Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

In the most central building of the city, the words of Wayne Enterprises are particularly eye-catching but cannot be touched. As the night gradually falls, a group of Fecone's young men arrogantly drive an unremarkable truck full of dolls to the pier to transport them.

Hull was happily hiding among the dolls, although the unfathomable darkness in the carriage seemed to be able to swallow everything, causing the illusion of blindness for a short time.But all Hermione thinks is that she can still catch a ride and lie down very comfortably.

This is a truck going to the port, and you can find the man with the scar along the group of gangsters. Hull lay with his legs crossed and regarded them as cushions, humming a little song comfortably and shaking.If conditions permit, she must also bring her mobile phone and turn on the music, for a perfect combination of music art and violent visual impact.

Maybe 3 minutes later, maybe 10 minutes, the lock on the car door was unlocked with a rustling sound.

Box after box of dolls was moved down, and the lights looked sticky on the wet road, and the thick darkness was all there.

A fat police officer got out of the car parked at the side. He walked up to the people carrying the goods without fear of death, picked up a bear doll and tore it away.

Taking out the drugs inside, several people looked at each other without changing expressions, and the police officer raised a smile: "Everything is normal, isn't it?"

In this city, police officers who don't take bribes are an anomaly, and so is Officer Gordon.But Frass was not. He opened the car door and sat down leisurely, talking to Fecone about the recent situation.

It seemed that everything was normal, Hull leaned patiently on the innermost side, closed the cardboard box lightly and sat down.With the special Miao Dao on her back, she held a fully automatic submachine gun and waited for the opportunity.

"boom!"

A gunshot tore through the peace on the surface, and everyone almost subconsciously drew out their pistols and aimed at the truck.

"Wait!" A thin white hand stretched out from behind the box, making a gesture of surrender, "I'm sorry, haha, I just lost my temper when I got nervous."

Hull kicked away the obstacles in front of him, fired several shots and flashed into the darkness.The gun battle started almost at the same time, and everyone pointed in the direction of her movement to the dark place, wary of the possibility of being counterattacked.

"There she is!" A person pointed to the red container in the northeast direction, and the graceful figure flashed and ran into the narrow aisle, and everyone's hearts were suspended.The bullets swept past, and there was an empty echo when they hit the container.

Frass got out of the car, carefully returned to the police car and drove away.Fecone also came out and looked around.

"Who is that?" Someone asked, but no one could answer.All the answers were too fast just now, no one could see anything clearly under the dim night light, all they could know was a woman wearing the same black mask.

"Bang!" There was another shot, everyone panicked, and a more terrifying character came.The bat-shaped darts extinguished the lights, and the war began.

"Where are you!?"

"Here." A low and dangerous male voice answered.

There were gunshots and hand-to-hand combat, and the sound of footsteps was chaotic. The sense of oppression was even greater than before. Everyone was restrained by the more terrifying opponent in front of them. No one noticed that another figure was quietly approaching the car.

Hull took the opportunity to sit in the co-pilot, and the bearded man in the main driver forgot to shoot in fright and directly greeted him.

"It's not easy these days. The boss has to be driven."

Hull stabbed his heart with a knife, then opened the booklet and took out a crayon to draw a big cross on the corresponding name.

"Drive, drive!" Ficone rushed into the car eagerly, but the driver did not respond, "Idiot, I told you to drive!"

Fecconi leaned forward angrily, but was even more horrified to find that his most powerful subordinate was dead, and the woman wearing a black rabbit mask was pulling out a bloody knife from his body, and blood gushed out from that body immediately.

Hull turned his head and smiled kindly at him, saying, "Sorry, I killed your driver on purpose."

The rabbit mask covered most of her face, extending to the nose in the shape of a rabbit, and the height of her two ears was raised up to the top of her head.A black suit, close-fitting sexy and dangerous.

"what are you?!"

Knowing that it was too late to hide, Fecone loaded the gun and aimed it in Hull's direction.The car body swayed, and Batman pierced through the roof of the car. As the glass shattered, Ficoni was picked up by another man who was wearing black equipment and a half-faced bat mask.

The man stared calmly at the prey that had nowhere to escape, and told him patiently in a voice that was deliberately lowered by the machine:

"I am Batman."

"With all due respect, he probably should probably be asking me." With a knife stuck in his waist, Hull forcefully opened the car door, which was severely deformed by Batman's destruction, "I'm Black Rabbit, thank you."

The girl who went to his uncle's house, she didn't want to say this shameful suffix.

"Oh my god, I'm injured... I think it should be visible here." The black rabbit supported his waist, and covered the black rabbit's head hesitantly on the scarred man's forehead where he couldn't find a place to change it. .She looked up and saw that Batman and Ficoni were still maintaining the domineering momentum of the sword before, "Aren't you leaving?"

Batman obviously reacted first, cast a meaningful look at Black Rabbit, grabbed Ficone and saw the homeless man not far away who watched the battle and hadn't left yet, and the homeless man also saw him.The coat on the homeless man reminded him of the scene of exchanging coats at the beginning as if it had just happened yesterday.His face was expressionless, and in fact he couldn't see any expression. He left a compliment of "nice coat" towards the homeless man and flew up.

"...Thank you." The homeless man stared blankly at the disappearing figure in the sky.

Hull received the coat, leaning on his waist and looking at the tramp silently. He could vaguely distinguish the high-quality material, the well-cut coat, and after a long time of fumbling and rolling, all kinds of stains filled every corner of the coat. Tramps are very popular these days. clothing...