American comics: This guy is crazy

Looking at Allen, he looked embarrassed.

Russell couldn't help but smile knowingly and thought to himself: 'I will keep this secret from you for the rest of my life. ’

Shock! The dark secret between Batman and mental illness.

Daily Bugle, Star City Times, Midtown News, New York Press...

Presumably a group of news industry giants are willing to pay for the scoop.

"What a shame."

Allen covered his face and ran away with naughty steps.

Russell's smile became more and more evil, and his heart became more determined. There was an interesting story in it that shocked the world.

I couldn't help but untie the plastic bag and bring it up to my nose to smell it.

"The smell of Batman, hehehe..."

Within a second, Russell's expression froze and he found that his friend Morbius was hanging from the ceiling at some point, his eyes staring at him in disbelief.

The surprise and disgust in his eyes were undisguised, making him realize that the other party was thinking wrongly.

Russell hurriedly explained: "It's not what you think. These are Batman's underwear. It was Allen who asked me to track Batman. I have no special hobbies. You must believe me."

"Well..., I believe you." Morbius responded awkwardly.

No, you don't believe it.

He hesitated when he answered.

Looking at Morbius turning away, Russell dropped his underwear angrily and stamped his feet in annoyance.

"What a sin!"

…

Gotham late at night.

It's rare to see a clear night sky, with a half-moon hanging high in the sky, and the moonlight shining on every corner of the city.

At this moment, in the quiet city, most people are asleep, and only a few places are open until early morning.

"Don't chase me, I'm afraid."

At this time, a young man wearing a hospital gown ran wildly on a quiet street, looking back in fear from time to time.

Suddenly, when the young man turned around, a beautiful figure appeared in front of him like a ghost.

Without paying attention, the young man bumped into him head on.

With a pop, the young man was knocked down and sat on the ground.

"Oh..., so flexible."

Allen was so excited that his nostrils were stretched wide and he was breathing heavily. He immediately realized something and changed his words: "The old pervert does not fit my victim persona."

Suddenly, Allen put on a shy and frightened look and said: "Sister, I am very innocent. You can't have sentimental thoughts about me. If you do it forcefully, I might not be able to control it."

At the same time, another vampire bride blocked Allen's retreat.

But seeing the appearance of the blood-eating target, I felt a little hesitant.

They followed Dracula to Gotham. Recently, they have been looking for homeless people and criminals to avoid attracting the attention of Zhenglian. They couldn't help but miss their days in their hometown.

At least you don't have to worry about food, because there is no shortage of Hagui tribe in the world.

Recently, sucking the blood of homeless people has made them feel disgusted. It is rare to meet a young man with tender skin and tender flesh, so naturally they are not willing to give up easily.

Although it doesn't look very normal, it looks more handsome and makes you more appetizing.

It's like the difference between coarse grains and fine chaff.

Not quite accurate.

It should be Eastern cuisine and Gangetic cuisine.

The former is full of color, fragrance and impeccable in all aspects.

The latter smells like food, tastes like food, but looks like a thin slice of Ollie.

"Baby, you finally can't run away."

The vampire bride slowly approached, licking the two fangs with her tongue, looking like she wanted to eat her alive.

Another vampire bride said excitedly: "It's still a pure oriental. It's a taste I've never tasted before."

Dracula's territory is located in Transylvania, a small European country where all the locals are gone. How could there be any Oriental people who are keen on doing business?

"Dah ah, dah ah..."

Allen's behavior made the two vampire brides a little confused.

He took off his shirt and hugged his chest with his hands, looking forward to whatever he wanted.

No, we only bite the neck, why do you need to take off your clothes?

However, if someone is so polite, it would be rude to be reserved.

"Little baby, don't be afraid, my sister will send you to bliss."

"It's really mouth-watering."

The two vampire brides surround Allen by blowing and teasing her, like a cat playing with a mouse before eating it.

As a senior vampire, you must activate your blood in advance when treating food to speed up blood circulation and make it taste moister and more delicious when you eat it.

The mixed-blood rookies don't know any pre-dinner etiquette. They are like reincarnations of starving ghosts. They eat food without blood and their blood is boiling. This is a wrong move that greatly affects the taste.

Moreover, it seems vulgar.

Senior vampires need to package themselves with elegance.

"Don't blow, I'm ticklish, so..."

Allen enjoyed it and showed his neck in a show of pretense, like a shameless and annoying little goblin.

"who!?"

The two vampire brides stopped moving and looked at a muscular man with a short head in front of them.

Drake, who was hiding in the dark, was thinking of taking down the opponent in one fell swoop.

As a result, seeing Allen's excitement, I felt an inexplicable itch in my heart.

"Spurris."

Boom!

Allen took the opportunity to grab the two women's necks with both hands, and suddenly used force to make their heads hit each other.

For a moment, the two vampire brides had stars in their eyes.

"Brother Ade, you are so rich and so delicious, Arasi is making a plate."

Allen glanced at Derek, picked up the hospital gown and walked out of the alley. He couldn't help but mutter, "I've sacrificed so much, don't let me down."

sacrifice?

You're not enjoying it very much.

Dracula's two brides are in the hands of Drake, and they must find ways to rescue them.

During their first encounter, Allen had killed a bride, and Dracula would definitely not want to lose his right-hand man.

When walking out of the alley.

The claw warriors hiding on the rooftop showed up to attack.

He raised his sword and leaned forward to attack.

The sharp blade reflected the edge of the moonlight, reflecting a streak in the void.

Ding!

A crisp sound echoed.

Orm held the silver-white trident to block the attack of the claw warriors, and then swung out a full circle to force all the enemies back. He held the trident vertically and assumed a fighting posture.

He and Master Neptune come from the same sect and have exactly the same moves.

In the beginning, he was defeated because his weapons were inferior to those of Poseidon.

After all, the golden trident can be included in the category of artifacts.

"I'll deal with them."

Om's aura suddenly changed, and he looked like a king.

When he was rescued, he was as skinny as a waning old man. He took a bath directly in the bathtub and was instantly resurrected with full blood, just like an inflatable doll filled with water.

"The way you play Runtu is strange to me." Allen flashed his eyes and asked, "Do you still remember the time when the full moon was in the sky in the watermelon field? Yes, I am that Yun."

"..."

Om couldn't help but roll his eyes. The atmosphere he had finally created was so embarrassing that Allen couldn't help but remind him: "You can't put your clothes on."

"Disgusting, hee hee hee..."

Allen shyly turned around and ran, holding his clothes with one hand and covering his chest. He kept holding his small fist in front of his chest and rocking it from side to side. He shook his big butt and ran. It made Om really want to throw a fork and be nailed on the spot. land.

"Damn, chop him to death, I can't bear it."

"Don't rob me. This guy is crazy and coquettish. I've tolerated it for a long time."

"If I don't kill him, I will feel uncomfortable all over."

The Claw Warrior has seen Allen's coquettish and cheap look many times, and he hates it so much.

This time, Allen was strolling around without the Batsuit, taking it all as a great opportunity.

"Your opponent is me."

Orm stepped in front of the Claw Warrior.

The next moment, the two sides were fighting on the street.

At present, Allen's own strength, even without wearing a battle suit, is not at a level that a Claw Warrior can easily touch.

After all, reaching the full level of the three professions, which brings about an improvement in all aspects of the body's attributes, is already a step into the non-human realm.

Of course, after recruiting helpers, Allen didn't want to do it himself.

According to Allen's understanding, he is the captain of the Midnight Bullies, and it would be too embarrassing to deal with the minions personally.

Orm has a natural counterattack against the Claw Warrior.

Not only is he outstanding in physical skills, he is also gifted with the water element magic of the Atlanteans. The special trident has the function of condensing water molecules in a small area, which can freeze body parts when it touches the enemy.

What's more, Gotham has a lot of rainy weather and plenty of water molecules in the air, which allows him to flex his muscles.

And another team in Gotham.

A pure-blood team composed of Morbius, Russell, and Nick.

Russell is tracking the pure blood through his sense of smell, and Nick directly transforms into a mummy to patrol the skies over Gotham and provide direction guidance.

Morbius is waiting for news. He has a keen sense of hearing and does not need to echo around the city. He only needs to listen to the calls of his companions.

"We found the target, there are a lot of them."

Russell tracked down an ancient house. Not only did he smell an odor that was different from human beings, but the air was filled with the smell of blood.