"Bang!"
Miss Rachel, who had fallen into a state of delirium, was violently thrown onto the floor of the Dark Factory. The floor was filled with filth and poison residue, and the stench was absolutely terrible. However, Rachel could no longer resist.
Klein removed the scarecrow mask from his head. He looked at his subordinates who were glowing with a peculiar light and scolded them.
"Get to work first! Bastards, move this place out of here. It's not safe here anymore. This chick will attract a bunch of stupid but troublesome cops. If this matter is delayed, none of us will be able to survive. "
The director of Arkham Asylum was well versed in human nature. After scolding his subordinates, he casually added another sentence.
"After you're done, you can play however you want. But now, get to work!"
This order immediately caused the thugs to cheer. Three of them held their weapons and escorted the workers who were forced to produce the poison gas to other places. The rest of them poured the finished and semi-finished liquid poison gas through the cracks in the sewers and poured it all into the pipes.
There were also a few people who carried the pungent smell of gasoline as they walked in. It seemed like they were about to burn the place down. To be honest, this was indeed the simplest way to eliminate all traces. However, a person like Klein would definitely not be so kind as to send the 'lunatics' who were locked up on the surface away. Therefore, a massacre was about to happen.
However, it took some time to clean up the apparatus used to extract the liquid and compressed the gas. These things were the capital of Klein's life. Their current work was far from enough to pollute Gotham with poison gas. They still needed to start a new business somewhere else.
The clumsy thugs spent a lot of effort to move the apparatus out of the hall. Klein looked at the mess with satisfaction. There were still some raw materials left, but it was fine. The flames would clean everything up for him. He waved his hand, and two tall thugs carried their guns on their backs. They were about to pour the gasoline out.
However, at the same time, the lights in the hall went out, causing the thugs to cry out in shock.
The next moment, in the darkness, a shadow silently descended from the sky. He took a step forward and grabbed the head of the villain who was holding the gasoline with one hand. A sharp blade flashed across his neck. The guy didn't even have the chance to howl before he fell to the ground with his hand covering his neck.
His companion panicked and took out the gun on his back. However, the crimson figure took a step forward and pierced his heart with another long blade.
Clean and efficient, there was almost no superfluous movement. The moment the long blade was drawn out with blood, the attacker's body flashed outwards. He raised his left foot and kicked the corpse under his foot away. The two blades in his hands were sheathed and he took the black gun from the corpse beside him. He rolled on the ground and dodged the first wave of bullets.
Klein, who was standing at the side, broke out in a cold sweat. This extremely shocking way of killing reminded him of the meticulously trained killing machines in the organization. He hurriedly turned around and fled. He put the rough scarecrow mask on his head, waved his hands, and roared at his subordinates who were holding weapons in their hands but were shooting indiscriminately.
"Go! He's only one person! Kill him! "
"That's Batman!"
One of the thugs screamed. "He can fly and he's strong. He's a monster! We can't handle him! "
The scarecrow turned to look at him. He grabbed a gun and pointed it at the thug's head. The voice changed by a voice changer echoed in the hall.
"Who are you afraid of more? Him or me? "
The thug with the red felt hat turned to Klein and gulped. They had seen how Klein dealt with those who were sent to Arkham Asylum. Compared to Batman, they were more afraid of Klein who had 'ruled' Arkham for the past two years.
However, Seiber didn't give them any time to catch their breaths. He took out a grappling gun from his waist, and with the unconscious Rachel in his other hand, he aimed the gun at the edge of the second floor and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The next moment, Seiber's dark red body flew diagonally upwards. In the darkness, this movement was extremely obvious. Bullets were fired behind him, and when he reached the highest point, Seiber loosened his grip and threw Rachel down the stairs of the second floor. Seiber also fell to the edge of the second floor. His body curled into a ball as he tried to dissipate the force of the fall. Then, he stood up and pressed himself against the wall.
"Wow, what a fiery welcome."
Saber looked at the blood on his arm. He did not feel any pain so it was not his blood. He looked down and realized Rachel's arm was bleeding. The poor girl was grazed by a stray bullet.
"You are so pitiful."
Saber squatted down and patted Rachel's face. This made Rachel a little sober. However, in the girl's senses, Saber's crimson face was distorted like a ghost. She subconsciously struggled to escape, but Saber hit her on the back of the neck. Her eyes rolled and she fainted.
Rachel was not Bruce. She could not use her will to resist the magnified fear. In this case, if she screamed and did not cooperate, Saber would definitely fall into an awkward situation when faced with more than a dozen gun-wielding villains below.
He placed Rachel at the corner of the wall and crawled to the edge of the second floor. In the darkness, with the help of the light coming in from the window, he could barely see the guys walking back and forth in the factory below. They raised their guns vigilantly and checked everything around them, just like wild beasts in cages.
They were sensitive and crazy. As long as they smelled blood, they would go crazy. But darkness, Saber liked this kind of darkness. This would be his best helper! He quietly raised the pistol in his hand.
"Bang!"
The sudden gunshot made everyone's eyes fall on the second floor. Then there was a burst of uncoordinated gunfire followed by chaotic shouts.
"Shit! James was shot! Come and save him! "
Three or four people turned on their flashlights and ran to the place where the shouts came from. The others held their weapons tightly in their hands and looked at the darkness around them in horror. It was as if there was a giant beast hiding in the darkness. Darkness would magnify fear, especially when one was already afraid.
To a good hunter, darkness was the best environment for hunting. In this chaotic situation, Seber grabbed the grappling claw gun that was fixed on the roof and silently slid down to the factory on the first floor. He didn't take out the long sword on his back. In this kind of situation, a dagger would be more useful. Fortunately, Seber didn't lack these things.
He suppressed his breathing and pressed his body against the edge of the pillar. In the darkness, he listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer. He closed his eyes and counted silently in his heart. When the guy with a pistol came over, he stretched out his left hand and covered his mouth. His right hand wrapped around the guy's neck from behind like a lover. The blade of the dagger scratched the guy's skin. He could feel the guy's body in his arm trembling violently. Then, the guy struggled even more violently. However, with the gloves covering his mouth and nose, and his body bound by his arm, the guy's struggle became weaker and weaker. Finally, he was dragged into the darkness by Saber.
"The first one!"
Saber put the pistol next to the body. He licked his lips and a light flashed under the lens of the mask. Then, he moved again and hid in the darkness.
"Puff"
The dagger pierced the spine from the back of the neck.
"The second one."
"Ka"
His hands were fixed on the skull, and then he crossed them left and right.
"The third one."
The dagger in his hand accurately pierced the heart. The pungent smell of blood slightly bloomed in the dark air. Saber frowned and looked at the surrounding environment. The people around him began to run and shoot randomly. This kind of stray bullet was the most terrifying death god on the battlefield. No one could stop it from taking away a life.
Saber licked his lips.
"The fourth one … I'll make some music for you!"
He raised the pistol and half-squatted on the ground. When a tall black man came over, he shot him in the left leg and rolled to the side. The black man's wail immediately resounded in the darkness of the factory. At the same time, a storm of bullets exploded like fireworks.
"Ah! Come and save me, he's here! Shoot! Kill him! Ah! It hurts. "
"Damn it! Turn on the lights! We will be killed by him! "
"The wires are cut!"
"Then go and fix it!"
"Old Bill, damn it! Don't f * cking scream, shut the f * ck up! "
Angry voices mixed with fear caused the factory to become noisy. Klein who was standing at the entrance knew what Saber was planning. He was like a cold-blooded killer, slowly compressing the little patience and willpower of the mob. Once their willpower was destroyed, Arkham would be finished!
'This f * cking bastard! What a pain in the ass! '
Klein cursed in his heart, but he couldn't come up with a good idea. He had already seen the amazing skill of killing two people in a row. He didn't think that he would be a match for this madman. He was even more unwilling to rush in and throw his life away. That bastard had already set up his own hunting ground, and that was his appearance.
But soon, Klein thought of a good idea. He shouted loudly, "Let's go!
"Idiot, use gasoline! Burn this place! Burn him! "
His voice immediately attracted a fatal attack. A bullet hit the wall beside Klein. It was less than half a meter away from killing him. The doctor was shocked and instinctively turned to run. However, his solution provided a very good solution to the panicking mob.
They swarmed to where the gasoline was stored. There were two barrels of gasoline on the ground. Just as they were about to pick up the gasoline, Seiber, who was following behind them, raised his pistol with a cold expression. A small light source was switched on on the heavy gauntlet on his left hand. It shone like a small searchlight on the group of people who had gathered together.
They looked up in surprise and saw the dark red figure standing in front of them. It looked like an evil spirit that had escaped from hell.
They did not understand why he took the initiative to stand up, but this did not stop them from raising their weapons. They planned to kill him completely. However, Saber pointed his gun at them first. The moment the light was turned on, the burning lighter in his other hand was thrown out. It was less than 15 meters away. The moment the lighter was thrown out, a gunshot rang out.
And that cold voice with a hint of mockery.
"Idiots who like to group together! Remember to stay away from these "dangerous items" in your next life! "
"Bang"
"Boom"
Two bullets pierced the gasoline barrels that they lifted up. They did not cause an explosion, but the gasoline splashed out. It was ignited by Saber's lighter while it was still in the air. In an instant, the barrels in their hands were ignited. The faint blue flame exploded at this moment. The clothes of the mob burned almost at the same time. They screamed and scattered, the guns in their hands firing wildly.
Saber's figure rushed to the second floor under the guidance of the claw gun. He carried the unconscious Rachel and rushed out of the room. In the end, he saw another brawny man in black armor, a black cloak, and a bat mask rushing over.
"Great! Great hero, you are finally here! "
When Saber saw Bruce, he whistled loudly and threw Rachel on his shoulder to Bruce.
"Take her away! She is injured! "
On the other hand, Bruce had a complicated expression on his face as he stared at the man in crimson armor with a strange ghost mask and bloodstains all over his body. He hugged Rachel in his arms and shouted as he watched Seiber leave in a hurry.
"What are you going to do? The police are outside! "
"You go first! I want to eliminate the source of trouble! "
Syber didn't even turn his head as he pulled out the sword on his back with both hands and rushed into the asylum. It was too dangerous to leave Klein as the vanguard here. Whether it was for personal or public reasons, he had to get rid of this guy to be completely at ease.
"Boom"
Behind the two of them, the flames ignited some of the raw materials. The shockwave that rushed out shattered all the glass around them. Bruce turned around and used his cloak to protect himself and Rachel. He was pushed back a few steps. He swung his arm and threw out something in his hand.
"Catch this, it can help you leave!"
Saber turned around and caught the little thing and rushed up the stairs.
"Thank you, great hero!"
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