Hercules Walk

Chapter 126
In the face of Wang Dali who kept chattering endlessly, Batman was able to turn a deaf ear to it.However, every time he was going to bypass Wang Dali, as long as he changed the direction, Wang Dali would block his way before he took a step.

"Hey Bruce, do you think I'm right? I think so. You know, I..."

Seeing Wang Dali who was eloquent and seemed to be able to talk for an hour without repeating himself, Batman twitched his eyes: Should I give him a punch?Like I should really punch him?I'd better give him a punch!

And Wang Dali's next sentence of "famous quotes from Gotham City celebrities" became the last straw to arouse his anger.

"Bruce, why so serious?"

call!
The black leather gloves and the strong gray arm slid across Wang Dali's right face, and the blowing wind blew his short hair. What couldn't be blown was Batman's still cold and piercing eyes.

Taking a step forward with his left foot, the master took advantage of the opportunity and gave a fast and ruthless uppercut with his left hand.If it were an ordinary criminal, at least half of his teeth would be knocked out by Batman.

But when he arrived at Wang Dali's place, he saw that his legs didn't move, his waist suddenly bent down, and he avoided another blow with a very standard [-]-degree iron bridge.

"What's your relationship with the clown?"

From Wang Dali's previous actions, Batman judged that the other party did not receive systematic and rigorous training like him, but actually relied on a reaction ability and physical ability that far surpassed ordinary people's, even surpassed his own.

For an enemy like this, Batman will usually find out the opponent's fighting habits, set up traps and guide the opponent to step in, and defeat him with IQ.

It's a pity that this time he met Wang Dali, an opponent who used to speak with his fists, and his fists were particularly big.

"You ask what is my relationship with the clown?"

When he was speaking, the smile on Wang Dali's face remained unchanged, not at all like he was attacked by Batman just now.

"If I insist, I probably know him, but he doesn't know my relationship."

After Wang Dali finished speaking, Batman frowned.

Could it be that this is like Harley the Harley Quinn, an extreme admirer of clowns?
That's not good.

Looking coldly at Wang Dali's black eyes that were smiling but not fluctuating at all, Batman made a decision in his heart and quietly pressed a button on his belt.

We must deal with each other today. If such a guy with far more strength than ordinary people and the lunatic Joker get together, the destructive power will not be as simple as one plus one plus one plus one.

Who knows what kind of "big scene" the clown's psychopath with no lower limit will create after getting the help of this guy in front of him.

Swish!
There is no such thing as a sneak attack to lose face in Batman's words.When looking at Wang Dali, he unexpectedly took off two bat darts from the cloak behind him, and shot them at Wang Dali.

The batarang with very sharp edges cut through the air along the way, making a slight sound of breaking wind.Without even looking at it, Wang Dali crossed his arms left and right, and gently stretched out his index finger and middle finger, as if the two had cooperated countless times before, and easily caught the two silver bat darts shot by Batman.

"Wow, what a nice souvenir! Thank you for your kindness, I'll take it."

He brought the bat dart, which was very delicate, a murder weapon and a work of art, in front of him.Wang Dali turned it up and down, and put it in his pocket after sighing with emotion.

Seeing his move, Batman's eyes twitched again.He has been in Gotham for decades, and he has seen arrogant people, but he has never seen you so arrogant.

In Gotham City, Wang Dali was the first one who dared to put the bat dart thrown by Batman directly into his pocket.

However, Mr. Bruce said, I can use bat darts to stuff your pockets!

He stretched his hands back at the same time, and took out a dozen bat darts directly from the mysterious space of the cloak.Brushing, brushing, Bruce swung his two strong and powerful thighs, constantly changing his position and the way he shot the darts, and steadily and quickly threw the twelve bat darts like a goddess scattered flowers.

Facing the bat dart with various arcs, straight lines, and even two pieces colliding halfway to change the trajectory, Wang Dali smiled even more happily.It was as if in front of him were not bat darts that could be cold and sharp one after another, but pieces of gold one after another.

Not bad, come to Gotham City and bring back so many souvenirs.You know, this is all given to him by Batman 'hand in hand'.

But when Wang Dali took all the bat darts with a very light movement, and finally turned his back to Batman, he stopped aside before, and the Batmobile that had received Bruce's command had already quietly warmed up.

The engine, which has been crazily modified several times, increased its speed from zero to [-] kilometers per hour in one second, and brought its two-ton body to hit Wang Dali's back without realizing it.

According to Wang Dali's previous physical fitness, Batman judged that even if he was hit by his own car, he would have multiple fractures at most, his life should be fine, and it would not violate his philosophy of 'no killing'.

There are not many monsters in Gotham City, like Bane, whose spine was interrupted by Batman, and who can escape from prison after two months.

However, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, when the Batmobile was about to hit him, Wang Dali turned around suddenly, raised his hand and punched him down.

boom!
The loud noise caused by Wang Dali's fist colliding with the Batmobile was like a battle tank firing, directly shattering several surviving glass windows next to the restaurant.The black Batmobile, whose defense strength was comparable to that of a heavily loaded tank, had a hole the size of a basketball directly smashed out of the streamlined body of the car by him.

Among them, two five-centimeter-thick alloy plates with bulletproof, compressive, and shock-absorbing capabilities were almost like plastic plates in Wang Dali's hands, and were cleanly penetrated by his fists.

"Ah, I'm so sorry."

Inhaling the strange smell from the damaged engine of the Batmobile, he pulled out his fist from the hole in the car, Wang Dali smiled apologetically at Batman whose body suddenly tensed up.

"It seems that you are going to fly back tonight on your own wings!"

Another monster!

Two brows that were as thick as the back of a knife were pressed down, Batman's body sank slightly, he glanced at his disfigured Batmobile, and was ready for a hard fight.

However, Wang Dali had no intention of completely defeating Batman.He still counted on Batman, the old driver, to take him to have fun in this smoky Gotham City.

　PS: Thanks to Fei Lingli for the reward of 2000 starting coins!After the handover of work in the past two days, I will practice the two shifts from the day after tomorrow, and slowly make up for what I owed in the next month.

　　
　
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