Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 5 The action begins (please collect, signed)

Crouching opposite the unusually guarded building, Wayne could now clearly see the criminals patrolling carefully inside.

The criminals outside the building were very careful to explore any possible hiding place.

Even on the rooftop of the building, there are snipers closely watching everyone's movements.

This is no longer a behavior that normal gangs can do.

But I believe that it would be difficult for a normal gang to integrate the entire Hell's Kitchen into one piece.

It would be quite difficult for Wayne to enter the building normally and obtain the supplies he needs.

But Wayne didn't intend to politely knock on the door and enter the building from the very beginning.

Isn't night the perfect time for bat hunting?

"Is there any problem?"

The sniper on the roof listened to the voice on the intercom and spoke to the other end quite calmly: "Nothing, not even a ghost."

"We can't take it lightly, otherwise the boss will skin us." The other end of the intercom was obviously more relaxed.

"Stay in your monitoring room and eat your hamburger." The sniper chewed his own gum and pulled off his earphones.

The guy's laughter came from the monitoring room.

"Hahaha."

"Damn bastard." The sniper felt a little uncomfortable. He was exposed to the wind and rain here, but the other one could stay indoors and eat.

However, there is nothing he can do, who makes this world always have unfair things.

He held his breath again and focused his gaze on the sight in front of him, observing the surrounding area.

In the small field of vision, a black shadow suddenly flashed.

The sniper glanced around with his sniper scope in an instant, trying to find the figure that flashed by.

But there was nothing around it, it seemed like it was just an illusion.

The sniper took his eyes off the scope and shook his head.

"Sometimes even the best sniper in the world will have hallucinations." He smiled and shook his head.

"Sometimes, what you see is not an illusion."

A deep and terrifying voice sounded behind the sniper.

The sniper's body, which was still warm, suddenly fell into an ice cellar.

He couldn't be sure whether the person behind him was a human or a ghost.

"What are you?" The sniper tried to talk to the guy behind him.

Wayne stood calmly behind him, watching the guy make some small movements.

"A criminal." Wayne leaned over and directly covered the sniper's mouth and nose, controlled his head, and smashed it against the edge of the roof.

After muffled.

There wasn't any sound of pain, just a body slowly relaxing.

The sniper has lost his consciousness.

The sniper's position was indeed a good place to observe all positions, but it was of little use to Wayne.

And behind him, there is a skylight that can see the top floor of the building.

There were a few guys laughing and pushing each other's drinks.

One of them hugged a girl with a good face and a hot body.

On the coffee table between them, stacks of US dollars were placed, and not far away was a safe for storing more cash.

Wayne had found what he was looking for.

Why these guys leave the cash just like that is simple.

In the eyes of these guys selling illegal drugs, money is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is their goods.

But in Wayne's eyes, goods need to be destroyed, and US dollars need to be used to build one's own base.

Looking down at the debauched scene below, Wayne needed a moment, a moment for them all to relax.

When one begins the most primal activity, the second is not far behind.

After the guy below inhaled the white powder in front of him into his nose, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on his sofa.

The woman next to me squatted down quite skillfully.

"Hmm~ Hahaha!! This is the life we ​​should live!!!" The guy obviously became a little deranged because of the contraband, he laughed.

No one around him would laugh at him.

Because other people feel the same way.

"What Spider-Man, what superhero! It's just a soft bastard who doesn't dare to kill people! Hahaha! It's okay this time, I was directly killed by the boss."

The man holding the whiskey glass was already quite calm about what was happening in front of him.

"If those guys weren't so annoying, we'd already be living our best lives."

Perhaps when talking about Spider-Man, he got angry, and a guy pulled the woman next to him over.

When they raised their heads and waited for the woman to serve, they found a figure on the skylight looking at them quietly.

"Look at what."

The guy pulled out his gun and was just about to let the guy do his job honestly.

Wayne moved.

Jumping high, the cloak behind him blocked the moonlight, revealing a very real bat logo.

"Boom!!"

The sound of breaking glass made those who were not high yet tremble.

The brightest lights were shot by bat darts as soon as Wayne came down.

The remaining lights are dim and weak, making this space extremely ambiguous.

And when Wayne fell directly, it was already doomed that tonight could not be a night that would make them happy.

"Son" The man under Wayne's direct control wanted to say something cruel, but only the iron fist from Wayne ushered in.

With one punch, a man may have to live on liquid food for the rest of his life.

Scarlet blood was already all over the whole face, and there were a few blood-stained teeth here and there.

It looks like

Dead dog?

Except for the guy who was already high, everyone woke up instantly. They all took out their pistols and pointed them at Wayne.

Before they could shoot, Wayne had already pulled the trigger of his hook gun.

The sharp barb pierced the thigh of one of the men.

"what!!!"

The man's cry had no effect on Wayne.

Wayne unceremoniously used the man as his weapon and threw him up, knocking over all the people around him.

Pulling the trigger again pulled the man in front of him, Wayne punched the man in the chest and sent him flying.

Without giving them a chance to react, Wayne has already arrived in front of one of the guys with his own speed.

The speed and strength were fully displayed at this moment, and he hugged the guy's body with one hand, and fell heavily over his shoulder.

Under Wayne's display, that guy directly smashed the sofa beside him.

And the guy who was high before was still smiling crazily there, completely ignoring that there were no guys he was familiar with around.

He even waved to Wayne: "Let's go together! I like threesomes."

Wayne's response to him was quite concise and powerful, punching the man's face after punching until he couldn't see the guy's appearance at all.

But Wayne was sure that the guy wasn't dead.