American comics: Start by copying Superman’s talents

Gotham City.

This is a dark hall.

Both sides of the hall were decorated with red oil candles.

The beating orange light dissipates some of the darkness, and outlines an atmosphere between light and darkness in this room.

On a round table not far away, there was a beautiful girl lying on her chest. Her chest was covered with a piece of red cloth to block the large white area, but her pupils were wide and dilated, and there were vaguely visible blood-red tooth marks on her neck. Confirmed her identity.

"Suck it, it's so comfortable!"

On a few seats not far from the girl,

A man wearing a gentleman's hat, who looked like a round penguin from a distance, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The blood stains on the back of his hands appeared flickering under the light.

The bloated cheeks full of fat were pale, and the blood-red pupils proved that he had now shed his human identity and became a vampire who considered himself noble.

The Penguin, whose full name is Oswald Chesterfield Colbert, is a member of one of the four major families in Gotham City, along with Quino's grandfather and Batman's family.

However, except for the talented Wayne family, the other three families have more or less fallen into decline as time goes by.

He was playing with a unique umbrella in his hand, and looked at a black-haired man in a meticulous suit in the corner: "You said you would cooperate, and I agreed."

After becoming a vampire again, Penguin obviously felt that his body had become much stronger, and even his lame leg healed under the influence of blood.

There are also the hidden wounds left on his body when he fought with Batman. If he can do it, Penguin not only wants to kill Batman, but also wants to kill those bastards from the Justice League.

"Maybe you can't wait until you agree."

An extremely hoarse voice sounded, and the Penguin who was sitting on the chair jumped up at a speed that was not suitable for his physique.

His body even had an instinctive reaction, and the Penguin knew what would happen the next second he heard the sound.

The plump guy raised the umbrella in his hand and pressed the handle toward the window sill.

clap clap clap!

Three bullets roared out through the umbrella handle and penetrated the glass.

According to Penguin's experience, Batman usually breaks through the window and then fights in close quarters.

"Dang Dang Dang~"

Three crisp chimes of gold and iron sounded, and the batarangs streaking through the darkness flickered brightly and dimly under the candlelight.

The sharp blade with a cold light cut through the Penguin's cheek, piercing the skin and making it wail.

"my face!"

Penguin covered his cheek, and the scratched wound was like a burning cigarette, white smoke rising out.

"It's mithril!"

The vampire's pupils in the room were wide open, and those blood-colored eyes allowed him to easily see through the scene in the dark night.

He saw that the originally closed wooden door was shattered by an iron fist, and a tall figure walked into the house.

When the candlelight in the room shone on him, Batman stood here wearing a bright silver armor and a bright silver cape behind him.

Penguin's eyes widened. This was a Batman costume he had never seen before.

Even the buttocks and chin that the other party usually likes to expose are tightly wrapped under the mask.

The Witcher Batman suit was built with a lot of money by Mr. Bruce of the Wayne Group. In order to avoid being bitten by vampires, it adopts a design that does not expose the skin.

The black-haired vampire felt his hands and feet were cold.

Shaking with anger, what is the origin of this guy dressed like an iron can?

Moreover, he is covered in mithril, which also eliminates the possibility of the vampires fighting him in close combat.

How painful is it to be burned by mithril?

Just look at the Penguin lying on the ground wailing and curling up.

"Penguin."

Batman said in his mellow and deep voice: "I didn't expect that you would betray your human identity and become a miserable dark creature."

The eyes under the mask glanced at Penguin: "To be honest, you let me down."

As he spoke, Batman took off two batarangs from his belt and looked at the vampire man not far away: "I'm sorry for the tight schedule now, but you have to die here."

"Wow!"

Like a night demon surging in the dark, the roaring figure extinguished the candle, plunging the entire room into darkness.

And darkness is Batman’s home ground!

Along with the sounds of fighting and screams, the house soon returned to silence again.

"solved."

In the darkness, only the sound of the waving cloak could be heard.

"Next time, we have to hurry up."

Listening to Batman's words, an old man wearing a magic robe walked out of the darkness. He raised his hand expressionlessly and outlined a portal: "The next location is at the Cabaret Bar."

The magician had unhappiness written all over his face, but he had no choice. Both the United States and the other side of the ocean were humane societies. They owed Keno a life, so they needed to help him work.

"Feel sorry."

"I am sorry."

Metropolis, holding a vampire's shoulder with one hand, Clark sighed and tilted his head to avoid the bite of a vampire.

"You brat, are you crazy?"

An old man with a long beard stretched out his staff, and the flames ignited the body of a vampire, causing him to whimper and fall to the ground, turning into a trail of ashes.

The old mage was panting and clutching his chest: "They are vampires, not human beings. Kill them if you must!"

"I see."

Clark was a little embarrassed, but when faced with those vampires who looked exactly like humans, he found that he really couldn't do anything.

"Okay, the last one is solved."

The old mage waved his staff and activated the magic to burn the last vampire to death, and immediately connected a space passage on the wall: "Let's go."

Metropolis, Justice League Hall.

Sitting on the golden throne, Jino looked at the man who almost bent his waist into the earth.

"You are saying that the vampire elder wants to negotiate a deal with me?"

Jino held his chin and looked at the vampire messenger who came to the Justice League hall not long ago and asked to see him with a playful expression.

"Of course, the great Mr. Keno!"

The envoy in charge of communication was obviously a sweet-talking person. With a flattering smile on his face, he said: "The vampires have no intention of becoming enemies of humans."

"The behavior of some vampires does not represent the behavior of all our vampires."

This vampire said sadly: "It's just some evil people with ulterior motives who are destroying our friendship with humans!"

This vampire kept chattering: "Our elders are kind-hearted, they even only drink animal blood to maintain their lives!"

"hehe."

Regarding this vampire's statement, Jino just smiled lightly. Anyone can say something nice, but the important thing is to see what he does.

Do some old monsters that have lived for hundreds of years really only make a living by sucking animal blood?

Is this a lie?

"Shut that mouth of yours," Jino raised his head slightly, and a great power swept through the vampire's body, causing him to groan and kneel on the ground.

"Where are those old immortal guys? Take me there."