The figure was wearing a pitch-black bat suit. His entire body was wrapped in a tight suit, only his mouth and nose were exposed.
There were several obvious differences between this suit and the one worn by Batman. First, there was no belt around the waist. Second, the cape was shaped like a pair of raised dragon wings. Third, there was a bright yellow bat logo printed on the chest of the tight suit.
"Faithful believers, I came to this city long before it had an army. My divinity is built on your faith." The Bruce stood at the top of the cathedral, shook off his cape, opened his arms, and said loudly through the communicator beside his mouth, "Do any of you want to take my sacred throne? You can do it tonight! This is your ancient privilege! "
[The crowd in the square kneels down and listens to the King of Gotham's declaration.
[The searchlights of different colors with the symbol of a bat swept upward as if they were adding to the excitement of his entrance.]
"Prove yourself and shake my position!" The Bruce continued. "I, the descendant of the first Bat God, Bruce Wayne, am willing to accept your challenge!" Like in previous years, he began to explain the rules. "Tonight, no matter who it is … as long as you can catch and kill a resurrected villain before me, you will get a chance to win a chance. And win a chance to challenge me - and if you can kill me in combat, you will become the new God! "
[At the same time, the four "villains" were released from their restraints.]
As the narrator spoke, the Joker, Haley, Two-Face, and Poison Ivy were all "lifted" out of the glass column. Their bodies were bound by a metal ring as thick as a steel bar, and the metal ring was connected to a steel cable. At that moment, they were like puppets hanging from the end of a rope. They were lifted up and placed into four different vehicles.
"At this moment … to survive, pray to Bat!" The Bruce turned around and said to the "villains," "Beg for mercy, beg for release, beg for slaughter …"
Before he finished speaking, the four villains not far away had already been placed into their respective "mounts".
The clown was riding in a flat, triangular-shaped modified car. The rear wheels of the car were huge, even taller than the body of the car. The front wheels, on the other hand, were of normal size. The front of the car was equipped with four strong searchlights, and the bumper was made into the shape of a big mouth. The front of the bumper looked like a huge smiling face.
Haley Quinn's car was similar to the clown's, but her car was painted red and black, and there was no "big mouth bumper" in front of the car.
The vehicle that Poison Vine Lady was riding was a green flying shuttle that was slightly larger than a motorcycle. The body of the shuttle was decorated with many plant patterns. It used levitation technology and had no wheels.
As for the two-faced person's mode of transportation … it was rather shabby. It was a mini aircraft. As a whole, it was a disc with a diameter of less than two meters. At most, two people could stand on it. There were two one-meter-tall operating levers on the disc. They were both operating levers and handrails.
However, even though it was simple and crude, at least this thing could fly. In a sense, it had its advantages.
"Some innocents have to die to save others …" The Bruce's speech came to an end. "Order has to be turned around for salvation to arrive! My people, show your sins before the villains. The bats will cleanse them! Now … let the slaughter begin! "
"For the four of you, the rules are very simple.
If you can kill Bruce while being chased by the whole city, you'll be free.
"But up until now, not a single villain has survived this ritual …"
Amid the deafening roar and roar, the Joker, Haley, Two-Face, and Poison Vine Lady drove their respective vehicles and charged down four different directions.
They pushed through the crowd, cut open the bloody road, and drove down the streets of Gotham, disappearing into the night …
The introductory cinematic was in place, and the next second, the players gained control of their bodies.
"Main mission triggered.
[Survived the pursuit and met up with at least one teammate.]
When Feng Bujue recovered, the mission announcement appeared in his ears. However, he did not have time to look at the menu because he realized that he was sitting in a speeding car with his hands on the steering wheel.
"Your appearance in the NPC's perspective has been adjusted to Joker's appearance.
"There's an extra item in your trench coat pocket."
Two more system announcements came. At that moment, Feng Bujue stepped on the brakes.
But the car did not stop. In fact, it did not even slow down.
"Ah … As expected." Feng Bujue was calm. He looked ahead and tried to control the steering wheel as well as he analyzed the situation. "This car doesn't even have a brake, and …" He tried to move his shoulders. "The seatbelt has pinned me to the seat …"
"For the bats!" Suddenly, a shadow rushed out from the front. The man blocked the road and yelled his slogan. There was a fanatical expression on his face.
When Feng Bujue saw this, he did not do anything special. He merely continued to drive and allowed the martyr to run into his' clown car '.
Bang!
The man was knocked into the air and landed on the shoulder of the road. A few seconds later, he died on the spot.
His body collapsed in a pool of blood in a twisted posture. Some of the purple gas that leaked out from the clown car stained his body, causing the dead body to have a grin on his face.
"Humph … how ironic." Feng Bujue had no sympathy for the man who had a death wish. He laughed coldly. "Faced with that kind of situation, the real clown would never turn the steering wheel. Therefore, the real villain will be fine. " He shook his head. "Only a good person would turn the steering wheel to avoid that person and cause the car to lose control."
At the same time, on the street behind Feng Bujue.
A Batmobile zoomed over and stopped next to the dead body. The Bruce jumped down from the car and bent down to pick up the dead body. He mumbled, "Look … the clown's first victim."
He was not talking to the air. In this city, there were surveillance cameras everywhere. There were many moving cameras in the air.
"I will avenge this innocent victim, I swear!" The Bruce vowed. His heroic posture was broadcasted and played on countless big screens in the city.
Even Feng Bujue, who was driving, saw this scene through the screens on the street.
"Haha …" Brother Jue laughed. "If you dare to come, I dare to kill you …" As he spoke, he took out the [WJQ-308 Military Shovel] from his backpack. "But … if I kill you like that, it would be too undramatic."
Obviously, without any restrictions on his abilities, Feng Bujue did not take a BOSS like The Bruce seriously at all. At this moment, he was already planning something else …
"Hmm … this belt is quite tough." Coming up with a plan in his mind, grumbling on his lips, his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand holding the military shovel, and using the saw edge of the military shovel to cut at the seatbelt on his body … This was Feng Bujue, a man who was used to multitasking.
Not long after, he successfully broke free from the restraints and leaped out from the top of the speeding car.
The car that went out of control soon hit the wall and flipped over. Brother Jue did a light somersault in the air and took a few steps to offset the inertia before landing on the ground.
"Okay … the next thing is …" He stood in the middle of the street and looked around. There was no one on the dark street, but in the sky about seven or eight meters above the ground, there were a few moving cameras that looked like falcons circling in the air.
"The Clown! Accept the punishment of the bat! "Suddenly, there was a loud shout.
Following the shout, a figure in a batsuit swung down from the sky with a rope in his hand. He flew at Brother Jue.
"More than two hundred and thirty pounds, ordinary tights, ordinary cloak, mask, and gloves. The outline of the muscles on the clothes is sewn. Extremely weak, fat, and clumsy …" In just a moment, this information flashed through Feng Bujue's mind.
"Hmph …" Brother Jue looked at the figure that was flying towards him and snorted coldly. He did not even bother to use any skills. He just tilted his body slightly and dodged the opponent's attack.
When the person swung past him, Brother Jue elbowed him in the waist.
"Ah!" The fake Batman fell from the rope and landed heavily on the ground. The sharp pain in his waist almost made him faint. Compared to this, falling on his back was nothing.
"What do you want?" Feng Bujue took several steps forward to stand next to the man. He looked down at him and said, "Do you think you can kill me? Then defeat The Bruce and become the new God? "
"Er … Er …" The fat man could not speak. Perhaps he had suffered internal bleeding, or perhaps his spine was injured, or perhaps he was just afraid.
"Ha …" Feng Bujue chuckled for some reason. He raised his head and glanced at the moving cameras. Then he bent down to talk to the fat man on the ground. "Look at your expression … What's so serious?" He looked into the man's frightened eyes and said, "Come, smile."
At this moment, the situation here was being broadcasted on big screens all over the city (the storyboards at the edge of the screen were showing other people fleeing in vehicles). Everyone was watching this scene, including The _ Bruce himself.
"Don't you understand?" Feng Bujue saw no reaction from the man, so he took out a pistol from his pocket. This was the gun that he had obtained after entering the scenario. He pressed it between the fat man's brows.
"Cough … Er …" The fake was so scared that he was about to cry, but he forced a twisted smile. The irony was … he was still wearing the self-made bat-mask on his face.
"Haha … That's more like it," Feng Bujue said with satisfaction. Then he stood up and put the gun away.
The man's taut nerves relaxed, and he fainted.
Brother Jue smiled noncommittally. Then he raised his head to look at the moving cameras. "My villainous friends, listen up!" He read aloud. "Lu Cong Zao … Yun Chao He (Cloud Chao He). A long day can only be resolved by one … chess piece. "After stuttering these two sentences, he turned and left.
In most scenarios, the conversation between the player and the NPC would be automatically translated into the other party's native language. However … the two sentences that Brother Jue said, the characters in the scenario really did not understand them. From what they heard, the 'Clown' uttered some strange syllables, and they had no idea what they were talking about.
…
At the same time, the other three people in the city …
Ruo Yu, who was played by Haley, was still sitting in the car. Her situation was similar to Brother Jue's several minutes ago. The car had no brakes, and the seatbelt was locked. Her solution was similar to Feng Bujue's — she chose to use the sword to cut open the seatbelt.
However, Ruo Yu's ability to multitask was weaker than Brother Jue's. She needed to control the car at high speed and cut open the seatbelt at the same time, so it would take her much longer. Furthermore … it was not that convenient to use Holy Seal inside the car. This was not a military shovel that was only forty centimeters long but a sword that was more than one meter long. How embarrassing would it be if she accidentally cut herself?
Xiao Ling's situation was slightly better. Since she had a military dagger with her, when Feng Bujue was reciting the poem, she had already escaped from the shuttle. By then, she had cleverly entered the city's sewers and temporarily escaped the surveillance of the cameras.
Xiao Tan's situation … was even worse. First of all, although his vehicle could fly, there was a limit to how high it could fly. Secondly, the speed of the aircraft was too slow. Its top speed was only forty kilometers per hour. Thirdly … his hands were fixed to the control stick by two welded iron rings. His feet were also locked to the base of the aircraft by two similar metal objects.
In conclusion, Xiao Tan temporarily could not reach into his inventory to grab anything, so he could only fly the aircraft around.
The worst part was … he was trapped in an area with a lot of people. There were a large number of people on the streets and on the buildings on both sides. Some of them were dressed as civilians, while others were dressed as Batman or Batgirl. These people chased after Two-Face and used all kinds of self-made weapons (a few of them had guns) to attack Xiao Tan.
…
Back to Brother Jue …
Feng Bujue quickly walked for a while and stopped next to a power distribution cabinet on the side of the road.
"Hmm … this should work." He muttered to himself, then took out the divine weapon military shovel again, and pried open the box in no time.
Then, Brother Jue did something shocking. He took off his gloves and put his hand in …
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh His hand that had been electrocuted was immediately charred, and his body emitted a burnt smell. After he fell to the ground, his whole body spasmed for a while.
But a few seconds later, Feng Bujue struggled to get up. He put the gloves back on without a change in expression, allowing the burnt flesh to stick to the gloves.
The people who were watching the livestream … were shocked.
"Very good … this kind of burn won't cause continuous damage, it's just a little painful." Brother Jue thought to himself. "Hmm … but the loss of Life Points is quite shocking. I pulled my hand back at the moment of contact, and I lost 50% of my Life Points …" He licked his dry lips. "If this happened in real life, I'd probably die several times over …"
He was not wrong. If this happened in real life, he would not be able to pull his hand back. Even if he could pull it back, that one second … was enough to electrocute an adult to death.
"Phew …" After being electrocuted, Feng Bujue stretched lazily and let out a comfortable groan.
In the next second, his expression abruptly changed. Five to six golden lights suddenly flew out from his hand, and each of them followed a very precise trajectory and hit a moving camera.
…
"What happened earlier?" The Bruce looked at the screen that was filled with static and asked in a low voice.
By then, the ruler of Gotham had returned to his castle. He stood inside a room that looked like a command center. The entire wall on his right was filled with screens. In this room, he could see all the images sent back by the city's surveillance cameras and moving cameras.
Several workers in uniforms — the style was similar to the first Robin's uniform, and there was an R symbol on the left chest — were busy at the operator's table. They were checking various data and giving feedback.
"He … did he shoot?" The man who called himself "Gordon" and looked very much like Gordon quickly answered. He stood not far away from Bruce, holding his master's Batsuit and cape in his hands.
"I don't think so," Bruce said. "Even if the beams of light were indeed gunshots, what about the electrocution earlier? What was that about?"
"We've already modified him into a 'clown'. He's now a madman. Who knows what he's up to?" Gordon said.
"I think I know," another person beside him chimed in.
It was a bald old man. He wore glasses and a dirt-colored lab coat. He was Professor Klibon, The Bruce's most important subordinate. At the moment, he was using a portable device to check Bruce's condition (so Bruce took off his jacket and cape).
"This person must be very clever … He realized that there was a tracking chip in his brain, but he knew that he didn't have the means to remove the chip," Professor Klibon said. "Therefore, he used the electrocution method …"
"I think the professor is right. Before he destroyed the moving cameras, we lost the tracking signal from him," one of the workers turned around and said.
"In other words … we've completely lost track of him?" Bruce asked.
The room fell into silence.
"Ha … ha ha …" Bruce started to laugh wickedly. Then he turned around to ask Klibon, "Are you done with the inspection? How's the data? "
"Er … The rhythm of the new heart is very good. It didn't show any rejection like the other transplanted organs," Klibon replied.
"Very good. Klibon, give me another shot of the super stimulant." Bruce said as he moved his gaze to the surveillance screen next to him. "We'll leave the 'clown' for last. I'll go deal with the two-faced man first and calm the mob outside. "
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