Hostage (Please Keep Reading!)

Something cold and hard pressed against Dollmaker's back.

The motion of lifting his leg to run froze instantly.

Bai Lang pressed his gun against Dollmaker's stiff back, his voice grim.

"You're the fucking Dollmaker, aren't you? You kidnapped Director Gordon and killed a whole lot of people..."

He remembered the old man who sold burritos, as well as the child bundled in a thick cotton coat.

Both of them had died at Dollmaker's hands, reduced to cold corpses...

Judging by the voice, the person behind him seemed to be a young man in his early twenties.

Dollmaker's face remained expressionless, but his eyes revealed a vicious glint.

He had killed countless people. A single gun was not enough to scare him.

Dollmaker silently gauged the gun's position, preparing to snatch it from the person behind him.

He had calculated everything perfectly. All it would take was one swift turn, then he would cripple the other man's hand.

Then he would get to see the look on this young man's face as it was peeled away in despair.

He wanted to hear this young man's most terrified, most desperate screams. He wanted to...

Bang!!

Before Dollmaker could act, a gunshot rang out.

A bullet struck his back, violently tearing through muscle before plunging into his kidney. Agonizing pain surged through him as crimson blood spilled out.

His eyes widened. He seemed unable to believe that the young man behind him had actually dared to fire.

How did he dare?

[Ability Points +2]

A pale blue notification box appeared before Bai Lang's eyes.

He kicked the wound where the bullet had struck, sending Dollmaker sprawling to the ground.

Bai Lang stared down at Dollmaker with a dark expression.

"You bastard, you got what you deserved. You fucking cut out Director Gordon's kidney too!"

The files he had just seen alone documented dozens of children whose organs had been removed by this bastard.

Not to mention all those poor people who had been victimized.

Mercy Hospital was piled with human remains. He could practically hear the wails and screams of countless people as they died.

Olivia, the little girl standing not far away, heard that and turned to look at Gordon.

Feeling the sympathy written all over her face, Director Gordon could not help but blush in embarrassment.

"Kid, you're in for a world of hurt!"

Dollmaker let out a savage grin, cruelty rising to his face as he prepared to show Bai Lang what he was capable of!

When had he ever suffered such humiliation? He immediately pulled a dagger from a nearby pocket and lunged at Bai Lang.

The sharp dagger sliced through the air, its blade reflecting a flash of white as it stabbed fiercely toward Bai Lang.

Bang!

Another gunshot rang out, and a bloody hole was blasted through the hand holding Dollmaker's dagger.

[Ability Points +2]

"Ugh..." Dollmaker cried out in pain, and the dagger slipped from his hand.

He glared viciously at Bai Lang. "Kid, I'll turn you into my most perfect doll."

With another bang, he was shot in the leg.

"Ugh... What are you doing?!"

Dollmaker groaned. From the excessive blood loss, his face had turned deathly pale, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

Seeing the coldness in Bai Lang's eyes, the viciousness on his face turned to terror.

"Don't... don't kill me!"

Bai Lang stepped on Dollmaker's battered, hideous face and said coldly, "Don't kill you? Go ask the people whose organs you took. Fucking ask those people whose bodies you hollowed out until nothing but empty shells remained!"

"Ask them whether they'll let a piece of shit like you live!!"

Dollmaker's filthy, ugly face was filled with horror and fear.

He could not understand why some random lowly cop had driven him into such a corner.

"Y-You... what do you want? Money? Women? Or something else? I can give you anything!"

His face was filled with unwillingness. Unwilling to accept that after ruling Gotham for so many years, he was about to be killed by some lowly cop.

Bai Lang kept his foot on Dollmaker's face, grinding down hard with his shoe.

Seeing the frustrated expression on the other man's face as he wanted to kill him but could do nothing, he thought of that room he had seen.

Pale white bones had piled up across the ward, and the bloodstained hospital beds were filled with the victims' despair.

He thought of the old man who sold burritos, whose face had been etched with deep wrinkles—and now, even after death, the skin had been peeled from his face!

He felt a blaze of fury burning in his chest, and a cruel smirk appeared on his face.

"I don't want anything, so... die, you mongrel!"

"I..."

Dollmaker was filled with rage, wishing he could kill Bai Lang, but he had no way to escape at this moment and had no choice but to beg the other man for mercy.

"Let... please, let..."

"Beg me to spare you in your next life." After saying that, Bai Lang pulled the trigger beneath Dollmaker's despairing gaze.

The bullet, carrying the force of Current Propulsion, shot toward the man's chest as he looked on unwillingly.

After firing two shots into his chest, Bai Lang put another three into his head.

[Ability Points +20]

A pale blue notification window appeared before Bai Lang.

He looked at Dollmaker's corpse in silence for three seconds.

Only after confirming that the man was dead beyond any doubt did he turn and walk over to Gordon, who was not far away.

"Director Gordon, this guy's dead."

Gordon was explaining to Olivia beside him how he could still bravely investigate cases despite having lost a kidney.

Hearing Bai Lang's words, his furrowed brows finally relaxed somewhat.

Gordon nodded. "Good, Bai Lang. Let's get out of here!"

Bai Lang glanced down at Batman, Bruce Wayne. He had already subdued everyone and had even smashed the walls to pieces.

Wearing the Anti-Batman Armor, Bruce Wayne was like a god of war, sending Sampson and those Joker dolls flying with a single punch.

"Where is Gordon?!" Batman, Bruce Wayne, roared.

"I'm up here, Batman!" Gordon hurriedly called down in response.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, froze for a moment and looked up at Director Gordon, Bai Lang, and the others upstairs.

Just then, the sound of helicopters came from outside the abandoned Mercy Hospital.

"Batman, they have accomplices! Don't let them get away!" Bai Lang stepped forward and shouted down at Batman, Bruce Wayne.

Batman, Bruce Wayne, nodded and was just about to give chase when he discovered that thick green vines had somehow wrapped themselves around his entire body.

The vines were incredibly thick and exceptionally tough.

Had Bruce Wayne still been wearing his original armor, he certainly would not have been able to break free from these sturdy vines.

Fortunately, he was now wearing the Anti-Batman Armor.

With the assistance of the powered exoskeleton armor, he easily tore apart the vines, which were as hard as steel rebar.

But the next second, he felt weak all over. He could not exert strength anywhere in his body, and intense pain even surged through his abdomen.

Combining his condition with the vines from earlier, Batman, Bruce Wayne, immediately knew who had arrived.

Damn it, Poison Ivy actually showed up at a time like this.

Batman, Bruce Wayne's mind raced as he tried to come up with a plan to get Gordon and the other two out.

While Bruce Wayne was thinking, Bai Lang was leading Gordon and the little girl Olivia toward the exit.

But they encountered two figures ahead.

One had twin ponytails, while the other had long, wavy red hair.

They were Harley and Poison Ivy, Ivy.

"Blech!" Gordon clutched his abdomen tightly with both hands, bent over, and began vomiting violently.

Even the little girl Olivia covered her stomach, her face contorted with discomfort as though she felt terribly ill.

Although the bacteria colonies in Bai Lang's body were also agitated, his cells rubbed together at high speed, accelerating his metabolism, and the effect on him was negligible.

He was the only one standing in the middle, seemingly completely unaffected.

"I've controlled the Mycobacterium paratuberculosis in your digestive tracts, which is why you're like this..."

As she spoke, Poison Ivy, Ivy, shifted her gaze to Bai Lang, who was completely unaffected.

"But why is your body..."

She could sense that the bacteria colonies inside him had multiplied eightfold.

Yet, thanks to Bai Lang's astonishing physical constitution and some inexplicable force, the rate at which those bacteria died matched their rate of growth.

More precisely, they were dying slightly faster than they were growing, which was why Bai Lang could still stand here perfectly steady.

He was completely unaffected by Poison Ivy.

"...I'm a little special..."

Bai Lang looked at the sexy, uninhibited Poison Ivy across from him and explained expressionlessly.

"...An interesting man." Poison Ivy remembered him.

But in her eyes, the most important thing today was helping Harley fulfill her wish.

Kill Batman and avenge that damned Joker.

Harley Quinn held an AK in one hand and raised a rocket launcher with the other.

Her lips split into a wide grin, her face twisting into a crazed smile.

"Hee-hah! Let's see how many people die tonight!"

Her gaze settled on Bai Lang and the other two, her smile wanton and unhinged.

"Sorry, you three—you're my hostages now!"