Spine Gu: Devouring from the Spirit Cage

Soon, the messy shop was quiet, and Rocco shrank into the sofa chair, and began to recall the tedious original plot of the movie.

at the same time.

A factory a few streets away.

This is the gang lair of the Black Eye Society.

"Big Brother, Second Brother~ You must be so angry for me!"

"That yellow-skinned monkey doesn't pay attention to us at all!"

The man with dreadlocks was paralyzed on a spring bed, crying loudly under the doctor's bandage.

At this time, a large group of vicious men surrounded him, constantly brandishing control knives, clamoring to make the Chinese restaurant pay the price.

The leader is a black bald head, who also has a black eyeball tattoo, coupled with the horizontal flesh and scars on his face, he is as ugly as a snake dog.

Next to him, there was a white man with black eyes and an afro, dressed like a fun guy who needed a beating, with a dagger twirling in his hand.

"Be specific!"

The black-bald man said angrily, stroking the dreadlocked man's cheek regretfully.

He is the leader of the Black Eye Society. He has been in the society since he was a child. He participated in the Gotham riot organized by Bain when he was young. He was released from the Black Gate Prison two years ago.

How could such a person wash his hands in a golden basin, form his own small force again after he came out, and live an extremely nourishing life in this three-acre land.

However, now there is a small restaurant owner who is challenging his dignity?

"Brother, that miscellaneous hair not only flattened us, but also trampled on our dignity wantonly!"

"He used Huaxia Kungfu and beat us all to the ground in just a few seconds. In the next few minutes, he made us break each other's ribs!"

"If we don't do it, he'll snap off our fingers woo woo woo!"

The black bald head lowered his head, watching the eight free fingers of the man with dreadlocks fall into silence, and subconsciously stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"The most insulting thing is that before he left, he asked us to wash the dishes for him!"

The man with dirty braids never closed his mouth, talking non-stop like popping popcorn. If he turned on the double speed, it would be a rap track full of affection and real feeling.

"Can you do so many things in a few minutes?" Afro, the second in command of the Black Eye Society, asked curiously, "So, have you washed it yet?"

"Wash it, wash it, or I won't be able to meet you today," the man with the dirty braids cried bitterly, "He also said that Gotham is a place with simple folk customs, and everyone will get along with each other in the future! I think he is a psychopath .”

Afro frowned, and asked doubtfully, "Another escaped from Arkham Asylum?"

"He also said that he would accompany him at any time." The man with dirty braids added, implying that you, brother, go hack that guy to death and send him off.

The black bald head took a deep breath, and immediately said, "Tonight we will meet the so-called kung fu boy, and let him understand that guns are king in Gotham!"

The doctor swallowed, and said with difficulty, "Boss, I can only deal with the superficial trauma briefly. The injuries on his body must be sent to the hospital immediately."

"Huh? Is it that serious? Isn't he very lively?" Afro said.

The doctor twitched the corners of his mouth, "In Eastern terms, it's likely to be a flashback."

Half a minute later, a van full of wounded people drove out of the factory in a hurry.

However, as soon as he got on the main road, a speeding large truck hit him head-on.

In the heart-piercing "No—" of the black bald head, the van became a buffer between the truck and the wall on the spot, and the people inside did not escape in the end.

With two bangs, the black bald head dealt with the drugged truck driver.

Holding one of the dreadlocked man's protruding fingers, he raised his head and roared, "Bastard, I will make you pay with blood!"

A younger brother opened the driver's seat and found a small package of medicine underneath. After identifying it, he hesitated and said, "Boss, this seems to be our product."

The black bald head was full of anger as if his throat was stuck, and he kicked his younger brother with a complex expression, "Copy guy, tie that bastard back tonight, and bury him for the dead brother!"

……

It's getting dark.

There are [-]% fewer pedestrians on the street than during the day.

If it weren't for the lights upstairs, it would be no different from an empty ghost town.

Including the criminals who used to like the night, they were all hidden in bars and billiard halls, not wanting to be targeted by Batman.

wow~

Rocco pulled down the shutter door, put on a black coat and walked out of the shop, ready to take a stroll around this famous capital of civilization.

A figure in an alley followed silently behind him, making it clear that it was the eyeliner arranged by Heiyanhui, and he took out his phone to send a text message.

Rocco scanned around with his corner of the eye, and thoughtfully found a path leading to an abandoned park, and wandered around slowly.

Since he wanted to court death, he would definitely not refuse anyone who came.

In Gotham, it is worthwhile to do something to do as the Romans do.

Susu~

Not long after, the sound of rustling footsteps came from all directions.

Hundreds of people from the Black Eye Society were present, intending to chop Luo Ke into pieces to vent their anger.

"Don't give him a chance to beg for mercy, cut off his hands and feet first!" The black bald head jumped onto the ceiling of a children's slide, holding a spray gun, as if declaring that I was the bully of the kindergarten.

Dozens of members headed by Afro quickly approached, taking out sharp sabers in an enveloping formation.

The remaining hundreds of people all held guns to watch the show and eat melons.

"I heard that you know Chinese Kung Fu, so I'll try it with Brazilian war dance!" Afro held the dagger tightly in his backhand, strode forward, and swung his legs flexibly and explosively.

puff~

The muffled sound of flesh being pierced.

Rocco reached out and snatched the dagger, then stabbed him in the abdomen and kicked him to the ground.

After a short period of sluggishness, the rest of the people also launched wide-ranging attacks.

Luo Ke pulled out the dagger nailed to the explosive head with his backhand, and slit the throats of eighteen people with two random swings.

"Uuuuuuu!"

The explosive head was still breathing, staring weakly at the blood bubbling from the abdominal wound, and couldn't help whimpering in fear, chirping so harshly.

"Don't make noise, just give it back to you."

Luo Ke comforted him, and inserted the dagger back into the hole in his abdomen, twisting it around.

"Ugh-"

The opening was blocked, but Keren died immediately, staring at Luo Ke with reluctance.

"Kill him directly!"

The black bald head was dumbfounded, why the second brother is cold even before the ground is hot.

All of a sudden, all the members pulled out their pistols in unison and fired cleanly.

Bang bang bang!

The gunfire rang out and stopped.

Hundreds of people fell down with a crash, like cutting wheat.

There is a bullet hole pierced by bullets between their eyebrows, and they all died from their own firepower driven by the power of thought.

Only the black bald head was still stiff and numb, "How did you do it? You are not an ordinary person!"

While speaking, he mustered up the courage to pull the trigger.

The dense shotgun shells scattered flowers like a goddess, giving Rocco a refreshing head massage.

"Impossible~ you?!"

Under his unbelievable gaze, Luo Ke flew up out of thin air, and bronze dragon scales quickly appeared on his body, arming himself into an ancient armored warrior full of killing blood.

"Perhaps, you can call me... Lord of Sparks."

The black bald head took a breath, and ran away without saying a word.

hum!

But while running, a wind blade blew past, splitting the place in two.

Luo Ke turned his head and looked at the staring corpses on the ground, feeling evil in his heart, took out a familiar object from the warehouse, and inserted it into an abandoned rocking chair.

The next day.

Dozens of police officers were moving inside and outside the cordon. Whenever someone passed the road leading to the abandoned park, they would frown or retch.

"Fack! I shouldn't be eating spaghetti bolognese early in the morning."

"Fortunately, I haven't eaten yet. This guy is too miserable. What was it that cut him in half?"

Several forensic doctors squatted in front of the black-bald body to take samples on the spot. What surprised them was that the cut surface was so smooth that it was incomprehensible, and there were no metal substances left.

"Director, these people are a gang in this area, called the Black Eye Society. I have sent someone to conduct an in-depth investigation into the situation of this organization."

A senior police officer recounts the details to an elderly man who has just arrived.

Director Gordon strode into the park with meteoric strides. When he saw the tragic scene inside, his heart skipped a beat.

"what is this?"

He pointed to the star-shaped metal object on the rocking car.

"It should be the mark left by the murderer, a status symbol similar to the bat dart," the police officer analyzed, "but his methods are more ruthless and decisive than Batman."

Gordon rubbed his temples, "Hundreds of people died in the same way, with bullets in the eyebrows, impartiality, no other signs of fighting, no signs of struggling or fleeing at the scene, it's not like ordinary humans do."

Batman came back out of the rivers and lakes, the Superman issue was endlessly disputed, and the world was panicked. At this time, another mysterious person ran out of his jurisdiction, and Gordon, who was already tired, felt exhausted.

At this time, there was a noise from the rear, and the shutter sounded continuously.

You don't need to look back to know that the group of reporters must have swarmed over after smelling the fishy smell.

"Director, I found a piece of information," a young police officer trotted over, "The Black Eye Society had a conflict with a Chinese restaurant yesterday..."

Half an hour later, Roche Restaurant.

"You are Rocco? The owner of this store?" Gordon pulled out a chair and sat in.

Luo Ke calmly replied, "Yes, what would you sir want to eat?"

"The ones who made trouble in your store yesterday were members of the Black Eye Society, but they were wiped out in an abandoned park this morning, and none of them survived." Gordon's flat tone seemed to be telling a story.

Hearing this, Irene and Wang Teng were taken aback. They looked at Luo Ke in disbelief, and then at Gordon.

"It's really unfortunate, Gotham is really dangerous." Luo Ke sighed.

The two clerks always felt that the murderer was by my side, but they were not so stupid as to reveal their suspicions to the police. After all, this is Gotham, so what about punishing evil and promoting good like Batman?

"I heard that you beat several strong men away?" Gordon asked.

"Well, I learned martial arts since I was a child, and it's easy to deal with a few street gangsters," Luo Ke replied calmly, with a light smile, "You doubt it's me? That's a whole gang, and I'm not a superman."

Gordon looked at it seriously for a while, knowing that he couldn't get anything out of asking, so he got up and left. Before leaving, he said, "If you find anything, please let us know."

He left, but there were two more plainclothes police officers nearby.

In his opinion, Luo Ke has certain suspicions, but it is by no means one of the doubts. It is more likely that other forces did it.

After all, even if it is Batman, without preparation, it is difficult to kill hundreds of people with headshots at the same time.

……

Night falls.

wow~

The sea water gathers into waves and beats against the stone embankment of the pier.

This is a port in Gotham, where a cruise ship called the White Portuguese docks.

Many people on the shore were responding and carefully moved a box into the truck.

Inside the box was that sizeable piece of precious kryptonite!

This group of people belonged to the Lex Group. To be precise, it was Lex Luthor, the man behind the frenzy between Superman and Batman. Even hatred.

He is also one of the villains of the Justice League.