In the frenzied atmosphere of the cabaret, the door was violently kicked open, and a man who was dressed out of place walked in quickly.

Dressed in black armor, with a hellish red bat mark, and a bat mask that looks terrifying under the lighting effects of the dance hall, he is a winged knight.

Roy strode inside, and some of the people near the door spotted him and got out of the way in horror. Two security guards drew their guns and rushed to him, and before he could speak, he saw Roy grab the barrel of the gun with one hand, and at the same time fly up and kick the pistol in the other person's hand, and then put down the two with an elbow and a sweep leg.

"All of them!" He shouted at maximum volume, and his voice was particularly gloomy after being processed by the voice changer and speakers, "Get out!" ”

There was a panicked commotion, and the people who had just been shouting suddenly stopped, rushed to the exit, and walked away in less than a minute.

More security guards surrounded him. Roy strode against the crowd rushing towards the door, knocking out two security guards who were trying to shoot him with two darts in his hand. Then he rolled over a table with chess and drinks, and struck the head of another security guard with a gun. Then he raised his hand and shot the batclaw, grabbed the other man by the collar and pulled him through the air, and slammed an over-the-shoulder fall on the table, smashing it in half.

All the security guards fell to the ground, and Roy continued to enter lightly, came to the door of the manager's office, kicked the door open, and walked in.

The manager of the dance hall, of course, did not know what was happening, and at this time sat in his chair and raised his hands, and said: "Dude, I don't know what you want, but I am a law-abiding businessman." You know you're trespassing, right? ”

"I've done a lot of this."

Roy whispered, pulling him out of his chair, from the side of the manager's desk, and against the wall with his collar.

"There's a guy who died." "Did the bullet used by the gunman be a custom-made 7.62mm bullet coated with a highly toxic substance from South America, does that remind you of anything?" ”

Experience innocently spreading his hands: "I'm a law-abiding citizen, I just opened a dance hall here, how can I know about killers and bullets?" ”

"Then it seems that you don't have a good memory, let me help you recall."

Roy threw him out of the window of the manager's office onto the balcony outside, jumping out with him, lifting his upper body to the edge of the balcony as if he could fall with a push.

The manager was obviously flustered, and beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, but he still said stiffly: "You know, I can't die if I fall down from the second floor." ”

"Of course you can't die." Roy said coldly, "Who can still open your mouth to me when you die?" ”

After saying that, he pushed the manager down with a force. The manager screamed "ahh

Roy followed him right behind and jumped off the balcony - of course, with the shock-absorbing effect of a uniform, and jumping from the second floor would not hurt him. He crouched down beside the manager and said, "I think you might want to get medical attention as soon as possible, so we'll finish it as quickly as we can." Tell me, do you recognize this bullet? ”

The manager's face was distorted by pain, and he gritted his teeth and admitted, "Yes, yes." ”

"Who bought it?" Roy continued to press.

"Floyd? Lawton. The manager said bitterly, "The international police call him 'Death Shooter' because this guy is said to have missed a shot." He's the best killer of the best, and I've heard that he can snipe at least any joint of a target from two kilometers away. ”

"Where can I find him?" Roy asked again.

"I don't know." The manager said, "He picked up the goods in person and never gave us an address." That's what we do, never asking too much about our clients' private **"

"Good." Roy stood up and fired a zipline somewhere in the sky, "You can call an ambulance now." ”

"Death shooter, death shooter, oh, there you have it."

In the winged knight stronghold, Barbara called up the corresponding information on the screen and said, "Real name Floyd? Lawton, who is recorded on the computer in the Batcave. ”

"Tell me about it." Roy asked.

Barbara browsed for a moment and said, "Well, there's a rather sad backstory. Freud? Lawton was still a local, born on the island of Nai Ho in Gotham, well, you weren't in Gotham at that time, you don't know, Nai Ho Island was quite chaotic at that time, and it was also the most chaotic part of the slums, and people died almost every day. One day, a group of thugs burst into the dealer's house and fired a total of 60 bullets, 23 of which landed at Lawton's house, whose parents and sister Wuyi survived. God, I'm kind of starting to sympathize with this tragic killer. ”

Roy was unmoved: "Give me some useful information." ”

"Okay." Barbara continued to scroll down through the material, "Well, he's been in Gotham, but it's weird to be caught by Batman and then held in Bellev Prison for a long time. He was supposed to be imprisoned for life, but now he was free to move again. ”

"Prison break?"

"There is no record of this." "All of his whereabouts since he was imprisoned in Bellev Prison have been classified as highly classified by an organization called Argus. And about this organization called the 'Sky Eye Society', well, it's also highly classified, and we don't know anything about it. ”

"It's a shame that it looks like we're working in vain again." Barbara sighed.

Roy stared at the screen without saying a word for a moment, and suddenly said, "The page just now, turn it back." ”

Barbara did as she was told.

"Floyd? Footnote," Roy continued, "Photos. ”

Barbara clicked on the picture column and said, "What happened to some of the photos left by the prisoners when they were registered?" ”

"His tattoos." Roy said, pointing to Lawton's picture.

Barbara looked at the photo one by one, squinted her eyes and studied it for a while, and said suspiciously: "I don't know much about tattoos, what is it?" ”

"I don't know much, but I know the symbols." "It's a Slavic tattoo with the player's name and the corresponding jersey number, and I believe it's a football club from Chechnya. ”

"Oh, I remember." "Lawton's career as a killer has taken him all over the world, but he's spent the longest time in Russia outside of the United States. ”

"Maybe it was that life during that time that made him a fan in Chechnya." "It's unfortunate that he's back in Gotham, because there aren't a lot of places where you can watch Chechnya's ball games with satellite signals." I guess for a fan from Russia, he can't wait to watch his favorite team play now. ”

At this point, Barbara was already tapping on the keyboard very tacitly. A map of Gotham pops up, and an area is constantly expanded, with red satellite markers marking three locations.

"It looks like we're pretty lucky." "There are two bars and a hotel with satellite signals to watch the Chechen football game, and these two bars are very close to this hotel. ”

"That makes it more likely that our shooters will live here." Roy said, "Where?" ”

Barbara dragged the mouse and clicked on one of the three red dots, and a string of English letters immediately popped up.

"The Bathherville Hotel." As Barbara spoke, Jade Finger continued to tap quickly on the keyboard, "I'm hacking into this hotel's server right now to check the housing registration status in room 208. I guess someone is going to visit the best killer in the world? ”

Roy had already taken out his gear at the moment.

"Be careful." Barbara admonished, "He's dangerous. ”

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