There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

The team now consists of three rough-looking men.

Brock, who had not consumed nicotine for a long time, experienced withdrawal symptoms. He hunched over, his head bobbing from side to side like a rattle-drum, resembling a zombie that had given up thinking.

"How long will it take us to get out of here?"

"I'll be lucky until tomorrow morning. I reckon it's around 3 a.m. now. I wonder if Barbara is asleep yet." Gordon's face was filled with sorrow at the thought of possibly never seeing his daughter again.

Qin Wei wasn't having an easy time either.

He was the initiator of this suicide plan and bore all the pressure.

He had this question when he watched Batman movies before.

To cleanse Gotham of its filth, a masked hero who works only at night is far from enough. Without economic revitalization and a huge gap between the rich and poor, the status quo of nobles and gentry sucking the blood of the common people will not change.

Instead of taking huge risks to fight crime, some funds should be allocated to improve Gotham's economy; every job created will reduce the number of thugs.

But he later learned that Gotham's chronic problems had been sown a century ago, with rotten roots that made Bruce Wayne impoverished in the face of oligarchic families that had been operating for centuries, with only money left.

Money is precisely the most useless thing to his enemies.

Could it be that just because of one thought I had back then, this world without Batman was born?

Thinking about this, Qin Wei became even more frustrated.

The more frustrated he became, the more his negative emotions spread, and the more his negative emotions spread, the more frustrated he became. It seemed to be an endless Möbius strip, and he was an ant crawling on the strip.

The three of them fell two more floors down the sewer.

Although they no longer had a map to guide them, Gordon still remembered the general structure of the sewers. There were four levels in total, and they had now reached the last level.

If all goes well, they will find the water outlet on this floor.

The water level on the fourth floor reached around the three people's waists, and the current became increasingly rapid. The good news was that they didn't need to exert themselves to walk; the current would simply push them towards the destination.

The bad news is that Brock appears to have suffered poisoning symptoms from inhaling an excessive amount of methane gas.

"Partner... I feel a bit cold, and my head is spinning. Am I going to die here?!"

Brock gave a weary smile, knowing that even if he got out of the sewer, he wouldn't be able to climb out of the sea with his body like this.

Gordon, his face ashen, remained silent, supporting his partner's back with both hands as they moved forward.

The rough-and-tumble men are on the verge of despair.

Qin Wei had never missed Bruce Wayne so much.

When the understated nature of the comics was transferred to reality, he realized just how heavy the burden on the Dark Knight's shoulders truly was.

Divinity.

This is perhaps something that can be found in all superheroes, but is the only thing that Batman lacks.

What comes to mind when people talk about this word? Is it Superman with his arms outstretched and cape flying in the sun, or the Flash who runs until the last piece of flesh is broken and reverses time?

It definitely won't be Bruce Wayne.

Even under Nolan's direction, the Dark Knight, who takes the blame for all of Harvey Dent's crimes, is far from being divine.

But now, Qin Wei sensed that divinity that had never been described before.

"Understand me...become me...surpass me, to save Gotham...to save the poor people..."

In a daze, a memory that did not belong to him flashed through Qin Wei's mind. It seemed to belong to the original owner of this body. He was immersed in a huge container, with hoarse and broken whispers echoing in his ears.

……

"The exit! The exit is ahead!"

Gordon's excited shouts pulled Qin Wei back to reality. The sound of rushing water like a waterfall filled his ears, and through the long, narrow sewers that resembled the corridors of an underground tomb, the faint beam of a flashlight illuminated a large open area ahead.

Qin Wei shook his head, trying to clear his mind of distractions, and continued forward.

Good news, this is indeed the outlet! A huge vertical shaft, nearly a hundred feet high and the size of a football field, appeared before everyone's eyes, with huge, honeycomb-like holes on the well wall continuously pouring sewage into the well.

The bad news is that the grid-like surface at the bottom of the well is also covered with a layer of metal mesh.

The filter screen is so fine that it can only pass through an object about the size of an apple. If they want the water to slide into the sea through the outlet, they have to pry open the filter screen.

Is there any worse news?

Yes! For example, those three cyborgs are stationed at the bottom of the well.

To say they "guard" is an exaggeration; they simply pick up food from the filter screens to eat—rotten meat, vegetable leaves, even plastic products. Their stomachs seem to be made of steel, accepting anything that comes their way.

Of course, it would be even better if there were fresh and delicious human flesh, like those unlucky guys in the casino, or Qin Wei and his group.

If they didn't make a sound, they probably wouldn't have noticed many people, given how noisy it was. But Gordon's shouts of encouragement for his partner were really too loud.

The thought that the three cyborgs were also "deeply inspired" led them to look at the three of them in unison.

These cyborgs were even taller than Gordon had imagined, estimated to be 12 feet tall (about 3.6 meters), with a grayish-green body and abnormally bulging muscles, like deformed bodybuilders who had been injected with oil.

His arms and back were covered with rough, black hair like that of a wild boar, but his legs were completely smooth.

In order to pass censorship, the comic book made the cyborg wear tattered underwear, but no one would do that in reality.

Qin Wei only glanced at it casually, but he immediately showed a pained and contorted expression.

He felt like he was about to get a sty.

However, now was not the time to wash their eyes. The three cyborgs turned around at the same time, lowered their backs and bent their knees, and put their hands on the ground like silverback gorillas.

"What are they going to do!" Even Brock was startled awake, his eyes wide open, a far cry from his previous half-dead state.

"I don't know, but it's best to run!"

Gordon turned to leave, but Qin Wei grabbed his collar.

"Jump!"

After saying that, Qin Wei jumped down first.

"What did you say? You're crazy..."

Gordon couldn't understand why Qin Wei would let him jump down. The walls of this well were smooth, and once you jumped in, you wouldn't be able to climb back up. You would just become a delicious snack for the cyborgs.

But the situation left him no time to think. The bio-engineered beings, having gathered their strength, leaped high into the air and pounced on the two of them.

The two were originally more than ten meters apart, but in the blink of an eye, the monster was right in front of them.

At the last moment, Gordon chose to trust Qin Wei, grabbed his partner by the collar, and jumped.

Their position was five or six meters above the bottom of the well, but fortunately the well wall had an angle of nearly sixty degrees, and the two of them landed safely after a half-slip and half-fall.

Qin Wei's judgment was correct. If the group turned back to escape, they would not be able to outrun the super-powerful cyborgs against the current.

However, jumping onto the filter screen at the bottom of the well was not a long-term solution, and the cyborg jumped back after its attack failed.

With a loud bang, the cyborgs all crashed to the ground.

The filter was deformed by the pressure, but it was still not damaged.

This was Qin Wei's original plan: to use the cyborg's landing momentum to break through the filter, but he obviously didn't expect the filter to be of such good quality.

"Isn't Gotham City supposed to be rife with corruption? Why isn't anyone embezzling the sewer construction funds?"

He was in dire straits and had no tears left to shed.