Against the Assassin League, Miao Mu wanted a decisive blow—one that would strike them where it hurt most.
Otherwise, with assassination attempts every other day, not even a Transformer could withstand that kind of torment.
They said there were only thieves who stole for a thousand days, never guards who stood watch for a thousand days. Especially not against assassins and killers who wanted people dead.
Miao Mu had deliberated over this setup for a long time. First, the bait had to be valuable enough, or those assassins would never move out together.
Miao Mu alone... wasn't even qualified to serve as bait. But adding Batman changed everything.
Miao Mu knew perfectly well about the tangled history between Batman and the Assassin League. The Assassin League would never let this opportunity pass.
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it. Now, the oriole had emerged!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat... The Thompson submachine gun roared through the pitch-black night, muzzle flashes flickering.
It swept directly across the assassins. No matter how they dodged, they could only shift their vital areas aside. The storm of bullets still turned one assassin into a sieve.
"Kill them!"
Jerry roared as he gripped his submachine gun. The Arkham police officers in the carriage gritted their teeth and charged out, raising their weapons and pulling the triggers, the recoil twisting their faces into grimaces.
The Thompson submachine gun, a standard Mafia weapon, had earned a formidable reputation in Chicago. Tonight, the Assassin League would learn why it was called the Chicago Typewriter!
And what Gotham's welcoming ceremony looked like!
At such close range, several assassins were shot dead in an instant and collapsed to the ground. Blood poured continuously from their wounds, spreading freely across the street.
"How dare you!"
The violent gunfire forced Talia to