Bang!
A gunshot rang out. The poor guy who was kneeling on the ground swayed for a moment before collapsing weakly on the ground. Blood flowed out from his chest and slowly spread across the ground.
This decisive shot stunned the two men on the opposite side. The stray man who was holding Robin immediately planned to kill Robin and then fight it out with Saber. However, the moment he pulled the trigger, Robin's left hand pushed his arm up from below. The scorching bullet flew past the police officer's head, followed by two more gunshots.
The bullet that flew out from the muzzle accurately hit the stray man who was holding Robin 15 meters away in the chest. Less than a second later, the other bullet hit the man who had already raised his gun and took aim, opening a hole in his heart.
Robin felt a scorching liquid spurt out from her ear. Then, the thug who was holding her fell weakly to the ground. The weak police officer also fell to the ground. He was breathing rapidly. After experiencing a life and death situation, the pain in his body surged to his head. He felt that he was really going to die at this moment.
"Hey! Robin, wake up, you bastard! I'm not here to send you off! Wake up! "
A strong arm lifted the police officer from the bloodstains. Saber used his arm to support the limp body of his "good son". He patted Robin's face. The police officer's eyes were about to lose focus. This was a symptom of excessive blood loss. At the same time, two flashing headlights came from the darkness behind them, followed by the sound of a car's emergency stop.
Saber used his arm to cover his eyes. He half-knelt on the ground, supporting Robin with one hand and holding the smoking M9 in the other.
"Robin! Robin, what's wrong with you? Oh my god! "
His father ran to Saber and Robin and snatched Robin from Saber's hands. The old man looked at his "good son" and then at the four corpses around them. With a complicated expression, he patted Saber's shoulder and threw a key to him.
"You go back to the bar first. I'll send Robin to the hospital. Don't worry, I'll talk to Gordon. Just stay there."
After saying that, his father carried the unconscious officer and ran to his pickup truck. Seiber watched as the car started at 80 miles per hour and sped towards the nearest hospital before disappearing under the streetlights. The young man heaved a sigh of relief.
Although he was not close to Robin, at least she had helped his father. This made him feel relieved. He reached out to take the gun from the stray man's hand and looked at it. He snorted and threw it aside.
"Cheap trash."
He cursed, then stood up and took out the cigar he had stolen from his father from his pocket. He lit it and took a deep breath. Then, he strode to the trash can at the corner of the street. He took off the plastic gloves he used to eat pizza and threw the slippery gloves that were covered in blood into the trash can.
He blew out a smoke ring and looked back at the place full of blood. Then, he hummed a tune and walked into the darkness.
Two minutes later, a panicked cough came from under the smashed Mustang police car. It was the villain who had his hand pierced. He had already taken off the goat mask on his face. He was a skinny black man. He held his pierced hand but did not dare to make a sound.
Just now, he had witnessed Seiber's massacre from start to finish.
He crawled out from under the car and curled up into a ball. Looking at his dead brother, an extreme fear rose from the bottom of his heart, causing his stomach to convulse. He vomited out the beer he drank before the violence began. His snot and tears flowed out together, but he suppressed his sobs, not daring to cry out loud. It seemed that the yellow demon was still nearby.
Two minutes later, he struggled to stand up while holding his palm. He staggered to the other side of the street, but the moment he entered the darkness, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against his forehead.
"You think I forgot about you? Little Goat … No, I didn't! "
"No … I beg you … I beg you … give me a chance … I beg you!"
Snot and tears flowed down his face. He looked very pitiful, but Saber raised his eyebrows. Just when he thought he still had a chance, his finger on the trigger moved slightly.
"Bang!"
"When you wanted to kill Robin, you didn't give him a chance."
Saber looked at the fallen body. His eyes did not waver. He thought he was doing the people a favor. Erm, fine, he only killed a few villains who treated human lives as a joke. In Gotham, this was not worth mentioning, was it not?
But just when he was about to turn and leave, Saber suddenly turned around and looked at the rooftop on the other side. It was a 5 storey building. He felt that someone was spying on him, but perhaps it was just an illusion because when he looked over, there was nothing there.
"Hmm, maybe I'm just being paranoid."
Saber muttered to himself and walked into the darkness. Only the cold wind at night blew past the rooftop. 5 minutes later, in the darkness, the cigar lit up again and disappeared. Then, there was the sound of footsteps fading away.
"What a vigilant person, a person who kills without blinking an eye."
A dark shadow poked its head out from the edge of the rooftop. It was a muscular man who was dressed strangely. He wore a strange black armor that did not seem to be made of metal. There was also a large black cloak. The strangest thing was that he wore a black bat-like helmet on his head. There were two protruding horns on the helmet and a black belt around his waist. He looked at Saber's back as he left. Under the bat-like helmet, there was a pair of cold eyes.
He looked like a bat with its arms folded in the darkness. It was darker than the night sky.
He only arrived here when Saber saved Robin. The combination of an injured police officer and a cold-blooded killer attracted his curiosity. But then, Saber's action of moving through the darkness and reaping the life of the last villain made him fall into a strange déjà vu.
The places he had stayed in, the places he had traveled, the places he had joined and left.
"Clean and efficient, ruthlessly killing 5 people. Since when did Gotham Pier have such a person?"
The muscular man stood on the spot, allowing the night wind to blow through his cloak. In the darkness, it showed a moving black cloud. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind.
"Using violence to curb violence … using violence to bring fear …"
He weighed the pros and cons for a moment, then began to run along the rooftop without making a single sound. But just as he was about to jump, a weak voice appeared in his earpiece. The big bat's movement stopped. He stretched his arms to both sides and silently stopped at the edge of the stairs.
"Falconi …"
The Dark Guardian shook his head. He turned around and quickly rushed in another direction. Then, with a leap, the black cloak on his back that was as soft as gauze suddenly expanded the moment he landed on the ground. With his outstretched arms as support, the cloak was like a pair of dragon wings in the wind, silently carrying him towards the dock area.
Like a real black bat, it was silent, precise, and deadly.
There, a huge drug trade was going on. He had been paying attention to it for a long time. It was the Falconi Gang's biggest operation recently, and it had been going on for a long time. He felt that he was getting closer to the truth.
The person who threatened him with a gun 7 years ago, the person who opened the door to another world for him … the person who was the biggest cancer in Gotham City in his eyes. He wanted to get rid of him … he swore to get rid of him!
Because of his parents, because of everything he had gone through, endured, and abandoned.
He had gone through thousands of hardships. He swore that he would change this city of chaos that no longer had any hope. He would change his hometown.
10 minutes later, Saber walked into the room on the third floor of the Old Gun Bar. He stood by the window and looked at the cold night outside. He took off his coat and sat on the chair by the window. He took out the raw beef from the fridge, cut it with a knife, and put it into his mouth piece by piece.
He was very hungry … There was a special kind of hunger in his body that he had never felt before. He felt that every muscle and every cell in his body was crazily devouring the beef that he had just swallowed. The large piece of beef was finished in less than three minutes. Then, he picked up the big red sausage next to him, tearing and chewing it in big mouthfuls.
"Ugh … I'm so tired."
Saber finished one red sausage and patted his stomach with satisfaction. He then walked into the bathroom and took a comfortable hot bath. He fell into a chaotic and broken dream. However, less than 2 minutes later, a violent gunshot rang out from the pier outside the bar.
Saber was instantly awakened. His eyes opened wide and his body bounced up from the bed like a spring. He leaned against the window like a shadow. The silver white handgun was already in his hand. He looked outside and at the pier in the distance, some of the lights had been extinguished. However, the flames from the bullets were like flowers blooming in the darkness.
The sudden commotion broke the silence of the darkness.
"At this time? Hmm … this looks like fun. "
Saber picked up his shirt that was still stained with blood and sniffed in disgust. However, he still put it on. In such a dark night, wearing a white shirt was not a good idea. He rummaged through his dad's counter and put the revolver he took from the hooligan into his pocket. He then walked out of the bar and walked towards the battlefield.
Seiber wasn't a lunatic. If it was necessary, he wouldn't want to get close to a battlefield where he could be hit by stray bullets at any time. However, his father's firepower was too weak, and he urgently needed something "powerful".
It was not only because of his dad's employment. Robin's experience told him that Gotham was a dangerous city with bad law and order. He did not want to resign himself to fate. He had to find a way to sharpen his fangs.
Before anyone hurt him, he had to let him experience the taste of blood.
Luck was always good for the brave. Just as Saber approached the battlefield, a fat man in a brown jacket ran towards him while panting. Saber's eyes lit up. The thing in the fat man's hand looked like something good.
At the very least, it was much better than the revolver in his hand that had almost run out of rifling.
"Hey friend, where are you going?"
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