The rumbling sound was continuous, like a gust of wind passing through the night, the sound of Gotham's overnight train speeding by. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Gotham Railroad stretches in all directions, like a spider's web entrenched throughout the city, and the silk threads stretch into every tiniest corner of the city. It was built by Thomas Wayne, the former president of the Wayne Group, and it was like a thread connecting all the corners of the city.

Thomas often said that the people of the city were always suffering, that countless poor people needed far more help than they already had, and that it was the duty of all of their wealthy people to lend a hand. His spirit influenced quite a few people during that time...... Until he died.

But the railroad has been preserved, just as Thomas had envisioned. Centered around the Wayne Tower, it connects every area in the huge Night City. Trains depart around the clock, with 24-hour departures to almost everywhere in the day, and are the best public transport system in the country, with the departure times of each train being displayed on large LED signs at stations.

However, this train is not on the departure list.

Eric followed Batman on top of the speeding midnight train, the Dark Knight's cloak fluttering violently in the wind.

"In fact, I recently investigated Wayne Enterprises." As Batman moved forward, he said, "Internal records that I have found through certain sources show that Bruce Wayne used this train in his private name. He arranged it privately, not even for public records, as if to hide it from the public. ”

Eric's subconscious asked, "Why?" ”

"That's why we're here."

Eric secretly wondered in his heart, wasn't it Bruce in front of him? And who else but him would have such a midnight dress like a mammal?

So if this train was arranged privately by himself, then what did they come here to investigate? Could it be that this guy has really lived a life of dual identity for too long, and finally refined?

He shook off this thought, which seemed to be nonsense, and finally didn't ask. After all, it stands to reason that he shouldn't know Batman's identity by now.

"By the way, I've always wanted to ask," Eric began, "what's the matter with the big guy who attacked me earlier?" Addicted to drugs? ”

"Almost." Batman explained, "Last night, I met an old friend of mine in Arkham Asylum who used the same potion, but in a larger and more potent dose than the one you encountered today. I took a serum sample and analyzed it, and found that this potion can be used to dispel the fear in the human heart, and can greatly activate the physical ability, so that the human muscle can be incredibly strengthened. ”

"But that has side effects." Eric Road.

"Yes, that comes at a price." "The human body itself rejects the potion, and the end result is blood flowing out of the eye sockets and squirting out of the nasal membranes, which can cause permanent damage if not stopped in time." ”

"Sounds scary."

"It's unimaginable." Batman said, "You don't know about Gotham, this kind of thing is going to cause a lot of chaos in the market. I must find out the source of the potion and destroy it once and for all. ”

By this he had stopped, half-crouching down.

"I burst in through this carriage." "There were four people in there, all with guns in their hands," he said. ”

Eric smiled, "Piece of cake." ”

Inside the carriage.

The incandescent tube flashed out twice without warning, and then went out with a "buzz". Darkness silently broke in, taking over the carriage.

The four armed guards were startled and immediately went on alert. In Gotham, you'll have to learn to get familiar with one thing - if all the lights that reach you go out at the same time, it could mean you're about to face the worst nightmare of your criminal career.

"Bang!"

The left and right windows cracked open at the same time, and two figures shot in.

Gunshots rang out, and the flickering light of the fire lit up the pitch-black space intermittently, like a camera snapping continuously. Batman landed and rolled as he caught the batrang, and two darts spun out, knocking the guns of the two guards with precision. The black shadow spread its cloak like a six-foot bat spreading its wings, flapping and flying quickly.

A guard on the left subconsciously punched, but almost at the moment of the punch, his arm was twisted by the grappling technique, and a force along the direction of his shot was pulled, and his whole person was taken by his arm over the shoulder and fell, and before he could relive the shock of close contact with the floor, the black fist fell according to the bridge of his nose and knocked him unconscious.

Of course, all of this happened in an instant, and the other did not react until his companion fell, and the "brush" showed a cool dagger, revealing a resolute ruthlessness. He tried his best to pretend to be fearless, and the light of his sword swung like a curtain.

The guard seemed to know a little bit of skill, and he danced a dagger decently. Batman calmly avoided the edge and took two steps back, the sharp cold in his eyes wandering between the blades, looking for a flaw.

The black cloak shook violently, and Batman's right foot flew up, and with just one move, he broke through the seemingly airtight knife light, and kicked the opponent's chest hard, kicking him to fall down immediately, and the dagger was thrown far away.

Compared to Batman's side, Eric's way of solving the battle here is much more brutal and simple. After he broke through the window, he flashed in front of one of the guards almost instantly with the increase in physical fitness of the armor power system, and with a push on the opponent's chest, the guard flew out upside down as if he was being pulled by a huge force, and slammed into the door panel at the end of the carriage and fainted.

The other hurriedly turned the muzzle of his gun and spat out a long tongue of fire at Eric. Bullets flew across the silver deck of the armor on the chest of the Amozo armor, and the sparks were like miniature versions of summer fireworks.

But that didn't stop him from moving forward, and the armor's astonishing explosiveness made him flash in front of the guy in the blink of an eye. Eric knocked the gun off with his knee, grabbed him by the collar with one hand, and lifted it upwards with a sharp lift, his arm armor let out a low sound similar to that of an engine, and the whole guard was thrown onto the roof of the car, and after his back knocked the ceiling upward, he fell limply back to the ground, and there was no movement.

After a split second to settle the battle, Eric and Batman looked at each other and continued to walk towards the last carriage.

At this moment, the carriage door burst open, and the metal door panel collapsed as if it had been hit by an astonishing external force. Thick smoke poured out from behind the door, and a tall silhouette appeared behind it.

It is clear that another guy fortified with the same drug.

Both men were ready for battle.

The big guy didn't seem to be able to get through such a small door, so he reached out and pinched each side of the door frame with his hands, and violently ripped it apart to help himself get into the carriage.

After seeing the identity of the person who came, both of them couldn't help but shrink their pupils, and they forgot to fight back in surprise for a while.

"Bruce ......!?" Batman muttered.

The gigantic figure that appeared behind the door was actually Bruce Wayne.