Gotham, underground. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A flashlight shot out from the depths of the dark cavern, dispelling the darkness ahead, and several frightened rats shrank into the dark corner. The chaotic sound of leather shoes stepping on the filthy water came down the passage, and a group of people moved forward at a uniform speed with flashlights.

Black Mask walked at the front of the line, flashlight in hand, and the Mad Hatter close at his side. His stride was steady and swift, and it seemed like a struggle for the diminutive Mad Hatter to chase him. A large group of men with guns followed behind the two.

The Mad Hatter accidentally stepped on a dead mouse and couldn't help but scream, attracting the Black Mask's disgruntled eyes.

"I said," said the Mad Hatter to cover up his embarrassment, "what are we doing in such a place?" Please, don't look at me like that. We're allies, I'm not your subordinate, remember? I have the right to know what exactly we are doing here! ”

Black Mask's gaze slowly moved towards the dark and deep road ahead.

"'Beware of the Court of Owls, which keeps an eye on your travels, and peeks out into the shadows of Gotham City, hidden in low-walled pavilions. He was with him at home, and he was with him in bed. Wan Moti and his name, the claws will seek your head. Black Mask said in a cold, emotionless voice, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"Owl Court? Nursery rhymes that the older generation of Gotham used to scare children? I don't believe in weird myths and legends. The Mad Hatter said disdainfully, "Besides, now that the times have changed, what adult still uses an owl to scare a disobedient child?" Now everyone is talking about Batman. ”

"No, I don't believe in myths either." Black Mask said.

"Okay, so what the hell are we here for?"

"Because I believe that this tribunal is...... Or rather, it used to really exist. "They're probably the biggest force in Gotham in history." While I don't know why they've died down in modern times, I'm sure there's still a legacy of the court's past beneath Gotham. ”

The Mad Hatter was stunned: "So we're now stupidly searching for something that might exist in an ethereal legend?" ”

The black mask's scarlet eyes seemed to squint at him: "You don't like to be able to leave at any time, I didn't force you." One of my men was pretty sure they saw an owl-like mark in this area, maybe a portal to the courtroom, or maybe their former armory. In any case, I believe that if we find it, we will be able to make it worthwhile. ”

"You...... Well, go as mad as you want. The Mad Hatter snorted, "I'm quitting, it's insane. Gotham is a mess on top of it, and your energy is still on some weird nursery rhymes and legends. I'm going back......"

At that moment, a blue short stick spun and flew from the darkness, bounced back with a crisp collision on the inner wall of the passage, and rushed into the lineup behind the black mask in a perfect arc. The mad hatter's head was struck unexpectedly, and the little man fainted to the ground.

The short stick reflexed on the Mad Hatter's skull, and after a bounce on the outer wall, it landed precisely into the hands of the young man who was leaping into the air in the air. Nightwing, dressed in a tight black uniform with an eagle-like blue marker on his chest, jumped down in front of the team and smiled, "Sorry, I didn't hear you just now, where did he just say he wanted to go?" ”

Black Mask said in a calm voice, "Nightwing......"

"Black Mask." Nightwing ignored the countless barrels of the guns pointed at him, and leisurely played with the short stick in his hand, "Long time no see...... Still, I don't want to see you at all. ”

"I'm the same with that." Black Mask said coldly, "If you know how to count, you should be able to see the current situation." Even if you are martial arts, you can't use it in this narrow environment, and one of us has one bullet per person, and you can't dodge one bullet. ”

"yes, yes, but ......" Nightwing smiled, "Who told you you only need to solve one of me?" ”

As soon as the words fell, Robin, Red Robin, Batgirl, Black Canary, Huntress, and Batwing all came out from front and back, instantly breaking up the Black Mask team in a flanking attack.

Gotham TV.

When the elevator stopped on this floor with a "ding" sound, none of the busy reporters and photographers paid attention to the lobby, which is usually filled with people.

When the elevator doors opened, a black figure walked out slowly, draping a long black cloak that had almost dragged to the ground. The figure resembling the Night Knight's eyes shot a red glow that seemed to directly scorch the soul.

Precision was passed through layer by layer like an infectious disease, and the noisy hall gradually fell silent, and everyone's eyes shifted to this black guy.

Farrell, dressed in Batman's coat, pulled a gun from under his cloak, causing a scream and commotion.

"Can someone tell me where the studio is?" His tone was polite, but his voice was as cold as ice freshly dug up from the North Pole.

Two security guards rushed out from behind the crowd and drew their guns while shouting "don't move".

Two gunshots rang out, and Farrell moved cleanly and without hesitation, and no one even saw the movement of his hands, and the two security guards fell in response, and the red pool of blood caused another scream.

"Quiet!" Farrell fired a shot at the ceiling, and the people fell silent, all of them trembling with fear.

"Don't make me ask again - where is the studio?"

After the people looked at each other for a while, the bold man pointed in a certain direction: "There." ”

"Thank you."

He said in a stiff tone, walking towards the studio.

Gotham Underground.

The "Skynet" led by Nightwing, and the cadres under Black Mask, had already been messed up into a pot of porridge at this time. The shouts of slaughter and the dull clash, as well as the gunshots and the echoes of the many of these voices reflected off the walls of the sewers, weaved a noisy symphony that resounded throughout the passageway.

Nightwing, who was still comfortable shuttling up and down the crowd, happened to bump into the black mask, and the short stick and the barrel of the pistol touched in the air, and sparks burst out in the darkness, and the two immediately staggered.

"Wings are stiff, blue bird cub," Black Mask said as he continued to shoot, "and now you've learned to fish for false information?" ”

"I'm glad to hear your compliment, but to be honest, I didn't do that." Nightwing rolled headfirst with a gorgeous acrobatic kick on the cheek of an enemy, "We just got a hint that some restless scum would be down here, and I don't know which scum will be in the right seat." ”

Ignoring Nightwing's signature taunt, Black Mask frowned, "Wait, so there's someone else who used the information to lure us both here...... Wait! Stop fighting, there's a problem! ”

But no one listened to him at all, and even if he did, it was already too late.

Four explosions rang out like beads, and the entire sewer system seemed to be violently exploded, and water droplets and scum fell like rain on the top.

"Boss!" Someone yelled, "We've been blown up!" ”

Black Mask gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "We have been calculated. (To be continued.) )