In the dark living room, Saber's collar was grabbed and lifted up. The Gotham's symbol of fear, Batman, was trying to lift him up from the sofa but to no avail.
Bruce felt a stronger force than before. Saber sat on the sofa without moving. He looked at Bruce calmly.
"This is a battle of ideals but this time, I'm doing this for the sake of the people of Narrow Isle. I'm even willing to spend my own money to build a residential area for them. Just like how you once hired me, I also hired them … to provide them with a stable life."
"You've seen for yourself what Kevin and his The Devil Gang have done to the docks. I'll turn Narrow Isle into the same. An equal exchange. To get a new life, there's a price to pay, isn't there?"
Seiber gently grabbed Bruce's left hand and slowly exerted force. Finally, he forced Bruce's wrist away from his collar. The entire process was very smooth, and there wasn't a single trace of violence. However, Bruce could feel the increasingly ferocious power flowing through this man's body from his fingers that were like iron pincers.
Saber had gotten stronger!
Bruce could feel that he was no longer a match for Saber.
"I'm helping you stabilize the city, Bruce … Although my intentions might be selfish, I can assure you that I've never thought of making the city worse. You can continue to observe Narrow Isle. If it doesn't become better as I said, you can come and question me and punish me anytime …"
"Everything depends on the result. If the result is good, then it's good. Why care about the process?"
Saber tilted his head and looked at Batman who was still angry. He scratched his head.
"I say, Bruce, can we settle down and talk about business?"
Batman took a deep breath. He looked at the paper in front of him and glanced at it before sitting back on the sofa.
"I'm looking forward to seeing if your assistant, Kevin, can fulfill your promise. Tell me, why are you looking for me?"
Saber straightened his body and placed his arms on his knees. He lit a cigarette and spoke amidst the smoke.
"Of course, it's about the mutated humans that ran to Gotham. They're coming for me. Bruce, I killed one of them but I don't know how many of them are left. I need your help. You just need to help me find them and I'll take care of the rest."
"This makes me curious. What happened to you in New York? I'm guessing it's the Brotherhood of Mutants, right? "
Seber didn't answer, but the terrible expression on his face proved everything. Bruce Wayne's voice had a hint of curiosity that couldn't be concealed. He put away the piece of paper that Seber had given him and turned to walk towards the window. He turned his head.
"Are you sure you can deal with them?"
"What can I do? My Bruce. "
Seiber leaned back on the sofa. "This isn't a small fight like yours. If you really want to fight, you'll have to go all out. I know you won't be able to get past that, so let me do it. After all, they're not locals from Gotham. Oh, right, I promise, I won't hurt any innocent people!"
"Then remember your promise!"
Batman's figure leaped lightly and disappeared from the window like a shadow. "Don't challenge my bottom line, Saber. This is the last time."
Saber didn't comment on this warning. If he could avoid conflict, he naturally wouldn't want to fight to the death with Batman. However, if they were on opposite sides, he wouldn't hold back. However, at this stage, the two of them didn't have a direct conflict of interest. Especially after Saber started such a violent incident, Bruce Wayne could still tolerate it.
This fully showed that Batman wasn't without weaknesses.
Just like what Saber said, if his imagination really came true, then at least the dock area and the narrow island could quickly settle down. This was in line with Bruce Wayne's original intention of becoming Batman, so he was willing to give Saber a chance to prove himself.
Just like what Saber said just now, the results were important. Sometimes, it was necessary to ignore the process.
Of course, if Saber had caused a horrifying massacre tonight, then the conversation between the two of them wouldn't have been so relaxed.
Saber's strength had increased greatly, but it wasn't to the point where he could crush anyone, especially when he was standing on the opposite side of an existence like Bruce. The resources that he controlled were unimaginable to Saber. If he really angered Batman, even if it was the current Saber, being able to safely escape from Gotham would be the best outcome.
The son of Gotham, this adjective really wasn't just for show.
And about how terrifying Batman's resources were, after 15 minutes, he really experienced it.
A message was sent to his phone. It was a special phone that Stark gave him. In the current year of 2000, Stark, the strange genius, developed the touch-based smartphone in Saber's memory. Although it was only a prototype, Saber used it very easily.
He clicked on the message and a line of words came into view.
"Mutants Brotherhood Quebec Branch, 5 people: Huffman, Derrick, Black Dart, Snake Controller, Flounder, West District, 643 7th Avenue, basement."
The number of people, location, and even the names were clear. Saber pursed his lips. No wonder Batman always appeared at the crime scene with unusual accuracy. Now it seemed that he must have some kind of means to monitor the whole city.
He still underestimated him.
And in this message, there was a black line under the name "Black Dart", which meant that he had been killed. Obviously, Black Dart was the short guy who tried to sneak up on Saber and was killed instead.
"Hehe, then I'm coming, babies!"
Saber let out a low laugh. A moment later, a low roar came out from the villa's garage. The dark red ghost-faced warrior was riding on a heavy black motorcycle. At lightning speed, after midnight, he sped all the way to Gotham's West District.
The black Tomahawk was perfectly modified. Not only was there a bulletproof special material shell installed on the body of the motorcycle, but there was also a small "stealth" device, just like the one used on the Batmobile. Within a speed of 300kmh, the sound of the motorcycle was guaranteed to be minimized. And to be honest, in the city, Saber couldn't race faster than that.
That was simply playing with his life.
At this time, in the West District, in a dimly lit basement, a few people were gathered together and discussing things. The guy who was previously high-spirited was now like a frosted eggplant. The feminine Snake Guy's face was full of bruises from being beaten up. There was also a wound on his cheek, which was caused by a sharp bat dart. If Bruce's hand trembled slightly, he would have lost an eye.
"Black Dart is dead. Flounder went to find his body. It's still not certain whether he was killed by Saber Hawk, but I think we should prepare for the worst."
The tall and thin Derrick, who had strange blue hair and was wearing a trendy tattered suit, clenched his fingers together. His fingers, which had turned into sharp blades, made clanging sounds. It was he who had ambushed Batman in the dark before, which allowed Snake Man, who had been beaten into a sorry state, to escape.
In fact, the poisonous snakes controlled by Snake Guy couldn't even get close to Batman. After the modification of the armor, as long as Batman was willing, the internal interface of the armor could send out a strong paralyzing current. In addition to the sudden drop in temperature in Gotham, Snake Guy's poisonous snakes became lazy. There was no way they could pose a threat to Batman who attacked as fast as the wind.
In short, the arrogant Snake Guy had lost a lot of face this time.
"You're saying that Saber hid his strength?"
The bear-like Huffman was still half-naked in this temperature. He held half a hamburger in his hand and chewed while he said thoughtfully.
"Indeed … Although Black Dart is a pitiful piece of trash, he is still an outstanding Delta-level mutant. It seems that the information that boss received this time was wrong. And that bat, it's very troublesome. Snake Guy only went out to buy something and he was targeted by him. It seems that there are some forces monitoring this city … We have to prepare to retreat."
The rough man stuffed half a hamburger in his hand into his mouth and clapped his hands.
"I can't accept this! Bastard! Boss Asazo is definitely not happy this time. "
"This can't be helped."
Snake Guy grimaced as he touched his feminine face. His triangular eyes squinted, looking like a poisonous snake that was ready to jump up and bite someone. He grinned.
"Go back and report to the boss. We'll bring more people over and settle the score together, including that damn black bat! I'm going to feed him to my poisonous snakes! "
"Hmph, you're always so arrogant. Now you're late, aren't you?"
Huffman mocked Snake Guy mercilessly. "If you had gone with Black Dart, this wouldn't have happened. At least you guys might have come back alive."
"Maybe we would have died there together!"
Derrick let out a sigh of relief. He looked at the gloomy sky of Gotham outside the window. He had a vague bad feeling in his heart. For a mutant, their society was filled with all kinds of thoughts. Derrick belonged to the more superstitious type. His intuition had saved his life more than once.
He had a feeling that this matter would not end so easily.
"After Flatfish comes back, we'll leave this place immediately!"
Derrick turned to his two companions and said, "I have a bad feeling in my heart … If we don't leave now, we might … not be able to leave."
"Hmph?"
The gloomy Snake Guy glanced at him with his triangular eyes. He sneered in his bad mood.
"You coward!"
"What did you say?"
Derek felt that his kindness had been fed to a dog. But just as he stood up, two small silver-white things that looked like medicine bottles were thrown in through the only window in the basement. They hit the ground, and under the dim light, they shone with a strange light. The next moment, green gas crazily gushed out of the medicine bottles that had their own small air pump. In an instant, the entire basement was filled with green gas.
"Cough cough, what the hell! What is this? "
"Run! Someone's coming! "
Derrick swung his arms outwards and his two arms turned into two sharp black blades. Everything in front of his eyes began to distort rapidly. Under the havoc of the highly concentrated Fear Gas, he even felt that he could not breathe properly. He madly rushed towards the door. Behind him, Huffman had also completed his transformation. However, Huffman who relied on his strength to survive did not run away with Derrick. Instead, he turned around and wrestled with the Snake Man who was trembling on the spot.
Snake Guy seemed to have gone mad. He threw out more than ten poisonous snakes from his body. Those disgusting and poisonous creatures crawled on the ground. A few of them had already bitten Huffman's body under Snake Guy's command.
"You bastards! Are you crazy? "
Derrick cursed. He turned around and continued to run forward. However, two green things had also smashed into the basement and made clanking sounds as they hit the ground.
Snake Guy who was knocked down by Huffman saw the two things spinning on the ground and could not help but scream. Derrick turned around and saw two green grenades that had their pins pulled out. In the light green fog, it looked so terrifying and … crazy.
Who the hell did he offend?
"What the hell!"
Boom!
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