Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

"Gotham Radio, Gotham Radio, you're listening to Gotham Radio, and I'm your host, Jackson."

"A large amount of blood was found in Crime Alley. Passers-by claimed to have witnessed footage of a battle between a bat vigilante and a strange monster. The GCPD police have been involved in the investigation."

"A large number of corpses of the Weird Gang members were found in the boiler area. The cause of death was head trauma. According to the GCPD police, the rifling marks left by the bullets that killed them were basically consistent with their own firearms. The GCPD police determined that the massacre was caused by bats. It was caused by vigilantes, please listen to the detailed report below..."

"Snapped!"

The bottle filled with beer was smashed to the ground, shattering into pieces and splashing large amounts of alcohol.

"A bunch of losers... everything will be blamed on me..." Thomas frowned and mocked coldly. "It seems Director Killian doesn't want this year's payment."

"The boiler area...heh, it's probably Joker's men who are shouting to catch the thief again."

The dark figure stood up slowly. Thomas looked back at the figure on the hospital bed. It seemed that the guy's breathing was still stable, so he took out his mobile phone and made a series of calls.

"it's me."

When the call was connected, Thomas said coldly.

"It's time to clean the house, Oswald. There's a new guest in the basement, take care of it for me..."

"When he wakes up, I will still interrogate him."

A flattering voice came from the other end of the phone. Thomas hung up the phone roughly, opened the door and walked towards the huge platform in the center of the cave.

There, parked was a strange-looking black sports car.

"I didn't expect that even if I locked you up in Arkham, you would be able to cause trouble."

"Martha..."

Thomas murmured and came to the sports car.

"When will these painful days end..."

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"Trash! Trash! You bunch of useless things! Are 38 scum going out together to grab some money and all get slaughtered? Ms. J has no use for raising you bitches!"

In an abandoned factory in Gotham's Boiler District, screams were heard. A group of punk-dressed weirdos with painted faces were listening quietly with their heads hunched. On the high platform where the containers were stacked, a young and beautiful man with a good figure could be heard. The woman was holding a long whip, pointing at the weirdo gang members below and yelling curses.

She wore a tight-fitting leather jacket of different colors, half black and half red, with pale paint on her face and a domino mask, looking like a retro circus clown...

She is now the second in command of the Weird Gang, a super criminal codenamed "YoYo Yoyo"!

Harley Quinzel.

Miss Harley in the parallel world still fell under Joker's pomegranate skirt, but this time it was as a deputy instead of a lover.

But compared to her in another world, Harley in this world is in a much more dangerous situation, because the Batman in this world is not as kind as the one next door.

Except for Joker, the old man would kill all criminals without mercy. Even if he was put in a lunatic asylum, he would be considered soft-hearted.

Just like it is now.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

Intense gunshots suddenly exploded, and deadly bullets were shot from the sky towards the weirdo gang below. What followed were countless can-shaped special smoke bombs and high-explosive grenades, even if they were not fired. Open the tab and the bullet is the best detonator!

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

"Boom!!!"

The arrogance generated by the explosion broke the limbs of more than a dozen members of the Weird Gang on the spot. The moment the blood spattered, it was swallowed up by the black smoke. The dim light could only provide limited illumination. Under the influence of the smoke bomb, in the dark night , the main courtyard of the abandoned factory is already invisible!

"Shet! It's Old Bat! Kill him!"

Youyou screamed loudly, rolled over to avoid the dense bullet net, grabbed his own gun and emptied the magazine in the direction of the previous bullets!

"Da da da da da da-"

However, the bullets only hit the walls and steel frames of the abandoned factory. At this moment, in the black mist, the roars of the members of the Weird Gang gradually evolved into roars and screams, and the tongues of fire spewed from the guns continued. Flickering in the black mist, one could only vaguely see a black shadow moving continuously, followed by the members of the Weird Gang falling one after another...

Seeing that the situation was not good, Yuyou rolled her eyes, turned around and ran away!

"Bullshit! Trash! Trash! Did Ms. J feed you for free?! A pile of offal!"

Well, this bitch is also fucking hard while running.

It's a pity that she stopped before she ran very far, because in the shadow in front of her, a pair of red eyes slowly opened...

"Do you think you can escape?"

A low and hoarse smokey voice.

as well as……

Continuous bursts of fire.

The figure that looked like a human-shaped bat strode out, holding two retro-looking submachine guns. The machine guns were still equipped with round drums. The dense firepower net struck again, as if to pronounce the death of Youyou!

Thompson-M1928A1, the favorite of old-school American gangsters, nicknamed...

Chicago typewriter!

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On a tall building not far from the abandoned factory, a lonely figure was sitting on the edge of the tall building, dangling his legs, wearing a scarlet visor, looking left and right, seemingly looking for something. .

At this moment, a huge explosion came from the 3 o'clock direction, followed by fierce fire, and the sound of firing came one after another in the distance, attracting the man's attention.

"Roar?"

The man tilted his head and let out a low hum of interest.

"With such a hard-core explosion, I don't know if the old lady is there, emmm... Even if it's not the old lady, there's no harm in going over and taking a look."

He waved to his side, a ray of light flashed, and on the top floor of the tall building, a snow-white, heavy-duty motorcycle with a mechanical feel appeared behind him!

The Brotherhood of Assassins of the Yan Kingdom, specially supplied by the Military Science and Technology R&D Department, a military heavy armored motorcycle...

Codename: White Dragon!

The man took off in the air and performed a backflip before landing firmly on the heavy motorcycle. His whole body was ignited with scarlet flames. The metal wristband on his left wrist gradually covered the entire motorcycle invisibly and deformed automatically. Zhong Mo, who was already looking at him with a sense of shock, now looked even more ferocious!

It seems to be composed of the bones of a giant dragon!

"Does this count as cosplaying a wave of Ghost Rider?"

The man complained nonsensically, then chuckled and suddenly turned the accelerator!

"who cares……"

The tires of the heavy motorcycle began to spin crazily, and thick smoke instantly rose. The knight and the car turned into a flaming afterimage, and rode straight towards the place where the explosion occurred!

The scarlet flames rotated with the tires, leaving behind scorched tire marks and igniting the slightest trace of fire. The dragon carcass that looked like it was on fire rubbed heavily and made a thunderous roar!

The force of gravity was useless in front of this guy. The flaming afterimage moved forward along the wall of the high-rise building. The surrounding residents only heard a scream!

"Wu——hu——!!!"