American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 3 Naihe Island

Little did Downton know that Bruce was watching him.

Or rather, even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

After crossing the police cordon, Downton swaggered to the place where he had just died.

Compared to that time, the Russian mafia has become much less populated, and it is clear that the Italian mafia is about to win.

Donton doesn't care who wins or loses, as long as he has a gun, he won't let go.

boom!
After killing the Russian closest to him, Donton picked up the gangster's pistol and continued killing with both guns.

Opposite him, some Italian gangsters had already broken into the Russian position.

Seeing that Donton had dealt with a Russian, Falconet's men came up to Donton and gave him a ferocious smile.

“Well done, you actually got behind the Dimitrov family.

After we finish the battle, we will ask the boss for credit for you."

"Please be paralyzed."

In response to Falcone's men's words, Donton simply turned the gun.

boom!
Falcone's men died with their eyes open.

While the people around him were stunned, Donton emptied the magazines of the first group of Falcone's men who rushed into the Russian position.

Compared with the last time, Donton's performance this time was much better. He killed five people in just one wave.

Seeing Donton killing people indiscriminately, the nearby Russian and Italian gangs were all stunned.

"Fuck, he's not one of us!"

"This is a lunatic!"

"Whose subordinate is he?"

"Kill him!"

"Fredrey is dead!"

"Fuck him, he's dead, no one can save him!!!"

In a blink of an eye, Donton was hit by tons of bullets, and both sides in the fierce fight turned their guns towards him.

In less than five seconds, Downton fell to the ground again, and his body turned into flames again, adding a little heat to Gotham's gloomy weather.

A moment later, accompanied by heavy breathing, Donton, holding two guns, looked around.

After his first death in the morning, Downton gained a new talent. Every time he died, he would reappear intact at a random location near the place of death.

Being able to come back from death is already a blessing from heaven. Although the random location is a bit troublesome, Donton doesn't care.

He walked directly towards the two homeless men who were standing stiffly nearby.

Seeing Downton approaching, two homeless people who were hiding under the suspension track to avoid the rain and warm themselves by the fire immediately started to run away.

Seeing how fast they were running, Donton raised his pistol to the air.

boom!
"Stop!"

As the gunshots rang out, the two homeless men stopped at lightning speed.

They turned around and raised their hands, instinctively taking small steps back while speaking hurriedly to Donton.

"I didn't see anything!"

"Stop talking nonsense. Where is this? There's not even a taxi on the street."

Donton did not approach them, but just asked them from a distance.

Hearing Donton's question, one of the homeless men answered.

"This is Nahe Island, the poorest place in Gotham
No one will take a taxi here. Anyone who can afford to take a taxi is considered a big shot here. We are lucky to have some garbage to eat here."

After the words fell, the two homeless men looked at each other, then turned and ran in different directions.

Looking at the homeless man's fleeing back, Donton pursed his lips.

"Naihe Island? Arkham Asylum seems to be nearby.

But there is not even a taxi, let alone a private car, how am I going to get back to downtown Gotham?"

Donton put his gun in his pocket, took two steps along the dilapidated road, and then walked into the rain along the tram tracks.

The Island of Death is indeed a slum in Gotham. There is not even anyone holding an umbrella in the rain, and Downton's tattered clothes, which should have been conspicuous, are actually normal attire in the Island of Death.

Because everything here is in tatters.

After walking for more than 500 meters, a car finally drove up from the road.

Donton rushed to the middle of the road and stopped the car.

The car door was violently opened with the sound of tires braking against the ground.

"Don't you have any fucking eyes!"

The driver cursed at Donton while reaching into his pocket for a pistol, but before he could pull out his gun, Donton's gun was already against his head.

"Do you want an extra fucking eye?"

Donton cursed back and then pointed his other gun at the back seat of the sedan.

"Get out of the car!" he shouted to a figure sitting in the back seat.

"No problem, don't shoot. You look like you're in a hurry. I don't mind giving you a ride." The man in the back seat opened the car door and gave Donton a gentle smile.

The man then waved at the driver, who had a gun to his throat.

“Anthony, put your guns away, we won’t get hurt.

This gentleman is in a hurry, we have to be considerate, how about sending him first?"

Having said that, the man turned to Donton and nodded slightly.

“Life on Naihe Island is not easy. As someone who works here, I understand your difficulties very well.

Believe me, we don't have to fight and kill each other. Life is about helping each other.

You can call me Jonathan, I work at the insane asylum over there, maybe you've heard of me.

Well, it seems you didn't hear it. Where are you going? I'll let Anthony take you there."

Having said that, Jonathan, with a gentle smile on his face, waved to Donton and motioned for him to sit next to him.

In response to Jonathan's greeting, Donton sat in the back seat without hesitation, and the rain on his body wet Jonathan's pants.

Jonathan not only didn't mind the water stains on his pants, but also took a towel and handed it to Donton.

"You may feel more comfortable if you wipe the water off. I have some spare clothes here, and I think you can use them.

Anthony, don't stand in the rain any longer, come back and drive."

"understood!"

The driver, Anthony, nodded unhappily and returned to the driving seat.

As he closed the car door, Anthony turned around and glared at Donton.

"In this crappy place called Gotham, I shouldn't have had any damn compassion. I should have just run right into him!"

After complaining, Anthony spat out the window.

"Where are you going, asshole? You better not be too far away!"

"Go to the city center, near the bus station."

"city center?"

Hearing what Donton said, Anthony turned around in surprise.

"There seems to be a war going on over there. Are you sure you want to go there?"

"Drive your car!"

In response to Anthony's question, Downton pressed the gun he was aiming at Anthony against the back of Anthony's head.

Feeling the outline of the gun's muzzle, Anthony nodded unhappily.

"I'll listen to you. You're the boss today."

The car was started by Anthony and then started to move slowly. At the same time, Jonathan beside Donton couldn't help but ask softly.

"Are you Falcone's subordinate, or a member of the Russian mafia? But why are you on Naihe Island?
When I heard about the exchange of fire in the city center from the radio, it was almost an hour ago. It might be a bit late for you to rush over now. The fighting should be almost over there."

At this point, Jonathan took out a glass of whiskey from the mini fridge.

"Would you like some? The rain in Gotham is particularly cold and gloomy. A glass of strong liquor to warm up your body would be a little better."

"No, shut up."

Donton used a pistol to knock over the drink that Jonathan handed over, and then put the muzzle of the gun into Jonathan's heart.

Seeing this, Jonathan helplessly adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled bitterly.

"Strong liquor is harder to wash out than rain. What a pity for my pants."

"Shut up!"

boom!
The bullet grazed Jonathan's chest and pierced his suit, forcing Jonathan to take a breath.

"OK, I'll shut up and don't get excited, sir."

At this point, Jonathan stopped talking. The car was silent for a full half hour before finally stopping near the battlefield.

Donton got out of the car and waved to Jonathan and Anthony without looking back.

Looking at Donton's back, Anthony leaned over from the driver's seat to Jonathan and asked in a low voice.

"Boss, are we just going to let him go like this?"

"Oh, it's just a Gotham-style accident. People like him won't live long in Gotham."

Jonathan responded, then took off his torn suit and put on the spare one.

After putting on his clothes, he gently rolled down the car window and squinted at Donton's back.

"I will say hello to Falcone. Although I don't know his name, he will come to me and compensate me with a piece of clothing."

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