That night, Wang Hai stayed overnight in Bruce's Wayne Manor.

The next day, he changed into a new and decent black suit.

This set of luxury suits, jointly designed and hand-sewn by more than a dozen famous Italian craftsmen, was a gift from Bruce Wayne to Wang Hai.

Wang Hai happily accepted it, and when he wore it, he suddenly felt extremely energetic and radiant, and sure enough, the world's top suit felt different when he wore it.

At noon, he enjoyed a high-end banquet at Bruce's house and chatted about his life pursuits, only to find out that he and Bruce had always had serious differences in the concept of fighting gangsters.

From the viewpoint of cracking down on the gangsters, Wang Hai advocated countering violence with violence, wounding and maiming them, especially for the high-level forces of the gangs, and even more so to annihilate them in one fell swoop and eliminate all the most evil forces at the source.

Bruce firmly believes that as long as the government's institutional mechanism can be effectively improved and optimized, and the people's legal literacy and moral conscience can be significantly improved and sublimated, the gangster power will naturally gradually dissipate, and even abandon evil and follow good and give back to society.

Embodied in the meeting of Gotham City's biggest gangsters, Wang Hai decided to kill the head of crime, Kim and Fisk, but Bruce decided that Wang Hai should not have done so.

If the Hand and Club hadn't provoked Wang Hai, for the sake of his friend Batman Bruce Wayne, he wouldn't have dealt with them even if he knew that the Hand Peace Club was a huge criminal syndicate. First, Gotham City still has her own messenger of justice, Batman, and second, this is a manifestation of respect for friends.

But then it turned out that the Hand Wakan not only set fire to his new home, but even sent vicious girls to trick and booby trap him.

These two vicious breaths are difficult for Wang Hai, who has a bold personality, to swallow.

Driven by the fireworks of revenge, Wang Hai finally left Wayne Manor without saying goodbye and headed towards the Fisk Business Building single-handedly.

Wang Hai plans to take Jin He's life before sunset!

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On the quiet shores of Lake Lane, there are few vehicles coming and going, mainly pedestrians on foot.

The spectacular urban complex, hidden in the reflection of willows, crisscrosses and complements each other.

Wang Hai walked on the lakeside path, with the help of the shade of willows, the warm and cool breath came to his face, comfortable and comfortable.

Two kilometres further on, you will find the Fisker Business Building.

Fisk Business Tower is the third tallest building in Gotham City after Wayne Tower and City Hall.

Even two kilometers away, Wang Hai could clearly observe the specific location of the Fisk Business Building, as well as the big iconic word at the top of the building, Fisk.

Suddenly!

A bald head driving a cool motorized motorcycle accelerated viciously from behind Wang Hai.

In fact, even if this motorcycle is hit, the tough Wang Hai will not be harmed, but it is always better to dodge in time than to be run over by a dirty tire.

A simple sideways, agile Wang Hai easily dodged the first round of attacks from the bullseye.

"Nope! I never miss! ”

It was just that he didn't hit the target, and the bullseye roared almost hysterically, as if the matter of deviating from the target was an incomparably huge matter for him.

With the screeching sound of rubber tires rubbing the ground, a beautiful motorcycle drifted from the bullseye, and the front part of the car was once again aimed at Wang Hai more than ten meters away.

Woo!

The bullseye accelerated sharply, and his eyes locked on Wang Hai's body, driving the motorcycle to crash into it like a thunderbolt.

This time, Wang Hai did not choose to dodge.

Instead, he stood on his legs, used his explosive muscular arms to gather strength, and when the opponent's motorcycle head reached in front of him, he reached out his hands and grabbed the motorcycle head with lightning speed.

With the force of his waist, he directly lifted the motorcycle weighing thousands of pounds high and threw it to the lake not far away with the bullseye on the motorcycle.

Because Wang Hai's movements were too fast and a little unexpected, the bullseye on the motorcycle didn't react for a while, and by the time he reacted, he had already fallen into the river with people and cars.

"Such garbage deserves to assassinate me?"

Wang Hai turned around disdainfully and continued to walk in the direction of Fisk Business Building.

"How dare you insult me for being garbage!"

Under the lakeside, the bullseye climbed up in embarrassment, quickly took out a silver-white metal nail from the pocket of his clothes, and shot it fiercely at Wang Hai not far away.

"Die!"

Although his back was facing the bull's-eye, Wang Hai, who had a keen sense of hearing, still felt the sound of a cold wind breaking behind him.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be a hidden shooting weapon shaped like an iron nail.

Wang Hai quickly turned around, raised his right hand and stretched out his thumb and index finger, and pinched the metal nail with unmistakable accuracy.

It was beyond Wang Hai's expectations, and even though Wang Hai had caught it, it still slipped out between his fingers.

The only explanation is that the recoil of this metal nail is huge!

What exactly is a shooting weapon capable of shooting such strange metal nails?

Just as Wang Hai was thinking, the bullseye projected a second metal nail into Wang Hai's face.

This time, Wang Hai saw very clearly that the other party was actually using his own hand as a shooting weapon!

After learning of this incident, Wang Hai's vigilance immediately increased several times - this bald head with a target tattoo on his forehead was not a simple incompetent.

Laugh at!

Wang Hai hurriedly raised his hand in front of his face and blocked it, but the palm of his hand was shot through a small hole about two millimeters in diameter because of this.

Crimson blood flowed outward along the holes.

If it was an ordinary pistol bullet, Wang Hai's palm would never be shot through, and the maximum damage would be nothing more than wearing out the skin.

However, the projection force of the bullseye's right arm is not inferior to the chemical reaction driving force of a pistol, and the two-millimeter-wide metal nail is too slender, and the resulting physical pressure is several times greater than that of a pistol bullet, so it is not surprising that Wang Hai's palm was punctured.

"Hehe, the bullseye never misses!"

Bullseye smiled sinisterly, and with a sinister laugh, he once again projected a fourth metal nail towards Wang Hai.

Wang Hai hurriedly raised his arms and used his strong arms to protect his weak face and throat.

Then, at the cost of his arm being pierced by a metal nail and bleeding, he opened his legs and ran at full speed towards the bullseye more than 20 meters away.

For a ranged attacker, a reasonable distance is a key factor in being invincible.

However, when it loses enough distance, that is the beginning of the loss of life.

As long as the gap between the two sides is small enough, Wang Hai, who has the power of metamorphosis, can blow up the bullseye's head with just one punch!