Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

No amount of research is as good as an actual experience.

Really being in it, and feeling the oppressive and cold fear directly, Vera finally understood why Gotham people were so afraid of Batman.

...He is simply a dark ghost wandering around at night.

No one knew exactly when this man stood there. By the time everyone reacted, the few people who stood guard at the farthest distance had already been brought down.

And when Bob fell to the ground with howls, he suddenly disappeared without leaving even a shadow, making one almost suspect that what he saw just now was just an illusion.

But in the next second, the two men standing behind Vera fell to the ground at the same time, life or death unknown.

In the dim factory building, it is empty, dilapidated and quiet.

In the area beyond the reach of the incandescent lamp above Vera's head, the abandoned machines were staggering. Under the moonlight, there were ghosts with fangs and claws everywhere, as if they would suddenly burst out and pounce on everyone in the next second.

Bob's screams and cries of pain, and the muffled sound of the two men falling to the ground behind Vera intensified this fear.

No one knows where the man is, and no one knows whose head the next death knell will ring—this kind of oppression and anxiety of knowing that he will die but not knowing when it will be his turn is simply overwhelming. They're crazy.

"It's Batman!"

"Damn it! That freak has appeared again!"

"Where is he? I missed him, he's gone!"

The bang bang gunshots brought a series of echoes, and the guys with guns yelled and bluffed in fright, the cold sweat on the back came out layer by layer, the heartbeat was like a drum, and the gasping sound was almost louder than the gunshots .

But no matter how much they roared and how much they struggled, the number of people who could move around in the factory was still gradually decreasing with the naked eye.

One second before, the dark shadow passed over the top floor without a sound, and the person in charge of the investigation disappeared; the next second, there was a faint sound of breaking through the air, and the one downstairs screamed the loudest and fell to his knees.

Vera could see clearly that the person closest to the felled guy jumped up in fright, trembling all over, and was about to cry and surrender before seeing Batman.

...it's like a cat playing with its prey.

That man hid in the dark just like that, controlling everyone in the entire factory, making them scream and trembling with fear, shrouded in the shadow of death all the time, and being frightened by the ghosts around him to collapse their spirits —Let them have a deep-seated fear of the name "Batman".

Vera watched the people in front of her fall down one by one with cold eyes, and the remaining people became more emotional and narrowed their eyes.

……I see.

This is why Batman never cared about his reputation and never went out to clarify.

It's not that he doesn't care about his reputation, and it's not that he doesn't know the scapegoat he has borne in the past few years... He just did it on purpose.

This man is using fear to scare Gotham.

"—a bunch of idiots! Get this woman and that little brat!"

Bob finally woke up from the pain and yelled angrily.

But it was too late at this time - when he spoke, the team of more than a dozen people, apart from him, there were only three guys who were so frightened that they couldn't even stand up:

"But Batman, that freak is looking at us - God! He's a monster! He's definitely not human!"

"...a bunch of trash!"

Bob gritted his teeth. In the desperate situation, he rushed towards Vera without hesitation, trying to use Vera as a shield:

Batman must have come to save this woman, and if she was caught—

Just when Bob charged towards Vera with a ferocious face, and the uninjured hand was about to grab her, Vera didn't respond.

She didn't even move, she sat there with her back straight, as graceful as at a banquet, looking at Bob like a clown.

She hooked her lips.

In the next moment, a powerful force struck across the air, and with a crisp "click", Bob's hand stretching towards Vera was snapped off.

A pitch-black cloak swirled from behind Vera, and a familiar figure stood in front of her. A second before Bob screamed, the man grabbed Bob's neck with a lightning-like hand. , and lifted Bob into the air.

Bob, who was almost 1.8 meters tall and could have slapped Vera almost fainted with a single slap before, was just a poultry waiting to be slaughtered under the hands of the night knight.

Under the severe pain and lack of oxygen, Bob's legs kicked a few times in vain, and when he opened his eyes, he saw those gloomy, cold eyes without human emotion.

Is it Batman?

...No, it's the devil.

The three guys who had been terrified by the fellows who fell down one after another almost screamed and threw away their weapons and fled. Batman ignored him. He raised his kick and kicked Bob in the stomach. While still in the air, Bob was punched several times in succession until Bob flew across the air and fell into the ruins before he passed out, his face was covered in blood, and even the bridge of his nose was broken.

In the quiet workshop, a strong smell of blood suddenly flooded.

In just ten minutes, Batman, who wiped out a well-trained team one by one, finally appeared from the darkness.

Vera tilted her head.

This time, there were neither those terrifying monsters nor any sudden shock waves. With the gentle moonlight, she was finally able to observe this man up close.

The first impression was the pointed cat ears... no, it was the eerie, cold and heavy armor.

The strong and firm helmet tightly wraps the man's entire head and neck, and the heavy and complicated armor protects the man's chest and back. With the addition of a thick cloak, at first glance, it looks like a horror legend. demon knight.

The cloak hung down, covering his whole body. At a glance, the tall man looked like a huge coffin.

As for the only exposed jaw, those pale thin lips were tightly pressed together, seeming very unhappy.

And the second impression... no impression.

Batman beat Bob half to death and walked towards Vera.

Maybe he noticed that Vera was looking at him restlessly?

The other party couldn't help lowering his head and gave Vera a warning look, fierce.

...Oh, his displeasure turned out not to be aimed at Bob, but at her.

Vera blinked, and looked away as if nothing had happened.

Well, the eyes are very pure blue.

Obviously, although Vera has cleared the man of this murder, for the people of Gotham, Batman is still the devil in the dark night.

At least at this moment, when he saw Batman walking towards Vera, the little wolf cub who was still hanging on the chain became anxious: "Hey! We are not with them——what else do you want to do? Hey! Stay away Her! What the hell are you trying to do??!"

Halfway through the boy's words, Vera, who was half lying on the ground, felt a black shadow pass before her eyes, and she was lifted up.

After a month, she fell into that familiar but cold embrace again.

It's just that this time, the other party didn't let her head hit the armor hard like the previous time.

... He went too far.

The big hand with metal claws firmly held her waist, lifted it easily, and directly pressed Vera against the wall roughly, with one hand resting on her ear.

Vera frowned and raised her head, just in time to see the man leaning down with a gloomy face.

Under the backlight, his entire face was blurred, only those blue eyes hidden in the darkness were exceptionally clear, shining with a cold light.

The strong smell of blood enveloped Vera, and the other party unceremoniously invaded her domain, approaching her face aggressively.

"You shouldn't be here, ma'am."

The other party said coldly, the hoarse and deep voice slowly penetrated into Vera's ears, indifferent and rigid.

"Now—tell me what exactly you want to do?"

Any normal person who was first kidnapped, then almost lost his body, immediately experienced a cold massacre, and finally, was interrogated so harshly by the already terrifying Gotham Shadow, would feel broken and wronged.

If the original purpose was to help this person, he would probably be even more sad and sad. Under fear and oppression, he might say everything.

However, it was Vera who was restrained at this moment.

She looked at the eerie, ghostly, fierce and serious Batman as if she were looking at a paper tiger.

Obviously all the vital points of her body are in the hands of Batman, instead of being afraid, she raised her head and let Batman hold her fragile neck, saying meaningfully:

"...You really are clear about this matter."

Long ago when Batman arrived in time, she had vaguely guessed, until he said this to herself now, Vera was finally able to confirm:

Sure enough, this man knew from the beginning that Ke Lun used him as a scapegoat and slandered him as a murderer.

Combined with his violent beating of these gangsters, especially Bob, and the messy clues before, Vera only needs to integrate a little bit to roughly guess the truth.

Like her, he had been paying attention to this murder case early on and had been investigating it in the dark. It wasn't that he didn't know that he was notorious, he just didn't care.

She focuses on Collen's slander against Batman, and the public opinion war that the whole world is about to launch against Superhero.

Batman focuses on the real killer of the murder and the rivalry between the gangs.

She is seeking justice for Batman, and Batman is seeking justice for the deceased, and the deduction goes a little deeper, and maybe it has something to do with the "goods" these people want.

"..."

Batman probably didn't expect that Vera was not only not afraid at all, but also dared to extract the information he wanted from what he said, or maybe it was because it was the first time he met a woman who was so bold, and he immediately seemed to be taken aback. Silent as if choking.

After a few seconds, he threatened coldly:

"Don't make me confront Colum with you, Ms. Senna."

"is it?"

Vera suddenly showed a smile that was not a smile, she turned her head to look at Batman, and asked casually, "I'll help you push the broker to the light, aren't the people at both ends of this transaction line also revealed?"

Those lake-green willow-leaf eyes met the man's cold blue eyes lightly and playfully, and pressed them unceremoniously:

"Don't make me throw Colum back into that muddy water again, Mr. Dark."

—trying to scare me the way you did with Gotham?

Sorry, this trick didn't work for me.

Vera squinted at the man and almost said:

You are investigating the two lines behind Ke Lun in the dark, and I directly use public opinion to help you bring Ke Lun out, pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and the two parties to the transaction and the lost goods surfaced one by one. What do you mean?

Batman: "........."

He stared at Vera.

Even if the man's eyes can almost be said to be death stares, it would probably make one's legs weak when it falls on any Gotham person, and Vera is not at all uncomfortable.

She looked at Batman without giving in, examining him sharply and sharply, trying to dig out more secrets from the man's eyes.

Batman, coldly: "Ma'am, this is Gotham, not Washington."

Here, you have to listen to me.

Vera mocked and smirked: "Sir, I sent Column in, not you."

What are you talking about?Whoever holds the initiative will be one step ahead, no matter where it is.And now that she has been kidnapped, of course she should go back and get revenge first, okay?

The two are very close at the moment, the lake green and sky blue eyes are almost glued together, and they can even feel each other's breath and heartbeat. From the perspective of outsiders, the movements of Vera and Batman It can be said to be extremely ambiguous.

In fact... ambiguous fart! !

Whether it's Vera or Batman, they are both fighting each other without giving in, trying to suppress the other and grab the dominance of speech. It can be said that the two people are at odds to the extreme.

The two stared at each other for a full minute, fighting with each other, one back and forth, one gloomy and cold, the other hidden needles, neither of them was going to back down, causing countless question marks to gradually appear on the forehead of Jackson who was watching.

The little wolf cub who was still hanging on the iron chain was speechless:? ? ?

To be honest, I can understand every word you say, but when you connect them, I have no idea what you are arguing about?

And when Jackson was confused and the two people in the corner gradually lost themselves in the quarrel, the sound of a car engine starting finally interrupted Vera and Batman's thoughts.

Hearing the sound, the two of them paused at the same time, and followed the prestige in unison, looking sullenly, just in time to see Chief Gordon, who drove here, open the car door and walk in the direction of Batman.

Before Batman could speak, Mr. Chief, who was halfway there, saw the posture of the two at the moment. Through Batman, he clearly saw the red face of Vera (quarreling) in Batman's arms.

Gordon: .

Inside the workshop, there was deathly silence.

Shocked, the bureau chief immediately turned around in embarrassment, and walked out while pressing the brim of his hat: "Sorry for the interruption."

In the distance, along with the sound of the wind, Gordon's surprised murmur was clearly transmitted to Batman and Vera:

"...Someone really has a crush on Batman?"

Batman: "..."

Vera: "..."