Watching the sun gradually set, Carla shook her head gently, originally planned to let Natasha and Felicia come over to divide the three big guys here now, but at this time, let's wait for tomorrow daylight.

The main thing is not to alarm those guys, and entering S.H.I.E.L.D. is also a waste of a large part of Kara's time, after all, Kara didn't plan to disturb those agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

But today I have time to deal with the keel in Hell's Kitchen.

After all, what you promise to others must be done.

When the night fell over New York City, the devil in everyone's heart began to stir, and those guys didn't dare to bully those who were stronger than themselves, and turned their eyes to those who were weaker.

Even though there are many so-called masked vigilantes in New York City, the evil in the darkness of this city cannot be stifled at all.

Hell's Kitchen, where gangsters are prevalent, has also been affected by the previous alien wars, and the Hell's Kitchen, which was originally built by those gang members, has finally revealed its flaws.

It's now under the watchful eye of a police force with all sorts of guns, ensuring that Hell's Kitchen will never again be a breeding ground for gangster crime.

It's a pity that the underground gangsters in New York have always believed that Hell's Kitchen is the place for them to be the kings of the night, and even the army can't take Hell's Kitchen away from them.

And the New York police don't think about it.

Those guys were never allowed to let the police take Hell's Kitchen, so Hell's Kitchen, the gangster fire every night turned into a daily police and bandit shooting.

Moreover, this kind of police and bandit shooting has a tendency to become more and more intense.

"These cops are really crazy, they haven't been in charge of Hell's Kitchen before, why do they want to take care of this place now?" Some gang members are quite dismissive of the current style of the police.

They had all given up here, but now they remembered to manage the atmosphere here after seeing that there was no dragon leader here.

What is this?

Isn't it good to make up for the dead without this kind of practice?

"There's no need to say that, our mission today isn't to shoot at those stupid New York cops, we're just going to find that cross-dressing freak who has been ruining our deal." The companion who came out with him patted the shoulder of the guy who had spoken earlier.

The cross-dressing freak who was masked in a black cloth had been destroying their original trading channels, as well as the people who traded.

This time, in order to deal with that guy, they have even applied to their own gang for heavy firepower weapons, two fully automatic assault rifles.

No matter how quick the masked freak was, they didn't believe that the guy could survive with fully automatic firepower.

"Got it." The guy who spoke before said a word to his companion rather angrily, and re-entered the vigilant patrol state.

The other man simply shrugged his shoulders lightly at this impatient behavior of his companion and said nothing more. During this time, they had been tossed by the masked freak and had a nervous breakdown, and it was natural to have this reaction.

Even two days ago, because of that masked freak, the boss was screaming in the gang, and he almost drew his gun and shot a certain unlucky little minion.

Now that they were sent out to find that guy, their spirits were naturally highly stressed, and besides, the fear hidden in their hearts was not much less than that of ordinary people in the dark night.

Besides, although Hell's Kitchen looks okay now, it can actually be said that it is full of dangerous buildings.

It's just that they are the second batch of buildings to be demolished, and that's it, they still have to worry about not being killed by a stone falling from the sky.

The flashlight in his hand has been shooting in the hidden darkness around him. They wanted to hope that they would be able to find the black-clothed and masked cross-dressing freak.

By the way, pay attention to the surrounding dilapidated buildings.

"That guy is really uncomfortable." It's not just ordinary people who are terrified in the dark of New York City, but even their lawless gangsters are terrified in the dark of New York now.

In the past, they did think that they were the king of the night, the overlord who could walk and do things at will in the night.

But now, when those masked freaks appeared, there was already fear in their hearts, because they didn't know when they would be targeted by those guys, and then beaten up, although not to death, it would not be good.

If they are caught by those guys, they can only end up in prison, and maybe for them, it is a slightly better option than death.

After all, even if they come out of prison, they will still be despised by the people around them, they still can't find a suitable job, they still can't get a decent wage, and they can only return to the gang and eat the gang's bowl of rice.

One of the thugs seemed to have noticed something, where the light of his flashlight seemed to be blocked by something.

Setting up his rifle, he used his flashlight to shine it at the place, where a man in a black suit stood.

The pitch-black cloak fluttered slightly in the breeze in the alley.

Perhaps distracted by the glow of the flashlight, the figure turned to look at the thug.

The silver-white logo on the chest shines brightly in the light of the flashlight.

“ Oh， shit， oh shit.” When the thug saw the figure, the first thing he did was not to shoot or do anything else, but fell to the ground with his butt and moved outward.

"What are you smoking?" The other thug was completely disdainful of his state, how could such a soft bastard enter the gang and come out with him to find the masked freak.

The thug didn't care at all what the other person said to him, just ran out in a panic.

But unfortunately, he didn't run as fast as the figure in the alley attacked.

A scarlet hot gaze flew from the depths of the alley, cutting the running thug in half.

At this moment, the other guy who taunted the gangsters to run away finally understood, what the guy had seen, and this scarlet hot gaze had already shown that the person in the alley was completely a superhuman they had never come into contact with.

And it is quite possible that the culprit responsible for the Great Battle of New York.

It's just that now he has no way to escape from here, his mind has been bankrupted by the sudden hot gaze, his whole body is trembling, and he has even been scared to pee his pants.

"Sha~Sha~Sha~"

As the people from the depths of the alley approached him, the sound of his clearly audible footsteps made his whole body tremble.

If it weren't for the bright silver chest logo, this jet-black suit would have been hard to spot in the dark.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me." The thug looked at Kara as he came out of the darkness with a look of horror.

It's a pity that all that responded to him was a pair of scarlet eyes and two hot sights.

"No!" Looking at those eyes, the thug instinctively raised his arm, trying to block the hot gaze from Kara, but how could a mortal human do all this?

The heat gaze burned through his arm in an instant, along with his head, which was blocked by his arm.

"Bang~"

A tall figure landed in front of Kara, looking at the person who was burned to death by the heat gaze, she only frowned slightly, and then turned her head to look at Kara as the initiator.

The long, sparkling black hair, the iconic starlight crown, and the red and gold bandeau armor that can be said to be the standard, have completely explained what this man is.

Now Kara really doesn't care about what can appear in this world, the old man sent her a Kryptonian reunion gift package on the front foot, and a Wonder Woman patch on the back foot, or DLC doesn't seem to be a problem.

"Hello, Diana Prince." Kara took the lead and greeted the Wonder Woman.

"To be honest, I didn't think that in another universe, I would just be a comic book character." There was a slight smile on Diana's perfect goddess-like face.

"Maybe every one of us is a comic book character." Kara is very open-minded, she doesn't care if she's in a comic or a novel by an unscrupulous author, she just knows that she's doing well in this world at the moment, "Maybe in your world, this world is presented in the form of comics." ”

Diana was really amazed at Kara's completely open state. But thinking about what Kara said seems to be right, what if in her own world, which also appears in the form of comics?

It's not impossible.

And this heroine is obviously waiting for herself to kill that little gangster before coming out, but according to Kara's shallow perception of DC Comics, shouldn't the heroine come out when she wants to kill someone?

"You've been with me for a long time."

"No, I arrived when you killed the first thug." Glancing at the charred wound that had been caught in Kara's hot gaze, Diana calmly turned her head to look at Kara.

"You give me a bit of a Carl El feel." Diana looked at Kara in front of her.

It's not that she hasn't seen Carl El's cousin, but no matter which way she looks, Kara in front of her gives her the feeling of being more like Carl El.

Except, of course, the killing aspect.

"I don't think we're like each other at all, nowhere are the same, of course, if it's blood, I might be his cousin." Kara spread her hands and retorted to Diana's words.

"I thought it was a street hero who followed me, but I didn't think it would be you." As Kara said this, she turned and walked back down the alley, "You should come out and save that thug." ”

"Why?" Diana obviously didn't understand Kara's brain circuitry, but she still followed her into the depths of the alley.

"In that case, I'll be more impressed with you."

Listening to Kara's words, Diana also chuckled: "Although I have given up on humanity for a long time, I can still distinguish who should be saved and who should not be saved. ”

"And that guy obviously belongs to the one who shouldn't be saved."

After all, the guys who came out with rifles at night, since they are not military and police personnel, then the only possibility is that they themselves are not a good thing.

But then the law should judge him! And not for you to abuse lynching! At this moment, an angry voice rang out at the entrance of the alley.

Diana and Carla looked back at the guy in a black tights and blindfolded with a black cloth around him at about the same time.

"Do you know him?" As someone who has just arrived in this universe, Diana can be said to know nothing about this universe.

I even know if I appeared as a comic character in this universe, or because a colleague said that she had the same name as a comic character when she was at work, so I went to buy a comic and take a look.

In her original universe, she didn't have much time to read the so-called comic books.

"Maybe I know." Of course, Kara knew who this guy was here, what his name was, and what his abilities were.

But this guy is strictly a street hero.

There is no money, only some superpowers, and nothing else special. In Marvel, a world where the poor rely on mutation and the rich rely on technology, his existence can be said to be infinitely ignored.

"You can think of him as a civilian version of Batman." Kara didn't look at the black-covered man again, but walked back to the alley next to the Rand Building.

"As I said, you can't just take away someone's life." The man with the black cloth covering his head obviously had no eyesight, and was still getting closer to Carla and Diana.

"But it looks a little different from Batman, and he is still obsessed with procedural justice." Although Diana only glanced at the man, this did not prevent her from giving him such a definition.

Hearing Diana's words, Carla became interested: "Wait, isn't your Batman there obsessed with procedural justice?" ”

"When I approached him, he wasn't the kind of guy who was obsessed with procedural justice." Diana said this very calmly.

At this moment, Kara really has a little interest in the universe that Diana came over, what kind of universe does the old man drag over?

"I'm talking to you." The annoying black-clothed masked man spoke again, affecting their conversation.

"I'll deal with this guy first, and then we'll talk about your universe later." After Kara said this to Diana, she walked over to the masked man.

Diana tries to hold Carla, but she doesn't know what reason to hold Carla.

She was neither familiar with the masked man, nor with Kara in this universe.

However, compared to Karl Al, she has a better impression of Kara, who is now obvious and more decisive.

"Procedural justice? Why don't you help those who have died at the hands of the two of them, and say procedural justice? Kara stood in front of the masked man and said this rather indifferently.

"When those are dead, tell their relatives to forgive their enemies. Is there still such a truth in this world? ”

"But that's not a reason you can lynch them and take them of their lives, so what's the difference between you and a murderer?" The masked man said such a thing quite righteously.

"Then I suggest you tell those who died at their hands about your reasoning." Kara gently placed her hand on the masked man's right chest and pressed it down gently.

The masked man had already been pushed out directly by Kara.

The tremendous force instantly destroyed the masked man's right shoulder blade and right collarbone. The huge pain in his body made his brain choose to be in a coma at this moment to ensure that he could survive.

"Is he alright?" Watching the guy fly upside down, Diana couldn't be sure for a moment if the guy would survive.

"It's just a broken shoulder blade and collarbone, and it can't kill anyone, but it's enough to keep him in bed for a few more days." Kara said lightly.

"Now I think we can talk about what's going on in your universe." Looking at the perfect-looking woman beside her, Carla suddenly noticed that this guy seemed to be a little taller than herself.

After all, his eyes before could be said to be all attracted by Diana's perfect face.

His eyes silently moved to Diana's boots, only to find that they were not the wedges he was familiar with.

In other words, this Wonder Woman is much taller than herself, and does not rely on external objects.

"May I ask how tall you are?"

"1.83m, what's the problem?" Diana couldn't figure out why Carla asked such a question for a while, is height important?

"It's okay, just ask."