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Chapter 364 Diana's Battle
"You are nothing, not a human?"

Donton interrupted Gordon with a smile, then supported Ciri's shoulder and pouted at Gordon.

"Gordon, you old man, please stop being so lonely.

I admit that you were not a Roman before. After all, although the Romans have become bigger and stronger, they have not yet turned Gotham into an ironclad entity.

He is far from it!
But as for me, you can see clearly that anyone who could struggle in Gotham was killed by me. Now, from the mayor to the homeless, they are all my people!

You are not mine at this time?
Or you can just come over and play with everyone.

Or you should take your kids and move out of Gotham.

What? Do you really think I don’t like going to Loli Island?

If you mess with me again, believe it or not, I will go talk to Barbara!
Believe it or not, in less than a month, I will let your Barbara be pregnant with another little Barbara!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Donton raised his right hand with ill intent, put it to his temple and made a gesture as if he was shooting himself.

Looking at Downton's actions, Gordon swallowed hard.

On the side, Clark rolled his eyes and then laughed.

“Don, don’t scare this sheriff.

And here comes Sheriff, since Tang admires you, then you...then you should relax a little.

I can understand your discomfort. When I came here a few days ago, I felt just as uncomfortable as you.

But there are some things that are worth accepting appropriately. People are not as bad as you think. "

After he finished speaking, Clark nodded to Sheriff Gordon.

Hearing this, Sheriff Gordon continued to swallow and nodded.

"Tang, I have diabetes and can't drink too much."

"Haha, then you can go to the kids' table~"

After a teasing, Donton embraced Ciri and waved to everyone.

“All kidding aside, it’s more important to welcome our guests.

Ciri and Geralt are coming to our world for the first time. Please share with them something new about our world.

They are both demon hunters, and probably prefer weapons from our world.

Floyd, clean up your gun room and get some good stuff to show off.

Having said that, I have never seriously played with a gun. Although there is no need to learn it, it’s nice to play with it occasionally.

Come on, Clark, give us a hand and let's build a shooting range in the west forest."

"No problem, I'll go clean it up right away."

Clark nodded to Tang and his mother respectively, then used his super speed to go far away to clean up.

He feels very comfortable that he can fully display his strength and speed in life.

The fact that everyone in the manor never made a fuss made him feel that he was no longer a freak.

Looking at the busy Clark, Zatanna raised her right hand and asked Geralt, who was confused.

“Geralt, I know you, but why didn’t Yennefer and Triss come?

I am very interested in the witchcraft of your world, and I want to communicate with them~"

"Of course, no problem. Geralt and I are just exploring the way.

Now that I know the way, I will bring Yennefer, Triss and the others to play here when I have time."

Ciri smiled and responded to Zatanna's words, then broke away from Donton's arm and joined a group of women.

Rachel, Zatanna, Selina, and a slightly uncomfortable Martha came over and said something, but soon laughter was heard.

Seeing that the women were chatting happily, Donton did not join in. Instead, he picked out a large-caliber shotgun from the many guns that Floyd brought back and started fiddling with it in his hands.

While Downton was fiddling with his weapon, Bruce exhaled and took off his mask.

For him now, it seems that taking off the mask in the manor has become a habit.

Today, the manor and everyone in it seem to have become the anchor of Bruce Wayne's identity, making Batman no longer just Batman.

Aside, looking at Bruce's face.

Gordon swallowed hard.

“I… uh, Bruce… you’re really different now than you were before.

But I mean... I mean, why am I here, and I'm just an old cop?
Donton, I can't help you, even if I am willing to go along with you and be dirty..."

"That's called having similar interests. You're the one who's in cahoots with others. You and your wife are in cahoots with others every day and night!"

Donton raised his middle finger to Gordon in annoyance, and Gordon took a deep breath and then hurriedly explained.

"OK, I'll listen to you, we have similar interests.

In short, even if I became your person, I couldn't help you in any way.

With what you've done in Gotham, even the White House can't do anything to you.

If you want the President to poop in public, he will just quietly prepare tissues, find a suitable place, take off his pants and squat down.

What do you need a useless old policeman like me for?"

"uh-huh?"

Listening to Gordon's words, Floyd, who was adjusting the gun, handed the Barrett in his hand to Geralt.

While motioning Geralt to put his hand on the trigger, he spoke to Gordon without turning his head.

“Officer Gordon, why the hell do you care so much?
Don't you understand yet? Only vulgar people like us would consider this and that, while Tang only pursues happiness.

Why are you here? Because Don is happy.

If you continue to ask questions and make Tang unhappy, do you want to bear the consequences?"

At this point, Floyd patted Geralt's arm.

"Geralt, follow my lead. Hold this thing up, look through the scope, pick a tree, and pull the trigger..."

“That’s the fucking tree I planted when I was a kid!!!”

On the side, Bruce snorted in annoyance, then grabbed the gun that Geralt had just raised, and adjusted the muzzle from the poor tree to the target that Clark had just placed in the open space in the woods.

“Aim at the far target, be prepared for the recoil, and pull the trigger.

You are a demon hunter, your physical fitness is far superior to that of ordinary people, this big gun is very suitable for you."

At this point, Bruce nodded encouragingly.

Seeing this, Geralt aimed his cat-like pupils at the sight and pulled the trigger.

boom!
There was a gunshot.

Clark, who was far away, immediately picked up the target with a hit on the head and rushed to Geralt.

"Good job, man. You can't tell it's your first time shooting a gun."

"Ha, that's nothing, a crossbow is much more difficult than this."

Geralt responded modestly, and at the same time raised his hand and touched the bullet hole he had made on the target with great interest.

The one-centimeter-thick steel plate was directly pierced by the Barrett. Such power made Geralt nod in appreciation.

He just patted the gun in his hand.

“It may not be nice to say this, but can I bring back a few of these guns?

If my fellow demon hunters and I had this weapon, it would be much easier to hunt large monsters."

“No problem, I can also help you get some silver bullets.

I have plenty of money now, haha, although I might lose my life if I follow Tang, I will definitely have money, "

Floyd waved his hand generously, and Geralt immediately threw the Barrett in his hand to Ciri who was waiting anxiously in the distance.

Seeing Barrett flying dozens of meters away in the blink of an eye, Gordon swallowed his saliva and felt a little full. "Is this the demon hunter? Damn, he is really powerful!"

As he spoke, he took the gold M1911 from Floyd and started playing with it in his hands.

Seeing this, Ciri and the other women stopped their chat and came near Donton and the others.

How many American women don't know how to use a gun?

Everyone fired shots at each other, and Ciri had a great time.

And just when everyone was showing off on the shooting range.

Lex walked out of the laboratory and came to Donton with a tablet.

Patting Downton's arm gently, he handed the tablet in his hand to Downton.

"Don."

Lex said with a deep look in his eyes.

"A new situation has occurred in Israel. The goddess is moving much faster than we are."

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Donton took the tablet and took a look. On the tablet was a picture of Israel taken by a satellite.

After the two witch siblings went to Israel, there was no doubt that Israel was directly transformed into their territory.

Although not all the Israelis died, the casualties were definitely heavy. That group of proud people were also transformed by the brother and sister into magical beings to serve them.

And now, Diana rushed directly to the brother and sister with a sword, fighting with them.

Although they were outnumbered one against two, the witch siblings were no match for Diana and were soon suppressed and beaten by Diana.

Looking at the majestic Diana on the screen, Downton couldn't help rubbing the back of his head.

"Haha, Diana is really efficient.

But... damn, I had just promised the brother and sister a piece of promised land, and then Diana came knocking on their door.

Aren’t they cursing me in their hearts?”

"Uh……"

Listening to what Donton said, Lex shrugged and handed the tablet to others.

Bruce took the tablet and took a look at it, then passed it on and spoke to Downton.

"Tang, this is what we should do!"

"It's your job, not mine."

Downton shook his finger at Bruce.

“After all, the brother and sister had just woken up and ran to me to pay their respects.

I received gifts and respect from the siblings, but I didn't see the president kneel for me.

What's more, the brother and sister are fully qualified to retaliate against the Washington government.

It was that fucking black woman from the Sky Eye Society who dug out the witch, and that old woman even threatened her with the witch's heart.

Anyway, I can't find any reason to deal with them. I'm not a good person. It's enough that they respect me."

After he finished speaking, Donton pursed his lips and thought about whether he should go to Israel to help the two siblings.

As for anti-humanity?
Donton doesn't care about any anti-human shit, he only remembers the witch's supermodel figure.

Seeing that Downton was lost in thought, Lex quickly spoke to him.

“Don, even though you promised them a piece of land, our world is not that simple.

If they can't defend the land, it only means they don't have the strength to do it. You don't have to do more for them!"

"you're right."

Donton nodded, agreeing with Lex, and then spoke to Zatanna beside him.

"Xiao Zha."

"I'm here, boss. What's up? Do you want to see a magic show?"

"Haha, I want to see you wearing black stockings, stop it, Xiaoza."

Donton and Zatanna joked about it and then continued.

“Please pay attention to Israel. No matter who loses, you should help me.

I made a promise to the brother and sister, so now, no matter what, I must at least save their lives.

Although they both killed a lot of people, that has nothing to do with me. My promise is much more important than the people of Washington.

As for Diana... Damn it, I actually quite like the way she curses in front of me, it makes me feel so conquered."

"Aha?"

Listening to what Donton said, Zatanna widened her eyes in confusion. Selina on the side took advantage of her unpreparedness, grabbed Zatanna's slender waist and said.

"Xiao Zha, now you know what kind of woman my husband likes, right?
So, why bother hiding in bed in the middle of the night and rubbing the pillow between your thighs, always causing trouble for the maid who washes the pillows?

You can learn from Diana and walk around my husband a few more times, then you will have a chance to sleep with him..."

"Shut up, you catwoman, you said he is your husband, and I am not that kind of woman!!!"

Zatanna blushed and pinched Selina's waist, and Selina hugged Zatanna in her arms.

While stroking Zatanna's belly, Selina licked her lips and looked at the heroic Diana on the screen.

On the side, Geralt and Ciri came closer and looked at the tablet curiously.

When they saw the devastating battle on the screen, they both took a deep breath in unison.

"This is the battle between gods that I remember, damn it!"

After Geralt exclaimed, he quickly looked at Donton and asked.

"Tang, who is stronger between you and them?
From what you just said, they will all submit to you, is that right?"

"Submission? They are all weirder than each other. It's good enough that they don't draw their swords in front of me.

But I'm not bragging. Compared to me, what they play is just playing house.

Just let Xiao Zha wait and take advantage of them, let’s continue our party, Ah Fu just happened to bring the wine over~”

Donton smiled and praised Geralt and the other two, then took a bottle of his favorite tequila and brought it to his lips.

Gordon put down the gun that had hit his wrist and made it numb, took the drink and took a sip.

After tasting the wine, Gordon raised his glass in confusion.

“Although I feel like I shouldn’t be here, anyway… after witnessing the disaster in Washington, I’m glad that Gotham has the Revenant and all of you!
To this day, I am still satisfied with the existing peace in Gotham, and I can't forget the sight of you boarding the plane that night!
Although in my opinion, you are all guys who should be put in jail, but I still thank you for your existence.

Here's to each and every one of you, and the damn city of Gotham!!!"

"Haha, well said, cheers to Gotham!"

Downton cooperated by raising his glass and glanced at Gordon with appreciation.

"And Gordon, if anyone says you can't flatter me again, I'll get mad at them!
"Your words made even Bruce's old face burst into laughter, haha!"

"I'm not old yet, Don!"

"I think what Don said is right. Although you are young, you are no different from an old man. Cheers to Gotham and the always stern-faced Batman!"

"Cheers to all of us!"

Clark finally raised his glass and drank it down in one gulp with excitement.

Looking at everyone drinking, Martha looked at her son with emotion from a distance.

Clark, the outlier, has finally found brothers and sisters who can accept him.

I, an unqualified mother, can finally rest assured.

(End of this chapter)