Gunshot Wound

Bai Lang's palm gripped Deathstroke's neck, slowly tightening.

"Cough, cough..." Deathstroke had been electrocuted for several minutes, almost cooked alive.

Fortunately, the healing factor in his body was potent and repaired the fatal injuries in time. Even so, he felt like half his life was gone.

"You're the strongest opponent I've ever encountered, almost not human. But luckily, you still have human weaknesses."

Deathstroke grinned. His voice held no fear, only icy killing intent.

He had taken a hit from the opponent earlier, but now he held a weapon capable of subduing him.

Hearing this, Bai Lang turned his head and saw Deathstroke holding a staff, the end of which was pressed against his chest.

At the same time, a strong sense of dread washed over him.

"Heh..." Deathstroke's eyes glinted with mockery. "Super Batman, you've lost!"

As the words fell, a gunshot rang out, and a powerful electromagnetic pulse erupted from the end of the staff.

Simultaneously, several bullets shot from the disguised gun barrel in his hand, spitting fire as they flew towards Bai Lang's chest.

Bai Lang was about to use Current Propulsion to melt the bullets, but the electricity within his body, affected by the intense electromagnetic pulse, solidified like stone.

With the gun barrel pressed against his chest at such close range, Bai Lang had no chance to dodge the four bullets.

His top speed was only a hundred meters in two seconds, but these bullets, fired from the barrel, were already traveling at a terrifying three hundred meters per second!

No escape, no block!!

He had no means to defend himself, nor the speed to dodge these bullets!

At this moment, there was no way to avoid it.

He could only take the full force of the shot!

Pfft!!

Several bullets hit his chest without surprise, tearing through the thin, black Batman suit.

The transparent keratin layer covering his chest was ripped open, and blood splattered out, releasing an iron-like stench.

Intense pain shot from the wounds, spreading to his nerves and stimulating Bai Lang's brain.

Bai Lang's eyes widened in fury. Under extreme anger, the electricity interfered with by the electromagnetic pulse began to move.

Red arcs of electricity flashed around him, and the four bullets embedded in his body were instantly enveloped by his current.

The cells at the wound sites stopped rubbing, preventing further blood loss.

The most dangerous wound was only half a centimeter away from his heart.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, heard the gunshot and immediately turned his head. He saw Deathstroke charred to a crisp, a horrifying sight.

And the incredibly strong fake Batman, wounded by gunfire, knelt on one knee.

[Ability Points +20]

A light blue notification box appeared before Bai Lang. Clearly, this was the Ability Points gained from killing Deathstroke.

But Bai Lang had no time to pay attention to it. He had four gunshot wounds, and one bullet had nearly hit his heart.

Fortunately, the keratin layer had absorbed some of the bullet's kinetic energy; otherwise, he would have died already.

Cold sweat beaded on Bai Lang's forehead, but before it could form into drops, it was vaporized by the high-pressure red current.

Bai Lang was incredibly grateful at that moment, grateful that his body had grown keratin under the stimulation of electricity.

Without this layer of keratin, he would be a cold corpse right now.

"Are you alright?" Batman, Bruce Wayne, asked with surprise.

In his opinion, the other party's clothes should be like his own, a bulletproof vest made of promethium, and handguns shouldn't be a concern at all.

But when his gaze fell upon the wounds on Bai Lang's chest, he froze.

The other party's clothing was just a thin layer, nothing like he had imagined. Only torn fabric fluttered.

Knock, knock!!

A violent knocking sound came from outside the room door.

"Sir, are you alright?"

It was the hotel staff's voice. Clearly, the huge commotion Bai Lang had caused earlier had been heard by everyone in the hotel.

Not to mention the unlucky fellow sleeping in the room next to Deathstroke's thought an earthquake had struck.

Seeing no response, the staff immediately had the heavily armed security guards break down the door with their guns.

After kicking the door down, everyone was stunned.

The floor-to-ceiling window, stretching from floor to ceiling, was completely shattered.

The king-sized bed in the center of the room had also collapsed into pieces, with wood and stone scattered throughout the room.

Even the floor was covered in cracks, like the gnarled roots of an old tree, as if the room would collapse at any second.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, piloted the Batwing with the corpse of Deathstroke and the gun Deathstroke had been holding behind him.

He was surprised, shocked that Bai Lang, this fake Batman, could leave the building with his bare hands despite being injured.

At the same time, the words the other person had spoken earlier echoed in his mind.

"Gotham is a big tree, and criminals are the worms. If the worms aren't cleared, the tree will never be at peace."

He shook his head, remembering the principles he had always held firm.

"Killing to stop killing is never the answer, but letting criminals gnaw away at Gotham endlessly isn't a solution either. Gotham needs a different kind of change."

Returning to Wayne Tower, he brought Deathstroke's corpse to Fox's laboratory.

"Fox, you said before that this person had some kind of healing factor. See if you can combine this factor with the Anti-Batman Armor."

Fox, his skin dark, couldn't help but be stunned upon seeing Deathstroke's corpse.

"Young Master Wayne, you killed him?"

Bruce Wayne shook his head.

"No, it was someone else."

Bai Lang stumbled out of an alley, the previous Batman clothes already burned to ashes by his terrifying current.

Several gunshot wounds on his chest remained, blood flowing uncontrollably from the wounds.

Bai Lang controlled his current to stimulate the cells around the wounds, which was the only thing preventing his life from being threatened.

Even so, it caused him unbearable pain.

He suddenly staggered and collapsed onto the cold ground.

Looking at the pitch-black surroundings, Bai Lang smelled the sour stench from a nearby trash can, his consciousness almost fading.

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply. The pain immediately stimulated his brain, restoring his fading consciousness.

"No, I can't die like this."

If he passed out in this alley, he might not even survive the night.

He had been careless this time.

He never expected that the electromagnetic pulse weapon Deathstroke used could interfere with the current within his body.

Perhaps his mastery of current propulsion was still too low, only at 163,000 Volts.

"Damn it, they didn't say that strong magnetic field users would be interfered with by electromagnetic pulse weapons!"

He took a breath, calming his breathing. Any strenuous movement would push the bullets closer to his heart, making him weaker.

"Wuwuwu..."

A woman's crying suddenly reached Bai Lang's ears, accompanied by increasingly clear footsteps.

He wanted to muster the energy to stand up, but he felt his body growing colder and stiffer.

Even the current within him was like stubborn stone, completely unresponsive to his will.

The crying and footsteps weakened at some point, until they finally disappeared completely.

Bai Lang let out a long sigh of relief.

Fortunately, no one came.

But before he could rejoice, he felt a wave of dizziness.

At the same time, the scene before his eyes gradually blurred.

Pfft!

Suddenly, something seemed to hit Bai Lang's arm.

It was cold and somewhat hard.

It seemed like someone was looking at him.

Bai Lang tried desperately to open his eyes and see who was standing in front of him.

But all he saw was a face with distinct red and blue twin ponytails, and eyeshadow that was also red and blue.

Before he could get a clear look at the face, Bai Lang lost consciousness.