Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 6 The bat that does big things (please collect it)

"Sorry, I hate it."

Wayne straightened up. Here, except for those women who had been drugged by those scum long ago.

No one can stand up normally anymore.

Wayne didn't think they could say anything about those crazy women who looked like demons dancing around.

Their brains may have been completely destroyed long ago.

Wayne pressed the miniature explosives on the intact safe and blew open the safe door.

In this regard, Wayne can only admire Batman, a belt really has everything.

What was revealed in the safe were rolls of U.S. dollars, as well as a large amount of rough diamonds and gold.

The Batman used to be quite indifferent when facing these things, but unfortunately it is Wayne who is facing these things now.

But even if Wayne was excited for a moment, he was suppressed by his own reason.

Wayne pulled down the curtains on the side and emptied all the items in the safe.

But Wayne didn't touch any of the dollar bills scattered in the hall.

Wayne wasn't sure if there was anything wrong with the money.

The hook gun was fired, and Wayne disappeared on the top floor carrying his curtain wrapped with a large amount of cash and precious metals.

But that doesn't mean Wayne gives up on their goods so easily.

"So you sold me just to get your own starting capital, right?"

Spider-Man looked at Wayne, who was carrying large bags and small rolls, and his big white eyes widened. He simply couldn't believe that Wayne had abandoned himself there just for the things he was carrying.

"Brother, what you did really hurt my heart." Spider-Man covered his chest and narrowed his big eyes again, as if he was expressing his grievances.

"Watch them, I'll be back soon." Wayne handed the large bag of things to Spider-Man, and then returned to the building again.

Spider-Man couldn't believe his ears, he was afraid that he heard wrongly.

If he has no problem, then Batman just asked him to see things for him.

He was clearly sold directly by this person just now, and now that bat wants to do things for him.

Spider-Man really wanted to face Batman directly and shout "son of bitch" loudly.

But in the end, his good upbringing made him take back his swearing words, and he sat honestly on the rooftop water tank, looking at the package of things thrown by the bat.

Having done what he needed most, Wayne's choice this time was direct and decisive.

"Bang!"

The back door, which was not very strong, was directly knocked open by a figure.

The gang members holding guns were rolling on the ground in pain.

Before anyone could walk over and ask what happened, Wayne's figure had already appeared in front of them. Wayne's approach to these gang members was quite direct.

Batman's iron fist hit their faces directly, with a force of up to 1,000 pounds, which could knock them unconscious in an instant.

Such violent movement naturally attracted the attention of other gang members, who had no idea what was going on at the back door.

But there is something about their wealth and lives here, so you must go and take a look.

No one knows the consequences of the commotion at the back door, whether their boss will directly take their lives.

But when they finally arrived at the back door, there were only fainted gang members left on the ground, and there was no sign of anyone.

"What happened brother?"

Help up a gang member who looks like he should be able to wake up.

The man shook him wildly, trying to get some information out of him about the attacker.

Today's Hell's Kitchen is really too lively, and Spider-Man, who was just confirmed dead, appears on their territory.

Now another guy appeared out of nowhere and directly broke into their lair.

While watching someone asking about specific matters, other gang members were quite nervous and looked around with their guns raised to see if there were any outsiders.

Wayne looked over their heads silently at all the precautions they had taken.

With a slight step on the wall, Wayne gave up the idea of ​​staying on the ceiling and bumped his knees directly into the back of a gun-wielding thug.

The moment his knees were smashed down, the guy was already vomiting blood and fell completely to the ground.

Before the two guys beside the man could react, each of them had been struck by a knife and fell to the ground.

The moment he turned around, he had already used the crook of his leg to hook the neck of the gang member who had wanted to find out Wayne's whereabouts.

"Now I ask and you answer."

"Go to hell! You freak!"

I have to say that this guy is still somewhat courageous. Even when facing Wayne, he can still say such things clearly.

"What happened at the back door? Did anyone break in?" Suddenly the guy's intercom rang.

Even if that guy really wanted to tell them that there was a big problem here, there was nothing he could do.

Wayne's legs were clamping tightly around his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

After taking the guy's intercom, Wayne performed some operations on his arm armor and then spoke into the intercom.

"Everything is safe, just two guys having some fun."

"MD, you will always find things for people to do. Tell them to stay in their position honestly. If something goes wrong, I will skin them!" It is obvious that the person on the other side of the conversation has a higher position and comes over to check.

There are quite a few people.

"I know." Turning off the intercom, Wayne stared at the man with a red face.

I relaxed my restraint a little and breathed in the air that I had never cherished before.

"Tell me why no one pays attention to the top?"

Wayne was actually quite curious. It was clear that the thing he had done at the top was huge, but still no one went up to check it out.

Perhaps it was because of the threat of imminent death that this guy was really afraid.

He no longer spoke harshly, but spoke directly to Wayne: "The people up there are relatively important customers. No matter what happens up there, we can't disturb them."

This answer surprised Wayne. He had previously thought that it was just some middle-level and high-level leaders who gathered there to have a carnival, but now he did not expect that they would be customers of gangs like them.

"Where is your pharmacy?" Wayne quickly asked his next question.

Now Wayne needs time, but the sniper who was unconscious before will obviously not give him much more time. According to calculations, the next round of interrogation is estimated to be coming soon.

As soon as they discover that the sniper has lost contact, they will naturally find that something is wrong.

"It's just downstairs, just go through that entrance."

The man reluctantly raised his hand and pointed towards the corridor entrance to the side.

"Anyone else?"

"there is none left."

After getting an answer from no one below, Wayne punched the guy on the head, his face still full of peach blossoms.

He was probably young enough to be able to sleep whenever he wanted in such a difficult environment.

After loosening his legs and letting the guy fall directly to the ground, Wayne took out two miniature incendiary bombs from his omnipotent belt.

After pressing the detonation button, Wayne returned the same way he came in.

Bat landed lightly on the roof of the building, looking at Spider-Man who was squatting boredly on the side and the package that was waiting safely aside.

"Oh, our great Bat is finally back." With his sensitive hearing, Spider-Man naturally noticed the sound of Wayne putting away the hook when he returned.

Just when Spider-Man was about to ask Wayne where he was and what he was doing, he saw a raging fire burning under a building in the distance.

"What a big deal!"

Spider-Man said with some sigh.

(End of chapter)