Several huge war machines, with a clicking sound, assembled their arms into gun muzzles and launched a brutal massacre against the Falken family's troops!
There was also the smallest Arcee, wielding two longswords, wandering around the edge, occasionally slaying the Leaky Fish and those trying to escape. For more latest chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.⑦⑨ＸＳ.сОМ.
The Falcon members, who seemed to be fully armed and murderous, were vulnerable to the Transformers. Any Transformer could wipe them out.
The roar and the glow of fire carried far into the night, alarming the entire Old City. Many people rose from their beds and opened their windows to gaze upon the astonishing scene in the distance. Those in the New City might have thought it was an explosion somewhere, sparking a fire. However, in the turbulent Old City, the immediate thought was war, as the resistance was snowballing.
"What happened this time? Such a powerful explosion. Could it be that a more powerful force has intervened?"
"It's hard to say, let's end it quickly, when will this day end..."
Donnie ignored the bustling scene. He looked at the flames rising into the sky, as if foreshadowing the ferocity of the ensuing battle. Donnie had taken the initiative to head to the Old Town, laying out the bait for so long, and finally, under the influence of various forces, he had reached this point today. He took such a huge risk, expecting a high reward afterwards.
It is unknown whether Batman noticed Donny, but the Joker must have discovered something and helped him almost reluctantly.
"I don't know what Bruce is thinking, but looking at the old town, I'm afraid he hates me. After all, he has only been Batman for more than a year, and he is still far from the black-hearted but principled hero who has experienced many hardships and seen through all kinds of life... I'm also a good person. What means will you use to deal with me..." Donny took out a cigarette, lit it on the fire next to him, and took a deep puff.
He threw all the remaining cigarettes to the stunned leader, indicating that they could share them without any worries.
"Donny? Are you the legendary mechanic Donny? They say it was you who gave us weapons and taught us to use force to fight force." The leader was very excited. He took the box of cigarettes tremblingly, and his hands were shaking when he distributed it.
"Well, I just provide you with a channel to obtain weapons. Whether to accept the weapons is up to you. If you choose to continue to be slaves, I can't do anything about it." Tony leaned against the wall of a dilapidated house, looking at this group of precious warriors casually.
"Why are you here? I mean, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be at Wayne Tower?"
"Why can't I come?
Don't forget, you guys all owe me a lot of money! How about paying in installments? If you die, who will I ask for the debt from? "Donny joked, his cheerful and cheerful demeanor formed a sharp contrast with the gangsters who were being killed in panic.
Not far from him, Optimus Prime and his men had already slaughtered Falken's troops, transformed back into vehicle form, and stayed there quietly.
Donnie looked at the group of sallow-faced, muscular rebels, a wave of pity welling in his heart. He had incited the people of Old Town to fight the gangs, and many had died recently. Donnie knew that there was no need for such a fuss. If he wanted to, he could single-handedly wipe out the Falcon family. But as he had told Coulson, such an act would be pointless.
When the people of Old Town defended their home with their own hands, no one in this world could bully them again. Gothamites can be destroyed, but they will never be defeated. No matter what hardship they face, no matter what enemy they face, they will maintain their precious courage. They will tell themselves: I defended my home once, and I will do the same this time.
This is also Donnie's purpose. Donnie will not give them the results directly, but will give them different options and processes, and let them fight for it themselves.
The group of people were chatting beside the fire, and there was a sharp and strong contrast between the flames and the outside of the fire. It can be foreseen that this contrast will continue for some time until the people in the old city completely take control of their own destiny.
When Donnie threw his last cigarette into the fire, he waved goodbye to the group and warned them, "Don't come out tonight. Go back quickly."
Downey jumped out of the car and drove his convoy to another edge of the old city, where Batman had made it clear that he was waiting for him. He also had his reasons for going there. He had finally come this far and couldn't give up.
Neatly arranged blue boards completely isolated a vast area, their towering heights keeping out prying eyes. At some point, the road construction crew had completely left, and the entire area was hushed and silent. The road had become wide and tidy, the ground spotless; if you stomped your foot hard, you could even hear a distinct, crisp sound.
Only a few lights were shining, barely covering the roads in the area, and were extremely eye-catching under the dark sky.
Snap! Snap!
The rolling black clouds slowly dropped a few heavy raindrops, which passed through space and hit the ground. Almost the next second, countless equally heavy raindrops could not wait to fall from the dark clouds, chirping happily, and finally formed a heavy downpour.
It's raining too heavily!
It came too fast!!
And it's getting bigger and bigger!!!
Countless, dense raindrops fell from the sky, as if a gaping hole had been torn through it! Countless water droplets flowed through this gaping hole, crashing down upon this cursed region. The dense rain obscured vision, frantically cleansing this chaotic world, washing away the filth that permeated the air, leaving only the purest of worlds!
Rumble!
First, there was lightning that tore through the sky, splitting the firmament in two, followed by a deafening thunder, as if a god was about to blow the entire starry sky to pieces!
Another lightning bolt tore through the sky, illuminating a corner of the starry sky!
In the middle of a clean, wide street, a two-meter-tall steel figure stood quietly, seemingly waiting for something. His massive cape clung to his steel back in the rain.
Donnie was soaked, and a lot of raindrops fell from his body to the ground. He walked here without saying a word, and came straight to the front of the Iron Man, staring at him in silence.
The two stood thirty meters apart, gazing at each other from afar. This was another reunion, but this time the encounter was filled with an undisguised aura of solemnity, a biting chill that washed over them.
"Tell me, Donnie..."
Batman's hoarse voice came from inside the iron armor. He raised his head, his heavy helmet and two eyes emitting bright light. He looked at Donnie who was standing quietly and said slowly:
"Will you bleed?"