What is this? A robot?"
"Kill this damn thing!"
The gangsters were killed by a tiny guy, and all kinds of limbs and arms were scattered everywhere. They were in a panic and fired randomly, but the little Transformers were too agile and occasionally hit one or two bullets but it was useless.
Every time the little Transformers appear, there will be someone falling down with a scream, holding his lost feet in pain.
"This thing is... Are you the mechanic? You're a benefactor of the Stark Group, why are you going against our Falcon family?!"
Aaron, the leader, fired randomly, and the little Transformers avoided him under Donny's conscious control. He wanted to keep Aaron alive and ask for some information.
Anderson was stunned, his fists clenched. He had been prepared to fight to the death, but he hadn't expected this boss to be so powerful, almost killing them all in a flash! A mechanic? Could this young man be the one that people kept mentioning lately? If so, maybe he could really overthrow the Falcon family...
As Anderson's thoughts raced, the narrow alleyway transformed into a miniature purgatory, littered with the bodies of gang members. Many had their ankles chopped off, screaming in agony. For those still alive, Donnie shot them in the head, sending them on their way.
In the end, only Aaron survived, and he was almost terrified. He was a small leader, but he had never experienced such an enemy before. The extraordinary level was simply not something someone like him could participate in.
"You...you...monster!" Aaron muttered to himself, with a few drops of blood on his face.
Donnie kicked Aaron against the wall, grabbed his neck, and asked, "Tell me your position, all the information you know, and who sent you? And some of the Falken family's strongholds."
"I know!" Anderson stared at Aaron with a look of resentment. It was Aaron, this lackey, who led the way in destroying his family. "It's no secret that the Falken family has some strongholds, including several hotels. They are all Falken's property."
Aaron's face turned ashen, and the hand on his neck was squeezing him tightly like an iron clamp, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
"The Falken family sent me to clean up those who are detrimental to the family and nip any possible signs of hostility in the bud..." Aaron said breathlessly.
"You're lying. Your heartbeat just quickened a few times." Donnie said expressionlessly.
Aaron's expression changed. He took a few quick breaths to calm his heartbeat, swallowed, and said, "Someone paid me to come here at this time to get rid of Anderson and you."
"Oh? Wayne Enterprises sent you?"
"It should be... that person's move was very generous..."
Crunch!
The next second, Donnie broke Aaron's neck. Anderson looked at the scene in a daze, his head a little confused, not understanding what was going on.
"Wayne Enterprises? Aren't you the representative of Stark Group? Why would they want to get rid of you? And it's true that Aaron is from the Falcon family. All the rats in Gotham City know this." Anderson asked blankly.
"You actually believed what he said?" Donnie gave Anderson a meaningful look. "His first statement was indeed a lie. He wasn't sent by the Falken family this time. There's no need for them to easily become my enemy. It's not worth it..."
Donnie paused, then continued, "But again, his second statement was still a lie... Heart rate is a funny thing. The first time a lie is exposed, anyone's heart rate will speed up. Then, if they lie again, it's very hard to detect it through a heart rate test."
"Besides, it doesn't matter whether he is from Wayne Enterprises or not, because the result is the same regardless... People like him don't know much." Donnie narrowed his eyes, reached out his hand to put the little thing away, and slowly left the alley.
Anderson looked around blankly.
Donnie's words were a bit confusing, leaving him bewildered. What did he mean by "all the same"? Who was that? When Anderson looked up again, Donnie was already far away. Anderson's expression shifted, but he finally gritted his teeth and quickly followed.
As long as Donny doesn't reject him, he will follow Donny! Moreover, this person has just arrived in Gotham and must need a local boss. Anderson grew up in this city and is the best local boss!
An ordinary car on the roadside drove into the alley spontaneously without anyone driving, turned into a two-meter-tall Transformer, gathered the corpses together and threw them into the car, then quietly left without alarming anyone.
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A few hours later, someone discovered fresh blood all over the alley and quickly called the police. Several police cars roared around the alley, and a team of officers set up a long cordon to block off the scene.
Veteran police officer Gordon, as one of the few conscientious policemen in Gotham City in recent years, is dedicated to the public and never accepts any bribes. From the Falcon era to the current Falcon era, he has always adhered to his principles.
"What's going on? Any clues? Is it human blood or animal blood?" Gordon was the first to arrive at the scene. Since the chaotic era of Falcone, such large-scale vicious incidents have rarely occurred in recent years.
"The test results are out, it's all human blood, and it happened just a few hours ago," said a forensic doctor at the scene.
"Call up the cameras in this area."
"All the cameras here have been destroyed and cannot be checked. Even fingerprints cannot be found here."
Gordon punched the wall. What he hated most in his life were lawless criminals. Thanks to Batman, the Dark Knight, who fought against criminals, the city finally became a little better.
That night, the bat light lit up again, shining high into the clouds, carving a bat shadow in the sky. In the cold wind, Gordon couldn't help but wrap himself in his coat. He was getting old, and his health was getting worse.
"There's new trouble. A murder has occurred." Gordon looked at the black figure that suddenly appeared. He was already accustomed to the way Batman appeared. This was how the two of them had cooperated over the years. They would talk about things when there was something to talk about, and leave when there was nothing to talk about.
"Who? Or the Joker?" Batman was completely shrouded in shadows, asking in a hoarse voice after his voice was altered.
"It's hard to say. It might be, it might not be. Here are the relevant reports." Gordon handed the document to Batman with a serious expression. "For the time being, let's classify this case and the Joker incident as one case, and focus on tracking down the Joker... But my intuition tells me that we may have new troubles."
"What a coincidence, I feel the same way."
Batman jumped down from a tall building, spread out his cloak, faced the biting cold wind, and in the dark night sky, he was like a giant, hideous bat, pouncing fiercely on his prey.
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