The people from these families had fewer qualms about shooting; everyone was thinking about their own lives, and as for everyone else, to hell with them!
Thus, scattered gunshots from others quickly echoed in the venue; these people had no aim, and their stray bullets randomly picked out lucky spectators in the hall.
If you didn't want to be shot, you had to quickly find nearby cover and hide behind it without moving.
Penguin opened his small umbrella, and several muffled 'thuds' could be heard on the umbrella surface, followed by the sound of metal falling to the ground.
He had almost been hit by a bullet just now.
"It seems our My Lords have also abandoned their gentlemanly demeanor. Of course, this is your true nature, isn't it?"
"Why? Why are you doing this, Penguin?!"
In the darkness, someone questioned him like this.
Penguin could tell that this voice came from someone who had just stood in the Cobblepot Family camp; from his pained voice, could it be that this Kid had been shot?
"Why? You actually ask me why?" Penguin's laughter was still so recognizable amidst the hail of bullets.
Suddenly, his laughter stopped abruptly: "Because this is what I want! You dirty, vile Cobblepot Family bastards, ever since you killed my mother, I swore that one day I would personally kill you disgusting trash!"
The person seemed to be silent for a moment before saying, "Oswald, don't forget, you are also a Cobblepot Family..."
Through the voice, Penguin assessed the opponent's position; he moved his umbrella slightly and pressed a button on the handle.
With a 'bang,' sparks shot from the tip of the umbrella, and a bullet was fired from it, seemingly hitting a body.
The person who spoke let out a loud scream; the bullet didn't kill him, but it must have hit some part of his body.
Penguin was a little regretful, but soon he didn't think that way anymore, because from his angle, he could see a line of Fire flash across his eyes, followed by a sound similar to a watermelon bursting.
The screaming stopped, and Penguin exclaimed, "As expected of Red Hood, his killing efficiency is truly high!"
For a moment, it was unclear whether he was praising or being sarcastic.
But Red Hood was indeed as he said, very efficient at killing.
Every shot he fired hit a target, and before long, most of the men in the venue had fallen victim to his 'poisonous hands.'
Dick's bare-handed killing posture was cool, but the number of kills was less than a fraction of Red Hood's.
This made Jason couldn't help but mock, "Flashy!"
As expected of a gymnast, his movements were indeed cool, and his butt was indeed firm and perky, but as for its effect on the battle... one could only say it wasn't Zero; Jason wouldn't give a higher rating.
In terms of large-scale killing efficiency, close-quarters combat couldn't even compare to firearms.
Penguin saw that most of the people in the hall had almost been killed, and quietly pressed a small device on his umbrella handle.
He was very clear that for Red Hood, he was a target just like the other villains.
Once the guests in the hall were cleared out, it would be his turn next!
Not only did Red Hood know this, but Penguin also had self-awareness.
However, it was impossible for him to surrender, so Penguin prepared to save himself.
Red Hood continued to pick off the "dignitaries" in the venue until he encountered a man.
The man who had been trying to curry favor with them and chattering incessantly since they arrived at the venue.
Red Hood discovered an interesting thing.
His goggles had some special functions, so he could see that there was something else hidden in the man's suit.
Red Hood tore off the item the man had attached to his suit, and when he looked at it in his palm, it was actually a pinhole camera!
"Who are you?" Red Hood lifted him with one hand.
The man gritted his teeth, displaying an expression that clearly indicated he was lying.
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
Red Hood held the pinhole camera in his palm and squeezed it slightly, directly crushing it.
No matter what this man intended to do with it, it was useless now.
"What have you done!" The man seemed to hear the sound of the camera shattering, and anxiously said.
Red Hood didn't answer him, but simply let go, throwing him to the ground.
However, the man didn't fall as Red Hood expected; instead, he smoothly squatted down and performed a sweeping kick that struck one of Red Hood's legs.
Because his movements were so fluid, Red Hood was momentarily unable to react.
But his battle suit, even though its weight was not as heavy as Batman's, still weighed nearly half a ton, plus Red Hood's own body weight... Therefore, the opponent's sweeping kick did not achieve the expected results, only causing Red Hood to stumble slightly.
Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, the man was very decisive, turning around and running, but before escaping, he very quickly took off his suit and accurately threw it at Red Hood's face.
This blocked Jason's infrared vision.
A very clever move, and the timing was just right.
It's just that his physical skills were a bit lacking.
Red Hood was certain that the man's purpose for being here was by no means simple.
However, to try to escape from him like this was a bit too disrespectful.
Red Hood flicked his wrist, and a nano-rope was fired, directly "grabbing" the ankle of the fleeing man.
Jason pulled hard, yanking the entire person directly towards him.
Due to the angle, the man hit his head directly on the ground after being pulled down; if he hadn't been quick enough to cushion himself with his arm, he would have definitely suffered a concussion.
After pulling the man back, Red Hood was still thinking that if he dared to struggle, he would give him a harsh blow.
But the other party didn't give him this chance; instead, he cooperatively raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, leaving no room for Red Hood to make an issue of it.
"Tch!"
Red Hood smacked his lips in annoyance, pulling out a rope made of nano-particles from his battle suit, tying the man tightly, and making a dead knot.
Given the strength of nano-materials, unless the man broke his own limbs, it would be absolutely impossible to escape.
After doing this, he threw the man to a safe spot to prevent him from being accidentally hit by stray bullets, and then re-entered the venue to "call names."
Through his and Dick's efforts, they finally cleared out everyone on the list.
Before coming, they had specifically pulled a list, and every unscrupulous capitalist on it deserved to die.
As for the women, as long as they weren't accidentally injured, most of them were still alive and well, but even if they survived tonight, their future lives would probably be lived in fear.
When the last capitalist was killed by them, the two of them approached Penguin in unison.
Although Penguin couldn't clearly see the situation, he could hear sounds, and his natural intuition sensed some danger.
"Are we going to turn on each other so soon?" Penguin raised his hands, knowing that by himself, he had no chance of winning, so he could only feign weakness.
"That opera house, you set off a grand display of fireworks," Red Hood said coldly.
"Is that so? I didn't know you liked that," Penguin sounded as if he was still a little surprised, but Red Hood was not in such a good mood.
"If there weren't a few innocent bodies inside, I actually would have liked it quite a bit."
"Can't we negotiate?" Penguin tried to make a final effort.
But Red Hood was unmoved; he was determined to kill Penguin.
Facing Penguin, Red Hood slowly raised his large pistols. Under his specialized armor-piercing bullets, Penguin's umbrella would be completely useless.
Penguin himself knew this, so a drop of cold sweat ran down his chubby face.
But Red Hood's trigger couldn't be pulled. Just as he was about to kill Penguin as well, the venue's main door suddenly opened, and a group of heavily armed Police officers rushed in.
"Everyone, put down your weapons and raise your hands!"
Red Hood turned his head to look at Penguin: "You called the Police?"
No!
But that didn't stop Penguin from using these people to escape Red Hood's pursuit.
"I'm a law-abiding citizen, aren't I?"
Penguin directly raised his hands and shouted loudly towards the doorway: "I am Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, heir to the Cobblepot Family! Officer, I need help!"
Everyone in Gotham City knew that Gotham's founding families and government agencies colluded with each other, but this didn't mean that official power could be casually ignored, after all, the Justice League was still cooperating with the Federal Government, so they couldn't directly lose face like that.
But Penguin clearly didn't know who Red Hood was, nor did he know that he wouldn't care about such things at all!
"You think these people can help you save your life?"
What a naive thought.
Red Hood not only didn't stop, but continued to raise his pistol. Even if he was warned by the U.S. Police, he still intended to kill Penguin!
Penguin's face changed; he realized that now was his most dangerous moment.
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