[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

In Gotham, you never know which bullets engraved with your name, those sharp knives that reflect your silhouette, or the noose that tightens your windpipe... which one will come first.

When Dick Grayson was the first generation of Robin and followed Batman to fight, he thought he knew this truth very well.

But until now, the young Nightwing had a deeper understanding of the horror of disorder and chaos.

More than anyone else, he was the first superhero to notice that something was wrong in Gotham and come back in time to help.

After all, the entire Bat family left only an old father and an underage brother after he left, and there is no one who is reassuring except Alfred.Dick believes that even if he has his own life in another city, things in Gotham should not be left behind.

In the darkness, Dick flexibly rolled back along the ground to avoid the falling machete. He felt the beads of sweat from his forehead being thrown out and splashed on the cabin wall on the right side.

Unfortunately, he is now stranded on a cargo ship at a pier in Adams Port, east of the municipality.This area has always been the sphere of influence of Scarface and Two-Face. The two sides often launch gang/gang wars for the docks and smuggling goods. It belongs to the area that Batman focuses on monitoring.

"Boy," the muscular bald man sneered. Taking advantage of the dark environment, he pulled out a Glo/G pistol/gun from the holster on his waist, narrowed his eyes, "You have been Surrounded, put down your arms maybe I might consider throwing you overboard to feed the fish instead of driving a few blood holes in your pretty head."

Dick got up neatly from the ground, turned the short stick in his hand, and smiled softly, "Don't lie to me, shoot in this kind of place, unless you don't want to live anymore."

The narrow bottom cabin is surrounded by smooth and hard metal walls.

If the bullet did not penetrate the wall, it would scatter around in the cabin when it bounced back. If it did, the ship would likely malfunction, leak or even explode.

Guessing the opponent's fear of shooting, Dick has full confidence to go deep into the opponent's lair alone, trying to rescue the children and women who were trafficked on the ship.

Dick didn't talk nonsense with the other party, but took the initiative to fight.

His top physical skills and excellent physical fitness allow him to perform freely in a small space.

The gun in the bald man's hand was knocked away by the short stick that Ye Yi swung, and it landed at his feet with a bang.Afterwards, Dick raised his hand slightly, using his palm as a blade, and a swift palm wind passed behind the bald head's head, and the opponent was stunned and fell down in response.

But just as Dick turned sideways, trying to avoid the bald head that fell backwards, he was suddenly hugged by another red-haired punk.

The man slammed him against the wall like crazy.

Flesh and metal collided, and the sharp pain was transmitted along the nerves to the brain. Dick couldn't help but gritted his teeth and stared at him.

But many years of training have already developed muscle memory. Before he himself could react, his body had already moved. An elbow landed on the opponent's waist, and then he squatted down and overturned the little bastard on the ground. land.

Seeing this, nearly twenty people crowded in the cabin, and Dick was completely overwhelmed by the messy fists and knife points stabbed out from nowhere.

After a full 10 minutes, in the midst of groans and cries of pain, the cabin of more than [-] square meters was piled up with people, lying full of disabled people, Dick shook his almost imperceptible arm, Standing up against the wall.

He took out his mobile phone in his tight combat uniform, and saw that it had been split in two.He took out the miniature communication headset hanging on his ear, and found that it was destroyed at some point.

It was worse.

Dick straightened his body, stretched out his legs, stepped over the fallen person from above, and walked to the door of the storage room.

Just a second before the door was slammed shut by him, Dick keenly heard the sound of the gun/safety being pulled, and he subconsciously rolled to the side.

It was the red-haired punk who went mad first.

Dick was hit in the upper arm, with a penetrating wound, but the condition was not particularly serious.He looked back, regretting that he hadn't collected all the guns from these people.

Surprisingly, the red-haired gangster didn't seem to be shooting at Ye Yi, he held a gun, cursed loudly and vaguely, and shot at random with red eyes.

The accomplices on the ground, the overhead lights that were not turned on, and even the chairs that had been beaten to pieces in the scuffle all suffered.

In the end, under Ye Yi's stunned gaze, the red-haired punk was hit in the chest by a stray bullet bouncing off the wall, and fell to the ground without a sound.

Dick scratched his head: "???"

Although the situation in front of him was absurd, Dick really didn't have time to think about it, so he gritted his teeth and treated the wound briefly. After putting on the quick hemostatic tape produced in the Batcave, he dragged his heavy steps to the cabin further below.

Since the entire ship had been cleaned up, he was not stopped before arriving at his destination.

Came here today by accident, he was supposed to go back to the Batcave, but as he was riding his motorcycle across the Robert Kane Memorial Bridge, he happened to see a familiar figure - a man he knew when he was Robin A middle-level cadre of a gang/gang who was imprisoned for human trafficking.

When Dick passed him, he was talking on the phone, and a few words popped out of his mouth-Adams Port, children, cash...

So Dick made a decisive decision, turned the car around, followed him to the wharf at Adams Port, boarded the ship, and found that his intuition was right.

Standing at the entrance of the cabin on the ground floor, through a door, Dick had already heard the crying of the child inside.

As an orphan who lost his parents at an early age, Dick knew all too well what would happen to these children when they were trafficked into Gotham.

Pretty and healthy kids would be picked first, dressed up and sold to some kind of perverted rich guy for some sort of service.The rest of the children will be recruited into the local gang/gang, and after surviving cruel abuse, they will be tamed and used to sell/drug or steal.

As for those who were weak and sick, most of them were abandoned on the street, and died quietly before they were discovered by the Children's Rescue Center.

Dick sank into some low mood, and he opened the door.

The situation inside was exactly as he expected, full of women and children.

And if you look carefully, those "women" are only seventeen or eighteen years old, just big children.

The door was opened, and the originally noisy crying quieted down in an instant. The poor children inside closed their mouths tightly, opened their eyes, and looked at the person in front of them in horror.

Dick stuck the short stick behind his waist, raised his hands, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to save you, come with me, okay?"

No one answered him.

Dick walked in as quietly as possible.

He looked around, bent down and picked up a little boy who had a fever and fell into a semi-comatose state, touched his forehead, and said again: "Come with me? I will send you to the relief center, and then There will be staff to help you find your parents."

Still no one answered him.

It's just that a girl who looked calmer stood up and walked towards him.The girl is only thirteen or fourteen years old, has bright blonde hair, is thin and thin, and looks distressed.

Dick held the little boy in his arms with one arm, and held out his hand to her with a smile.

The girl held Dick's hand and threw herself into his arms, a suppressed cry came out.

Dick wanted to pat her on the shoulder to comfort her, but his hands were tightly clenched, so he could only promise, "It's okay, you are all safe now—"

Before he finished speaking, a slight stabbing pain suddenly came from his heart.

A small pair of scissors was tied into Ye Yi's chest.The scissors were not sharp, but the size of the girl's palm, it looked like something used in a handicraft class, but now it pierced the skin, and the blood overflowed like a series of beads.

The girl pulled out the scissors abruptly, let go of Dick's hand, and slowly stepped back, while the children who came towards Dick covered her thin figure.

Dick suffered the most absurd siege of his life.

An attack that he didn't dare to fight back, and couldn't bear to fight back.

He could only hold the sleeping boy in his arms, and fled out of the cabin in a panic.

Fortunately, those children's physical strength was very weak, and they didn't know how long they had been hungry, so they couldn't catch up with him.Dick jumped off the deck and swam ashore from the pier with the baby in his arms.

"WOW," a very surprised voice sounded from behind, "brother, what happened?"

Dick turned his head and saw a handsome man leaning on a red classic car, holding an umbrella in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Amidst the smog, Dick saw the opponent's iron-gray eyes rolling slightly. Those eyes were like two glass balls, radiating coldness.

"I'm fine," Dick smiled at the other party, and then wiped the water on the face of the unconscious boy, "Thank you for your concern, but can I borrow your mobile phone to call the police?"

On a rainy day, Dick felt that there was a very small chance that he was just looking at the scenery at the cargo terminal controlled by the gang, but now there was really nothing he could do. There was something obviously wrong with the children on that ship, and he couldn't let it go.

The man just smiled, took out his cell phone from his pocket, and threw it in front of Dick.

Dick called the Gotham Police Department and reported the situation and location.

While he was on the phone, the man with iron gray eyes was still smoking in front of the car. He lightly puffed out a few smoke rings, and looked meaningfully at Dick and the boy in his arms.

After Dick finished calling the police and returned the phone to him, the man also finished smoking a cigarette and casually threw the cigarette butt into the puddle.He opened the door, started the engine, and left without a word, the wheels rolling through the puddles and spraying Dick all over.

And Dick just stood on the shore, waiting for the arrival of the police.

Because he didn't trust the other party, Dick didn't use his mobile phone to contact the Batcave, but he believed that with this call to the police, Alfred should be able to find his trace soon.

Swimming in the water after the injury caused a lot of blood loss. Dick waited in the rain on the Gotham pier in the evening, feeling his brain gradually dizzy, and even a little unable to stand up.

He had to sit on the ground, his head was biting, and his eyelids were fighting.

Between half asleep and half awake, he almost lost consciousness, just holding the child in his arms tightly.

Time also seemed to pass quickly. In his perception, after a minute or two, other people seemed to be around.

Dick forced himself to open his eyes, and saw a man in a white robe and a pair of pointed ears standing in front of him, frowning tightly.

"Let go of that kid, Nightwing."

Dick didn't understand what the other person was saying.

"Let him go," Cyril pointed the tip of his wand at the young Nightwing, "I don't think you like being a sheep either."

Dick still didn't understand what the other party was saying, he just lowered his head to see if the boy was okay, but was surprised to find that his right hand was actually tightly choking the boy's neck!

There were blue bruises on the child's slender neck, one by one, exactly the thickness of Dick's fingers, shocking on the white and delicate skin.

All the blood in Dick's body rushed to his brain, and he couldn't believe what terrible thing he had done.

He let go of the child in his arms suddenly, and then turned into a stone sculpture in the drizzle of spring.

Cyril squatted down to check the child's condition.

It took a full minute for Dick to realize what had happened, as if awakened from a nightmare, he asked cautiously, "Is he okay?"

"He is dead."

Cyril's calm voice was like a demon crawling out of hell.

Dick's breathing gradually became heavier, and tears flowed quietly from his eyes hidden under the mask.

And Xi Ruier hugged the child expressionlessly, "Don't cry. If you look carefully, you will know that the mark on the child's neck is very light, and you have almost cut off his neck. Such marks can only be made when the blood is no longer flowing after his death."

Dick didn't speak, he was still crying.

Cyril: "...I'm serious, don't cry, I'll resurrect him right now."

The elf sighed softly, pulled out a soul stone from the backpack, and placed it gently on the child. At the same time, he opened the system panel and began to search for his soul body floating outside.