In the bat cave under Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred made himself a third cup of coffee and sat down in front of the cool bat computer with tired steps.

In front of the old man's eyes, the screens divided into twenty-four are monitoring the important locations throughout Gotham City in real time.

When Batman went out on night patrol, the evil-sounding thing of monitoring the city was done with Afu's help, of course, when there was Robin in the past, this job would be handed over to Robin.

"The young master is fighting against the black mask's poison making workshop on Nahe Island, and the progress is ordered. The Eastern District Bank was robbed by thugs, calculate the time, and then plan the route, the young master can solve them on the way back.

There was a shootout in the Odiesburg area, and the density of the fire was very high.

Let me see..."

Ah Fu pushed his reading glasses, took a sip of fragrant coffee to enlarge the monitor, and after a few seconds, the old man's expression became serious, and he immediately dialed the communication.

"Ah Fu, I'm busy."

Batman's deep voice came.

But the old butler ignored it, and said in a short tone:

"Mason Cooper was attacked, right in Gordon's safe house, and he's on the run, maybe in need of backup."

“？”

The old man asked in surprise:

"That safe house was built for him by Lucius, and the level of secrecy is very high, how could it be... Wait a minute! Isn't it a gangster killer who came? ”

"It's not."

Ah Fu stared at the fast-moving men in black on the screen, he pursed his lips and said:

"Young Master, the Assassins of Lei Xiaogu have returned to this city."

"Plan the best route for the Batmobile now! Dispatch Batfighters to support Mason and save the young man! ”

Batman's voice also raised a few degrees, and Ah Fu immediately got busy in the Batcave.

On the other hand, Mason Cooper, who was in the war zone, didn't know that Batman was already on his way, and he felt like he was really going to die.

These killers in front of him are worthy of the penguin people's trump card.

Their combat literacy is so high that they don't know where to go, to say the most intuitive example, even if Mason has a BUG-like combat support, it is difficult to hit them with the aiming frame and the configuration of a preset trajectory.

These guys are on the move all the time.

Anyone who has played FPS games knows that it is much more difficult to hit a moving target than a fixed target.

In this sparsely populated four-story apartment, the silent men in black are moving through in groups of three, like playing a game of cat and mouse with Mason, but their attack is very brutal, and they explode directly when they encounter obstacles.

There are also gunmen with night vision devices in front of them, making Mason's escape quite difficult.

Fortunately, the Combat Assist's free sight frame at least gives Mason a glimpse of the enemy's movements as it approaches, like a small radar, which gives him a slight advantage in dangerous gunfights.

Director Gordon's rifle had run out of bullets, and was smashed out by Mason as a "hidden weapon" to make the man in black who rushed in front of him short to dodge.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he stepped forward and turned the handle of the umbrella, popped out the fighting spear, and poked forward fiercely, quite a bit of rifle assassination.

"Successfully performed a melee execution, and the Fighting Skills branch was opened, currently at Lv0."

The man in black who was attacked wide-eyed, probably didn't expect this black umbrella to be so catty.

But being pierced in the heart made him fall to the ground instantly, and Mason quickly grabbed the gun in his hand, and in this confusion, he didn't have time to aim accurately, and the young man raised his hand and fired a shuttle of bullets to force the killer outside the door to retreat.

He didn't have time to read the hint closely, so he rushed to the window and smashed the glass with the butt of his gun and glanced down.

This is the second floor.

If you fall, you can die...

"Bell"

A round object was thrown into the house, and Mason barely had time to look back before he jumped off the window frame while clutching at it.

There was a loud bang.

The explosion of the grenade in the room sent a blinding fire from the window, and the impact of the blow fell on the young man like a heavy fist, causing him to tumble and crash into the lawn outside the apartment.

The soft ground kept Mason out of the danger of falling headshots, but falling from a height left his leg with massive pain.

Could it be a fracture?

"Poof"

Mason grabbed the Batman's own hemostatic that Director Gordon had given him and shot it into his leg.

The cold fluid poured into his veins allowed him to regain his mobility after a few seconds, but the darkness around him forced him to limp forward.

Those penguin killers have come around the scenes.

There were several cars parked at the intersection in front of him, and in the light curtain in front of Mason's eyes, the wandering aiming frame had locked on to a dozen enemies, and this situation of ambush on all sides made the young man's heart swell with despair.

But before the guys could close in, the familiar sound of bombardment rang out from the dim sky.

Mason looked up to see that ghostly batfighters were swooping down from the sky, their high-speed machine guns firing at the ground, blasting the vehicles in front of him and creating a way for the young man to escape.

"At the critical moment, it's you, master."

Mason, who was desperate for his life, was overjoyed, and with the penguin's umbrella and a snatched gun in tow, he ran in the direction of the battle cover, and ran backwards to shoot random marksmanship.

He didn't know that Alfred was remotely manipulating the plane, but Mason knew that the presence of the Batfighter was his only chance to escape.

He had to run to the open area to board the plane before it landed.

Behind him, in the darkest night of the day, the batplanes cruising back and forth with constant fire covering the man in black pressed the man in black back into his apartment, and the exchange of fire between the sky and the ground behind him had the momentum of a front-line battlefield.

But this is a scene that takes place in the main town of Gotham.

I have to say that the fact that gangster killers raid the police's safe houses and have to be rescued by superheroes in the city is really Gotham-specific.

"I'm here! Come on! ”

Mason gritted his teeth and climbed onto the roof of a small two-story building, bleeding from at least two bullet holes in his body, except for his legs.

Thanks to the hemostatic analgesic just now, otherwise the pain alone would have crushed the young man.

But Rao is like this, and he is already at the end of his crossbow.

Mason was exhausted after only seven or eight minutes of fighting a trained Men in Black killer, and the little pride that had risen after beating the gangsters had long since vanished.

Defeating the creature at the bottom of Gotham's food chain really has nothing to be proud of.

He waved his hand in the darkness of the night and watched the bat fighter fly down in his direction, a sense of happiness for the rest of his life made the gray-faced young man smile at this time.

But before the smile could be gone, three rockets flew out of the darkness in the rear and whizzed into the ghostly fighter plane with a long tail flame.

Ah Fu's maneuvering skills were really good, and he allowed the Batfighter to dodge the first two shots with a classic falling leaf drift, but the last shot hit the tail.

In the light of a huge fireball, the black-smeared bat fighter swept over Mason's head like a bird with folded wings, and finally crashed into the main square three blocks away, becoming a torch burning in the night.

“！”

Mason watched in amazement.

A cold aura enveloped my heart at this moment.

can actually shoot down Batman's fighter, this is definitely not an ordinary gangster killer!

And now he is being chased and killed by this group of madmen, without the fire support of fighters, he is tired and injured, and he immediately feels that the future is not bright.

"The penguin's men are too hard, aren't they?

I know he's insured you guys and he's treated you well, but is it really worth doing this for a boss who gets sent to jail?

With so much money every month, what kind of life do you play! ”

Mason cursed and leaned down on the roof of the two-story building, and pointed the gun he had snatched at the eaves in the direction where the men in black had arrived.

His leg was injured, and running away like this was just a way to die, and the only hope now was to hold on here until Batman's divine soldiers descended from heaven.

Fortunately, I have opened up the distance, and I should be able to delay for a while by relying on combat assistance...

Bang!

A sudden gunshot caused Mason to roll to the side with his face covered, and the bullet just now shattered the scope of the rifle in his hand and grazed his cheek like a knife, almost shooting his head.

"There are snipers!"

The thought rushed into the young man's mind, and he immediately propped up the penguin's umbrella, and almost at the same time, a second bullet came and slammed into the bulletproof surface of the armed umbrella.

As Mason watched, the sharp warhead spun like a dagger, burrowing into the surface of the parachute, smashing into the ground beside him, and sparks flew at him.

The penguin's umbrella is okay against small-caliber bullets, but it can't be protected against sniper bullets!

Mason's heart suddenly cooled.

Is Gotham's Gangster Killer so professional? Hunting me down an ordinary person even used a sniper?

Mason quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around his folded umbrella and put his baseball cap on the tip of the umbrella, a way he learned to deal with snipers from film and television work.

He didn't act rashly.

Instead, he lay on the ground, took the rifle that had been crushed and set it up quietly on the other side of the roof.

He stopped paying attention to the stray sight frame that was constantly moving around the light screen, and focused all his attention on the sniper's bearing.

After taking a deep breath, Mason squinted his eyes and lifted the camouflage prop in his other hand, but the other side was obviously not fooled and did not hit the camouflage, but instead calculated the distance and fired three shots at the position where Mason might be lying on his stomach.

The casual eaves bricks on the side of his head made the young man sweat coldly, but at the moment when the other party fired, a small aiming frame finally jumped out in front of his eyes.

Extrapolating from the distance, this is at least 500 meters!

The gun in his hand was a short-range submachine gun, and the preset trajectory even showed a projectile trajectory at such a distance, but it didn't matter, Mason adjusted the muzzle height so that the preset trajectory coincided with the aiming frame.

Pull the trigger.

Bang.

The flying bullets brought up a streak of stars.

There is no hint of shooting execution, and it seems that it missed.

Mason was a little disappointed.

But circumstances soon did not allow him to continue to be disappointed. He turned his gun on the men in black below who had already rushed around the building, and began to shoot.

Five hundred meters away, by a window in the smoky apartment, a small figure dressed in black frowned.

He looked at the scope of the sniper rifle that had been torn open by the bullet in his hand, and touched the faint abrasion on his cheek.

"Such accurate shooting at this distance is close to the category of 'super archery', and the information on the Penguin Gang's side is wrong! Is that guy really just a 17-year-old dropout? ”

The little man said to the two men in black who stood behind him:

"Change the goal of the battle, capture him alive!"

After a few seconds, Mason, who was under a lot of pressure, suddenly felt a noticeable decrease in the number of bullets being fired from his surroundings, which made him breathe a sigh of relief and feel more pressure.

The Men in Black killers have an absolute advantage.

Now that they don't shoot, they will definitely capture themselves alive and be tortured, and the Penguin Gang must have no rules for stabbing and six-eyed, but the end of being caught as a traitor will definitely not be too good.

"Gotta fight hard!"

Mason dropped his empty rifle and grabbed the penguin's umbrella.

He breathed heavily, waiting for the first wave of black-clothed men to rush onto the roof, then opened the umbrella and rushed out, emptying all the bullets in the umbrella handle in one breath, and twisting the umbrella handle at the moment when he was surrounded by people, so that the green poisonous gas sprayed out from the tip of the umbrella.

The gas jet lasted for a few seconds and then switched to a flamethrow, causing several men in black to fall from the roof of the building screaming, but Mason was also slashed several times.

He was forced to the corner of the eaves, twisted the handle of the armed umbrella to the end, and the sharp tip of the umbrella popped out with a bang, and the heart of a man in black was directly pierced at this distance.

Mason couldn't even stand on his feet.

There was even a whirling dizziness in front of him, and seeing the people in black surrounding, he grabbed the handle of the umbrella with his last strength and pulled it hard, and the hidden staff and sword were pulled out.

This will be his last revolt.

"Buzz"

The low roar of engines rang out from across the street, and after smashing two walls in quick succession, the heavy, bat-decorated black chariot rushed into the battle zone like a tank.

This is exactly what Mason has been looking forward to!

Although it was still nearly a kilometer away from Mason's location, the entry of the Batmobile still made the men in black immediately adjust their combat focus.

Especially the short commander.

He was particularly excited.

"Batman has appeared! He's mine! Entangle him! ”

"Batman has appeared!"

The same thought came to Mason's mind.

The young man's tense spirit suddenly relaxed at this moment, and the excessive blood loss caused his eyes to darken, and he fell from the eaves of the two-story building with his sword in his hand.

This action is definitely going to be a headshot.

But just before Mason could go unconscious, he felt himself caught by a pair of powerful hands, and was greeted by a face with a strange mask.

"Hello, Penguin Betrayer."

The man gently plunged a tranquilizer into Mason's neck and whispered to the crumbling young man:

"It was a great performance and it made me think it was worth the trip tonight. Well, sleep, and only after you become one of us will you realize what a glorious opportunity you will receive.

In short, welcome to join us.

Welcome to the Stars..."

"Put him down!"

Several men in black killers surrounded him from all sides.

Obviously, this guy who suddenly appeared was not one of theirs.

Facing the bright sword in the hand of the man in black and the muzzle of the black hole, the guy holding Mason sneered disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand, a one-handed sword with a golden hilt like a golden eagle spreading its wings jumped into his hand.

He waved it slightly.

A dazzling streamer erupted from the blade, causing the black-clad killers to fall into blinding adversity, and then the muffled sound of a sharp blade piercing the body resounded in the dark alley.

But it took three or four seconds to end the battle can be called a one-sided slaughter, surrounded by bloody corpses, the unconscious Mason also thoughtfully helped him recover the tip of the armed umbrella and accessories, the mysterious guy walked quickly to the end of the alley and pushed open a door.

He took one last look back at the battlefield.

With a little greed and longing, he looked at the black figure in the distance who was beating the assassin of the Assassin League with the assistance of the Batmobile, and then shook his head regretfully and disappeared through the door.