Batcycle keeps traveling through the streets and alleys of Gotham.
The engine processed by special technology makes almost no noise, and the two people lying on the motorcycle look like a big black mouse running through the streets of Gotham with great speed.
Nightwing asked in a muffled voice.
"I have a question."
"Speak."
Shane quickly grasped the essence of Batman. He spoke in a concise and concise way. The bat cape behind him was blown by the wind while driving at high speed.
"Why am I riding Batcycle?"
Nightwing twisted the handlebar, with a bit of gritted teeth in his tone. He glanced through the rearview mirror at Shane's eyes behind him that were obscured by the bat Helmet, but no extra expression could be seen.
"I've never ridden such a high-end thing."
Yes.
Shane was wearing Bat-suit, sitting in the back seat and hugging Nightwing's waist tightly, with the cold metal Battle Armor pressed against Nightwing's back.
This feels so weird, especially when Nightwing lowers his head, he can see that the barbed blade on bat Gauntlet is almost touching his abdominal muscles, and the sharp blade is glowing with cold light.
After swallowing a sip of saliva, Nightwing relaxed a little.
"Then why did you veto me when I wanted to choose a tank just now?"
"Fighting criminals is often an emergency situation, and the closed structure of the tank makes it difficult to jump out of the vehicle."
Shane's plain voice explained.
Batcycle's speed gradually slowed down, the road ahead became more and more desolate, and the originally sparsely lit streets fell completely into darkness.
In the distance, in the direction of the seaside pier, there was a faint flicker of fire.
The voice of Oracle came from the headset.
"Oracle called Bat-Team and targeted Gotham Linhai Pier. A small-scale fight broke out between the gangs of Penguin and Black Mask. The conflict is currently controllable, but the number of people on both sides is still slowly increasing."
"Received."
Nightwing raised his hand and pressed the headset, and couldn't help but glance at Shane through the rearview mirror.
Aquaman previously prohibited Gotham residents near the port from engaging in fishing and related maritime operations.
Gotham Pier, which is already prone to harboring dirt and evil, is now even more inaccessible.
The stranded ships and empty warehouses have become perfect bases for gangsters to operate secretly.
Nightwing braked hard and stopped the motorcycle a hundred meters away from the dock, and gave Shane a quick warning.
"Division of labor, you deal with Penguin; I will deal with Black Mask, a quick victory."
Shane nodded slightly and raised his hand to adjust the bat Helmet.
"Okay."
"And the most important thing."
Nightwing moved forward and raised his fingers again.
"You are not allowed to kill, you can only subdue them, there is no dead end."
"Okay."
Shane nodded again, a hint of unnoticeable excitement flashing through his eyes.
He just comes out to have fun, and essentially the people on earth have no interest in him fighting.
After confirming that it was correct, Nightwing's figure flashed and merged into the shadow of the container. His movements were crisp and agile.
Shane lowered his head and glanced at the Bat-grappling gun hanging on his waist. After a brief reflection, he still chose to float at low altitude.
The feet are less than half a centimeter above the ground, and while performing precise micro-control, they are also very fast.
The stacked containers at the dock were used as bunkers. Penguin's men were all wearing white shirts, black vests, and icebergs Badge pinned to their collars.
Black Mask's men were wearing black suits and black hoods on their faces.
Both sides suppressed their anger and cursed while waiting for opportunities to retaliate. Both sides were going back and forth, but neither dared to let go. The pistols equipped with silencers made few gunshots, and the volume of curses was deliberately lowered.
After all, Batman only disappeared briefly for one night, and the lingering power was still there. He was afraid of attracting the old bat if he made too much noise.
"Action!"
A short call from Nightwing suddenly came from the Shane headset that had been secretly placed on the outer layer of the container at the edge of the battlefield.
As three smoke bombs landed and exploded, white smoke instantly filled the air, and two black figures jumped into the battlefield, one on the left and one on the right.
"It's Batman!"
The familiar opening touched the nerves of some gangsters, and I don't know who was the first to scream in surprise.
Nightwing's figure flashed, and under the cover of smoke, he rushed straight in the direction of Black Mask. The short stick in his hand instantly unfolded, and he swung it towards the nearest Black Mask's subordinate, his movements as fast as lightning.
Just hearing a "muffled groan", the subordinate fell to the ground and lost consciousness.
He didn't pause at all, tossing and turning, using cover to avoid the opponent's gun line, as if he was performing elegant circus moves.
But as the short stick rose and fell, the ruthless force caused Black Mask's men to fall to the ground one after another.
In just a few dozen seconds, seven people had been brought down.
On the other side, Batman disguised as Shane showed no intention of looking for a bunker and rushed straight in the direction of Penguin.
Even without looking at the photos in advance, the characteristics of Penguin are too obvious.
Penguin saw Batman rushing towards him without saying a word, his heart suddenly shrank, and he yelled at his men.
"Shoot, shoot to stop him, don't let him come over!"
But the next operation of Batman made them all dumbfounded.
This man didn't hide from the line of fire at all, he didn't look for cover at all, he just stood up and down, crouched and jumped, and all the bullets fired at him were missed.
"Something's wrong... was he so flexible before?"
A Penguin boy asked the people around him with a puzzled face.
The other boy was even more dumbfounded, and the muzzle of his gun lowered subconsciously.
"What the hell, have you ever seen Batman turn 720 degrees sideways in the air to avoid bullets!"
Penguin We don't have time to curse now.
Because Batman was almost in front of his eyes.
Just as he had time to unfold the special umbrella, and before the hidden weapon could be activated, the edge of the umbrella was grabbed by Batman, and the umbrella was snatched away with a force and speed that was impossible to resist.
Penguin's face was pale and his legs were weak, but he still managed to grin and sneer.
"It seems that you had a good rest yesterday. You were not so flexible before."
Shane remained silent, but raised his fists, the excitement in his eyes getting stronger and stronger.
"Batman, wait, we have to talk carefully, I surrender!"
The low, life-threatening sound disappeared in a flash.
"650!"
A "snap" sound hit Penguin's fat face.
Penguin was knocked to the ground by a punch, blood instantly poured out of his mouth, half of his teeth were spat out, and his cheeks swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"You... you're crazy!"
Penguin covered his face and shouted in shock and fear.
"This is against the rules! We haven't started trading tonight, but there was some friction due to a little dispute. You shouldn't have been so harsh!"
"850!"
A sharp sweep across the leg hit Penguin hard on the ribs.
There were several "clicks" and the ribs on half of Penguin's body were instantly crushed. The severe pain made his eyes black, his whole body twitching, more blood gushed out of his mouth, and it became difficult to breathe.
Shane's movements paused for a moment.
Is the number Nightwing said correct? Why did you hit it for the second time? Looking at it from the other side, it looked like you were about to burp.
Penguin Hahaha vomited a few mouthfuls of blood and suddenly roared.
"Shoot! Take out your rifle and kill this madman!"
Ang~ I can still scream.
Shane squatted down quickly and raised his fists high.
"1500!"
After a heavy punch gave Penguin a shattered calf bone, Shane avoided the dense rain of bullets at a speed that reached the limit of human vision, and ran towards Black Mask without stopping.
At this time, Nightwing had just knocked down the last person under Black Mask, and was about to rush towards Black Mask himself, when he noticed a black figure rushing towards him quickly.
Oracle's uncontrollable voice started to make noise in Nightwing's headset.
"This is outrageous!"
Oracle's shouts caused Shane's movements to pause slightly for a tenth of a second.
It seems that he feels that he is indeed a little too indulgent and his style is a little off - after all, he is here to pretend to be Batman.
He took out a smoke bomb from his waist and threw it on the ground. The white smoke exploded instantly, completely covering him and Black Mask, who was already close to him, in the smoke.
"650!" "850!" "1500!"
After three muffled sounds, accompanied by Black Mask's shrill screams, Shane rushed out of the smoke and greeted Nightwing while running.
"Let's go to the next place."