"The director was shot, the director was shot!"

A gunshot rang out, and the fourth precinct fell into chaos in an instant. The gun was held by the sheriff George, who let out a loud laugh, and the crowd saw him move his arm and start turning the muzzle of the gun, but before he could see who the next target would be, the lights went out with a buzzing sound just a few seconds after they were restored.

The next time it lit up, it was the light of the gun.

The muzzle of the gun was fleeting, illuminating the sheriff's smiling face in a flash of water. Another sheriff was shot, and the police station was once again plunged into darkness.

The sheriffs were in a mess. Someone pulled out his gun and pointed it at the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, but he didn't know where to aim. They couldn't aim in the dark, but George seemed to know where each of them was, as if the darkness didn't stand in the slightest.

The maniacal laughter was overwhelming, sounding like stereo surround sound in a theater, and it was impossible to tell from which direction it was coming from.

Someone pulled out their phone and tried to unlock the flashlight, but as soon as the screen was fluorescent, the muzzle fire lit up the darkness again. The bullet pierced the sheriff's flesh, and the glowing screen of the mobile phone was splattered with blood, and the screen was shattered.

"Over there!"

Someone shouted and pulled the trigger in the direction where the gunfire was present. But he was answered only by a scream from the other vigilantes, which seemed to have hit a friendly soldier.

And the laughter became even more rampant: "Ha, good marksmanship!" I guess it was Lao Li who fired the gun? I don't have your ......."

"Oh my God, I didn't mean to...... Uhhh ”

This time it wasn't gunshots, but the sound of sharp weapons tearing flesh. The voice of the security officer, Lao Li, came to an abrupt halt in the darkness, replaced by a string of heart-palpitating laughter.

And then there's the sound of someone falling on the floor.

The terrible screams before Lao Li fell down echoed in everyone's hearts like a curse. More than half of the people were scared silly, and it was all as unreal as a nightmare.

No one would have imagined that they would be in the Sheriff's Office. In the blink of an eye, this small police station seemed to be a cage for each of them, and they were locked up with the most brutal and terrifying monsters.

What people fear most is the unknown, which is precisely the truest portrayal of the current scene. Darkness is the best breeding ground for fear, and death is everywhere, passing by him again and again, and the people around him fall one after another, each time pushing the survivors one step closer to the quagmire of fear.

That's something more frightening than death. They were forced to stare into the abyss of despair, like a demon devouring everyone's spirit with impunity, and everyone was pushed to the edge of the dividing line between sanity and madness.

And it was only a matter of time before someone was pushed across that line.

"Die, die!"

Inspector of the Peace Richard fired in the direction Brenda had just begun. The muzzle fire briefly illuminated the space again, and there was no shadow of George, but a stray bullet grazed the cheek of one of his colleagues, causing another scream.

"Stop, Inspector!" Someone shouted to him, "You're going to hit your own guy!" ”

But he didn't hear it, turned his head and shot again, and at the same time scolded vaguely in his mouth: "Do you think that labor and management are afraid of you?" Come on! Labor and management are here, let the horses come! ”

The laughter did not stop, as if mocking him.

Someone snorted when he was shot, but Richard didn't stop. He turned his head and fired in all the directions he felt the enemy was in, as if he had completely stopped caring about accidental injury.

"Hell, labor told you to stop!"

The other sheriff couldn't hold back, raised his gun and opened fire in the direction of the inspector. Inspector Richard was shot right in the middle of the day and fell to the side with a face full of disbelief.

The laughter grew louder, as if he had seen something extremely funny.

It is indeed quite ironic that the sheriffs of the same substation, colleagues who work together day and night, turn their guns on each other in the face of a common enemy.

George laughed heartily in the dark, but smiled and smiled as if he suddenly sensed something. He turned his head, and saw a black bat a head taller than him silently appearing beside him, so close that they could theoretically even hear each other's breathing.

He raised his arm without thinking, and almost at the same moment the sharp batrang had slashed. The sharp blade cut through the flesh of his arm, and even brought out flying bone slag when it slashed out.

George flew back, and at the same time smiled strangely: "Ha, it's you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, he had already eaten Batman's kick, and his body flew out upside down and smashed a desk in two.

The reason why Chu Cheng changed to Batman was because he considered that Batman was the fastest moving of all his current heroes.

The gliding cloak and the hook gun were already quite fast, but he didn't fly here on his own today.

This time he drove the Batmobile.

Needless to say, the Batmobile's performance is as powerful as the racing car has to stand aside, and when the jet propulsion is turned on, it can even fly on the roof. In the classic origin work of the Batman trilogy, "Batman: The Mystery of the Shadows", the Batmobile was ruthless, and the entire Gotham Police Department was shown off by the riotous positions flying around its rooftop.

It was with the Batchariot that Chu Cheng was able to make Batman fly over the block and arrive at the scene in such a short time.

As soon as George fell to the ground, he raised his gun, and the fire from the muzzle of the gun briefly illuminated the space again. But the direction in which he was pointing his gun was long gone.

When he stood up, Batman had reappeared behind him, grabbing his arm in response. But George laughed weirdly, twisted his arm off without paying attention, and reflexively pointed his gun at Batman's head.

Batman dodged the shot with his head sideways, grabbed his arm and lifted his knee to knock the pistol flying, and then broke the arm holding the gun.

But the infected person doesn't feel pain, and he lifts his leg and tries to kick it in this direction. But Batman kicked him off his leg bone with a volley, and then kicked George in the chest without landing on the ground. George's chest was thuffy, and after eating the strong force, he flew out entirely, and when he landed, the nearby sheriffs avoided him.

He hasn't given up yet. He continued to grin weirdly, squirming to his feet with his already mutilated body, as if he wanted to attack. But before he could stand up, Batman had already raised his hand and threw a gel bomb out, exploding at his feet. A large amount of gel swelled rapidly when it came into contact with the air, and in a brief moment, it molded him into a statue.

He finally stopped.