"That Miss Tate stayed in the dock area all afternoon today and took dozens of photos."
May reported softly: "She didn't go to any sensitive areas, she just wandered around a few docks and looked like the most ordinary photographer."
"But that's the problem, isn't it?"
Saber, who was wearing a Fighting Suit and was frantically hitting the heavy sandbag in front of him, snorted and punched the center of the sandbag. The sandbag that was hit by the heavy blow directly burst open from the other side, and sand spurted out from it.
He moved his fingers, picked up a bottle of water from his hand, took a sip, and said softly:
"There are seven secret areas in the dock area, irregularly divided, and all of them are under internal martial law. A lady who came to the Gotham dock area for the first time perfectly bypassed the seven locations. Do you think it's normal?"
"She has secrets!"
Saber put down the water bottle and looked back at May: "Do you need me to send some people to protect you?"
Hearing this, May's face was a little ugly. She pushed up her disguise glasses and said in a deep voice: "Do you think I can't protect myself?"
"You think you can, but to be honest, I don't think you can."
Saber took out a cigarette from the table, walked to the balcony, sat on a chair, and said without looking back: "I can understand that you don't want to accept the contract, but at least you should accept the Extremis Enhancement. I don't want to see a bastard catch you one day and force me to do something I don't like. It will be very uncomfortable."
This was very straightforward, May was silent for a moment, and said softly:
"I won't be a burden to you."
"Sigh."
Saber's figure disappeared from the chair, and when he reappeared, he was already standing behind May. He wrapped his hands around May's slender waist from behind and whispered in her ear:
"No one said that you are a burden, I am complete with you."
Saber and May enjoyed their time together sweetly, but in the same city, some conspiracies that can only be carried out in the dark continue, and like a rolling snowball, it gets bigger and bigger, and eventually the entire city will be drowned in it.
"Ahem"
A light cough came from the darkness, breaking the silence of the dark room. A very magnetic voice sounded from the corner.
"Sewers again … I really don't understand why you guys like this place so much. Are you a bunch of rats?"
"The sewers are quiet enough, and the place is spacious. Most importantly, nothing we do here will attract attention."
A muffled voice sounded from the other side. The voice was very recognizable and unforgettable. Under the dim light above everyone's heads, Ben's iconic bald head appeared beside the round table. He looked at the corner that had just mocked him and whispered, "What's the matter?"
"If you don't like it here, Mr. Count Kraven, you can go to Gotham City and shout that you want to kill Saber Hawke. Let's see if you can last even three minutes under the siege of The Devil Gang's Demon Warriors …"
"What do you mean? Ben! "
"Are you trying to humiliate the great blood nobles?" His voice became harsh. "Are you trying to humiliate the great blood nobles?"
"No, no, no, I have good intentions towards the Vampires, but I'm humiliating you! Kraven! "
Ben's business increased by three times, and he said without fear, "Your people in Gotham were slaughtered by Saber like dogs. If I didn't lend a hand, you would have been hung on a pole and burned to death by your Marquis Viktor. In front of your benefactor, I think you should maintain a trace of respect, and if you don't … Hehe, I don't mind teaching you!"
The rough man crossed his arms and leaned on the chair, looking at the person in the darkness in front of him playfully, and spoke without mercy.
"It's not the Middle Ages anymore, and you can make me beg for mercy by turning into a bat. Speaking of which, you really don't want to compete with the black bats of this city? See who is the king of bats? The question is, do you … dare? "
"Hahaha, well said!"
Another voice joined the discussion, and this voice was the same as Ben's, but more wild, and full of mockery and disdain towards the Vampires.
"Count Kraven's status is noble, maybe he'll send his own warriors to help him regain his dignity … Oh, right, you've already sent them, haven't you? What happened in the end? I heard that seven of your best warriors didn't even last ten minutes in the night chase, and only a woman escaped … Tsk tsk, 700 years later, Viktor's left and right hands are just like this, what a pity. "
"Enough!"
Count Kraven, the representative of the Vampire America's Secret Party, couldn't stand the mockery and disdain anymore. He slammed the table and stood up, and with a voice that didn't conform to the hypocritical etiquette of the Vampires, he shouted, "Stop being sarcastic.
Look at all of you, you didn't run here with your tails between your legs after being defeated, and discussed about working together to defeat your opponent, you and I are no different! If you continue to maintain this bad atmosphere, I'll leave with my Vampires! "
He bent down and revealed his hazy, pale face and expression.
"The Secret Party never makes friends with losers!"
"Then get lost! Werewolves don't have the tradition of forming an alliance with the Vampires! "
Another blonde man, who was a head taller than him, stood up and scolded, "If it wasn't for Leader Lucian, who wanted to look at the big picture, you would have been killed long ago, do you know that? I'm disgusted just by smelling your stench, quickly get lost to your lair, and after we take down Gotham, we'll return to New York and have a good 'chat' with you! "
The Vampire couldn't stand the mockery anymore, his claws began to elongate, and the blood-colored wings on his back opened up in the darkness. On the other side, the blonde man's mane grew rapidly, and his cheeks elongated. Similarly, wolf-like claws began to appear, and the collision of fresh blood and wild energy stirred up the darkness. It seemed like a great battle was about to begin, but at this moment …
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh.
More than ten ninjas with dual swords on their backs jumped out of the darkness, and the enchanted blades in their hands were pressed against the bodies of two fantasy creatures. The ninja on the left was wearing black combat clothes, and the one on the right was wearing red. The two looked very similar, but the former represented the Hand, which had been heavily injured and reunited, and the latter represented the Hand, which had suffered the same fate.
It seemed that the other two organizations of the Dark Coalition had finally arrived after being late for so long.
"Did I see wrongly, or do the alliances nowadays have to fight among themselves before they resolve their problems? Is this a new tradition born in the darkness? "
On the last two chairs, two people, one black and one red, appeared almost at the same time. The way they jumped through the shadows was very similar to how ninjas appeared. Clearly, they were the representatives of the last two forces.
"Gotham will become the new shadow domain. Under the cover of the shadows, the Hand will shine again!"
Saburo, the ninja in red, whispered in a hoarse voice, "After the Shadow Warriors opened the path to Gotham, the new leader of the Hand has already set off with our elites. They'll all reach Gotham in three days at most! I just want to know, when do we start? "
"No rush, no rush …"
Bain nodded at the ninja in red, then turned his gaze to the silent ninja in black. A strange look flashed in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "What do you think?"
"As far as I know, some of the Foot have defected to The Devil Gang under the leadership of their former leader, Carley?"
"Traitor! Kill! "
The ninja in black's answer was very simple, but it was filled with killing intent. The energy fluctuations projected from his body proved that he was extremely strong.
"Then, who is the leader helping this time?"
Bain asked again, which attracted the attention of the ninja in black. He looked at Bain coldly and spat out, "Master Shredder has already slain the demon god.
"Lord Shlaide has already subdued the power of the Demon God. He will personally descend upon Gotham for this war!
"Good!"
Satisfaction flashed in Bain's eyes. He said softly, "When I was young, I heard about Mr. Shredder's deeds and admired him from the bottom of my heart. The previous ninja master also went to Japan many times to communicate with Mr. Shredder. With him around, our chances of winning are very high!"
"What about the Shadow Warriors?"
Saburo asked. "The ancient covenant has been reactivated. The three families are once again working together to fight against a strong enemy. We're all using our strongest combat strength. What about you? Who's your leader? "
"I … am already here!"
In the darkness behind Bain, another voice sounded, causing everyone present to be shocked. Whether it was the Vampires with extremely sharp senses, the Werewolves with beastly senses, or the elite ninjas who were proficient in stealth, none of them discovered the existence of this person. Until he spoke, no one noticed that there was a person hiding in the darkness. In other words, if he wanted to kill, no one present would be able to escape!
The figure strolled into the dim light. He was wearing a black fur cloak, hunting clothes, and a one-handed sword at his waist. He had black eyes, hair, and beard. His eyes looked very gentle under the light, but when he stood out, the arrogant ninja Saburo and the high-level ninja who represented Shredder, Mizuno, immediately stood up respectfully and bowed 90 degrees forward.
"Greetings, leader of the demons, ninja master."
The last person to appear nodded, then looked at the Werewolves and Vampires who were imprisoned in place by the ninjas. He reached out a finger with a black leather glove and tapped on the table.
"Werewolves, Vampires, legendary fantasy creatures. You may have the right to be arrogant, but don't forget, even when you're in full victory, when you face the Shadow Warriors, you have to retreat! I don't care what your leader said to you, but I'll repeat it now. The Shadow Warriors never make friends with the weak. The trial of Gotham is about to begin. Victor and Lucian have to come personally! If I can't see them during the war … "
He didn't finish his sentence, but whether it was Kraven or Luke, they already understood the meaning of the ninja master. However, they didn't dare to refute. For such a person, there was no need to test him. His position in the underworld was determined. Only the leader of the secret party, Victor, and the leader of the Werewolves, Lucian, could speak to him.
In fact, the representatives of the Vampires and Werewolves didn't doubt that as long as the ninja master nodded, the three most terrifying assassin organizations in the world would unite and target the Werewolves and Vampires who were entrenched in New York's underworld.
The result of the battle might be a heavy blow to the three organizations, but the American Vampires and Werewolves … would definitely cease to exist. It was no longer the Middle Ages. After humans threw away the last trace of fear, these fantasy creatures had been kicked out of the underworld's food chain. In other words, they no longer had the right to be arrogant.
Soon, after the agreement was reached, everyone in the dark room quickly left to convey the ninja master's order. Only the newly appointed Lars El Ghul and Bane were left in the room.
The ninja master sat on the chair. He closed his eyes slightly and asked in a low voice,
"Where's Thalia?"
"She's investigating, master."
Bane answered respectfully. As a result, the current leader of the Shadow Warriors snorted coldly.
"Investigating? Or is she prepared to take another risk and fail the assassination? Hatred has already blinded her eyes. Bain, bring her back to me. After her father's death, she's the only family I have left. This trial has nothing to do with her. No matter if we win or lose, bring her away! "
"Hatred can only be washed away by the blood of the enemy or one's own, master."
Bane said expressionlessly, "I won't take her away. She won't leave either."
The ninja master didn't say anything else. After a long time, in the darkness, he said faintly,
"Then let … death be the judge of all this."
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