But just as Red Hood was about to fire, a Batarang flew over, directly severing his pistol.
The Batarang was shaped like a bat. Red Hood suddenly looked up to see Batman standing in a corner of the rafters.
He swooped down like a Shadow, landing between Red Hood and Penguin.
"Enough, this matter ends here."
The half-broken pistol in Red Hood's hand transformed back into particles and dissipated into his battle suit. He looked coldly at Batman.
"You owe me a gun!"
Then he looked at Penguin behind Batman: "What about him?"
"He and his accomplices will go to jail."
"Accomplices?"
A few minutes earlier, at the same time Penguin had people close the venue doors.
The Penguin Gang, mixed among a group of mercenaries, suddenly shed their disguises and opened Fire on the unsuspecting people still wearing mercenary uniforms around them.
Riddler hid at a vantage point, controlling car explosions in the venue via his laptop.
They had already planted bombs under the vehicles of these guys after they entered, and many mercenaries who were still sitting in their cars, oblivious, were blown sky-high in confusion.
The remaining Soldiers also fell into disarray, accurately targeted and killed by the well-planned Penguin Gang gunmen.
Furthermore, within the Penguin Gang, Deadshot occupied the high ground, precisely striking the frantic officers.
In just ten minutes, as the battle inside the venue neared its end, the battlefield outside was also cleared.
At this moment, Two-Face received a distress signal from Penguin.
However, suddenly, the sky seemed to darken a bit. Two-Face looked up sharply, only to find that a cloud had temporarily obscured the last bit of moonlight.
He let out a slight sigh of relief, but the next second, Deadshot's tense voice suddenly rang out.
"It's Batman"
Everyone in the Penguin Gang looked over at the sound, discovering a dark figure on the roof of the venue, almost blending with the dripping beast, it was Batman!
When did he appear there?
Batman looked down at these "old friends," feeling a surge of emotion. In his World, many of these people no longer existed.
Moreover, not long ago, they were comrades fighting in the same trench; now they were about to face each other in battle, which was regrettable.
But Deadshot didn't have such sentiments. Because they were comrades not long ago, he was very aware of Batman's capabilities, so he immediately used his advantage and fired a shot at Batman.
Although the battle suit could withstand it, Batman's body still instinctively moved to the side, and the bullet grazed his shoulder.
Deadshot, who never missed, missed his first shot!
Since the enemy had already attacked, Batman no longer held back. He flew down.
In the eyes of the Penguin Gang members, it was as if the God of Death had come to claim their lives!
Riddler was the first to flee. His combat ability was generally mediocre; most of the time, he relied on his intellect to outwit opponents.
But in such a skirmish, he was the most passive.
However, this soft target was exactly who Batman wanted to deal with first.
As Riddler was fleeing, he ran head-on into a "pillar," falling backward. When he looked up, there was no pillar at all, but clearly a person.
"Wait, can you be a little gentler…" Riddler had just finished speaking when a black fist made intimate contact with his face.
Riddler's head bounced twice on the ground, falling into a baby-like sleep.
Two-Face, at this moment, was holding a semi-automatic weapon and unleashing a hail of gunfire at Batman, bullet casings continuously ejecting from the chamber.
Batman covered himself with his cape, and the bullets "swished" against the black cape, making dull thuds.
When Two-Face's weapon suddenly jammed, Batman dramatically swung his cape, and countless yellow metal blocks flew out, scattering like falling flowers, striking Two-Face. He instantly collapsed, as if hit by countless punches at once.
Deadshot continued to adjust his angle and shoot, but Batman's movement was elusive, giving him no chance to aim.
While moving, Batman suddenly threw a Batarang.
Deadshot, quick-eyed and quick-handed, fired a "bang," and the bullet accurately hit the Batarang.
Incredible skill!
If it were normal times, the Penguin Gang members wouldn't mind offering their praise.
But after being hit, the Batarang split into two smaller Batarangs, one left and one right, precisely scratching Deadshot's arms. This greatly affected his shooting ability; unsteady hands meant even the sharpest eyes were useless!
This one blow directly incapacitated their sniper!
The remaining people attacked Batman with their guns, knowing that if they didn't fight desperately, they would be completely annihilated!
But Batman moved like a ghost in the darkness; bullets couldn't catch this black God of Death.
The Penguin Gang only heard the constant sound of wind and dull thuds of flesh being hit in the darkness, but no screams, which intensified their fear.
Scarecrow was panicking. He quickly pulled out his "secret weapon," a specially made gas bomb!
Although it wasn't ideal for open areas, he couldn't worry about that now.
But as he tried to throw the gas bomb, a large black hand grabbed his hand, taking the gas bomb away.
"Not this time."
Another dull thud, and Scarecrow fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
At this moment, Batman heard Police sirens in the distance. He checked the time; it was just right.
He had called the Police. Although the Police station here was corrupt, they still needed someone to clear the scene.
Batman reconfirmed that there were no stragglers, then spread his cape and flew into the venue, once again merging with the darkness.
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