Xia Yanzhen was shocked, easily broke free from Quen's "strongman lock man" that had not yet fully formed, and grabbed Quinn's head with his backhand and took him forward.

Although several people temporarily united, they were never comrades-in-arms.

Facing the meat shield in front of him, the butcher's knife did not pause at all.

With a twist of all his might, the sharp knife cut through his side waist and headed straight for Xia Yanzhen.

Xia Yanzhen used Kunn as a weapon and smashed it at the butcher.

The blade pierced through his clothes, and in vain, he retreated like his master, the butcher.

Almost at the same time, Xia Yanzhen let go of Kun's hand and grabbed it to the side, and a bullet fell into his hand and was thrown away at random.

The bullet landed at the same time as the butcher and Quinn.

Xia Yanzhen was still holding the Truth Mask in his left hand, he didn't move, he looked at the super villain in front of him: "You guys are a little weak, don't you have someone stronger?" ”

Quinn bounced off the ground, took out two syringes from the inner pocket of his clothes, and injected the liquid inside.

His body began to deform, swelling from his original two meters to three meters tall.

Instead, the muscles on his body disappeared and swelled, and the whole person was like a huge bucket.

It is close to the body shape of a sumo wrestler.

"Die!"

Kun En roared, jumped up high, and fell towards Xia Yanzhen, like Mount Tai pressing down.

Xia Yanzhen still didn't dodge, and waved his right hand upward.

Hitting Quinn's belly, the ground under Xia Yanzhen's feet was dented.

As if a bat hit a baseball, Quinn flew out and smashed a grave in an arc, and like a real ball, it rolled in the cemetery.

As soon as he hit Quinn, Xia Yanzhen shook his right hand again, grabbed a bullet, and threw the bullet in the direction of flying with his backhand.

The ghost shooter in the distance suddenly stood on end, and rolled to the side desperately.

A bullet slashed through his cheek, making a small hole in the wall behind him, embedded in it.

"That guy, what the hell is the origin!"

The ghost shooter's heart was beating wildly, and he stood up and was about to change positions.

He hadn't taken two steps before he stopped and looked behind him.

He pulled out his pistol and pointed it at that side.

There, a figure of a man walked out, dressed in black and wearing a fully enclosed black helmet.

"It's you, vulture!"

The ghost pulled the trigger as he spoke.

Several gunshots rang out almost in unison, and bullets flew in the vulture's head, heart, and surrounding areas.

Even the dodge was blocked.

However, the bullet passed over the vulture, causing ripples.

The ghost shooter's eyes widened, this turned out to be a fake? How can it be?

The murderous intent he felt and the breathing movement he heard were obviously from the person in front of him, how could it be fake?

And I've never heard of vultures having this ability, is it the ability of those who have disappeared from the vultures?

Between the lightning and flint, the ghost shooter still has to do something, but it's too late.

After all, he's not a good guy in close combat.

The sharp claw knife pierced into the "armor gap" that was necessary for neck movement, and the vulture, which silently appeared behind the ghost shooter, held the claw knife and slashed hard.

A huge opening appeared.

The ghost shooter reluctantly turned his gun, but had no strength to shoot.

The sniper rifle in the other hand landed first.

The man then fell forward, reaching in vain to plug the wound in his neck.

But the ghost shooter's neck was nearly severed, and after two convulsions, he didn't move.

The vulture, dressed in black and wearing a black fully enclosed helmet, could not see clearly at all, stood in place for a while, watching the blood that flowed out form a pool of blood before stepping forward.

He picks up the ghost shooter's gun, takes off the ghost shooter's helmet, and shoots continuously.

Almost all of the ghost shooter's head and body were smashed before stopping.

Gotham's criminals, unlike elsewhere, often have an incomprehensible resilience.

What you think is a fatal injury is not necessarily a fatal injury.

But at the moment, this kind of injury can't be recovered anyway, unless it's an immortal like a clown.

Silent, and without saying a word, dealing with the ghost shooter, the vulture walked in the direction of the cemetery.

In the cemetery, the battle entered the "white heat", Xia Yanzhen grabbed the tail of the fire dog, used him as a weapon, and smashed it at Kunen.

After Quinn became extremely fat, his defense increased a lot.

Although he was knocked out every time, he was able to get up again quickly.

That layer of flesh absorbed a lot of damage for him.

The butcher had no such defenses, one of his feet was broken, and one of his hands was dislocated, hanging down at his side.

Although the movements are sluggish, the movements are still very precise and fast.

It's like a robot.

He dragged his broken leg to Xia Yanzhen, stabbed it out, and immediately pursued after being avoided by Xia Yanzhen, following him like a shadow.

Each blow cut and stabbed at Xia Yan's real vital points and joints.

One suspects that the butcher's job is not to kill pigs, but to operate.

After Xia Yanzhen dodged a few times on the spot, the butcher's knife came straight to the door.

He held out a finger to block the sharp tip of the knife.

The butcher instantly retracted the knife and then popped it out, or stabbed, or teased, or cracked, or slashed.

Under the morning sun, the sword light reflected a cold light.

The killing machine became a net, enveloping Xia Yanzhen's surroundings.

It was as if he was going to cut him into thin pieces.

But the index finger of Xia Yanzhen's right hand stretched out and blocked it, forming a heavenly moat, completely blocking all attacks.

The butcher's indestructible sharpness is even more non-existent to him.

It's nothing more than an ordinary knife with a precise and stable attack, and a little more strength than ordinary people.

If it weren't for Xia Yan's real intention to test, even if he didn't use a weapon, as long as he punched, he could break the trick with his strength and explode the butcher's head with one punch.

After blocking all the attacks, Xia Yanzhen snatched the butcher's sharp knife and stabbed it with his backhand.

The butcher couldn't dodge, and he didn't have time to dodge, so he could only block it in front of him with his palm.

The sharp knife pierced the palm of his hand, placing it against the place of the heart, piercing the butcher's heart.

The muscles on the butcher's face trembled for a moment, and he didn't show any pain, as if he were a delicate doll.

Xia Yanzhen pulled out his sharp knife.

The butcher didn't die immediately, he grabbed the knife with his right hand and tried to do something, but his strength was already insufficient.

He leaned forward as Xia Yanzhen drew his sword.

Xia Yanzhen took a step back and watched the butcher fall to the ground, blood covered in blood.

"If you don't have anything else to do." Xia Yanzhen looked at Quinn and Fire Dog, "Then let's die." ”

The strength of these people is too weak.

The fire dog's body had broken up several times, and now it had become very unstable, and the intention of fleeing was very obvious.

Quinn, however, went into a complete rage, pulling himself out of the ground and charging again.

One rushes forward, the other retreats.

Xia Yanzhen also moved, he stepped forward and kicked Quinn.

Let him knock down the fleeing Fire Dog.

The body of the dog formed by the fire dog collapsed, revealing its body, and was pressed against Quinn's body, screaming in pain, I don't know how many bones were crushed.

And that's not all.

Quinn's equally swollen palm grabbed back, grabbed the fire dog that had regained its human form, and smashed it at Xia Yanzhen as a weapon.

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Xia Yanzhen was naturally not polite, his right hand was forward, and his five fingers opened and shrunk.

The fire dog's head was clasped in his hands.

The whole person went from flying at high speed to being stationary.

With a clicky sound, the fire dog's vertebrae and neck bones were broken and twisted.

His situation was like standing on a high-speed car and hitting the height limit.

After two convulsions, the fire dog followed in the butcher's footsteps.

Xia Yanzhen's opponent was only one Kun En left.

Quinn's strength is also average.

Xia Yanzhen didn't entangle with him anymore, and jumped up, rarely taking off into the air to fight, and swept over Quinn's head.

Quinn clapped his hands upward.

However, his swollen size slowed his movements a little.

At this point, he could only shoot the air, and he couldn't even touch his palms with each other.

The headless corpse fell, and Xia Yanzhen unscrewed off Kunen's head with a desolate bite and threw it to the side.

Tiamat flew out and grew larger, grabbing Quinn's head.

"Give it to Bill." Xia Yanzhen did not forget his promise.

"Okay."

Tiamat flew towards where Bill was.

Quinn's corpse continued to shrink, not just changing back to its original form, but also moving in the direction of a dried corpse.

Bill was in a hideaway outside the cemetery, pacing a small area with some restlessness.

He saw Xia Yanzhen "ignore" the rain of bullets and bullets, and walked into the cemetery openly.

It didn't take long for Quinn and the others to appear, and after being forced to retreat once by the gangsters, the group chose to join forces and easily break through the blockade and break in - after all, the gangsters also have the idea of letting others fight against each other.

When he saw Quinn, Bill almost wanted to give him a shot in secret.

But after seeing Quinn face the bullet, he clearly realized that there really was an insurmountable barrier between these supervillains and ordinary people.

can only pin his hopes on Xia Yanzhen.

The area of the cemetery is not small, and after Quinn and the others entered, they could only faintly see some fires.

After that, even the light of the fire could not be seen.

Bill, who didn't know what was going on, was anxious and sent news to Gordon.

It's a pity that Gordon replied with the leak of the news of the whereabouts of Nighthawk's legacy.

Gotham is even more messy.

The entire Gotham Police Station couldn't move at all, and it couldn't even come over and look at it to assist.

Now we can only hope that Xia Yanzhen will have the inheritance in his hands, at least better than in the hands of supervillains like Jokers.

As for the vultures who were condemned by the Nighthawk.

Who knows where he is?

Bill was still pacing, when suddenly, a head fell from the sky and landed in front of him, startling Bill.

When you look closely, it's a head.

Look closer, isn't this Quinn?

Quinn's head falling from the sky?

Bill looked at the sky, inexplicably a little worried that the rest of Quinn's head would fall.

Fortunately, there is no one, just one head.

So, this is Xia Lost?

No, what did you say before you left?

"I'll let you know when Quinn comes"

Your way of notification is to throw other people's heads over, and the real Quinn is here, right?

Good chic way to be notified.

Bill, who suddenly got revenge, didn't even have a sense of emptiness in his heart, only a kind of absurdity and unreality.

"Quinn is dead?"

A voice suddenly startled Bill again, and he turned to see a black guy behind him.

Slightly sluggish, Bill hesitated, "Are you a vulture?" ”