From Gotham to Night City, my notoriety is known to everyone

There was no struggle or scream, and the man who was attacked fainted instantly.

Wurz saw clearly that the silver shadow jumped down from the roof. After a free fall of more than ten meters, it used the unfortunate guy below as a cushion and landed gracefully on the ground.

"bat--"

wrong!

Batman was dressed in black, but the man not far away was dressed in snow-white silver.

After seeing the silver mask on his face, Wurtz cursed in his heart: Another freak in a leather suit! The Joker killed several Batman imitators, but it seemed that there was no deterrent effect at all!

Something went wrong with tonight's operation, retreat first!

Just as Wurtz was about to turn around and run away, he heard an electronic voice disguised by a voice changer coming from the intercom: "Michael Wurtz, Rafe Booker, James Long, you three scums of the major crime squad think you can still escape? Surrender obediently and I will spare your lives."

Wurz's hands on the steering wheel suddenly froze.

The person in front of them had already revealed the true identities of the three of them. Even if they could escape tonight, they would never be able to appear openly in the future.

Maroni hates useless trash. If they run away like this, they will never be able to hold their heads up high again.

That being the case...

Then let’s give it a try!

Seeing the position of the man in silver, a hint of violence flashed in Wurz's eyes. He quickly turned the steering wheel with both hands and stepped on the accelerator at the same time.

The shiny suit was obviously high-end, probably bulletproof like Batman's suit. But as long as he was still flesh and blood, he would definitely not feel good if he was hit by a speeding car.

With the full supply of gasoline, the engine instantly let out a high-pitched roar.

Gotham's newly replaced police car rushed at full speed and rammed into the man in silver.

This reckless rush really scared the other party. The man put down the golden gun in his hand and raised his left hand towards the direction of the car.

Five fingers together with fingertips pointing up, this is a gesture often made by traffic police, which means "stop".

But Wurtz won't stop. He wants to knock the freak in front of him to death and let him know the consequences of meddling in other people's business in Gotham City!

"go to hell!"

*

The two sides were dozens of meters apart, and coupled with the noise produced by the vehicle sprinting at full speed, Leo certainly didn't hear what the bald man driving was saying.

But the ferocious look on his face and the way he stepped on the accelerator clearly showed that he had no good intentions.

He originally wanted to use a gun to blow up the tires and force the other people to get out of the car.

Now, he has changed his mind.

Simple math: A 2010 Ford police car with four people on board is sprinting for 30 meters. How fast will it be when it reaches him?

Chunbai’s answer is no more than 40 kilometers per hour.

"No more than 40 kilometers... Harvey, who was sitting in the back seat, wouldn't have a big problem. At most he would have a minor fracture and concussion."

Leo waved his left hand and began to set up defensive fortifications in the open space in front of him.

Two cement blocks, placed side by side.

Worried that the obstacle was too light, he placed a lot of cement slabs at the back to reinforce it.

The total weight of the two is probably about 100 tons.

After doing all this, he leisurely stepped back a few steps, ready to wait for the other party to knock himself unconscious so that he could clean up the mess.

All this seemed to take a long time, but in fact only two seconds passed.

Wurz was driving the police car and had just rushed halfway when he saw a small hill of concrete slabs suddenly appear in front of him.

The figure of the man in silver was completely blocked by the hill and nothing could be seen.

His mind fell into a brief state of confusion, and for a moment he thought it was a trick, and that the other party was just using holographic projection or some other messed-up technology to block his vision.

But that concrete mountain… seven or eight meters wide and nearly three meters high… is so fucking scary!

Veins on his face were throbbing and his arms were shaking.

No, you can’t gamble, it’s better to be careful!

He hurriedly stepped on the brake with his right foot, but the distance was so short and the full speed sprint was only five seconds, so the brake he stepped on only slowed down the speed of the car slightly, and he inevitably hit the concrete pier.

Chi-

boom----

"It's fake, it's fake, it must be fake..."

He was still praying like this until the moment before the collision.

Unfortunately,

The deafening roar, the deformed hood, the popping airbag, the dizziness in the head and the severe pain in the calves all told him that the mountain was real!

First Look: Chapter 226: Saving Private Harvey Dent

boom--

The fortifications in front of them shook for a few seconds, shaking off the dust.

Leo pulled out the fingers that were blocking his ears and covered his mouth and nose instead.

It was a really thrilling battle, but unfortunately his opponent was too weak and fell down before he could even exert his strength.

He raised his left hand high and waved it forward handsomely. A drone flew out of the factory window and began reconnaissance in the sky.

In the thermal imaging picture, the police car on the other side of the cement mountain was in a horrible state.

The corrupt policeman named Wurtz turned the steering wheel at the last moment, slightly misaligning the front of the car, causing the passenger side to bear the main impact.

In vehicle impact testing, this is called a 25 percent frontal offset collision.

The result was that the A-pillar on the passenger side was slightly deformed, and the unlucky person sitting there was buried in the airbag, unable to move. No one knew whether he was dead or alive.

The other three seemed to be fine. Their good habit of wearing seat belts and the strong quality of the police car meant that they only suffered minor injuries.

The plan goes through!

Leo put his left hand flat and walked straight forward.

The concrete slab blocking his way disappeared out of thin air the moment of contact and returned to the space again.

The hill of concrete slabs disappeared like a phantom, just as abruptly as it had appeared.

The two cracked concrete piers were cruelly abandoned by him.

In the blink of an eye, the police car appeared again.

Leo kept his Krenzikov in fourth gear and approached the car cautiously.

Through the cracked windshield, he saw the bald man sweating profusely, holding his right leg and wailing loudly.

Click.

Leo opened the driver's door, but saw the man who was covering his legs and wailing in the previous second suddenly raised his right hand, and in his hand was a black police pistol.

His acting skills and reaction speed are indeed good, but Leo is no longer the ordinary programmer he used to be, and he has been on guard for a long time!

In bullet time, the man's arm moves as if in slow motion, and the trajectory is clearly visible.

Leo took out the Zero Smart Pistol with his right hand and aimed it at his head. His left hand shot out like lightning and grabbed his wrist.

Wurz was startled and tried to make a last-ditch effort.

But the silver-clad man's palm seemed to be made of steel, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it at all.

In his nervousness, he inadvertently tightened his index finger.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

"Uhhhhh-!"

A heart-wrenching scream came out of his throat again, and this time there was no acting at all.

The unfortunate fellow...shot himself in the right leg.

The bullet entered through the front of the thigh and exited through the kneecap.

Fortunately, it appears that no artery was hit.

Unfortunately, my kneecap was broken and I can no longer be a zhuagenbao.

Leo comforted her sympathetically: "Don't worry, if you can get out of prison in the future, you can go to Penguin. Both of you have lame right legs, maybe he will treat you as a good brother."

Severe pain, terror, despair, and the mockery of the man in silver all flooded into Wurz's mind, shattering his remaining sanity into pieces.

He could no longer think straight, and threatened subconsciously: "Do you know who you are against? In Gotham, if you dare to offend Maroni, you will die naked in the stinking ditch the next day! You——"

His threat was interrupted by a fist that rapidly enlarged in his sight.

Bang!

Titanium skeleton, subcutaneous armor, vital parts, deliberate punches!

Quadruple bonus, a super critical hit! !

Wurz's nose bone was shattered instantly, and along with it, all his thoughts.

Just one punch - successfully saved the criminal with a painful face from suffering.

Leo looked at the bald sturdy man who was "sleeping peacefully", took out a tissue with satisfaction, and carefully wiped the blood off his fist.

At least it was a moderate concussion, and the possibility of a severe concussion could be ruled out. Add to that the car crash and the leg injury, and this person and the passenger seat would both be crippled even if they survived.

"You deserve it!"

Leo stepped back nonchalantly.

He didn't care even if these two people died. He was just acting in self-defense and was fighting criminals. Even someone as paranoid as Batman couldn't say anything.

The next step is to deal with the last two.

As he opened the front door, the black policeman sitting in the back seat also pushed open the back door and dragged the unconscious Harvey out of the car.

His injuries were slightly less serious than those of the two preceding him, and he was barely able to stagger back with a hostage.

But this movement speed, which was slower than walking, was obviously not enough to escape Leo's pursuit.

He realized this himself, and stopped where he was, pressing his pistol against Harvey's temple.

"Don't come over here!" he shouted in horror, "I know your clothes are bulletproof, but the Attorney General's head is not bulletproof!"

Leo raised his pistol calmly.

"No, no, no - put the gun down! Please! Put the gun down! I don't want to kill him, I just want to leave, please let me go... As long as you let me go, I will leave Gotham immediately and never come back!"

The young black cop did his best to hide himself behind Harvey.

However, the muscles of a person in a coma are relaxed, making him heavier than when he is awake. He had a hard time holding up the sturdy Harvey with one hand, and soon he began to lose strength.

Leo had an idea and controlled the drone to dive and harass him.

Facing the whistling drone, the black police officer subconsciously turned his gun around. Although he reacted in less than a second and wanted to stop the action, it was too late.

boom!

With a light pull of the trigger, the smart pistol fired a tracking bullet in semi-automatic mode.

With the support of intelligent programs and algorithms, this so-called bullet, which is actually a caseless bullet of an ultra-micro guided missile, cleverly bypassed Harvey and accurately hit the right hand of the black policeman holding the gun.

"what!"

With a cry of surprise, his service pistol flew out of his hand.

At the critical moment, Leo couldn't help but look up to the decisiveness of this corrupt policeman - he let go of Harvey without hesitation and rushed towards the pistol that fell to the ground.

Quick reaction, good awareness... but it's useless.

"If you still want that hand, I advise you not to touch the gun again." An electronic synthesized voice came from behind, like the whisper of the god of death, "I am not Batman, you'd better not test my patience."

The pistol was less than a centimeter away from my fingertips, yet the distance seemed like an insurmountable chasm.

The young black policeman's fingertips trembled, and after extending and retracting them repeatedly several times, he slowly retracted them.