American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

Batman looked around first, then turned to Schiller and said, "Do you think this is a situation where I can beat him?"

As a master tactician, Batman is not the kind of person who is blindly confident. He sees hundreds of lunatics around him who are attracted by the aroma of wine, and the infected lunatics are surrounding him in layers.

And as the Dionysian factor continued to spread, the buildings in the distance also began to make noises. Obviously, more people were infected.

"I said you can do it." Schiller shrugged and said, "This is a mock exam. If you fail, prepare to be beaten by the official examiner."

"I always feel like you're implying something."

After Batman finished speaking, he still threw two bat darts at Alberto. He knew that he had to attract the attention of these lunatics. If he evacuated, these crazy monsters would rush into Gotham and cause countless tragedies, so He couldn't go, even though he knew that pulling out was the best tactic.

Alberto laughed wildly and avoided the bat dart, threw himself up, and the two started fighting.

On the other side, Schiller had entered the interior of the church, he stood on the edge of the green pool, looked at the liquid inside, and whispered to himself: "This one that fell into the Dionysian factor is not... that is a drop From the evolution factory? Or from the circus? Could it be…”

Then he continued with a little doubt: "Batman didn't choose him, I thought..."

At this time, from behind the pedestal of his **** statue, a person wearing a bird-shaped mask walked out, and he said, "It's really you, you have been disturbing us."

Schiller rolled his eyelids and said, "Don't bother me thinking."

"Fight the court of owls and you will pay."

Schiller seemed to be a little impatient by him. He said, "Why, haven't you been restrained by what happened to your companions?"

"You mean those idiots trapped by you? Me and them can..."

"I mean the drowning shit."

The person opposite was choked for a moment, and seemed to be disgusted by his own instinctive association. He said, "How dare you mention that despicable trap!"

"That's better than your stupid, uninspired plans, Water Plan? What other stupid ideas do you have? The Tinder Plan?"

"Stupid plan?!" the man on the other side raised his voice. "Look, we've created a real undead lunatic out of fine wine! He's going to be Gotham's nightmare forever! Look outside..."

Outside the church, Batman was in a hard fight, because the first batch of infected lunatics had already surrounded him, and he was surrounded by dozens of people. His superb martial arts did not allow him to take too much advantage. got some injuries.

"It doesn't matter what you make, what matters is that Batman didn't choose him."

"What are you talking about? Can't you see it? The wine is boiling! It's going to spread all over Gotham! What you're doing is futile! The city is going to go crazy..."

Schiller looked at Alberto who was beating Batman with a group of people. He sighed and said, "If I were Batman, I wouldn't vote for him either."

The man in the bird mask on the opposite side was still talking to himself: "This is the greatest achievement of the Water Project! Gotham's never-ending nightmare! As long as he exists, the destruction and chaos will never stop! He will put the whole A city dragged into the abyss!!"

"……how to say."

"Your formula is correct, but the values ​​are wrong."

Then he said with a little emotion: "No one can control Batman, let alone his opponent, not even the court of owls."

"Batman? You mean the stray dog ​​outside the door who was about to be beaten to death?"

"I advise you to save him now, or it will be too late."

"Are you threatening me? It's cliché..."

"No, of course not."

The man in the bird-shaped mask stared at him, and then asked: "You are still in the mood to make a fool of yourself? In less than ten hours, most of Gotham City will be infected with madness. Do you understand what a terrible situation it is? "

"That's not scary, you don't understand, what's really scary is not the siege of zombies..."

Schiller sighed, and seemed to have no interest in talking to the person on the other side. He disappeared in front of that person, flashed to the roof of the cathedral bell tower, and then finished the half he didn't finish here. Sentence: "What's really scary is... the clown comes back to life."

Downstairs, the situation has become increasingly unfavorable for Batman, and there are too many people besieging him.

At this time, Batman did not have the ability to go to heaven and earth, and suddenly fell into this kind of hard battle. It was difficult for him to gain an advantage. More importantly, these lunatics did not care at all. Some methods used to interfere with opponents were useless, and they did not eat at all. In that set, even if the bat dart hits such an important part as the eye, it will still scream and pounce.

Batman has never dealt with such an opponent who is not afraid of death, and he has suffered from inexperience.

Batman felt the blood left on his forehead seeping into his eyes, causing his vision to turn blood red. His calf was hit with a brick, and a severe pain came from his ankle, causing him to kneel directly on the ground. , It was the fists and weapons that fell like raindrops, and all kinds of chaotic sounds began to come from his mind, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Batman fell, gasping for breath.

In the blurred vision, he saw a strong light flashing on the street in front of the church door, he saw countless legs surrounding him, like a dense black forest, and outside the forest, a violent beam of light The strong light came in and melted away the dark tree trunks.

In a trance, he saw that it was the high beam of a truck. With the screams coming from a distance, a huge truck rushed straight into the crowd, knocked countless people into the air, and then stopped. in front of Batman.

Batman was lying on the ground panting, and the moment he looked up, he saw a pale face and a weird smile on the truck seat. Gu Yue

Suddenly, boundless fear rose from his heart, and the black tide in his heart began to surge. He lay on the ground, and in the strong light of the headlights, he saw a night sky that he was familiar with. As if another group of bats he was familiar with passed by.

He seemed to be that helpless little Bruce again, blood dripping from his forehead and splashing to the ground like a necklace of blood-red pearls.

He heard a burst of laughter, not as loud and harsh as what he had heard before, but rather low and soft, as if it sounded in his heart, but it made Batman want to get up like crazy, look Who is Qing.

Alberto turned to look at the truck, the door of the truck was open, and the driver inside was wearing a work uniform. He smiled in a low voice, his shoulders shrugged, as if he was admiring his masterpiece.

That laughter didn't sound crazy at all, and even had a little child's innocence, just like when he was a child and knocked over those toy soldiers with a toy truck, watching his toy fall to the ground, wantonly exuding malice that belongs to children.

Alberto and the other lunatics stagnated for a moment before attacking the unfamiliar intruder.

Unexpectedly, the truck driver screamed, as if he had just reacted, and ran out screaming, almost hugging his head.

He ran across the street, hid beside the wall of the building, and looked out at the corner of the building, as if curious about the situation here.

Alberto lowered his head and wanted to continue to deal with the fallen Batman.

Then, the truck exploded.

There was a violent roar, the fire splashed, and the entire church, together with the street in front of the door, instantly turned into ruins.

Only a small part of the church further from the street survived, where Schiller's figure reappeared on the spire.

A figure limped out from across the street. Obviously, he was also affected, his head was covered in blood, and his legs were injured, but he still flew towards the center of the explosion like ecstatic.

When he got there, he looked around for a week in a daze, as if he didn't find what he was looking for. Suddenly, a figure appeared not far from him, Schiller stretched out his hand, pointed to the right, and said, "Batman has just been bombed. Fly, over there."

The truck driver gave Schiller a look, and he blinked, as if he didn't quite understand how Schiller had appeared.

Schiller ignored him and said to himself, "The person I'm looking for... Let me see... Oh, here, how did it fly so far?"

"That's because I made a big, big, big bomb!" A burst of snickering followed in a hoarse voice.

"Well, this bomb is really powerful enough, you solved the problem physically." Schiller said in a perfunctory tone.

The truck driver stared at him and asked, "Are you saying I'm too rough? How can you say that?"

"I advise you to hurry and find Batman, he will die if you are later."

The man hurriedly limped in the direction Schiller pointed to, as if he had suddenly realized it.

Schiller went around the door of the church and found Alberto in a ruin on the opposite side. He walked over, crossed his arms and said gloatingly: "The Dionysian factor will only keep you from dying, but it won't keep you from pain. How? Master Falcone?"

Then his tone grew colder, and he said, "Or should I call you, Claw of the Court of Owls, Alberto?"

Schiller turned his head and saw that the man in the bird-shaped mask was also lying on the ground, also covered in blood, and looked like he was dying.

Schiller said gloatingly: "I said before that something terrible will happen, but you don't listen, you don't have the means to escape, and you dare to get so close to the center of the battlefield, you don't know whether to praise you for your bravery or say you're stupid. ."

As the only person standing there intact on the battlefield now, Schiller turned on a ruthless taunting mode, following the words of the owl court member: "Look, look there, that's the great creation of your water project. !"

"Oh, that's inaccurate. He wasn't made by you, and he doesn't listen to you at all."

The owl court member didn't know if he was angry, or if he tried to speak but was choked, he coughed violently and his face was covered in blood.

Schiller turned to Alberto again and said, "If Batman had chosen you, things might have been different, but alas, he didn't."

"Not only him, no one chose you, including me."

Alberto, who has super resilience due to the Dionysian factor~www.wuxiaspot.com~, soon got out of his dying state, and he had a bad premonition.

He suddenly found that his body was out of control.

He looked at Schiller in horror, and found that the gray mist in his eyes was overflowing, and Alberto grabbed his neck and said, "No, no!!!"

Schiller said to himself: "This is indeed my Easter gift to you..."

A gray mist with a faint green light floated out of Alberto's eyes, and Schiller took a jar, caught the mist, and closed the lid.

"Happy Easter, Evans."

The blond youth lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Schiller took the jar, walked up to the member of the court of owls, shook it at him, and said, "Thank you for helping me extract pure Dionysian factors."

The last image the members of the Court of Owls saw before their death was Schiller's back-chilling smile.