The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 4 The Dark Knight
The Gotham Times has a section called Gotham Impressions every Saturday, which is dedicated to a few random citizens who are asked to make sentences with "Gotham", "yes", and a specific adjective.

In the beginning, what usually appeared on that page were "Gotham is magnificent", "Gotham is magnificent", "Gotham is luxurious"

But soon, this layout deteriorated.

As time goes by, this materialistic city gradually reveals a dark and dirty side, "Gotham is rancid", "Gotham is evil"

Deadly, cursed.

Immediately, some unconventional young people started to form words with the names of some famous villains,
"Gotham is a double-faced man" - the city is beautiful and dirty
"Gotham is Mudface" - the city sinks into the mud
"Gotham is a clown" - insane, chaotic, vicious.
Hiss, ha.
Scarface was panting, and the man who was hiding in the cloak strangled his neck with one hand and held it up in the air. His dangling toes stepped on the steering wheel of the vehicle with difficulty, barely supporting his balance.

Or, Gotham is Batman.

Resolute and profound, never yielding, majestic and majestic, like a marble statue standing in a dark warehouse, a thick medieval armor full of dust.

The dark knight's pupils were impassive, and he asked Scarface hoarsely, "Save you, what are you talking about?"

There was a crisp gunshot, and the copper bullets spun to tear the air, and the round bottom groove was engraved with the number logo left by the steel assembly line, filled with the cold bloody smell.

However, before Scarface was pierced through the skull by this bullet, the Dark Knight had already waved his cloak. The specially-made reinforced aramid fiber was indestructible after being electrified, and the barrier generally blocked the gunshots.

Li Ang frowned slightly, stopped slowly, and shouted from a distance: "Who are you?"

He had studied martial arts in his previous life, and even without spiritual knowledge, he could roughly sense the terrifying power contained in this cloaked man's body.

It was smelted and forged through thousands of tempers, which is close to the limit that the human body can achieve.

"Unexpectedly, there are still people who can reach the realm of a master." Li Ang sighed, and asked helplessly, "Are you with him?"

The dark knight looked at the scarred face, and said in a low voice, "No."

At this moment, the scanner in his Kevlar helmet is testing Li Ang in all directions, including height, fat and thinness, body weight, body temperature, and even breathing rate and sound wave frequency band.

"All citizen files of the Gotham Police Department have been searched, and no matching information has been found."

The smart terminal projected icy blue characters on the dark knight's retina, and he stood silently, blocking the way for Li Ang to kill Scarface.

"Who are you?" asked the Dark Knight.

"Just a passerby." Li Ang pulled the cloth covering his face, lowered his voice and said, "Since you are not with him, then don't stop me from killing him."

"He will go to jail and get the punishment he deserves."

There were bursts of urgent sirens from the pier in the distance, and those red and blue lights flashed in succession, illuminating the desolate and decaying corners of the lower city.

"Heh, what punishment can you give? Lighting up a sky lantern or being hacked to pieces?" Li Ang turned his head and said with a sneer: "Anyway, they are all dirty scum. If you kill them all, the world will be clean again."

He leaned forward, and the two bullets flew towards Batman's eye sockets accurately, but the latter had turned sideways half a second before Li Ang pulled the trigger, dodging the two shots.

It was just a cover, Li Ang stepped on the ground and shot out, punching Batman in the chest, but the strengthened Kevlar armor didn't even have any dents, and it made a dull sound in vain.

Batman silently grabbed Li Ang's wrist and smashed him against the roof of the truck.

The roof made of steel was directly smashed into a dent, and Li Ang opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of turbid blood under the heavy blow, and dense air bubbles were still overflowing on the puddle of blood.

After all, this young man's body was still overwhelmed, and it was already at the end of his battle under the strengthening of spiritual energy. He barely stood up relying on Li Ang's strong will.

"We don't have to be enemies, I want to talk to you."

Before the Dark Knight finished speaking, he saw Li Ang with a smile on his mouth, and without changing his face, he hit his elbow acupuncture point hard with the butt of his pistol. The bones, muscles, and blood vessels were suddenly compressed, and his whole arm was as slender as firewood. out of the palm of his hand.

Li Ang stepped on Batman's ankle, and the moment he slid out of the truck roof, he hit the truck's accelerator with the last bullet in the clip,
In an instant, the flames swept across the night, the gasoline burned, the air expanded, and the violent explosion directly engulfed Batman and the scarred face on his hands.

As the dust cleared, Batman tumbled and landed on the ground, his armor and cloak were torn and broken, a dozen sharp iron pieces of different shapes penetrated deep into the flesh, and the dripping plasma glistened under the light of the fire.

It is far from being so lucky to have a face without a protective scar. It has already turned into coke in human form. For this scumbag, this can barely be regarded as a safe and happy ending.

Sergeant Gordon of the Gotham Police Department drove up, lifted Batman up, and let him lean against the wheel of the police car.

"You are hurt."

"It's not serious." The dark knight remained silent and strangled the iron pieces one by one and threw them on the ground, then took out a cylindrical steel spray gun from his waist, and the raging flames sprayed from the top of the spray gun smashed the iron pieces on the ground and Plasma burns to grayish black.

Gordon sighed when he saw this, and said, "Are you worried that I will test these bloodstains? You don't have to be so guarded against me."

"It's not to guard against you, Gordon." The dark knight took out a spray canister from his waist again, sprayed some dark green gel on his wound, and wrapped the wound.

He raised his head, looked at the Gotham police who rushed into the warehouse, and muttered to himself: "This city is getting more and more chaotic, I can feel the ubiquitous depression in the air, just like the evening before the storm Same."

Sergeant Gordon rubbed his brownish-yellow beard, with determination and anxiety buried in his eyes, "Who knows, we haven't been like this all these years."

He turned around, only to find that there was no one beside him.

"Sheriff, there are several villains in Gotham Wharf who specialize in human trafficking in the warehouse. They were all killed. There are also some Southeast Asian smugglers. Among them, a little girl was injured by a gunshot wound. An ambulance will be here soon."

A police officer yelled over the intercom. Sergeant Gordon sighed, lowered the brim of his police cap, and walked towards the warehouse.

(End of this chapter)