American comics: The Savior Who Started with Vampires

Chapter 51 Slaughter, Warning?

puff!

A hand pierced the man's chest, feeling the warmth within. Lin Jue pulled his hand out of the man's flesh and watched as his weak and powerless body collapsed to the ground.

Gunfire erupted in an instant.

Countless sparks, mixed with bullets, flew towards them.

At that moment, the criminals on this street suddenly opened fire!

However, only a blur remained where Lin Jue had been standing as bullets whizzed past, instantly striking the criminals who had opened fire on the other side.

In an instant, accompanied by gunfire and screams, the neighborhood descended into chaos.

Lin Jue moved swiftly, arriving in front of a criminal who was switching ammunition. He grabbed the criminal's head with one hand and slammed him hard to the ground!

boom!

The watermelon shattered, and juice splattered everywhere!

A burly white man standing nearby instantly knelt down, his face pale, his whole body trembling, completely stunned.

The next second, Lin Jue appeared behind him, and the man's head was turned around, his burly body falling heavily to the ground.

Meanwhile, pedestrians outside the street stopped to watch, drawn by the gunshots and screams coming from inside the street.

A man covered in blood darted out of the street, his eyes fixed on the people peering out from behind motorcycles.

"Fuck! He's slaughtering us!"

The man, pale-faced, roared as if insane. The next moment, his body crashed heavily to the ground. People looked on in alarm and saw a machete stuck in his back!

"Shit!"

A young man riding a motorcycle couldn't help but curse, then sped away. This action was like flipping a switch; in an instant, the criminals loitering in the streets scattered and fled.

As the last gunshot rang out from inside the block, Lin Jue, covered in blood, slowly walked out of the street and gently shook the blood off his hands.

At this moment, even he himself did not know why he had taken such action today; his purpose tonight was not actually this.

With a few swift movements, Lin Jue's figure vanished from the spot, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

With a loud roar, a sleek black motorcycle sped up and stopped at the street corner where the incident had occurred.

A man dressed in a black leather jacket and wearing a black bat mask jumped off a cool and stylish motorcycle and sped into the street.

Before even stepping onto the street, he seemed to sense something, and slowly lifted his boots, where something seemed to be stuck.

His pupils contracted slightly at the sight he saw, and a strong smell mingled with the red slime. Bruce Wayne put his feet down and ran into the street.

He stood frozen in place, surrounded by corpses everywhere he looked. Some had fist-sized holes in their chests, others were riddled with bullet holes, and still others had their heads turned 180 degrees.

Not a single person survived this wicked street.

His gaze was more profound than ever before. As the sound of police sirens came from the street corner behind him, he quickly returned, mounted his motorcycle, and sped away.

……

In a magnificent manor, accompanied by melodious symphonic music, a man in a suit and tie helps his dance partner sway in the hall. Their dance moves are perfectly synchronized. With a slight sway of her hands, the graceful female dance partner quickly performs a high split, elegantly turns around, and looks at the elderly man sitting in a wheelchair beside her, revealing a knowing smile.

clap clap clap!

Rod Siennis couldn't help but clap his hands, his eyes filled with admiration and a hint of something else that was hard to define.

"master!"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo with a high collar slowly approached the old man and pushed the wheelchair behind him, seemingly trying to take him away from the area.

"A dangerous guy has arrived in the central area!"

"Danger? Ha!"

The old man smiled, as if he had heard a joke.

Soon, led by the middle-aged butler, his wheelchair was slowly pushed out of the manor. Outside the manor, there were rows of black cars, and the middle-aged butler helped the old man into one of them.

The car sped away, quickly disappearing from the manor.

One after another, black cars followed closely behind.

The car slowly drove into an abandoned cemetery, and the middle-aged butler led the old man slowly through the dark woods until they arrived at a grave.

As the tombstone slowly unfolded to the side, a dark passage appeared in the original cemetery. At the butler's signal, two men in suits followed behind him, and the four of them quickly entered the passage.

He slowly took out a mask from the wall and put it on his face. The old man remained calm as he walked deeper into the cemetery.

At this moment, in the dark cave below the tomb, in the basement built of marble, there is a huge round table, and several men wearing masks are already sitting around the table. All of them are wearing the same style of mask - owl!

As the old man arrived, one of the men slowly stood up from in front of the round table.

"Gentlemen, Gotham seems to be slipping out of our control!"

"Control? Who can stop us? Even the Wayne family can't withstand us!"

A rather burly man roared, and his words immediately drew responses from two of the other men.

"Sir, do you know what the factors are?"

An old woman's voice slowly rang out, and the man who stood up looked around, his gaze sweeping over the people wearing owl masks.

"Why is all your attention focused on that damned bat! In my opinion, he is nothing to fear, just a ridiculous person who claims to be a righteous person with a sense of justice in his heart!"

Now we have a real adversary, one who is exceptionally brutal, more ruthless than any criminal. Unlike Batman, he only sees death in the hands of the most vicious criminals. He... seems to have his eye on us!

The deep voices echoed in the underground tomb. The members of the Court of Owls slowly gazed at each other, and all of them immediately thought of the recently rising star.

"The judge?"

A voice rang out in the silent room, and everyone's eyes turned to the speaker.

"hey-hey!"

The man placed his hands on the table with a smile, his gaze lingering slightly on the silent Rhodesiennis.

"That guy doesn't seem like an ordinary person."

He chuckled softly.

"He's no ordinary man! My men just informed me that there was a riot on 13th Street, and the bars and people there suffered heavy casualties—no, everyone in that block died!"

A somewhat youthful voice rang out; he seemed a little excited, his chest heaving slightly.

"Is that guy warning us?"

The atmosphere in the room fell silent.

(End of this chapter)