There is no Batman in Gotham City comics.

Chapter 133, Section 30: Reversing the Heavenly Gang

Chu Chu Chu!

A volley of bullets swept across the car windows, and amidst the sound of shattering glass, the horrified passengers realized that the GCPD had not come to rescue them at all.

"Speed ​​up! The police are killing people!"

Hearing the passengers' panicked cries, the driver slammed on the gas pedal, and the bus suddenly accelerated after a shudder.

The chase continued. As the bus drove away, a black rocket launcher emerged from the window. The gunman fought back fiercely, but his continuous fire only left a trail of futile bullet holes on the police car's bulletproof windshield.

At this critical moment, a rusty pickup truck suddenly rushed out of the alley.

The pickup truck, rattling and creaking as if it were about to fall apart, rammed into a speeding police car at full speed. The police car, unable to dodge in time, was completely overturned, spun ninety degrees in the air, and landed on its roof, sending up a shower of sparks.

However, the pickup truck wasn't about to let the police car off the hook; it threw a grenade out of the window.

boom!

A vibrant explosion bursts forth in the black-and-white scene, and Pikachu temporarily wins the street fight.

But soon another police car came looking for trouble with the bus. It turned out of the street corner and attacked from the opposite side, with a clear target in mind. It fired a burst of bullets at the front tires in an attempt to make the bus overturn.

The out-of-control bus veered to the right, leaving its left wheels completely suspended in the air. Two passengers were thrown out of the window and fell to the ground, screaming as they perished under the wheels of the pickup truck.

Having just claimed two lives, the pickup truck immediately took on the rescue mission. Seeing that a bus was about to overturn, it accelerated forward and pushed against the side of the bus, managing to push the vehicle back into place.

Qin Wei, inside the pickup truck, took advantage of this moment to break the window and climb into the bus.

Ten minutes earlier, he had just changed his gear in the alley when a modified pickup truck roared past him.

He hitched a ride with a grappling hook and had just climbed into the carriage when a row of gun barrels were aimed at him.

Just as Qin Wei was thinking about how to take down the opponent and escape control in the shortest time, a burly man wearing a black motorcycle leather jacket and a half-hood with the "Deep Dark Fantasy" brand sent him a team invitation.

"Hey freak, you're here to protect the bus too?! We've already taken out two police cars, wanna join us?!"

Qin Wei awkwardly touched the tip of his ear. This was the first time he had disguised himself and gone out before it was completely dark. The other party did not seem to associate him with the "Judgment Knight" but instead regarded him as a member of some strangely dressed gang.

But he couldn't blame anyone else. Under the streetlights, his poor-quality gear was exposed to everyone's eyes. His tattered cloak had clear traces of artificial stitching at the joint between the mask and the cloak. Half of the mask was torn, revealing his stubble chin.

Qin Wei's current appearance doesn't seem to be much different from the burly man opposite him.

Since he hadn't given himself away, he gladly accepted the invitation.

The situation was far more chaotic than he had imagined, with Gotham's corrupt police forces mobilized in droves, frantically attacking every bomb-ridden bus in sight.

Within tens of minutes of the game starting, three buses had already been destroyed by corrupt police.

In order to find clues and obtain damaging information about Gotham's political figures, the gangs, big and small, had no choice but to join forces to block the police and protect the bus.

The roles of police and gangsters are reversed—how absurd is this reality, but perhaps this is exactly what the Joker wanted to see.

The scene shifts back to the present, where the gangster pickup truck ruthlessly destroys the second police car and cheers as Qin Wei drives into the bus.

"This kid's really capable! He's dressed all flashy, but I didn't expect him to be so skilled!"

"Yeah, I don't know which gang they're from."

"Wait! That outfit looks familiar, and with that weird grappling hook, do you think this guy might be...?" Someone raised an objection, but was glared at by the burly leader.

"Shh! Don't make a sound, we all know what's going on."

The Jokers wouldn't interfere with the passengers' behavior during the game, but they would stop anyone trying to board the train—this was the mission Joseph had given them. So, as soon as Qin Wei climbed into the carriage and before he could even stand up straight, a burst of bullets was sprayed at him. He bent over, turning his back to minimize the area he was hit. Relying on his bulletproof vest, he drew his sidearm and fired wildly.

Bullets flew and arrows crisscrossed, and the innocent passengers suffered the most.

Many people were hit in the arms and legs, and some were unlucky enough to be shot in the head. For a time, the carriage was filled with mourning.

However, Qin Wei was not the only force resisting in the entire carriage.

The Joker gang turned their guns on the man with the gun, giving him an opportunity. Taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was drawn to the black-clad freak who had burst into the carriage, he immediately shot and took down one of the enemies. Just as he was about to fire a second shot, a graceful figure flashed from the back seat and took down the last member of the Joker gang.

Selena pressed her advantage, pressing her knee down on the opponent's neck and throwing the disarmed gun to Qin Wei.

"Quickly! Tell me how to disarm the bomb!!"

Selena's interrogation was met with a contemptuous sneer from her enemies; the Joker gang members, blood trickling from their mouths, rolled their eyes back from lack of oxygen.

"Hahahaha, this world is about to end. Even if you can save all these people on the bus, you can't save—"

boom!

Qin Wei strode forward and shot the noisy cannon fodder dead.

His movements were fluid and decisive, almost as if he had written "ruthless and taciturn" on the back of his cloak.

"What are you doing???"

Selena was shocked, as she never knew Qin Wei to be the kind of person who would kill someone at the slightest provocation.

After half a year apart, the man exuded a terrifying killing intent.

What exactly did he go through?

"That's the question I wanted to ask you. What's the point of wasting time talking to a madman?"

Qin Wei glanced at the Clown Gang's masterpiece—a female corpse hanging from a railing. The perpetrator had committed an unforgivable crime; he felt absolutely no remorse for killing.

Selena wanted to argue a bit more, but Qin Wei had already squatted down and started examining the bomb on the fat man's body.

The other person had a large bottle of antibiotics hidden under their sleeve, and the medicine was being squeezed into their armpit little by little using some kind of squeezing device.

Who needs antibiotics? Does the obese person have any serious wounds?

Qin Wei focused his attention on the bomb between his ribs.

He carefully opened it, and as expected, behind the bomb was a circular wound the size of a bowl. Through the charred wound, Qin Wei could even clearly see the flesh writhing and the lungs contracting behind the ribs.

A line from the bomb pierced through the wound and extended into the left chest.

Although he couldn't get a clearer picture of the structure, Qin Wei guessed that the Joker must have tampered with the fat man's heart; perhaps the bomb would explode if the heart stopped beating.

The bomb cannot be moved or destroyed, and at present, the possibility of rescuing the people in this vehicle is extremely slim.

After a brief assessment, Qin Wei seemed to have issued a death sentence to everyone in the car.

"Hehehehe—"

Even when his wounds were exposed, he didn't cry out in pain, but Fatty Bomb suddenly laughed sinisterly at this critical moment.

"Mr. Will, Joseph asked me to tell you—you can't be Batman—Batman will always win, but you'll be utterly defeated by him."

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