Perhaps it was because of the new director Forbes's explanation that "I saw the disguised vigilantes shoot first and then question", and the prison guards rushed in and saw Roy sweeping a shuttle of bullets from a distance without saying a word.

Roy turned around and ran, his dark armor disappearing into the darkness for a moment.

"Ceasefire first!"

After shooting into the darkness for a while, it looked like one of the leading prison guards shouting.

The gunfire stopped briefly, and several prison guards tentatively took a few steps forward, turning on their flashlights to peer into the shadows where the light could not shine.

Nothing was found, not even a ghost. The shadow of complete darkness was so large that it was completely exposed to the light of the flashlight in a moment, but there was no half of a figure.

Of course not, because none of them noticed that the man in black had jumped from the ceiling behind them.

"Bang dang!"

Everyone's attention was focused on the front, and it wasn't until the door of the cell that Roy had pried open was violently slammed shut that they turned around, only to find that the man in black had already gone around behind them at some point, and had already escaped.

"Hell! Chase! ”

A group of men chased after them while shooting, and the leader was still rummaging through his pocket for the keys.

"Attention, attention! The intruder ran in the direction of the elevator! ”

Such a shout sounded in the channel, so the second wave of prison guards who arrived turned around halfway and ran towards the elevator.

Turn another corner, and you will see the elevator door. The moment the prison guards rushed to this corner, the lights in the aisle overhead suddenly burst out with brilliant sparks, and the lamps burst in response. The sudden darkness caused almost everyone to reflexively look up at the lamp, and as soon as they looked up, a dark shadow swooped out from around the corner and swooped into the middle of their group like a ghost.

In just one word, quick!

Roy took out his extreme speed in these few clicks, and used all kinds of joint skills and wrestling techniques in one go, like a black rabbit scurrying around the prison guards. At the same time, his brain is also running in high speed, and with each person he puts down, his eyes interact with his brain to catch the next best target, calculating angles, choosing directions, and the best means of striking in a time that is too short to calculate.

It is impossible for the human eye to adapt to the darkness in the moment when the light is lost, except for Roy, who has turned on the helmet night vision goggles in the morning, all he sees here is a ghost writhing in the middle of their ranks, and then people fall down one by one "poof". In the darkness, everyone held their guns and aimed at the silhouette of the undulating black figure, but they did not dare to shoot rashly. Because everyone understands that there is a better chance of shooting a colleague at this time.

As a result, such a wave of people were all put down in just a dozen seconds.

Or, mostly.

"Don't move!"

Roy stunned the last prison guard with an over-the-shoulder fall, and was still in a half-crouched position, when such a female voice sounded behind him.

He stopped.

"Put your hands on your head where I can see!" The policewoman behind her said.

Barbara sat in front of the computer and swallowed nervously. This policewoman she knows, Montoya, is an excellent detective in the Gotham Police Department, and one of the detectives that Barbara's father, Jim Gordon, is very optimistic about, and she should have come to Gotham Central Prison by chance today. She didn't come with the same wave of prison guards just now, but arrived after Roy had already done it, so Roy missed her.

Roy slowly raised his hands, unable to see the expression on his face due to the darkness and his sideways, neither Barbara nor Montoya, who were watching the surveillance footage.

But Barbara had a hunch, and he already had a plan in mind.

But at this time, Officer Montoya unexpectedly put down the gun and said, "You're not Batman, are you?" ”

Roy was stunned for a moment, he had already thought of the action of putting her down, but now he also stopped and replied, "No." ”

"But you're his man." Montoya pointed to the red bat sign on his chest, "I can see that." ”

"Yes."

"So you're here for Jim Gordon?"

"Yes."

Montoya nodded and pouted in the direction of the elevator: "Let's go, I'll say I didn't see you when I was late." ”

Roy stared at the policewoman for a few seconds, then turned to leave and said, "Thank you." ”

Montoya watched him disappear into the elevator, and almost as soon as the guards who had been dumped by Roy rushed over.

"What about people?" The one at the head asked angrily.

"I'm late." Montoya said calmly, "He's already in the elevator." ”

The prison guard's big hand copied it to his lips as if he was about to smash the walkie-talkie, and shouted: "All personnel, guard every floor of the elevator!" Don't let this damn guy run away for me! ”

The elevator number finally stopped at the "3" position. There was already a team of prison guards waiting outside the elevator door on the third floor, and five or six pistols were pointed into the door in unison, and their fingers were already slightly pressed on the trigger, just waiting for the door to open and then pull down.

"Ding!"

The door finally opened, and everyone's guns tightened tighter.

However, not a single one.

"Report! No one is in there! ”

"Impossible! Search for me! ”

Watching this group of people rush into the elevator, lest they be left alone, Barbara in front of the surveillance camera couldn't help but sigh, these prison guards are still a little tender compared to the official special police. If you leave one or two people outside the elevator at this time

But there are no ifs. The two lighting tubes of the elevator exploded in unison as if they had been set, and the figure in the black leotard jumped from the skylight of the elevator and landed in the middle of several people like a grim reaper.

The elevator doors close automatically.

The elevator is like an iron box that vibrates wildly, and the sound of blows and collisions inside is endless. In such a narrow space, Roy's hand-to-hand hand-to-hand hand-to-hand kung fu was in full swing, and the knee-to-elbow grappling techniques were endless, and several poor prison guards were like punching bags. When the elevator door slid open the second time, Roy was the only one standing inside.

But after all, this also delayed his work for a while. After realizing that he had reached the third floor, the prison guards on the first and second floors also rushed up through the safety ladder, and the fast running was already in view, panting and shouting while firing at Roy.

Not daring to delay, Roy quickly rushed to the nearest window, jumped out of the window with a "clang", raised his right arm, and shot out a black zipline on the back of his hand, hitting the balcony of the opposite residence.

This was also Roy's special request. He doesn't like rope guns, but prefers to install the fibers used for cornices and wall walks on the back of his hand as a zipline, which is more convenient and faster.

Two zip lines later, he had climbed onto the roof opposite, lying on the roof with his limbs spread out, panting, his chest heaving violently.

"Roy? Roy? Are you still there? Barbara's anxious voice came from the communicator.

Roy struggled to raise his right hand and press the communicator in his ear, and replied, "Yes, it's still there, it's still a little harder than I expected." And I really need a codename."

Barbara breathed a sigh of relief and said, "We can discuss it when we get back." ”

"Also," Roy said as he lowered his right hand again, looking at the Gotham night sky, "and it's more exciting than I thought, I guess I'm a little addicted." ”