The night in the metropolis is also lit up as if it were daytime. ∈♀, the city seems to be tireless, forever alive and energetic, and the night sky is lit up in orange-red colors.

And as the saying goes, "adversity produces talent", in such a city, the general IQ and concealment ability of criminals are completely incomparable to Gotham, because they do not need to be constantly wary of the possibility of being approached by "the best detective in the world". So finding a nest of criminals here is as easy as finding a wolf from a flock of sheep than it is in Gotham.

The door of a nightclub was swept open. Inside, well-dressed guests and escort girls in hip-wrapping skirts were still immersed in the carnival atmosphere, and the hall was as noisy as a vegetable market. The dim nightclub lighting effect makes everyone's vision quite limited, and they don't notice the anomaly in the first place.

The Winged Knight, who was darker than the nightclub, and the Batgirl behind him strode through the doorway. He looked around and shouted in a voice that had been processed with both a voice changer and a megaphone: "Get out!" ”

The guests screamed. Many obediently poured out of the doorway that Roy had deliberately conceded, and many huddled in the corners, hoping that the Winged Knight would ignore their presence.

The burly bodyguards dressed in black rushed out one by one, shouting loudly and rushing in a circle to the two who seemed to be weak.

This nightclub is famous in the metropolitan area, and it is not a low-class club, and politicians and the wealthy will love it to drink and have fun. Their bodyguards are all the best, far exceeding the level of bodyguards of ordinary civilian units, and they are even capable of the position of a special forces when they are armed.

But it's a pity. This team of well-trained bodyguards looked so vulnerable in front of two guys in strange costumes at the moment.

The eyes of the people in the corners at the door of the nightclub, still cowering in the corner, widened in horror,

Looking at these two figures, they were unstoppable. Whenever a bodyguard's head hits the walls, tables and chairs and the like. Or if a bodyguard is flipped in the air and falls down and breaks the table, it will cause a scream.

The bodyguards pulled out their guns. Strafing began. Countless muzzles flashed in unison, and bullets flew all over the sky, hitting the walls and on the dance floor, and debris flew everywhere. Now the guests who stayed inside regretted not going out, and they cried out as if a bullet had hit them.

"What an idiot," Barbara said, knocking down the two bodyguards, "the rich guests who have come here." Scared half to death by a pair of giant bats, and then spent the most unforgettable night of your life under the random guns of the nightclub bodyguards? I seriously doubt that any madman will ever do it again. ”

"Concentrate on the fight." Roy said as he raised his fist and knocked down one of the bodyguards behind him who was trying to sneak up on him.

A few minutes later, except for the black-clad men lying on the dance floor, the nightclub was basically empty. A strong black man was kicked out of the gate, and he slammed into the door panel and flew out and landed on the side of the road.

The Winged Knight's black leather boots trampled against shards of glass, and the soles of his feet made a slight click. He was carrying a guy who weighed two hundred pounds in one hand, and his arm strength scared everyone out of the air.

The whole process only takes more than 30 seconds, like flowing water. The two men have extraordinary reflexes, terrifying professional skills, and a tacit understanding that works together seamlessly. In a moment, it took such a group of thugs to second.

Batgirl removed the magazine of one of the pistols and casually threw the dismantled pistol aside, with a relaxed smile: "Could it be simpler?" ”

"Ah~!"

A loud roar sounded from above the two of them. The burly head had already been released, and he rolled over and jumped from the second floor. Holding a blade with cold light in his hand, he slashed down at the winged knight's short-eared head.

Roy spun around suddenly, several hidden broken blades sticking out of each of his gloves. The claws intertwined like pitch black held back the cold light that fell. Roy let out a sigh, and the huge force matched the sharp broken blade to draw. The knife was cut into several pieces on the spot.

The leader was horrified by the man's strength, but he didn't lose his fighting spirit. A lot of people don't know. This nightclub is an important hub for the Metropolitan Gangsters, and the leader assigned to be the store manager is quite capable of it. At the same time, in order to shock many people below, his combat effectiveness is second to none among the brothers, and he has considerable attainments in swords and boxing.

However, now it looks useless.

After he landed, he just made a move with a fist...... No, according to his subjective feelings, it was as if the prototype of the next move had just popped up in his mind, and the cold eyes of the demon in front of him seemed to be able to see through the soul had already read everything about him.

Before he could raise his fist, his arm was already restrained by the other party. Roy didn't even give him a chance to beg for mercy, and immediately broke his elbow.

The sound of bone cracks and howls caused a commotion in the crowd behind.

Countless fine beads of sweat oozed from the leader's forehead. He has been in this road for a long time, and he has never encountered such a situation. Although there is a fairy flying around in a cloak in the Metropolis, people will never break your arm and force you to confide in something you don't want to say. Being caught by Superman, as long as he honestly confesses his guilt, it is at most a matter of squatting in prison...... Well, in fact, even if you fight hard, in the end it is still just a matter of squatting in prison.

And now, the breakdown is even worse.

"Cold ...... Calm down......" shouted the leader, "what do you want?" ”

"Intelligence. (#46; uuknsu.com)" Roy said, "within twenty-four hours, Poison Ivy Girl had come to the Metropolis. Her flights and itineraries, tell me. ”

"What? Poison ivy? That super-criminal in Gotham? Oh, I'm ...... I do not know...... Yes~! ”

Roy pushed a little harder at the broken bone in his elbow, causing another howl.

"I ...... I swear I really don't know! He almost screamed, "Criminals like poison ivy are of a high level, you know." Super criminals like them can't take the turn of a small character like us to receive ...... She was received by someone else......"

"Who?" Roy asked.

The man hesitated again, with a look of difficulty.

Roy pressed harder again.

"Ahh Okay, I say...... None of us had ever seen him in person, but I knew his code name," he screamed like a pig sent to the slaughterhouse, "and his code name was 'Bishop'!" (To be continued.) )