"it's me."

The vulture's voice came out through the helmet and became very dull.

"You're back." Bill rolled his eyes slightly.

He didn't really want to follow the "last words" in the diary and let Vulture get Nighthawk's inheritance.

It's not like Xia can't inherit.

Anyway, he is very strong and can kill Quinn.

"How did Quinn die?" The vulture ignored Bill's meaningless greeting.

"I don't know, it suddenly fell down from the sky." Bill said, and this was quite the truth.

The vulture glanced at the COP uniform on Bill, turned around and left.

"Wait a minute." Bill stopped the vulture, "There is one of our own in the cemetery."

The vulture said nothing, waiting for Bill's next words.

"He looks handsome, you can tell at a glance." Bill said.

The vulture understood what Bill meant: "As long as he doesn't do anything to me, I won't hurt anyone."

He was just ruthless to criminals, but he didn't really degenerate into a murderous maniac.

The vulture took two steps forward and left the hidden corner.

Then suddenly disappeared from Bill's sight.

Bill rubbed his eyes to make sure that he really couldn't see the vulture anymore. He focused his eyes on Quinn's head again and was about to bend down to pick it up.

There were bursts of footsteps.

He stuck his head out and took a look, and was stunned for a moment.

At the end of the street, under the morning light, a group of people were walking hand in hand.

Form a wall of people.

These people are all residents of Gotham. Some of them are wearing clothes, some of them seem to have just come out of bed, just wearing a pair of shorts, and some even have no shorts at all.

They marched in unison, as if marching.

"What the hell! What's going on!"

Bill was shocked and noticed several of the clown's men in the crowd.

Not caring about anything else, Bill immediately retreated to a corner, contacted Gordon, and told him what he saw.

"What? How many people are there?"

"I don't know, at least more than a thousand," Bill said.

"Where is their destination, the cemetery?"

"Absolutely, otherwise why would it appear here?" Bill said.

"You should observe it first." Gordon's tone was solemn. He searched frantically in his memory and found no one in Gotham who could control so many people.

According to Bill's description, these people were obviously controlled.

Among the villains of Gotham, who can do this?

"By the way, the vultures also went into the cemetery." Bill said.

"I understand." Gordon sighed, "Protect yourself."

The feeling of exhaustion can be felt through the phone.

"Okay." Bill naturally had no intention of going out.

The crowd outside had already passed in front of him and headed straight to the cemetery.

The gangsters outside the cemetery stared at each other.

They usually run rampant in Gotham, but now, it has become a public toilet where anyone can use it.

The barrier formed by the five major gangs was like the Maginot Line of Defense, and it did not play any role.

Everyone can come and go as they please.

At first, I could comfort myself by saying that we, the fishermen, would benefit from letting them fight with each other.

Now I can no longer even deceive myself.

Thousands of people pushed forward regardless of the muzzle of the gun.

"what to do?"

The leading little bosses looked at each other.

If a few people come, they dare to shoot. If a dozen people come, they dare to shoot.

But with thousands, thousands of people in front of them, they really didn't dare.

Gangsters are different from super villains in that their main purpose is to make money.

Kill thousands of people?

They are crazy to do this.

Not everyone has a psychiatric certificate from a doctor.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

I urgently contacted the boss, who responded that I don’t want this inheritance!

Sure enough, only lunatics can get their hands on the things of lunatics, so ordinary people like them had better not get involved.

After getting into the car quickly, a group of gangsters fled from the other side, and the exhaust fumes emitted a somewhat embarrassing smell.

The crowd kept walking and entered the cemetery.

Bill thought for a moment, kept his distance, and followed cautiously.

Xia is still inside.

"Not good." In the cemetery, Xia Yanzhen looked at the corpses of several super villains. These people were completely unable to meet the standards for testing his strength.

Not to mention the limit, Xia Yanzhen didn't even exert much force.

I'm thinking whether to let it go like this or use the sin city of Gotham to escalate the matter.

Xia Yanzhen saw a man in black clothes and a black helmet walking over.

He walked quickly and came straight towards him, holding a blood-stained claw knife in his hand, which was longer than an ordinary claw knife.

"Who is this..."

Xia Yanzhen stood still, waiting for the other party to make a move.

"Are you a cop?" Vulture stopped and looked at Xia Yanzhen and asked.

Very handsome indeed.

It can be seen at a glance and does not require additional characterization.

"No." Xia Yanzhen shook his head.

He is not a cop, Gordon has already kicked him off the team.

"Isn't it?" Vulture asked, "There is a COP outside who said there is one of our own here."

"Bill? Then he is talking about me. I can be considered an informant." Xia Yanzhen thought about it and arranged an identity for himself, "Who are you?"

"Vulture."

"Nighthawk Man's partner?" Xia Yanzhen remembered the contents of the diary.

"That's right, give me that mask." The vulture said.

He understands the secret of Nighthawk's power quite clearly.

Once upon a time, Nighthawk was an ordinary person.

By chance, he got something. What the thing was specifically, Nighthawk did not say.

He just told Vulture that after his death, he might leave behind a "double-edged sword."

When you hurt others, you also hurt yourself.

The double-edged sword left behind will probably appear in the form of a "skull" or something like that.

Now it appears that it is an incomplete skull.

"Sorry, I can't give this to you." Xia Yanzhen smiled and refused.

"Ah."

The vulture sneered, continued to approach, and was about to take action.

The next second, he stopped and looked behind him at the same time as Xia Yanzhen.
To be continued...