and received Bruce's order had quietly warmed up.

After several crazy modifications, the engine increased its speed from zero to 80 kilometers per hour in one second, and took its own two-ton body and slammed it into the back of the seemingly unaware Wang.

According to Wang Dali's previous physical fitness, Batman judged that even if he was hit by his own car, he would cause multiple fractures at most, and his life should be fine, and it would not violate his concept of 'not killing'.

There are no shortage of monsters in Gotham City, like Bane, who had his spine broken by Batman, and who was able to escape from prison after two months.

However, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, when the Batmobile was about to hit him, Wang Dali turned his head violently, raised his hand and smashed it with a punch.

Rumble!

The loud bang caused by Wang's fist colliding with the Batmobile was like a tank fire, directly shattering the few surviving glass windows next to the restaurant. The defense was comparable to that of a heavy tank's black Batmobile, and the streamlined curved body of the front of the car was smashed into a hole the size of a basketball.

Among them, two layers of five-centimeter-thick alloy plates with bulletproof, compression-resistant, and shock-absorbing capabilities were like plastic plates in Wang Dali's hands, which were cleanly penetrated by his fists.

"Ah, I'm sorry."

Breathing in the strange smell emitted by the Batmobile's engine destruction, and pulling out his fist from the hole deep in the car, Wang Dali smiled apologetically at Batman, whose body suddenly tensed.

"Looks like you're going to fly back on your wings tonight!"

Another monster!

Two thick brows like the back of a knife were pressed, Batman's body sank slightly, and he looked at his Batmobile, which had broken its phase, and was ready for a hard battle.

However, Wang Dali had no intention of completely defeating Batman. He still expects Batman, an old driver, to take him to have a good time in this smoky Gotham City.