Saber didn't mind letting anyone off the hook. When he wasn't in conflict, he was a very easygoing person. After Boss Jamie stopped his little tricks, he didn't even immediately seek revenge, although that was because he had been very busy recently.
But Klein was different. Just from the few words he learned from Kevin, he already knew what kind of organization the League of Shadow Warriors was behind Klein. They had a long history, which meant that this organization had its own beliefs, and as everyone knew, people with beliefs were often very difficult to deal with.
It was like a mortal facing a great flood. It was already difficult to stay alive, let alone do other unnecessary things. Because of Thompson and Rachel, one of his feet had already sunk deeply into this quagmire. He had to see Klein disappear with his own eyes, or else he wouldn't be able to rest easy.
Once Klein passed on his information to the League of Shadow Warriors, then it wasn't hard to imagine that when this organization, which was just hearsay, came to Gotham, Saber wouldn't have a good life.
"Get out of the way! Don't block the way! "
With a loud shout, he kicked out. Grabbing a wooden branch, the crazy little man who was rushing towards Saber with gritted teeth flew backwards. But at the same time, four or five pairs of hands grabbed at him from the dark corridor, trying to hold his body in place.
Those who were used by Klein for his drug experiments were not kind people. After some of their inner senses were destroyed, they became crazier. Each of them opened their eyes wide in the dim light, bared their teeth, and after a long period of torture, the normal part of them had long been worn away. They let out low and hoarse roars from their throats, as if they wanted to swallow Saber alive.
Together with the dark corridor and the thick smoke coming from below, this place was like hell on earth. If it was a coward who came here, they would have been scared stiff. But unfortunately, the people standing here were not cowards.
When a person's willpower was strong enough, all the threats from the outside world would become meaningless. How could you use fear to defeat a person without any ripples in their heart?
Saber sneered. His body was immobilized, and he could not move. He was not tall, so he could not break free. However, he reached his hands behind his back, and two cold long swords fell into his hands. He raised his hands, and the sharp and hard blades cut through the obstacles around him. It was as if two blades lit up at the same time, and they circled around Saber's body. The hands that grabbed his body loosened, and the blood dyed his armor an even darker red. The pungent smell of blood made him look like a demon that had crawled out of the darkness of hell.
Ferocious, cruel, and vicious.
"Ahhh!"
Those fellows who were clutching their arms screamed and fell down. This miserable scene, especially the scene of warm blood spurting out, scared the surrounding people. Saber swung the long saber in his hand, and a slightly distorted low voice came from under the helmet.
"Who's next?"
No one answered. He tilted his head and kicked the mouth of the big guy who was clutching his broken arm. That kick made the big guy's body feel like it was struck by lightning, and he could only whimper and make more painful sounds.
"So unpleasant! So noisy! So ugly! "
Saber's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, and it echoed back and forth in the dark corridor. His eyes under the helmet swayed left and right, and he bared his teeth.
"Who else?"
He took a step forward, and those fellows retreated. He swung his hands, and the blades of his saber flashed in the darkness.
"I'm in a hurry. Come at me together!"
His expression under the helmet did not change at all. After seeing so much blood, it was hard to change Saber's mind. He waited for two seconds, and no one came forward. He let out a disdainful snort, and put the two sabers back into the sheaths on his back. He swung his hands and walked forward.
"Hey, excuse me. You're blocking me."
He raised his head and looked at the two-meter-tall big guy in front of him. When he saw the dark red helmet that was splattered with blood, the big guy trembled and immediately moved aside like an obedient kitten.
"Thank you."
Saber said and turned to walk up the stairs to the roof. Behind him, there were more than ten fellows who survived, and there was also a hideous hell of flesh and blood. Those who were seriously injured but not dead were rolling on the ground, screaming and wailing. Thick smoke came from below. The entire underground of the asylum had started to burn, but from the sound of the fire engine on the street, the fire should not be able to burn.
"Ka!"
The door to the roof was pushed open, and there was a muffled sound on the quiet roof. The next moment, three automatic rifles fired wildly in the direction of the door. The bullets flew out at an angle, and the light from the exhaust flames lit up the entire roof. The sound of the bullet shells hitting the ground was like popping beans.
Klein was wearing his scarecrow mask, holding a black box in one hand and a pistol in the other. He stood nervously behind his subordinates and watched as the few trustworthy members of the organization blasted the door and the surrounding walls into a pile of rubble.
"How is it? Did you kill him? "
Klein asked. The three gunmen didn't answer. After a moment of silence, the leftmost gunman carefully changed his magazine. Under the cover of the other two gunmen, he walked toward the door. His gun was aimed forward, but when he walked to the exit of the top floor that had been destroyed by the bullet truck, he carefully looked around. Finally, he raised his hand and waved it. "Come on, come on.
"I don't see him!"
The gunman turned around and shouted, but the next moment, he saw a dark shadow jump up from the edge of the roof. He grabbed his gun and aimed at the guy.
"Be careful, he's behind …"
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out, and he felt as if something had pierced through his body at lightning speed. It was as if a hole had been opened in his body, causing the life in his body to drain away rapidly. He felt waves of weakness, and the scene in front of him began to shake. He saw that the shadow had thrown out a ball of something and knocked Klein, who was caught off guard, down. After that, the shadow pounced on his two companions. He wanted to go forward and help, but in the end, his legs gave way, and he knelt on the ground.
Saber threw the empty pistol in his hand at Klein, causing him to fall to the ground. Then, he waved his knife and rushed toward the two gunmen. Automatic weapons were great, but in close combat, they were far less useful than light pistols.
The gunman on the left used his gun to block Saber's knife. The gunman on the right had just aimed when he was kicked in the stomach by Saber. Saber's left hand pulled out another knife and swung it in a circle, grazing the arm of the gunman who lost his balance. The gunman took a step back and dodged the heavy blow, but the blade left a wound on his body, and then he was kicked away.
"Bang!"
A gunshot rang out from behind him. Seber's body trembled as he felt the pain coming from his back. He threw away his long sword and grabbed the arms of the gunman who was in a stalemate with him. He twisted and pulled the gunman in front of him. At the same time, another gunshot rang out. Seber felt the gunman's body tremble.
Obviously, Klein's second shot hit one of his own, but this was good news for Saber. He snatched the rifle from the gunman who was in pain, aimed at his body, and then aimed at the gunman who had just climbed up from the ground, and killed him with two shots.
In the end, he aimed the gun at Klein, and the scarecrow's pistol was also aimed at him. The two of them were in a deadlock.
"Who are you?"
Under Klein's terrible mask, there was a voice distorted by a voice changer. His voice was full of anger and unwillingness.
"You are not Batman! Who are you? Why do you want to get involved in our great cause? "
Saber shrugged, his hands did not move, and the black muzzle in his hand was always aimed at Klein in front of him. He replied with a teasing smile.
"Well, you can understand it as I am a person who pursues justice."
"To hell with justice! You butcher, you have killed so many people, and you still preach justice in front of me, don't joke around! "
Klein waved his hands in agitation, and he screamed.
"Say it! Who are you! Are you sent by SHIELD? "
Seiber raised his eyebrows under his mask. He had never heard of this organization before, but he wouldn't tell Klein the truth. Thus, he went with the flow and told Klein the truth.
"So what if I am, and so what if I am not?"
Klein took this equivocation as an affirmation, and said with a maniacal laugh, "That's right.
"Hehe, I knew it! You arrogant people who claim to be the protectors of this country, do you really think you can protect everything? When the Shadow Dancers really arrive, you will know that you can't protect anything! Idiots, you can't even protect yourselves! "
"I am just a vanguard, the power that I serve is beyond history, that is the real power! This corrupt and dirty city must be purified, it is the shame of this world! "
"But this has nothing to do with me, Klein!"
Saber loudly interrupted the crazy voice of the scarecrow, he shouted, "Whether the Shadow Dancers Alliance comes or whether they want to destroy Gotham has nothing to do with me! Do you hear me? Bastard, give me the thing in your hand, and I will let you live! "
"This?"
Klein swung the black suitcase in his left hand.
"Haha, of course you want this! It's a weapon that can create terrifying poisonous gas and cause chaos in an instant. In Africa and Eastern Europe, those countries that you've subverted, and your opponents, of course you want this. You want it, don't you? "
A strange light flashed in the scarecrow's eyes, he swung his left hand, and the suitcase was thrown to Saber.
"Then I'll give it to you!"
The suitcase fell to the ground, as if it was not locked at all. It opened to both sides, and light green gas spewed out in all directions, completely surrounding Saber's body.
The moment Saber raised his head, Klein raised his pistol. The scarecrow saw the dark red figure shake twice, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He pulled the trigger, and two gunshots rang out. Saber's body seemed to have been hit by a heavy punch, he staggered twice and fell to the ground, twisting in the green gas that had yet to disperse. He seemed to be crawling forward with difficulty, but soon there was no more movement.
"Tsk tsk."
Klein, who had succeeded in his sneak attack, shook his hand and took off the scarecrow mask on his head. He shook it in his hand. In the wind of the rooftop, his originally meticulously groomed hair was a little messy and was blown everywhere by the wind. He stretched out his hand to tidy his hair and tidy his somewhat messy clothes. Under the gold-rimmed glasses, there was an unconcealable smugness in his eyes that were as moist as a lover's.
His madness and anger just now were all faked, all for this moment. A large amount of highly concentrated poisonous gas could make the opponent lose control of their body in an instant, just like a live target. As long as he had a pistol, even if the opponent was a legendary superhero, he was confident that he could kill him with one shot.
He strode to Saber's side, he stretched out his hand to tidy up the black suitcase. He did not lie to Saber, there was indeed information about the poisonous gas, but there was a small switch in it.
He looked at the corpse on the ground, he stretched out his hand, pointed the gun at the dark red monster, and tilted his head.
"You're very powerful, but unfortunately … you met me."
Bang!
At this moment, a left hand wearing a tactical glove grabbed his wrist and exerted force. Klein's expression froze at this moment, he saw the eyes open under the black glasses, and the low voice coming from under the helmet.
"Little mouse … I've caught you!
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