Kapitel 26: I wanted to skip two chapters
The waiter at the entrance of the Continental Hotel opened his eyes wide, watching the motorcycle with huge wide tires rushing towards him, and hurriedly dodged to the side.
Boom! !
The bulletproof glass of the hotel entrance shattered.
The steel frame on the wall, which was like paper, was crushed into twisted scrap metal by the motorcycle.
Chi chi chi!
Then, the motorcycle rubbed on the floor of the hall, leaving a striking black tire mark.
Finally, it stopped.
The man on the motorcycle got off the motorcycle, wearing a black armor and a helmet with pointed ears. His eyes were a little cold, and he looked around and was very calm.
At the door.
The waiter who successfully dodged reacted.
He took out a gun from his waist and pointed it at the man in front of him.
"Batman?"
He happened to have seen this popular movie that was recently released, and he knew the role that this costume corresponded to: "Where did the psychopath come from? Don't move! If you want to go wild in the Continental Hotel, you may not be good enough..."
Bang! !
Anton had a blank expression on his face, flipped his big hand, and threw a bat dart.
Chi chi!
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the gun fell to the ground.
The waiter's wrist was cut off, revealing a painful expression. He stood in a pool of blood with his hand covering his severed hand, looking at the person playing the movie character in front of him, his eyes full of horror.
"Are you serious?"
A thought came to his mind. He didn't intend to fight to the end, and he didn't even dare to think of revenge. He picked up the severed hand and turned around to run away.
He couldn't afford to offend such a fierce man.
As for the severed hand, he would go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible, and he could still reattach it.
I heard that there is a good surgeon from Strange.
At the same time.
Anton's arrival attracted the attention of the Continental Hotel.
"Is there anyone making trouble?"
"Killing people in the Continental Hotel, you violated the hotel's rules. Do you want to die?"
In an instant, the guests in the hotel consciously retreated.
The other waiters, including the killers gathered here, all cast their eyes on Anton, who was standing next to the motorcycle in the middle of the hall.
"Rules?"
Anton glanced at the person who said this, and said in a low voice: "I came here to establish new rules."
"Kill him!"
someone shouted.
Before the voice fell, people raised their guns and pulled the trigger at the same time.
Whoosh!
In their astonished eyes, the motorcycle disappeared.
Also missing was Anton, who was playing Batman beside the motorcycle.
Click, click, click!
Bat darts were fired one after another.
The brightly lit Continental Hotel suddenly fell into darkness.
Blurry shadows kept flickering.
The bullet was ejected, and the erupting flames could only reflect the height of the shadow, but could not cause any harm to Batman in the dark.
"Ahhh!"
"Where is it?"
"Shit! I'm going to kill you!"
...
The top floor area of the Continental Hotel.
Winston received a message from his men and turned on the surveillance screen on TV, only to see darkness.
But the sound of boiling gunfire and endless screams suddenly resounded throughout the room.
"Who is making trouble?"
He frowned, his eyes full of anger.
"Uh..."
When the subordinate reported, he paused before saying, "Batman."
"Who is he?"
Winston had never heard of this name. Listening to the endless gunfights and screams coming from the dark surveillance screen, his face was solemn: "Who is Batman? He should not be an unknown person."
"It's a movie character."
The subordinate's face was strange.
To be honest, when he received the news, he felt exactly the same as Winston.
"Movie character?"
Winston looked puzzled, but his anger did not diminish at all.
In any case, someone broke into his territory and trampled on the rules in his territory unscrupulously... This is no longer a simple face issue.
If it is not handled properly, he will even have to give up his position as the person in charge of the Continental Hotel.
The High Table will not allow its dignity to be offended in this way.
"Send out all the killers!"
Winston's face was cold: "I want him to die in front of me immediately."
"Don't worry."
The subordinate nodded: "The order has been issued."
"Yes."
Winston's eyes were deep, suppressing his anger, and then he said: "Go check the identity of this Batman, I want to find out what's going on."
...
The lobby of the Continental Hotel.
In the darkness, the huge bat shadow shuttled in the dark corners, as if suspended in the air, harvesting the combat power of all the killers present. One by one,
they fell in a pool of blood with serious injuries, but no one died.
The successive defeats made the whole hall groan constantly, turning into a purgatory on earth.
The killers fell in a pool of blood, enduring the severe pain, and saw the illusory figure, continuing to shuttle through the crowd, like the god of death holding a scythe, with fear in his eyes.
If they were given another chance, they swore that they would not stay and shoot at the enemy, but turn around and run away like the first waiter.
This is Batman's way of fighting violence with violence.
To a certain extent, in terms of creating panic among gang members, even the Joker cannot compare with Batman's deterrence.
What Anton has to do is to step on the corpse of the Continental Hotel and establish his own order.
After this battle, he not only wants to make the name of Batman appear in the underground world, but also let everyone know that the Batman who came out of nowhere is definitely not a small character playing house. Soon
.
Amidst the wailing everywhere, Anton walked towards the stairs and turned into a staircase god of war.
After warming up, Anton became more and more familiar with the skill information belonging to Bruce Wayne in his memory. This kind of enlightenment and reborn change can probably only be reflected by the word "opening the door".
In short, facing these ordinary killers, Anton accepted all who came and killed as many as he could.
Boom! !
The powerful shotgun made Anton raise his eyebrows.
A black man in a suit and leather shoes, full of elite style, stood in the corner with a shotgun in his hand, leaning against the wall, squinting his eyes and concentrating, observing Anton's movements with subtle sounds.
Obviously, the black guy was not surprised that the first shot of the surprise attack just now failed to hit Anton.
This is probably a killer at the same level as John Wick.
There are many talented people in the Continental Hotel, most of whom are proficient in killing and interrogation techniques. Unfortunately, these are all left over from Bruce Wayne.
Anton calmly stepped into the corridor.
Boom! !
The black guy turned around and pulled the trigger.
To put it bluntly, Batman's basic armor is better than a tights. In order not to affect flexibility, it only has a light power system. It is not as exaggerated as other world-destroying armor, but it also has a certain blessing for Anton's combat effectiveness at this time.
The key is that with the protection of the armor, Anton can let go of his hands and feet.
Bang! !
Anton stood still and let the huge impact spread in his chest.
"What?"
The black guy widened his eyes, revealing the white part of his eyes.
He couldn't imagine that this mysterious man who likes role-playing, the armor he wears, can even defend against the amazingly powerful shotgun.
This is no ordinary equipment. It is
comparable to military technology!
At this time, the names that flashed through his mind were all advanced arms giants in the Marvel world, such as Stark Industries, Hammer Industries, and Oscorp.
"Hehe."
Anton raised the corner of his lips and came to the guy.
Bang!
With just one punch, he blasted the black man who blocked his way away, leaving him lying on the ground spitting blood.
Then, he stepped over the fallen black man and came to a metal door.
Bang!
Another punch broke the circuit board, and using the skill "Elaborate Knowledge" to easily open the metal door that should have been airtight.
The room inside the door.
A man holding a glass and drinking whiskey stared at Anton with an ugly face.
"Winston, I thought you could let me write two chapters."
Anton was quite disappointed: "In the end, you only wrote one chapter."
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