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

[-]:[-] West District time.

Gotham City, which had been noisy all day, suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Except for those ordinary people who are hiding at home and are uneasy, whether it is thugs walking on the street with weapons and trying to kill indiscriminately, or lunatics racing outside in groups, they are all imprisoned by a mysterious force.They were horrified to find that their bodies no longer obeyed the commands of their brains, and they had to stop the atrocities in their hands.

Someone tremblingly opened the door of the house and went outside to check the situation, only to find that all the street lights outside were extinguished, and the brightly lit buildings in the commercial street in the distance also lost their light, and the whole city seemed to be in a state of death.

Until 5 minutes later, the LED screens on all high-rise buildings suddenly light up at the same time, and the signal is connected to Gotham TV.

As the cables and fiber optics were also partially damaged in the war-induced fight, the screen began to mobilize in disordered patches of snowflakes, and there was another hissing noise.

But in this faint voice, the whole city is still quiet.

Especially for those who have lost their body control, it is so quiet that even their own breathing and heartbeat can be heard clearly.

After a long and short 1-minute debugging time, a figure, a black figure, slowly emerged on those screens.

"Hi everyone, this is Gotham Television's on-site reporter. After a series of chaos, we finally interviewed Batman at Arkham Asylum."

The reporter's voice-over sounded in Gotham at the same time. In the violence and fear spreading wantonly in the city, this way of appearing on the scene seemed a bit absurd.

The camera didn't move, focusing on Batman.

The black armor on his body has been obviously damaged. Even the specially developed polyamide fiber material cannot withstand the continuous attacks of those lunatics, and blood is flowing from his upper arms, lower legs and shoulders.

This man stood like this at the gate of Arkham Asylum, with a straight back and a tough posture, and the moon that was covered by the cloud with only one corner showing was shining on him.

Arkham was still exchanging fire behind him, and Nightwing was driving the Batmobile, firing while fleeing, the bullets hit the concrete floor behind him, gravel and sparks flew everywhere.

From time to time, there was the sound of the madman laughing.

The reporter involuntarily looked at the scene inside, couldn't help swallowing, and said again according to the script given to him by the BAU team: "As the 'Dark Knight' who has been guarding Gotham, what do you think about the current situation? Did you say that?"

Seeing the microphone stretched out in front of him, Batman didn't look sideways. The eyes with white light on the mask seemed to be able to isolate all normal people's emotions, making him look powerful and terrifying.

"I have nothing to say." The throat device transformed his voice into a low, indifferent and calm voice, and the corner of his exposed mouth even evoked a mocking arc, "The situation is under control."

The reporter was standing next to the camera, his back felt a little chilled by Batman's stare, his hands were shaking slightly, but he still passed the microphone closer, and continued to ask: "Have you found the culprit of all these incidents yet?" ?”

The sneer at the corner of Batman's mouth deepened: "No need, your fear comes from his bravado, and his true face is just a coward hiding among 800 million Gotham citizens. I suggest that the Gotham Police Department All power is transferred to Arkham, this is the right thing to do."

"That, that suddenly lost control of ordinary citizens and hurt people—"

Before the reporter finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by Batman.

"As I said, the situation is under control. You reporters should really see the world with your own eyes."

So majestic.

It is simply the favorite flashpoint of the media that has always discredited Batman-a mysterious, rich, powerful tyrant who rules Gotham in the dark.

In the camera, Batman stretched out his blood-stained fingers, gently pushed away the microphone in front of him, and walked away, leaving only a black cloak flying in the air and hunting in his sight.

But the reporter wanted to ask something more, so he trotted all the way to catch up, chattering endlessly: "The whole city fell into a state of silence just now, and all the firefights stopped suddenly. Did you take any measures? Patients in Arkham Asylum violently hijacked medical staff How long will it take for the riots to subside?"

Batman didn't look back, he just raised his hand and threw a black bat dart backward.

The cold moonlight is like water, skimming the edge of the hidden weapon.

The bat dart flew past the reporter's ear, and stuck it straight into the camera.The screen cracked in all directions like a spider web, and the light and shadow flickered intermittently for a while, and then went out entirely.

All Gotham citizens watching the real-time broadcast were in an uproar.

Too embarrassing!

"Then you can wait here and wait for the War Knight to throw himself into the trap," BAU leader Alan Hodge, who watched the Gotham TV interview in real time, said through the headset. "He is doing very well."

Cyril applauded: "It's more than good, if I were a war knight, I would kill him too."

Alfred: "In the future, all Gotham TV stations will take this paragraph out and chew their tongues over and over again."

Cyril took pleasure in bitterness: "Isn't this cool."

Alfred shrugged his shoulders, ignored him, and asked Hodge directly: "How long do you predict it will take for that war knight to arrive in Arkham?"

Hodge: "We can't say exactly when, but as long as he sees the interview just now, he won't take action. Batman has successfully angered him."

The three people who planned the operation secretly were in three directions at this time.

Alfred is still sitting in the Batcave for operational support.

Hodge and his BAU team were far away at FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia.

And Cyril has brought Casidio and a team of the most elite "Bright" agents to ambush at the gate of Arkham Asylum.

"Charles, how long can you last?" The only thing that worried him was the condition of that Professor X at the moment.

Charles sat motionless in the wheelchair, with his eyes closed tightly, his soft brown hair was wet with sweat, sticking strands to his smooth forehead.

Although his legs were temporarily healed by Cyril's magic potion, the high-intensity use of mutant abilities like this brought a great physical burden. At this time, his legs were so weak that he could no longer stand up.

After all, it was he who was using his will to suppress the riots throughout Gotham.

Although in the interview just now, the reporter with the script implied that Batman was in control of the situation, but this was only to make the war knight pour all his anger on Batman.

After hearing Cyril's voice, Charles didn't speak, but said in the elf's head with his brainwaves: "Don't worry, I can still persist, at least until the War Knight shows up."

Cyril: "Okay."

The elf stood quietly in the bushes outside Arkham, listening to the wind rustle through the newly sprouted branches in spring and summer.There were raindrops falling on top of his head, but there was no sound.

Standing here with him and keeping silent is Kuaiyin.

As an extremely useful tool man, his task this time is to snatch the ring from the War Knight's hand the moment he appears.

Pietro squatted on the ground, teasing the grass in the green belt with his fingertips in boredom. Twenty minutes had passed, and he had lost his patience in waiting. say something.

The elf raised his index finger to the corner of his lips and hissed silently towards Pietro.

Pietro pouted.

The confrontation in Arkham has lasted for more than two hours.

These lunatics are very excited to fight Batman, and Batman is wary of the hostages they hold hostage, which makes the situation here difficult to end.

Someone has to step up and break the stalemate.

Three and 10 minutes after Gotham TV aired the Batman interview, a red vintage car sped down the Schwarz detour leading to Arkham.

The engine hummed, and the wheels rolled over the asphalt road, leaving two distant car marks, indicating the direction of the person coming.

"The target has entered the ambush area."

Alfre, who was sitting next to the console in the Batcave, stared at the screen without blinking, and at the same time pressed the operation button with his fingertips to change the viewing angle of the monitor.

He took a picture of the driver of the vehicle, and after system scanning and analysis, he confirmed that it was the War Knight.

And Cyril, Quicksilver and Batman, who received his news, are already in full swing.

This time the ambush plan must succeed.

The elf's ears trembled, listening to the sound of speeding vehicles from far to near, until the front wheels of the red Mustang howled and rolled over the road sensor.

"The action begins." Alfred said.

A transparent steel wire quickly rose from the ground, and the two ends of the steel wire were hung on the trees at both ends of the road. The tree giants spawned by Cyril held it tightly in their hands, and did not let go for a moment.

Two seconds later, the front hood of the classic red car hit the steel wire, making a sharp and piercing metal friction sound.

The speed of 120 kilometers per hour brought a strong acceleration, and the grown wrists of the treants were split open, and the cracks opened along the tree skin, and the roots buried in the ground were also trembling.

And that car was overturned alive and flew into the air!

Kuaiyin, who had been gearing up for a long time, was already in the starting position.

The vehicle turned somersault in the air, and then slammed into the ground, producing a series of explosions, sparks that were exceptionally bright in the dark night.

At the same time, a faint spiritual energy spread rapidly.

Cyril bit the tip of his tongue hard, feeling an almost uncontrollable impulse rising in his heart, making him want to smash something, making him yearn for blood and death.

He turned his head to look at Kuaiyin, and found that the child's eyes had completely changed.

No need to be reminded, everyone present knows that the War Knight is here, arriving with the tyranny, bloodthirsty and madness he represents.

Riel watched as his hand stretched out, and uncontrollably made a few magic marks in the air, and sharp ice edges rose from the ground, piercing in the direction of Kuaiyin.

At the same time, Cyril could feel that Pietro's hand had tightly squeezed his neck.

"Charles..." Cyril exhausted her last bit of reason and called Charles' name.

Charles also felt it, and he managed to spare a little bit of energy, brain-controlling Kuaiyin to let go, successfully avoiding Cyril Binglen's attack, and rushed to the road outside.