บท 5: Chapter 5 The Action Begins
The criminals outside the building were very careful to explore any possible hiding places.
Even on the rooftop of the building, there are snipers closely watching everyone's movements.
This is not something a normal gang would do.
But I believe that even a normal gang would find it difficult to integrate the entire Hell's Kitchen into one iron barrel.
It would be quite difficult for Wayne to enter the building normally and get the supplies he needed.
But Wayne had no intention of knocking on the door politely and entering the building from the beginning.
Isn't night the best time for bat to hunt?
"Is there any problem?"
The sniper on the rooftop listened to the voice on the intercom and said calmly to the other end: "Nothing, not even a ghost."
"We can't take it lightly, otherwise the boss will skin us alive." The person on the other end of the intercom was obviously more relaxed.
"Just stay in your monitoring room and eat your hamburger." The sniper chewed his gum and pulled off his headphones.
The guy's laughter was heard from the monitoring room.
"Hahaha."
"Damn bastard." The sniper felt really uncomfortable. He was exposed to the wind and rain here, while the other one could stay indoors and eat.
However, he had no choice because there were always unfair things in this world.
He held his breath again, focused his gaze on the sight in front of him, and observed the surroundings.
Suddenly, a dark shadow flashed across the small field of vision.
The sniper instantly scanned around with his sniper scope, trying to find the figure that flashed by.
But there was nothing around, as if it was just an illusion.
The sniper shifted his gaze away from the scope and shook his head.
"Sometimes even the best sniper in the world will have hallucinations." He smiled and shook his head.
"Sometimes, what you see is not an illusion."
A low and terrifying voice sounded behind the sniper.
The sniper's originally warm body suddenly felt like it was falling into an ice cellar.
He couldn't be sure whether the person behind him was a human or a ghost.
"Who are you?" the sniper tried to talk to the guy behind him.
Wayne stood behind him calmly, watching the guy make some small movements.
"A criminal." Wayne leaned over and covered the sniper's mouth and nose, controlled his head, and smashed it on the edge of the roof.
After the muffled sound.
There was no sound of pain, only a body slowly relaxing.
The sniper has lost his consciousness.
The sniper's position is indeed a good place to observe all positions, but it is of no use to Wayne.
And behind him is a skylight through which you can see the top floor of the building.
There were a few guys there laughing and toasting each other.
A man hugged a pretty girl with a hot body and touched her all over.
On the coffee table between them were stacks of US dollars, and not far away was a safe for storing more cash.
Wayne has found what he was looking for.
It's simple why these guys would leave all that cash like that.
In the eyes of these guys who sell illegal drugs, money is not the most important thing.
The most important thing is their goods.
But in Wayne's eyes, the goods need to be destroyed, and the US dollars need to be used to build his own base.
Looking down at the obscene scene below, Wayne needed a moment, a moment for them all to relax.
When one begins the most primitive activity, the second one is not far away.
The guy below inhaled the white powder in front of him into his nostrils, let out a long sigh of enjoyment, and leaned back on his sofa.
The woman next to her squatted down quite skillfully.
"Well~hahaha!! This is the life we should live!!!" The guy was obviously a little mentally disturbed because of the contraband and laughed loudly.
No one around would laugh at him.
Because other people feel the same way.
"What Spider-Man, what superhero! He's just a wimp who doesn't dare to kill anyone! Hahaha! This time he's killed by the boss."
The man holding the whiskey glass was quite calm about everything that was happening in front of him.
"If those guys weren't so annoying, we would have been enjoying the best life."
Perhaps because he was talking about Spider-Man, he got angry and one of the guys directly pulled the woman next to him over.
When they looked up and waited for the woman to serve them, they found a figure on the skylight looking at them quietly.
"What are you looking at?"
The guy pulled out his gun and was about to make the guy do his job honestly.
Wayne moved.
Leaping high, the cloak behind him blocked the moonlight, revealing a very realistic bat logo.
"Bang!!"
The sound of breaking glass made those who hadn't gotten high yet tremble all over.
The brightest light was blown up by a bat dart the moment Wayne came down.
The remaining lights were dim and weak, making the space seem extremely ambiguous.
And when Wayne fell down, it was destined that tonight would not be a happy night for them.
"Son", the man who was directly controlled by Wayne, wanted to say something harsh, but all he got was an iron fist from Wayne.
One punch and the man might have to live on liquid food for the rest of his life.
The entire face was covered in scarlet blood, and there were a few bloody teeth scattered around.
It looks like
a dead dog?
Except for the guy who was already high, everyone came to their senses instantly. They took out their pistols and pointed them at Wayne.
Before they could fire, Wayne had already pulled the trigger of his hook gun.
The sharp barb pierced one of the men's thigh.
"ah!!!"
The man's cry of pain had no effect on Wayne.
Wayne unceremoniously used the man as his weapon, swinging him around and knocking down everyone around him.
He pulled the trigger again and pulled the man in front of him. Wayne punched the man in the chest and knocked him away.
Without giving them any chance to react, Wayne used his speed to get in front of one of the guys.
The speed and strength were fully demonstrated at this moment. He hugged the guy's body with one hand and threw him over his shoulder with great force.
With Wayne's help, the guy smashed the sofa next to him.
The guy who was high before was still there laughing crazily, totally unaware that there were no more guys he was familiar with around.
She even waved to Wayne: "Come on! I like threesomes."
Wayne's response was brief and powerful. He punched the man in the face again and again until the man was no longer recognizable.
But what Wayne was sure of was that the guy was not dead.
(End of this chapter)
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