American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 2: The Dead in Gotham Never Rest

About fifteen minutes later, the taxi stopped quietly on the side of the road.

This place is less than half a block away from the bus station, and the distant gunshots and fierce artillery fire have made the suspended light rail above the street restless.

Seeing Downton get out of the car indifferently, the taxi driver waved at Downton while playing with the Magnum bullets.

"Good luck to you, buddy, for your generosity."

"Good luck to yourself, I don't need that thing's favor!"

As he spoke, Donton pulled out a pistol from his waist and swaggered towards the increasingly intense gunfire against the crowd.

Seeing the bullet holes and blood stains on Downton's clothes, the passers-by who were hiding nearby and watching the battlefield retreated, but the Gotham police walked towards Downton.

"GCPD!"

From a distance, the police shouted to Downton.

"Whose subordinate are you, Sabatini or Dimitrov? Tell the truth!"

In response to the Gotham police's inquiries, Downton sneered and shook the gun.

"I'm with Boss Sabatini. Are you sure you want to stop me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton strode forward without hesitation, used his chest to break through the police's weak blockade, and walked towards the direction of the gunshot.

Behind him, the police officers enforcing the blockade looked at each other.

"Does Sabatini have any Asian subordinates?"

"I haven't heard of it. Almost all of Boss Falcone's subordinates are of Italian descent. Isn't Sabatini also associated with Falcone?"

"It's only the small gangs like Dimitrov that really have only Russians. As for Falcone, he's the king of Gotham, it's not surprising who has his men!"

"you sure?"

"We are having dinner with Falcone. If they are Russians, we will stop them no matter what. But Asians should be fine."

"I hope there's nothing wrong with this Asian identity. Otherwise, we're paid so much money, we can't just do the floor cleaning job, we have to contribute at least a little bit!"

The policemen chatted with each other, watching indifferently as Downton walked towards the battlefield.

As the gunshots got closer, the glow of the flames, the smoke, and the occasional tremors made Donton swallow.

The weight of the Desert Eagle effectively dispelled his few remaining nervousness, and he just faced the stray bullets and quietly came to the vicinity of two thugs hiding behind the bunker.

Seeing him approaching, the Russian thug, who occasionally raised his hands and fired a few shots randomly after leaving the cover, was stunned for a moment.

"What the hell are you?"

"The boss doesn't have any Asians under his command!"

The two Russian thugs suddenly realized something, and they immediately wanted to move their guns towards Donton.

But Downton has already fired!

"boom!"

With a loud bang, a large cloud of blood mist exploded from the right chest of one of the gangsters.

The Desert Eagle is already very powerful. Rednecks usually use it to hunt bears and wild boars. Using it to hit people is really a disrespect to that person.

The remaining thug was shocked by the broken picture, and his face was covered with his teammates' blood and internal organs.

But even though their vision was blocked, the thugs who were not shot went crazy and emptied their magazines in the direction of Downton in just a few moments.

Bang bang bang bang! ! !

Following a series of gunshots, Donton couldn't help but groan. Although the opponent's shot was very off target, he was still hit by a bullet because the distance was too close.

He had no experience yet, and he just felt like he was shot in the lung, making it difficult for him to breathe.

In addition, the recoil of the Desert Eagle is indeed too strong, and my palms feel a little numb.

But his leg is fine, which is good news.

Using his free left hand to cover his left rib, which did not feel any pain but was bleeding profusely, Donton took two steps forward and put the muzzle of the gun against the head of the remaining Russian.

boom!
After the gunshot, even Donton's lips were stained with something disgusting and filthy. He didn't know whether it was blood or the even more disgusting tofu pudding.

He quickly wiped his face with his sleeves twice, and then he spat twice, but as he spit, he couldn't help but spit out some blood foam.

Not far away, more Russian mafia thugs also saw Downton's approach and actions.

"Damn it, I got hit from behind by Falcone's men!"

"Urichenovsky's head was blown up!"

"What the hell are those policemen doing?"

"Those policemen were bribed by Falcone. They released Falcone's men!!!"

While yelling, the Russian gangsters sent four or five people to rush towards Donton.

Donton aimed his gun from a distance and shot down the bastard who ran the straightest. Then his chest and thighs were hit by the opponent's bullets one after another like red balloons exploding.

The quality of Gotham's thugs is far superior to that of the African blacks. They are quite accurate in their shots. Even with the agility of the future Batman, he is often shot.

After being shot, Donton lay on the ground motionless due to the force of the bullet.

Although his adrenaline was still working, Downton didn't want to waste his bullets with his current body.

He couldn't see clearly and couldn't aim accurately.

Seeing Downton lying motionless in a pool of blood, the gang members came closer and one of them kicked Downton in the ribs.

"Damn, where did this Asian come from!" the man cursed and then shot another shot at Donton's head.

Bang, blood splashed, but the next second...

"My grass!"

"What the hell!"

"He...he's burning!"

"He turned to ash!"

“It’s gone!!!”

The thugs who came to support watched as Donton's tattered body spontaneously combusted out of thin air, and in just a few moments it turned into ashes and dissipated into the air.

On the top of a building on a distant corner, a homeless man who was watching the battlefield through a telescope saw this scene and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, the homeless man quickly took out his camera and took two photos of the location where Downton disappeared into ashes, while asking.

"Alfred, I've only been gone for seven years, and even the dead in Gotham have become abnormal?"

"what?"

Alfred, who was sitting on the other side of the hidden headphones, was slightly stunned while making tea.

"Master, the dead in Gotham are never at peace, but I still want to know what you saw."

"Nothing, I took a picture and will give it to you when I get back."

Bruce responded and continued to observe the battlefield.

Although he had just returned to the city, the hatred in his heart prevented him from staying idle at home.

He was eager to do something, and even more eager to make some people get retribution!

So in recent days, Bruce has been wandering the streets of Gotham as a homeless man.

It certainly wouldn't miss today's gang war scene.

While Bruce was observing, a rapid breathing sound was heard in the alley behind the Gotham Museum of Natural History in Burnley.

"Oh, damn, this feels really bad."

With his clothes becoming even more tattered, Donton took a deep breath, then removed the magazine and loaded it with bullets.

After reinserting the magazine, Donton put the pistol on his waist and trotted out onto the road.

"taxi!"

After hailing a taxi, Donton quickly told the location, and soon he returned to the place where he was stopped by the police.

The police were still chatting.

"I thought that Asian guy was Falcone's secret weapon."

"He died as soon as he said he would. It was a damn quick death, but at least three of them were replaced."

"Stop talking nonsense. At least he is not afraid of death. It is rare to have such a younger brother."

"That's right. I've been a policeman for so long, and I only killed one person when I was surrendering to the Falconet family. That Asian killed three people in just a short moment, which is more than the number of people I have killed in my entire life."

Just as everyone was chatting, a slightly trembling voice suddenly came from the police.

"Fuck, what did I see!"

"What did you see?"

Several people around him looked at him curiously, and then followed his gaze into the distance.

As a result, they were all stunned.

"My grass!"

"Shet!"

"What the hell is that!"

"Did I see it wrong?"

“It’s that Asian guy!”

"He's not... Holy shit, is this Groundhog Day?!!"

Faced with a barrage of swear words, Donton came to the police again with a pistol in hand.