[Zhongyingmei] Treatment is for protection!

Wei Lin raised his eyebrows and smiled, and after softening his temperament, he looked obedient and soft, which made Bruce feel weak.

Wei Lin has already sat in the Batmobile curiously. Men love cars, and the domineering and cool appearance of the Batmobile has already made his eyes glued to him. Unexpectedly, the inside is more luxurious, and the demeanor of local tyrants and tech giants blows across his face.

Seeing Wei Lin looking at the Batmobile with sparkling eyes, the corners of Bruce's mouth curled slightly.

Bruce drove the Batmobile to the Southeast Pier of Gotham according to the instructions of Barbara in the communication device in the Batsuit.

At this time, the gang leader was hiding in a warehouse on the edge of the pier in a panic.

He stood behind the goods piled up at the innermost side of the warehouse, trying to calm his breathing, but failed all the time. The pupils of his wide-open eyes were constricted, and beads of sweat oozed from the pores, and the lines of the skin on his face continued to flow. Together, they finally converged and slid down, hitting the concrete floor of the warehouse, and even the hand holding the gun was trembling.

To scare a gang leader who can get ahead in Gotham, with iron blood and tough methods, and has seen countless turbulent waves, the skills and strength of the people who tracked him can be seen.

As the boss of a gangster, except for fighting alone at the beginning, he has become accustomed to relying on the power behind him to do his best after becoming famous.

For him, the shock of his biggest bargaining chip being shattered in front of him is something that simply beating him cannot have.

Therefore, although the boss has never let go of his physical training and strengthening of his strength over the years, and his body is still in its golden age, he only wants to escape.

His psychological quality has collapsed, and the scene of that tyrannical man single-handedly killing all his subordinates has become his nightmare, making him completely devoid of the idea of ​​rivaling him.

The boss gritted his teeth and clasped his hands, trying to stop the trembling of his hands.

People in Gotham never accept their fate. Even if he knows that he can't defeat that terrifying figure, he will definitely try his best to tear off a piece of flesh from him before he dies.

Vincent wore a pitch-black mask and a red and black armor with scratches and bullet marks all over it, but there was no damage.

This equipment is a copy of Batman, and the materials he made were made by him for a long time, and finally he asked the manufacturer of Wakanda to refine it.The shield that is not as good as the original Edman metal of Captain America also has strong durability and resistance, otherwise he would not dare to single-handedly pick the entire well-equipped gangster.

He knew that the leader of the gang was inside, imagining that the man who committed all kinds of crimes was being frightened by his pursuit at this time, Vincent couldn't restrain his joy.

The evil things the other party has done made him feel that death is too cheap for the other party.

Vincent deliberately emphasized the sound of footsteps.

"Da da da……"

The crisp sound became more and more obvious in the empty and closed warehouse, and it was approaching.

The desperation in the boss's eyes became more and more intense. This is a trick he often plays. Looking at the expressions of fear and despair on those people will make him feel the pleasure of wantonly controlling other people's lives. He likes to see people begging for mercy. Down there, not even kings and presidents can do that, but he can.

It's just that he never relented because of this, but would shoot their heads off in front of him with a gun.

At this moment, the tragic scenes of those killed by him kept replaying in his mind.

The scarlet blood, the terrified and distorted expression before death, the dilated pupil after death.

Those eyes seemed to appear in front of him again, surrounded him in pairs in this dark warehouse, the pupils spreading to the entire iris without any light, like a black hole that could swallow everything, just looking at him quietly , waiting for him to be one of them.

The boss was panting heavily, already sweating profusely, his legs were shaking.

He is afraid of death, he has tasted the life of living on top of others, and enjoyed the comfortable and wanton life brought by money and power. He has long lost the courage to fight for a small bread in the beginning.

He wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, and wanted that devil-like man to forgive him, but he knew that the other party was more likely to kill him like he killed other people.

This man is no knight of justice like Batman, just a violent enforcer from the deep.

The sound of footsteps seemed to hit the leader's heart, and the beating heart seemed to burst open his chest.

The leader felt that before the other party could make a move, he would be scared to death.

There was a gloomy flash in his eyes, and the leader judged the punisher's position based on the footsteps of the punisher, and the gun in his hand kept firing bullets.

In the beginning, because I failed to aim, I missed the hit, and the ones behind were easily blocked or dodged by the armor.

There was no hope left for him.

The boss smiled miserably.

"You...you can't kill me."

Then he inserted the dagger into his chest, but he was still afraid of death, so he didn't directly insert it into the heart, but he couldn't live long in this position.

This kind of slow death is the most desperate and painful. He knows it best, but his hand still subconsciously avoids the heart. Now, he no longer has the strength and courage to do it again.

Vincent looked at the leader's miserable appearance. He put down the gun in his hand, and his eyes under the black mask did not make any waves.

There is one less villain in the world, and the chances of survival for others have increased, that's all.

"Oh!"

The window for ventilation was opened, and a knight in a black battle suit jumped in.

The moonlight poured down from the window, pouring in the bright silver brilliance without discrimination, and shining on the leader's body.

The leader looked at Batman falling from the sky, his eyes widened, but there was deeper despair in the depths.

Batman is here, and Batman is not allowed to kill people. If he can hold on for a while longer, even if he will be beaten and disabled, at least he is still alive, and maybe he can escape here while he is fighting with the punisher.

He also has property in cities other than Gotham, he could have changed his identity, and even continued to live a chic and happy life...

But it's all talk -- because he's going to die.

The leader's corpse twitched twice, his eyes opened unwillingly, but his chest stopped heaving.

Batman and Vincent face off, with the leader's body between them.

Batman fixed his eyes on the person opposite, squatted down and put his finger on the leader's carotid artery.

When he stood up again, those steel-blue eyes were already shattered with ice.

There was complexity in Vincent's eyes, but it was completely blocked by the mask on his face.

"Don't they deserve to die? Why not kill them."

Vincent, who originally wanted to avoid Batman's departure, looked at Bruce's cold eyes, and suddenly a surge of anger arose, and he questioned.

"Those who stare into the abyss are often stared into by the abyss, and those who are in hell often don't know it. When killing people becomes an easy task, there is nothing that cannot be done."

Bruce could hear the young voice when he heard the person on the other side change deliberately. He paused when he was going to directly subdue the other person, and finally said in a depressing voice.

"... So what if you fall into hell? Without these villains, there will be fewer other victims. I think it's worth it."

Vincent pursed his lips and looked at Batman stubbornly.

If Batman could see his eyes, he could find familiar colors in them, but the Punisher's mask is only visible in one direction.

All Batman saw was the stubbornness of the young Punisher in front of him.

Batman didn't say any more, but stepped forward to fight with the Punisher.

There was no response to his own words, and Vincent felt hostile and angry again.

He gritted his teeth and met Batman's black gloved hand.

He was young and energetic, but Batman was already at his peak, and after being treated by Wei Lin, he recovered together with his previous hidden injuries.

Vincent found himself no match for Batman even in the suit.

If this continues, he will be arrested.

Jason realized that the anger that accompanied him after his rebirth also weakened slightly at this time.

If Bruce can't know that the punisher is Vincent, Bruce will be very sad and disappointed with him, he doesn't want to do this.

He fought back hard and wanted to leave, but the young hunter was still no match for the experienced elder.

He was entangled and retreated steadily, but he couldn't escape.

Vincent was suddenly in a trance, something spread in his brain, hindering his thoughts, the Batman in front of him somehow turned into the girl he saved when he killed the first time, the girl watched in horror he.

There were footsteps.

"Vincent..."

Vincent turned his head and saw Bruce's shocked gaze, which then turned into disgust.

Batman attacked him, as he usually did when facing other criminals, without hurting his vitals, but fiercely...as if he wasn't worried that he would be crippled at all, or that the other party didn't care about it anymore...

Vincent wanted to avoid it, but he couldn't. Looking at Bruce's cold eyes full of disgust, what hurt more than his body was his heart.

That feeling of ashes.

"You are already dead, so you shouldn't live in this world anymore, it's just disgusting."

A voice mixed with strong disgust and indifference sounded.

Vincent suddenly had a strong killing intent in his heart, but it was obviously impossible for him to have a killing intent towards Bruce, he was sure.

At this moment, he made it clear that something was wrong with him, as if there was indeed another person in his body.

Thinking about Bruce's words, Vincent thought it made sense. Vincent was dead, who knew who woke up?If it was him in the past, he would definitely not be so full of murderous thoughts, he admired Batman so much, and he also expected to be Robin that way.

So, just die like this.

Vincent raised the gun and pointed it at himself as he had done before, only this time, he would pull the trigger.

"Vincent... Vincent!"

Someone was calling him, the voice was full of regret and mourning.

Is it Bruce...or is it brother?

Vincent's mind, which seemed to be stuck in a dark quagmire, realized this, and he tried hard to distinguish. As his hope for life was ignited, and the residual green energy deep in his body spread, he suddenly woke up.

Obviously the eyes have never been closed, but it seems that they have just been opened, and Batman is still in front of them.

But at this time the other party was stretching forward with half-bent arms, fingers spread out, as if hugging someone.

The body that has always been strong and seems to be fearless and invincible is bent, and the whole body is full of sadness. At this time, Batman is so fragile that Vincent has never seen before.

The one-way mask turned slightly, and he saw that at the window where Bruce came in, a person wearing a straw-like hood was sitting there, humming a song, and recording something with a pen in his hand.

Vincent's eyes were filled with ice, he was a scarecrow.

He knew why he and Bruce became what they are now.

At this time, his mind was sober as never before, and the rage and killing desire like a maggot seemed to have cooled down, but Vincent was also so clearly aware that even without the interference of this inexplicable emotion, he still wanted to kill these people. people.

These people who obviously made a big mistake, but have not been punished accordingly.

Seeing Batman's painful look, Vincent made up his mind, quickly raised his hands, pointed the two guns in his hands at the Scarecrow's vitals, and then shot at different vitals at the same time without any hesitation...