American comic Gotham, the sheriff of Arkham

Catwoman shuttled through the darkness, but she found that Batman did not catch up with her, at least the silence around her was not fake.

However, this made Catwoman even more alert, and she quickly picked up the clothes she had snatched from a window while escaping.

Jeans and a white shirt. Selena tore off her torn black skirt and threw it in the corner. She changed her clothes as she walked forward, and her feet were all worn out.

With a clang, something ran across the wall. Selina quickly covered her chest with her hands and looked up at the top of the wall.

A stray cat ran across it.

Selina breathed a sigh of relief. She was indeed a little frightened.

Wearing a white shirt and tying the hem of the shirt in front, Selena with her hot body looks like a sexy hottie on the street.

However, this outfit was of no use in keeping out the cold on the streets of Gotham in winter, and Selina didn't realize this because of the tension she felt while running just now.

When a gust of cold wind blew, Selina shivered while hugging her arms, exhaled a breath of white air, and hurriedly walked towards the light outside. She just wanted a glass of strong liquor.

To warm herself up and comfort her from the restlessness of the night, it would be best if there was a burning fireplace.

If possible, it would be nice to have another handsome man with a strong chest to lean on...

A man's face appeared in Selina's mind. He was indeed handsome and cool...

"Asshole! I'd rather go find a duck than think about him!" Selena stomped her feet like she was furious, and frowned in pain. Running barefoot was not a good thing.

"Damn it!" Selina walked forward indignantly with tears in her eyes. It was all because of that damn bat!

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Batman, who was chasing a transport truck in the intersection tunnel of Fifth Avenue, suddenly felt a sense of resentment.

But he was immediately swept out of his mind by Batman. He didn't have much time to think about other things because he was about to face vicious gangsters.

There was no time to chase a thieving catwoman, or to investigate whether Falcone's daughter was suspected of a crime. However, if there was time, he would do it, but not tonight.

He arrived a little late; the munitions had already been unloaded from the ocean-going transport ship, there were three containers, and he was following one of them.

Batman looked at the location point on the Gotham map and started to accelerate the engine. The Batmobile roared and rushed forward.

On the transport trailer in front, the driver was laughing with the people escorting the truck, and the safety of the submachine gun in his arms was turned off.

Originally they were worried about whether something unexpected would happen.

After all, there was a nosy guy who was hindering them, and as a result... tonight went exceptionally smoothly, which was really great.

“After I get back, I’m going to go to Kiffel Park for some fun. This mission has kept me from sleeping well for several days.

The driver, wearing sunglasses, held a hand-rolled hemp leaf cigarette in his mouth. He exhaled a puff of smoke and a strange smile appeared on his face.

The passenger seat and the guards sitting in the back looked at each other and started laughing when they heard the name of Kiffel Park.

That place is a pimp's department store. It has everything except women and cigarettes, and it's very high.

"Wait, what is that?" The person in the passenger seat saw in the rearview mirror a strangely shaped car chasing after him from behind.

The driver turned his head to look at the rearview mirror. After hearing this, the others quickly leaned out of the car window. The Batmobile was also accelerating closer.

Those people noticed the words on the Batmobile and laughed strangely:

"Is that Batman's car? What happened? Hahahaha...haha...ha...shit, Batman is here!"

They could laugh, but now they couldn't laugh anymore. The heads that had originally popped out of the car windows all retracted back, and when they came out again, there was the sound of gunfire.

"What the hell is this bat? Die!!!"

A big black man, wearing a white mask on his face, like a bank robber, holding an RPK light machine gun in his arms.

He leaned out of the car window and held the trigger tightly, the sound of gunfire was covered up by the accelerating trailer.

The continuously fired bullets lashed the Batmobile like a metal whip. The sturdy outer armor was enough to withstand the baptism of 7.62 mm.

Even if it was hit head-on by a rocket, the sturdy Batmobile was not afraid. Batman gripped the steering wheel and activated the attack mode on the Batmobile.

A specially made vehicle-mounted machine gun protruded from the front of the Batmobile, fully loaded with bullets.

Batman locked onto the tire of the trailer in front and continued to accelerate while pulling the trigger. The Batmobile rushed over from the right side of the trailer under the fire coverage of the light machine gun.

Chug tug tug tug…

The machine gun on the Batmobile also demonstrated its power, and the rapidly rotating tires of the trailer were directly torn apart by bullets.

It was like being bitten by an invisible monster. The double-row tires on the right side of the trailer all burst, the container fixed on it tilted to one side, and the entire back half of the trailer was dragged on the ground, with sparks flying from the friction.

The Batmobile accelerated and rushed forward, hitting the front of the trailer heavily. The driver pulled the steering wheel desperately, but could not control the trailer that was about to overturn. Everyone shouted in despair.

The roof of the Batmobile next to it slid open.

Batman jumped out and threw a black bat package in his hand into the car window.

With a loud bang, a black airbag inflated rapidly, filling the windshield in an instant, and the people in the car were also swallowed by the airbag.

Then with a loud bang, the trailer overturned, the containers were thrown out, the windshield was smashed, and Batman turned off the current on his cloak, and it turned into a gliding cloak like wings.

It turned into soft cloth. Batman fell to one knee, looked at the overturned trailer, walked to the cab, reached out to open the door, and the blade of the arm armor on his wrist swept across.

With a bang, the inflated airbag exploded.

The people in the car had already fainted. In order to deploy quickly, this airbag is charged with explosives inside and stuffed with some steel balls outside, which is no less effective than an anti-personnel mine.

Batman grabbed a man and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a pink motorcycle tattoo with a crying skull logo on it.

Confession Cartel, you got the right person.

Batman reached out and lifted the man's eyelids, looking into his pupils. He wanted to ask him questions but it was too late, as he didn't have time to wait for him to wake up.

Throwing the man aside, Batman pulled out a spray can of explosives, marked the container, and attached a tracker.

He used a voice changer to call Gordon and call the police. Someone should come to clean up the mess. Besides, Batman also wanted to know where these weapons ended up.

He never thought that Gotham would be safe once these gangsters were dealt with. Crime always existed... not just here.