American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 326 Targeted Plan

Gotham City.

This is a dimly lit hall.

The hall was decorated with red oil candles on both sides.

The flickering orange CD player cast a dim light, creating an atmosphere in the room that was somewhere between light and darkness.

On a round table not far away, lay a beautiful girl. A red cloth covered a large area of ​​her white skin, but her wide, unfocused pupils and the faint red teeth marks on her neck confirmed her identity.

"Slurp, that feels so good!"

In a few seats not far from the girl,

A man wearing a top hat, who from a distance looked like a round penguin, reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The bloodstains on the back of his hand shimmered and flickered under the light.

His bloated, fat face was pale, and his blood-red pupils proved that he had now shed his human identity and become a vampire who considered himself noble.

The Penguin, whose full name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobert, is one of the four major families in Gotham City, along with Ginobili's maternal grandfather and Batman's family.

However, apart from the Wayne family, which has produced many talented individuals, the other three families have all declined and faded away with the passage of time.

He toyed with a uniquely designed umbrella in his hand, his gaze lingering on a black-haired man in a meticulously tailored suit in the corner: "I agree to the cooperation you mentioned."

After becoming a vampire again, the Penguin clearly felt that his body had become much stronger, and even his lame leg was healed under the effect of the bloodline.

There are also the hidden injuries he sustained during his fight with Batman. If he could do it, the Penguin would not only want to kill Batman, but also those bastards from the Justice League.

"Perhaps you won't live to see the time when you get your consent."

A hoarse voice rang out, and the penguin, who had been sitting in the chair, jumped up at a speed that was disproportionate to his size.

His body even reacted instinctively; the Penguin knew what was going to happen the moment he heard the sound.

The chubby guy raised his umbrella and pressed the handle against the windowsill.

clap clap clap!

Three bullets whistled through the umbrella handle and shattered the glass.

According to the Penguin's experience, Batman usually breaks in through a window and then engages in close combat.

"Clang clang clang~"

Three crisp metallic clangs rang out, and the batarangs that pierced the darkness flickered in the candlelight.

The sharp, gleaming blade sliced ​​through the penguin's cheek, piercing his skin and causing him to howl in pain.

"My face!"

The penguin covered his cheek, the cut emitting white smoke like a burning cigarette.

"It's mithril!"

The vampire in the room widened his pupils, his blood-red eyes allowing him to easily see through the darkness.

He saw the previously closed wooden door smashed open by an iron fist, and a tall figure walked into the room.

As the candlelight shone on him, Batman, clad in gleaming silver armor and draped in a gleaming silver cape, stood there.

The Penguin stared wide-eyed; this was a Batman costume he had never seen before.

Even the buttocks and chin that the other person usually likes to expose are tightly covered under the mask.

The Witcher Batman suit was created by Mr. Bruce of Wayne Enterprises at great expense, and its design avoids exposing the skin to prevent vampire bites.

The black-haired vampire only felt his hands and feet were ice cold.

I felt a chill run down my spine. Who exactly is this guy dressed like a metal can?

Moreover, his entire body was covered in mithril, which eliminated the possibility of vampires engaging him in close combat.

How painful is it to be burned by mithril?

Just look at the penguin-man lying on the ground, howling and curled up, and you'll know.

"Penguin Man".

Batman said in his deep, resonant voice, "I never imagined you would betray your human identity and become a pathetic dark creature."

His gaze, hidden beneath the mask, swept over the penguin: "To be honest, you've disappointed me."

As he spoke, Batman took two more batarangs from his belt and looked at the vampire man not far away: "Time is tight, I'm sorry, you have to die here."

"Splash!"

Like a night demon rushing through the darkness, its howling figure extinguished the candle, plunging the entire room into darkness.

And darkness is Batman's domain!

Amidst the sounds of fighting and screams, the house quickly returned to silence.

"Resolved."

In the darkness, only the sound of the cloak waving could be heard.

"Next, we need to hurry."

Hearing Batman's words, an old man in a magic robe emerged from the darkness. He expressionlessly raised his hand and drew a portal: "Next location: The Dancer's Bar."

The magician's face was full of unhappiness, but there was nothing he could do. Whether in America or across the ocean, it was a society based on personal relationships. They owed Gino a life, so they had to work for Gino.

"Feel sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

In Metropolis, Clark sighed and tilted his head to dodge a vampire's attack, one hand on the shoulder of a vampire.

"You brat, are you out of your mind?"

An old man with a long beard extended his staff, and the flames that ignited it set a vampire's body ablaze, causing him to wail as he collapsed to the ground and turned to ashes.

The old mage, slightly out of breath, clutched his chest: "They are vampires, not human. They should be killed!"

"I see."

Clark felt somewhat embarrassed, but faced with those vampires who looked remarkably like humans, he found himself truly unable to bring himself to harm them.

"Alright, the last one is solved."

The old mage waved his staff, casting magic to burn the last vampire to death, and then created a spatial passage in the wall: "Let's go."

Metropolis, Justice League Hall.

Sitting on the golden throne, Gino looked at the man who was almost bent over and buried in the ground.

"You mean, the vampire elders want to make a deal with me?"

Gino pinched his chin, watching the vampire envoy who had recently come to the Justice League hall to request an audience with him with a playful expression.

"Of course, Mr. Gino!"

The envoy in charge of the communication was clearly a smooth talker; with a flattering smile on his face, he said, "The vampires have no intention of being enemies with humans."

"The behavior of some vampires does not represent the behavior of all vampires."

The vampire said with great sorrow, "It's just that some malicious individuals with ulterior motives are trying to destroy our friendship with humans!"

The vampire kept babbling on, "Our elders are kind-hearted; they even survive by drinking animal blood!"

"hehe."

Gino simply smiled faintly at the vampire's statement. Anyone can say nice things, but what matters is what he does.

Are some ancient monsters that have lived for hundreds of years really only feeding on animal blood?

That's ridiculous!

"Shut your mouth," Gino raised his head slightly, and an immense aura swept over the vampire, causing him to groan and kneel on the ground.

"Where are those old geezers? Take me there."

(End of this chapter)