Gotham City at night, Diamond District, a water filtration plant.

Three trucks are parked side by side at the gate of a water treatment plant, which is a rare occurrence for a water treatment plant that has closed its doors.

In the depths of the water treatment plant, in one of the most open rooms, four chandeliers contribute their incandescent light, illuminating the four corners of the room. The room was full of people, all heavily armed, holding submachine guns of various models, some with bullets wrapped around their shoulders, like the panaches of a military base.

But it's not a military base or a government agency, it's Gotham's home for the bullies of the Penguins.

That's right, this water treatment plant is Oswald the Penguin? Chesterfield? Copote's arms stash in Gotham's Diamond District. As Gotham City's most powerful land snake, the Penguins have similar arsenals throughout the city, bringing in new weapons and ammunition from time to time.

Today is the day of the delivery of supplies.

Two high-ranking bandits stood side by side, supervising the minions carrying boxes full of weapons and ammunition to the vault. This vault is custom-made by the Penguins and is specifically designed to stash munitions and even withstand missile-level bombardment.

The two bandits supervising the work watched and exchanged ears.

"I really don't understand why the boss is so powerful, why he has to mess around in Gotham. Batman, who is said to be the best detective in the world, may find this place one day, and I heard that the boss has suffered a lot at his hands. One of them whispered, "In my opinion, if the Boss went to some other city that was not guarded by a vigilante, or even a city that didn't have Batman to watch, it would definitely be much more imposing than it is now." ”

Another thug snorted, "I've heard a buddy who used to run errands next to the boss say that the boss thinks that only Gotham's style suits him, as if it can give him a sense of home." Weird, huh? I mean, like Oswald? People like Copote will also have such complexes. ”

The gangster sighed, "I haven't seen Batman yet." I've heard that once I saw him, he was dead, didn't I? ”

"Don't listen to rumors, I've seen him, aren't you still alive and well?"

The gangster was suddenly in awe: "Have you seen Batman?" Escaped from him? ”

"I've seen it, but I haven't escaped."

The gangster said, pulled up his shirt, pointed to a scar on his stomach and said proudly, "See? This scar, left by Batman. In addition, he had a fracture in the elbow joint, which he also left behind. But I'm still alive, right? So Batman isn't actually that scary."

"But I heard from a buddy that last week Batman killed a member of some cult and shot him in the head."

"Shot? Are you kidding? Batman doesn't use guns, we all know that. ”

"That could be one of his men," the gangster said, scratching his head, "and this buddy of mine has also heard about it, as if someone has seen it as a female bat"

At this time, the four chandeliers on the roof made a violent sound at the same time. Bright sparks scattered and fell to the ground like rain.

"There is a situation!"

The bandits immediately became nervous, picked up their guns, and looked around with their eyes open.

"Hell, he's not really coming, is he?" The gangster just now shouted with a crying voice.

"Be quiet, pricked up your ears and listen." Another gangster reprimanded, "Everyone separate, wipe your eyes and ears, or we will all die!" ”

No one noticed that in the fence of the underground air-conditioning heating system, a dark figure shrank and quickly approached behind a gangster.

The winged knight, who was crouching under the fence, watched the gangster pass by him, jumped out silently, covered the man's mouth and nose with lightning speed, pressed the back of his head and slammed it into his knee, knocked him unconscious, rested lightly on the ground, and crouched forward like a night owl.

In the darkness, a rope silently shot at the ankle of another gangster. The moment the hook wrapped its claws around his ankles, he screamed in terror and fired in all directions, but he couldn't stop the zipline from lifting him upside down into the air, disappearing into the darkness of the roof with the sound of gunfire and fire.

"Over there!"

The bandits nervously moved closer in this direction. The two gangsters, who were a little further away, were walking down a short staircase, and the winged knight suddenly jumped in front of them out of nowhere. One of them stepped back in horror, tripped on his back on the stairs, knocked his head on the stairs and knocked himself unconscious. The other man raised his gun and was about to shoot, but the winged knight pressed the barrel of the gun down, and in the darkness he silently struck the door with a whip leg, and was kicked unconscious.

In the darkness, one of the gangsters suddenly shouted: "Hey! Where are you going? ”

A voice of response sounded on the other side: "I don't want to bury Colbert's guns and gunpowder, I'm leaving, you can ask for more blessings!" ”

"You guy"

The gangster who ran away didn't notice it, but in the darkness he walked by, a hand was stretched out, and a strong arm strangled his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe, and he couldn't even pronounce a syllable. The gun was aside, and he struggled for a moment with his hands and feet in pain and disorganized before finally stopping.

The Winged Knight lifted him lightly to the ground, unconscious, but his chest heaved but showed that he was still alive.

There are still two people left, and there is no need to hide in Tibet anymore. The Winged Knight jumped straight between the remaining two, and both of them exclaimed in unison, turning their guns to shoot. The Winged Knight crouched down and swept down one of them with one of his sweeping legs, and at the same time snatched the gun from the other's hand, and an elbow hit him in the side of the face, knocking him back several steps.

The man took a few steps back but did not fall, but pulled his collar, showed two sharp knives, and took a fighting stance.

It looks like it's going to be a couple of shots.

The Winged Knight silently punched the guy lying on the ground and stood up.

"Ah~!"

With a shout, as if emboldening himself, the gangster rushed forward brandishing a sharp knife. The two knives shimmered silver in the moonlight cast through the only window, wielding them like two long silver whips.

The Winged Knight took two steps back and dodged the two slashes, and the moment the third slash hit, he suddenly raised his arm and opened the knife with his glove, his right foot kicking forward almost as his arm was raised.

The gangster was hit in the abdomen and took two steps back in pain, but he remained standing, as if he was still trying to adjust and continue to attack. But he had already lost his chance, and the Winged Knight kicked a knife in his left hand with a flick of the leg, and the sole of his right leather boot that rotated 360° hit the man in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

After making up for a knee hit, the gangster was also brought down.

With all that done, Roy stood up and pressed his headset and said, "The Penguin Arsenal has been seized, notify Director Gordon of the address, and ask him to bring someone over to disarm immediately." ”

"Got it." On the other side of the com, Barbara responded.

At this moment, Roy frowned, and noticed a fleeting shadow at the gate.

"Wait," he said, "I seem to have missed one." ”

Mason felt that today must be his lucky day. He was in charge of transporting the Penguin Boss's munitions with his friends, and the lights in the room went out just as he went out to the bathroom. From the outside, he could hear the shouts of his accomplices inside, and from time to time there were gunshots.

He hurried back to the door to help, but when he ran to the door, he thought, if it was really Batman inside, wouldn't it be a futile attempt to die when he went up? So he ran to the door, and he turned around and ran out again.

Outside the water treatment plant was an empty, run-down street, a place Mason was familiar with. He felt that the odds of getting rid of Batman or some other vigilante were not bad.

However, before he could take a few steps, another black figure stopped in front of him.

Mason gasped, lifted his gun, and threatened weakly, "I don't want to get into trouble, get out of the way!" ”

The dark shadow on the opposite side seemed to let out a disdainful chuckle, it seemed to be a woman?

Two minutes later, Roy found it.

He stopped, watched for a few seconds, and then pressed on his headphones to connect to the communication.

"I've found our slippery fish, oracle." "I can't die anymore," he said. ”

P.S. recommends Sanshe's post-apocalyptic masterpiece "Take the supermarket to the end times", interested friends can go and see it.