Batman stood on the roof of Wayne Building, and the night wind whistled past, making his cloak clatter. He looked down at the bat tracker in his hand, and the flashing red dots on the screen were gradually approaching the target position.
The last time Van Antafos's rich man appeared was here.
There are more "signal-free" signs on the target map than raindrops falling on the screen. The surveillance network he spent hard to lay in the upper city was destroyed by the Angel of Death in less than a month.
He gently pressed the communicator in his ear and whispered: "Nightwing, start the thermal imaging scan on the Batmobile, I need to confirm the signs of life in the building."
"In processing." Yewing's calm voice came from his headphones. A few seconds later, a blue thermal image appeared on Batman's goggles, and there were three figures in the villa, a woman and two children.
"Target confirmation," Batman whispered, "ready to act."
Nightwings, which climbed up to the roof with a hook, jumped up, as clever as a water bird, landed quietly in the yard.
But just as he approached the back door, he heard the movement from the front yard, the screams of women, the crying of children and some unclear words mixed together.
Ye Yi instantly pulled out his weapon, turned over the room again, arched his body across the roof and looked towards the front door, and a tall figure in a red cloak stood there.
The long sword of flames in the hand of the Angel of Death burned in the darkness, and the blazing flames reflected the cold face under his hood.
"Angelic of Death, let them go!" Ye Yi said in a deep voice. He slid down from the eaves, landed neatly, and rushed towards the Angel of Death.
The Angel of Death just sneered, and the long sword of flame swung suddenly, and the hot sword energy cut through the air, "Who let me go?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly jumped up, and the long sword of flame slashed down with a scorching wave of air. Ye Yi quickly turned sideways, crossed his short sticks in front of his chest, barely holding the attack.
The heat wave of flames came to his face, and Yeyi felt the heat inhaled was burning his heart and lungs, but he did not retreat, but instead used the force to turn it back and stretched the distance.
"Anyway, you shouldn't attack innocent people!" Ye Yi looked at him without fear, his two sticks whirled in his hands, and rushed towards the Angel of Death. His movements were as fast as the wind, and the short sticks were cut out in the air.
Two silver arcs hit the side of the Angel of Death.
The Angel of Death snorted coldly, and the long sword swept across the flames, and the hot sword energy forced Yeyi to retreat. However, Yeyi did not stop. His steps were as light as a cat, and he quickly walked behind the Angel of Death, and his short stick suddenly stabbed him.
To his heart.
The Angel of Death reacted very quickly, and the flame sword swung back with a backhand, and the hot flames forced Yeyi to retreat. The two of them had their weapons collided in the air, sparks flew everywhere, and the confrontation between flames and metal ignited one after another in the night.
Small explosion.
"Do you think you can stop me?" The angel of Death had a mockery in his voice. "This city needs purification, and I am the fire!"
"No, you are just destroying!" Ye Yi gritted his teeth and responded, and his two sticks suddenly attacked, taking the head of the Angel of Death. The Angel of Death raised his sword to block it, but Ye Yi Yi's offensive continued, and the short stick fell like raindrops.
Force the Angel of Death to retreat repeatedly.
Suddenly, Yeyi grabbed a flaw and the short stick suddenly hit the wrist of the Death Angel. The long sword of flame flew out of his hand and inserted it on the ground not far away. The Death Angel roared and slapped his fist to hit Yeyi's face, but
Yeyi had already expected this move, so he dodged sideways and hit the abdomen of the Angel of Death.
The Angel of Death groaned and staggered back, the anger in his eyes became even stronger. Yeyi did not give him a chance to breathe, and his two sticks attacked continuously like lightning, and finally knocked the Angel of Death to the ground with a heavy blow.
Yeyi covered his wrist, which had just been burned by the flames, took a deep breath and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I want to help you. Don't make any mistakes, Paul."
The Angel of Death was lying on the ground, and the embers of the long sword of the flame were flashing beside him. He looked up at Yeyi, with a trace of complex emotions flashing in his eyes, but in the end he just sneered and closed his eyes.
Yeyi pressed his headphones and said, "I met the Angel of Death, but it has been resolved. Do you want me to take him back?"
"An Angel of Death? How could he appear in...anomal energy reaction! Nightwing! Dodge!!!"
With a bang, a huge fireball hit Yeyi's original position. Yeyi glared at the figure gradually emerging from the darkness.
"It's you again! You damn demon!!!"
Brad spread his hands innocently and said, "I want to say it's you again, you ubiquitous Batman lackey. Why do you have to hold us and not let go?"
"That's because you're always hurting innocent people!"
The Angel of Death lying on the ground sneered again. He said, "Innocent? Do you know where the women and children you protect are raised by? If he paid me on time, all the sins you hate
It won't happen."
Yeyi sighed and said, "I think you are right. They are not good to you. You should find a way to protect yourself. But if you kill them, there will be no change. There is someone else you should deal with."
"Did you mean me? Or Batman?"
"You should know it's not." Yewing's tone was not shaken at all, and he said, "Now the one who wants to go beyond you to kill all the rich people is the clown. If you don't stop him, you will never be able to complete your revenge."
"I don't care who killed them, I just want them to die."
"But if you continue to kill people everywhere in the rain, you will never live on the day of their funeral. Maybe the survivors of them can go to your grave and say a few words of apology in front of the media
Show your kindness.”
The Angel of Death suddenly retching.
Brad looked at Nightwing and said, "You're better than Batman. I promise I'll keep an eye on him as much as possible and stop making trouble for him."
After saying that, a thick smoke rose, Brad, the Angel of Death and his long sword disappeared.
"I think this is not right," said Yeyi. "I didn't chase him this time, but he just came here."
"Someone is delaying our investigation," said Batman. "I heard that the Pale Knight is also in trouble and cannot get out for the time being. You may have to go over and help him."
"What's wrong with him?" Ye Yi said, walking into the room.
"I met a racing boy." Batman didn't say in detail.
Yeyi comforted the woman and the child and asked their husband where he was. But the lady only told them that their husband had hired an exorcist, and after the exorcist ceremony, he disappeared completely.
This is basically consistent with the results obtained by Batman in other investigations, and he also learned Schiller's name from the woman as expected.
Yewing was still a little unbelievable. He sat on the Batmobile and said, "How could Dr. Schiller become a clown's lackey?"
"You're too optimistic," Batman said, "you should ask the clown why he became Schiller's lackey."
"What nonsense are you talking about? The clown's crazy brain doesn't support him at all. He will only go crazy based on his own ideas."
"That's before." Batman's tone gradually became lower, and he said, "Now the Joker has no choice."
The rainy nights in Gotham always have a depressing suffocation. The rain is slapped on the streets and splashes of water.
Nightwing was driving the Batmobile, the engine roared and shattered the rain curtain, and the headlights cast two dazzling beams of light on the slippery road surface.
The tights were soaked in the previous battle in the rain, pressing tightly against the skin, but the sharp eyes under the mask were always staring at the front - the pale knight's silver-white sports car was racing not far away, and the taillights were in the rain
It blurred into a scarlet halo.
"Mr. Napier, it's me! I'll help you." Yewing shouted to the intercom, and the accelerator suddenly stepped to the bottom, and the batmobile rushed out like an arrow from the string. The rain wet the windshield and blurred his vision.
But the bulky Batmobile was driven by him like a flying bird, freely traveling on the road full of obstacles.
Pale Knight's sports car made a sharp turn ahead, the tires made a harsh friction sound on the slippery road, and the body drifted through the corner almost out of control. Nightwings followed closely behind, the Batmobile tilted in the curve, and the tires on one side were almost out of the way.
land.
"Batman, help me lock his route!" Nightwing pressed the communicator in his ear, and the sound seemed a little blurred in the roar of the engine.
"Tracing." Batman's voice was calm and clear, "There is an viaduct three hundred meters ahead, and he might try to shake you away from there."
Nightwing narrowed his eyes, and he believed in Batman's judgment. Sure enough, the Pale Knight's sports car accelerated suddenly and rushed towards the viaduct. Nightwing did not hesitate, and the Batmobile followed closely behind.
"Help me stop the challenger in front." The Pale Knight's intimate anger came from the intercom, saying, "This guy is a master, be careful."
"I know." Ye Yi raised his lips and said, "I will let him see what a real racing boy is."
Yeyi's eyes were locked at the challenger in front. The opponent was very flexible and swung left and right to avoid the force of the Pale Knight, while the speed was getting faster and faster.
"The target is moving towards the dock, I need to block the route." Yeyi pressed the communicator in his ear, his voice calm and fast.
"The traffic signal control device is activated." Batman seemed to be busy with something else, and seemed a little absent-minded.
Yeyi nodded, and the accelerator suddenly stepped to the bottom, and the car rushed out like an arrow from the string.
The Pale Knight was trying to stop the 20th time, and another shadow of the car rushed out of the street on the side. The Batmobile, as deep as a black hole, cut into the main path like a ghost, and drove alongside him.
"Two against one, if you win, you will be defeated." A joke-filled voice came from the intercom channel.
"If you are caught by me, I will let you know what is the true victory." The Pale Knight's tone became colder.
The two cars were chasing each other like cheetahs. Bruce put one hand on the steering wheel without any tension.
He made a sudden turn, and Nightwing and Pale Knight reacted almost at the same time. Two cars, one black and one white, drew a graceful arc in the curve like a black and white swan that crossed their necks, and tied their target tightly.
"The front has been blocked, and he has nowhere to escape." Ye Yi whispered, and had already grabbed the short stick behind him with one hand.
The Pale Knight did not respond, but just accelerated suddenly and approached the challenger's flank. Bruce seemed to be suddenly panicked, and the body of the car swayed left and right, trying to get rid of the pursuit.
Nightwing saw the opportunity, the Batmobile drifted, cut into the side, fell down the window, and threw the short stick out. The wheel ran over the short stick and slipped in an instant. The challenger's body suddenly tilted, and lost control and crashed into the roadside.
Guardrail.
Bang!
Horrible—
The Batmobile's tires drew a long water mark on the road, hitting directly on the door on the side of the challenger's co-pilot, and pressing the door on the side of the driver's seat on the roadside guardrail.
The Pale Knight's sports car also stopped steadily on the other side. The door opened and the Pale Knight walked out, aiming the muzzle in his hand at the challenger's door.
"The game is over." Pale Knight said coldly.
As the door in the back seat slowly opened, the figure who walked out with his hands raised made Ye Yi stunned.
His hand slowly stroked the headphones and shouted in shock: "Batman... you haven't told me that this racing boy is you!!!"