"Take your people and leave Gotham."
Batman looked at Ra's al Ghul, who had fallen... been glued to the ground, and spoke in a low voice.
Ra's al Ghul said nothing, his face ashen and his heart filled with boundless regret. Deep down, he had never believed in Bruce Wayne's no-killing rule. During their fierce battle, he had ended up like this while trying to dodge his opponent's laser weapons.
As it turned out, the lights glowing in the armor's eyes were merely two high-powered searchlights.
"If you refuse, I won't kill you, but..."
Bruce Wayne paused, and the armor's background music obligingly supplied a perfectly timed line.
"Hey! Ha!"
He suddenly broke into a violent coughing fit and immediately shut off the armor's power.
Bang!
Flame flashed from the M1911's muzzle. Blood burst from the chest of a black-clad assassin who had just vaulted over the roof's edge, and he pitched forward. Li Jie caught the submachine gun he dropped, sprayed a hail of bullets at the opposite rooftop as he ran, then dove behind a water tank and changed his pistol's magazine.
"Strange..."
Two officers defending the rooftop had died, and one had been wounded-the precinct's worst casualties so far. The League of Assassins' attacks had been relentless, but never particularly intense. Dozens of them had fallen during their advance, yet there was no sense of tension or pressure.
"It's like they're deliberately sending them to die..."
Muttering, he raised the SR-25 and scanned his surroundings, only to discover that the League of Assassins' forces were retreating into the distance like an ebbing tide.
"??"
"That's it?" The attack had started with a bang and ended with a whimper, leaving him baffled.
"Ed, anything unusual?"
"Nothing in the sewers for now, and nothing inside the precinct either.