Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

Hull kept talking, picked up a fully automatic submachine gun, rushed to the front of the police and fired continuously.

"Damn it, you reminded me that I lost three dollars at Burger Mc's last month. My damn wallet, never full, you just rob the bank, luckily I don't even have any money to save... "

Sac was almost shot in the waist, and he screamed in panic, "Didn't you bring a card?"

"Bringing the card, does it mean there is money in it? Huh? You have a wallet, do you have money in it?"

As she spoke, her hands kept moving.When the bullets were exhausted, she took out the Miao Dao at her waist, turned it upside down, and kicked it forward with her legs bent.Then there was another beautiful sword flower flying, and the person was almost subdued by her.The smooth and hearty battle aroused the fierceness in Hull's bones.

No one could see her speed clearly. After dealing with this, the people in the hall were almost silent.

The police officers trapped in the closed area on the outskirts were finally ready to negotiate, and Sergeant Gordon was very anxious.

Inside are the citizens he guards, and his duty is to uphold justice.

Holding the walkie-talkie, he looked at the hall first under the cover of the riot shield.

There was a rustling sound in the walkie-talkie, and the sound of the current signal was a bit noisy.

Senior officials in the police station are asking: "What's the situation now?"

In fact, holding a glass of wine, he is processing the so-called busy documents contentedly.

"Here... it seems like everything is under control."

Gordon's eyes widened, and doubts now appeared on his perennially serious face.

Not only him, but the policemen who were close to the scene were all shocked.

Where does this come from lady, alone, just alone fighting.With a sharp shot and a vigorous posture, what accompanies her in battle at any time is not even a gun, but the curved knife in her hand that emits a cold light.

"what do you mean?"

Gordon came back to his senses and simply reported: "Someone at the scene took control of the situation, not ours. It seems to be the same type of existence as Batman."

"Damn it, it's Batman again!"

Now the direction of public opinion is on Batman's standpoint. All the city heroes and criminals who dare not intervene in the police station have also been arrested and thrown into prison.In the darkness under exposure, no matter how dangerous it is, it cannot escape the eyes of bats.

But again, once these people who dare not arrest are exposed, the police have to intervene to bring them to justice.

Nobody knows why Batman does what he does, even once people get used to being a good helper to the cops.In Gotham City, the citizens enjoy all the results with peace of mind.

Their eyes, see.ears, heard.

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred.Batman is not an object to be suppressed, but a hero to be extolled.

There is no way for the police station to arrest people justifiably. The key is who is this Batman?

Where did Batman, who easily touched other people's cheese, come from?

"No, it's not." Gordon stared closely at the figure inside, "It's a woman, and she's dressed like a... rabbit."

Someone behind him supported his shoulders, and the tall figure covered his whole body.

"It's Batman!"

Someone gleefully pointed out that Batman didn't even look over.He lowered his head, his eyes under the mask were crystal clear, and his thin lips parted slightly: "It's the black bunny girl, a professional killer."

"Uh, what?"

Officer Gordon looked at the partner who raided his office a few days ago, and for a while he didn't know who he was talking about.After reacting, there were already two black shadows inside, and the robbers were all wiped out by Hull in a horrible way.

Gordon no longer listened to the self-righteous senior officials on the walkie-talkie, first organized the staff to rescue the hostages in an orderly manner, and then drove the reporters who were in the way of filming to one side to prevent the venue from being destroyed.His busy figure did not affect his meditation.

Why would a professional killer go to rescue someone?

This is too strange, and what's even more strange is that Batman took her away directly, and even the tone of talking to him just now was as if he was taking a mischievous little kid home.He was taken aback by his absurd idea, looked around, no one noticed the choked expression on his face, and then slowly wiped off the cold sweat and concentrated on his work.

Hull, injured.

There were not many injured parts, but there were bullet holes everywhere, and blood was gurgling.

She was breathing hard, and although the wound would heal, it didn't mean she couldn't feel the pain.Even the fact that she was being healed became like punishment for not caring about being hurt.Slowly and orderly, the muscles were constantly renewed and healed, and her clothes were soaked in blood.

Hull's weak and pale lips were seen by Batman.

The two are galloping in the car now, Batman is silent, but Hull sees it, as if the lion is just waiting for the prey to relax its vigilance, and it may be caught at any time. chance of escape.Hull stretched out his hand and touched his chin, not paying attention to the dried blood on his hand, which was dark red and smelled of rust.

Even the nails are dark red to black in color.

Batman focused on driving his exclusive Batmobile, and the flickering lights and shadows passing through the tunnel hit him.Hull's pupils reflected this man's damn seductive and aggressive aura.

Hull's throat felt dry for no reason, and she swallowed hard.

"Master, I'm going to die cough cough!"

She wanted to sell it badly, but she really didn't expect that Batman was shocked when he heard these words.

Then she saw the man who wanted to push her at this moment, and she lingered on her for a while.Seeing the wound at the heart, the deep magnetic voice trembled a little: "Come on, I saw the whole process. You have been shot through the heart, but you have come back to life again."

Hull had never questioned his keen observation, nor his sane mind.

When she heard this, she knew she couldn't hide it.But it doesn't matter, she never intends to hide it, she just doesn't bother to say it.

She hooked a charming smile, and she was particularly permeable under the blood-soaked attire: "Oh, really. Why don't you be mysterious? Look at me with a mysterious background, Master Batman. Don't you want to care about me like this? "

Molesting Batman is her life's joy.

It was the pleasure she had of waking Bruce up in bed early in the morning.Unexpectedly, the famous Batman, the most famous son-in-law in Gotham City, would turn his ears red with embarrassment under her naked gaze, and would angrily tell her to leave.

At present, she can't find anything more fun than this.

Bruce turned his head to look forward, and the speed of the Batmobile kept increasing.

She heard word by word: "Hull Reynolds, how many secrets are you hiding from me?"