[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself

Police Chief James Gordon was overtaken by a Lamborghini traveling at over 120 an hour on his way home from get off work.

The other party was driving so fast that he didn't even see the license plate clearly.

It must be some drunken or hedonistic rich man in the city again.

Without even thinking about it, the indignant director put a police light on the roof of the car and roared to catch up.

Lamborghini slowed down sensibly and stopped on the side of the road.

Is it his illusion?The moment he opened the car door and looked up, he seemed to see something being thrown out of the window.

Director Gordon subconsciously touched the gun on his waist, and cautiously approached the driver's seat.

Under the gorgeous and smooth lines of the silver-gray Lamborghini, the design concept is synonymous with purity, extreme, and uncompromising. Just like its driver, he left the car very uncompromisingly and uncooperatively, and ran away.

Behind the ajar door, the driver's seat was empty.

Today's young people not only drive fast, but also slip fast.

For the time being, it was unexpected that the driver was Director Gordon who ran without a driver's license, and blamed this on the guilty conscience after drunk driving.

As long as he detains this eight-figure supercar, he believes that the owner will definitely find it after he sobers up.

Poverty, however, limited the police chief's imagination.

***

After parking the car, Janna quickly put it in gear and pulled the handbrake, pulled out the key and threw it out the window.

From opening the car door to hiding in the cover of roadside buildings, in the eyes of ordinary people, it only took her 1.5 seconds.

Compared with the detention and vehicle impoundment for driving without a license, she chose to let her boss honestly pay the speeding fine and pick up the car.

The car was gone, and it didn't make sense for her to go to Wayne Manor again.

In the ordinary night, Janna stood by the side of the road.Until I saw people passing by on the other side of the road.

Perhaps the creature should not be called "human".

He didn't wear a black floor mopping robe today, black clothes and black trousers, with his hands in his pockets, just like a normal citizen.

—if he has a shadow.

The streetlights slanted on him, and there were no black tracks at his feet, only the abrupt figure walking along the sidewalk.

Janna instinctively pressed her hands against the wound on her stomach, but it didn't hurt at all.

She was curious about him, as well as herself.

So he crossed the road and gave chase.

He stopped under a building and turned around a few seconds later.

The woman dressed in a formal suit also stopped a few meters away from him, looked at her fearlessly, and betrayed her by clutching the sides of her trousers.

Jana in the distance saw him open his mouth, and silently spit out her name: Jia——na——

In a blink of an eye, the man with short chestnut blond hair sank into the ground.

"Wait!" Janna rushed to where he was before, but there was no sign of him.

After lowering her head for a while, Janna raised her head again. The building in this building is not far from the place where she let the boss get off the car just now.

About a dozen floors up, she saw lights.

The side frames of the building have not been sealed yet.At this time, someone seemed to be thrown out, flying into the midair of more than ten floors.

Before Janna could react, she was rolled up by a black object like a rope and brought back.

Looking at the frightened scene like a yo-yo, the corners of Jana's mouth twitched.

Afterwards, a pitch-black human-shaped bat-like object swung around the periphery of the floor by something, and its lower body turned inward as if it had kicked something.

She could hear a faint scream from downstairs.

Does this creature die every time it appears?

To make sure, Janna climbed up the tall building.

When she reached the tenth floor, she found that the scene was going through a firefight.

The two teams from different battalions fell to the ground in disorder, and the Batman who said he was going to meet a beautiful woman with his front foot said that he had changed his clothes.

In other words, the one-to-ten scene has already passed, and the few people who can still move are busy fleeing.

Janna emerged after making sure she wasn't in danger, but seemed to give hope to the nearest big man.

Turning the direction of the knife in his hand, he rushed towards Janna.

When Batman turned around after finishing off the last drug dealer in his hand, he found that the female bodyguard he had hired recently had skillfully snatched the knife from the big man's hand, and took advantage of the opponent's momentum to throw it over the shoulder. The tall man yelled and fell paralyzed to the ground.

Then this woman who shouldn't be here put her hands quietly by her side, and let go of the hand that grabbed the knife. What was 5 or 6 seconds to her was only a moment to him, and the knife tip was nailed. On the concrete floor, there was a muffled piercing sound.

The way she looked at him, the hazel eyes wonderfully revealed innocence.

"My hero, I saw you again. I haven't thanked you in person for what happened last time." In the brisk tone, there was nothing like the slamming over the shoulder just now.

Under the mask, Batman narrowed his eyes, didn't he let her go back?

"Why are you here? This is not where you should come." His voice was processed by the voice changer at the mouth of the mask, so she could never hear it.

Janna hooked her lips helplessly, and she found that the great heroes really seemed to like this voice-changing device.

"I happened to pass by, and I saw someone being thrown out of here, and then pulled back." She also gestured with her hand like playing a yo-yo, "Then I saw you, the big hero, wandering outside the wall Going back in a circle."

She watched him divide the drug dealers into two piles, tie each of them together, and finally hang bat darts from the ropes.

Although these drug dealers were all bruised and swollen, no one died, which is strange.

Then the hero in her mouth seemed to leap forward in front of her a little angrily. The bat mask was close at hand, forcing her to back away, but he firmly held one shoulder, "Do you think this is a game?" ? Your curiosity will kill you sooner or later." His tone matched his voice changer, full of menace, and considering that her injury had healed not long ago, the strength in his hand became loose, "You should be thankful that this man It's a knife, not a machine gun."

Janna wanted to tell him that she was no longer afraid of death.

Sometimes, waiting for death with eyes open again after so-called death is more torture than closing eyes into perpetual darkness.

But Janna wouldn't say that under the admonition of this threat package.

"I'm sorry." She apologized sincerely, "not for you, but for my own life."

The strength on the shoulders was completely relaxed, and he patted her in relief.

Downstairs came the siren of a police car.

Janna froze, "Hero, save me, I'm not curious anymore."

What she was afraid of was not being suspected of being an accomplice of a drug dealer, but what she was afraid of was being found out about her old account of speeding without a license.

So Batman took her and slid down to the ground from a dozen layers of ropes shot only by the Batgun.

Then a modified Batmobile came out of the shadows, and Batman jumped into the driver's seat.

The Batmobile drove away, leaving Janna behind.

"..."

I always feel that the normal heroine's plot is not going this way, at least not walking away from this kind of scene.

***

If Batman and the drug dealer are all safe and sound, what went wrong?

Jana circled around the intersection again, and diagonally across the street was a small building with lights on.

A couple stood at the door, looking sad.

"Doctor, is it really hopeless?"

The man called the doctor shook his head, "I'm sorry, just bury the child."

Janna sighed, feeling sorry for them.

"Death is not the end of everything, there is no need to sigh."

Jana turned her head abruptly. In the shadows, the gray-eyed guy had no pity in his eyes.

He was dressed in black, with a faint smile on his doll's face, holding a short-legged Chihuahua in his arms.