Every Saturday, the Gotham Times has a page called Gotham Impression, which is specially provided to several citizens who were immediately selected, asking them to make sentences using "Gotham", "yes", and a specific adjective.

At the beginning, what usually appears on that page is "Gotham is grand", "Gotham is magnificent", and "Gotham is luxurious".

But soon, the layout deteriorated.

As time goes by, this materialistic city gradually reveals a dark and dirty side, "Gotham is rotten" and "Gotham is sinful"

Deadly, cursed.

Then, some unconventional young people began to form words using the names of some famous villains.

"Gotham is a two-faced man" - the city is beautiful and dirty.

"Gotham is a mud-faced man" - this city sinks into the mud

"Gotham is the clown" - crazy, chaos, vicious...

Hiss, ha...

Scarface was gasping, and the man hiding in the cloak strangled his neck and raised it in the air with one hand. His swaying toes struggled to step on the steering wheel of the vehicle, barely supporting the balance.

Or maybe Gotham is Batman.

Resolute and profound, never surrender, majestic and solemn, just like a marble statue standing in the dark sun warehouse, and a thick, ancient armor filled with dust.

The dark knight's pupils, Gujing Wubo, asked hoarsely to Scarface: "Save you, what are you talking about?"

A crisp gunfire sounded, copper bullets were rotating and tearing the air, and the circular bottom groove was engraved with digital signs left by steel assembly lines, filled with the smell of raw and cold blood.

However, before Scarface was penetrated by this bullet, the Dark Knight had waved his cloak. The specially strengthened aramid fiber was indestructible after being powered on, and the barrier generally blocked the shooting.

Li Ang frowned slightly, stopped slowly, and shouted from afar: "Who are you?"

He had studied martial arts in his previous life. Even without using spiritual consciousness, he could roughly sense how terrible power this cloaked man contained.

That is the limit that a human body can reach.

"I didn't expect that there would be anyone who could reach the level of a master now." Li Ang sighed and asked helplessly: "Are you in the same group with him?"

The Dark Knight looked at the scarred face, and whispered: "No."

At this moment, the scanner in his Kevlar's helmet was testing Li Ang in all aspects, height, fat, body weight, body temperature, and even breathing frequency and sound wave frequency band.

"All citizens' files of Gotham Police Department have been retrieved, and no matching information was found."

The smart terminal casts cold blue characters on the retina of the Dark Knight, and he stands silently, blocking the way Li Ang kills Scarface.

The Dark Knight asked, "Who are you?"

"Just a passerby." Li Ang pulled the cloth covering his face, lowered his voice and said, "Since you are not from the same group as him, don't stop me and kill him."

"He will be put in jail and be punished as he deserves."

A burst of rapid sirens came from the dock in the distance, and the red and blue light flashed in a series of flashes, illuminating the corners of the desolate and decaying lower city.

"Ha, what punishment can you give? Light the sky lantern or cut it into pieces?" Li Ang turned his head and said with a sneer: "Anyway, they are all dirty scum, they have killed all of them, and the world is dry and clean."

He leaned forward and rushed forward, and two bullets flew into Batman's eyes accurately. However, the latter had already taken a step sideways half a second before Li Ang pulled the trigger, dodging the two shots.

Just a cover, Li Ang stepped on the ground and shot out, slamming Batman's chest, but the reinforced Kevlar armor did not even have any traces of sunkenness, making a dull sound.

Batman silently grabbed Li Ang's wrist joint and smashed him against the roof of the truck.

The steel ceiling was directly smashed into a dent. After being hit hard, Li Ang opened his mouth and spit out a mouthful of turbid blood. The blood foam was still filled with dense bubbles.

After all, the body of this young man was still overwhelmed. With the strengthening of his psychic energy, he has been at the end of his strength and has barely stood up only by relying on Li Ang's strong will.

"We don't have to be enemies, I want to talk to you..."

Before the Dark Knight finished speaking, he saw Li Ang smiling at the corner of his mouth, and his face was unchanged and smashed his elbows hard with a pistol butt. His bones and muscles suddenly compressed, and his whole arm was as thin as firewood, breaking free from Batman's palm.

Li Ang pedaled at Batman's ankle and slid out of the truck's roof to hit the last bullet in the magazine on the truck's accelerator.

In an instant, the fire swept through the night, gasoline burned, the air expanded, and the violent explosion directly swallowed Batman and the scar face on his hand.

The dust dissipated, Batman rolled and landed on the ground, his armor and cloak were broken, and more than a dozen sharp iron pieces of different shapes were inserted into the depths of the flesh, and the ticking and sliding plasma shone brightly under the flames.

Without protection, Scarface is far from so lucky. It has long turned into human-shaped coke. For this scum, this can barely be considered a safe and happy ending.

Sheriff Gordon of Gotham Police Department drove in, lifted Batman up and leaned him against the wheel of the police car.

"You're injured."

"Not serious." The Dark Knight silently choked the iron pieces one by one and threw them on the ground. He then took out a cylindrical steel sprayer from his waist. The raging flames ejected from the top of the sprayer burned the iron pieces and plasma on the ground to gray-black.

Seeing this, Gordon sighed and said, "Are you worried that I will go to test these blood stains? You don't have to be so careful about me."

"It's not to guard against you, Gordon." The Dark Knight took out a spray drum from his waist and sprayed some dark green gel into his wound, wrapping it around.

He looked up and looked at the Gotham policemen who rushed into the warehouse, muttering to himself: "The city is getting more and more chaotic. I can feel the ubiquitous depression in the air, just like the evening before the storm."

Sheriff Gordon rubbed his brown beard with perseverance and anxiety buried in his eyes, "Who knows, we have not been like this all these years..."

He turned around and found that there was no one around him.

"Sheriff, there are several Gotham Pier specializing in human trafficking in the warehouse. They have all been killed. There are also some Southeast Asian smugglers, one of which was a little girl who was gunshot wounded, and the ambulance arrived immediately."

The policeman's shout came from the intercom, and Sheriff Gordon sighed, lowered the brim of the police cap and walked towards the warehouse.
Chapter completed!