Chapter 326 Fixed-Point Plan

Gotham City.

This is a dim hall.

The two sides of the hall are decorated with red oil candles.

The flickering orange light dispels some of the dimness, outlining an atmosphere between light and dark in this room.

On a round table not far away, a beautiful girl lies, with a red cloth covering her chest to cover a large area of ​​white, but her wide open and dilated pupils and the faintly visible blood-red tooth marks on her neck confirm her identity.

"Slurp, it's so comfortable!"

In a few seats not far from the girl,

A man wearing a gentleman's hat, who looks like a chubby penguin from a distance, reaches out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The blood stains on the back of his hand flicker under the light,

The bloated cheeks full of fat are pale, and the blood-red pupils prove that he has now gotten rid of his human identity and has become a vampire who thinks he is noble.

The Penguin, whose full name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobert, is one of the four major families in Gotham City, along with Gino's grandfather and Batman's family.

However, except for the Wayne family, which is full of talents, the other three families have more or less declined under the wear and tear of time.

He was playing with a uniquely shaped umbrella in his hand, and his eyes were dimly looking at a black-haired man in a suit in the corner who was meticulous: "I agree to the cooperation you mentioned."

After becoming a vampire again, the Penguin obviously felt that his body had become much stronger, and even his lame leg was healed under the effect of blood.

There were also hidden injuries left on his body when he fought with Batman. If he could do it, the Penguin would not only want to kill Batman, but also those bastards in the Justice League.

"Maybe you can't wait until you agree."

A very hoarse voice sounded, and the Penguin, who was originally sitting on the chair, jumped up at a speed that did not match his physique.

His body even had an instinctive reaction. The next second after hearing this voice, the Penguin knew what would happen.

The chubby guy raised the umbrella in his hand and pressed the handle against the windowsill.

Pah pah pah!

Three bullets whizzed out through the umbrella handle and pierced the glass.

According to Penguin's experience, Batman usually breaks in through the window and then fights in close combat.

"Dang dang dang ~"

Three crisp metal clashes sounded, and the bat darts that passed through the darkness flickered under the candlelight.

The sharp blade with a cold light cut the Penguin's cheek, piercing the skin and causing him to wail.

"My face!"

The Penguin covered his cheek, and the cut wound was like a burning cigarette, emitting white smoke.

"It's Mithril!"

The pupils of the vampire in the room widened, and his blood-red eyes allowed him to easily see through the scene in the dark.

He saw that the originally closed wooden door was smashed by an iron fist, and a tall figure walked into the house.

When the candlelight in the house shone on him, Batman, wearing bright silver armor and a bright silver cape behind him, stood there.

The Penguin widened his eyes. This was a Batman costume he had never seen before.

Even the buttocks and chin that the other party usually liked to show were tightly wrapped under the mask.

The Demon Hunter Batman suit was made by Mr. Bruce of the Wayne Group at a high price. In order to avoid being bitten by the vampires, it adopted a non-exposing skin design.

The black-haired vampire only felt cold hands and feet.

It was so cold. What was the origin of this guy who was dressed like an iron can?

And he was covered with mithril, which also eliminated the possibility of close combat between the vampires and him.

How painful is it to be burned by mithril?

Just look at the Penguin who was lying on the ground, wailing and curled up.

"Penguin."

Batman said in his mellow and deep voice: "I didn't expect you to betray your human identity and become a pathetic dark creature."

He glanced at Penguin under the mask: "To be honest, you disappoint me."

As he spoke, Batman took two bat darts from his belt and looked at the vampire man not far away: "Time is tight now. Sorry, you have to die here."

"Crash!"

Like a night demon rushing in the dark night, the whistling figure extinguished the candles and plunged the whole room into darkness.

And darkness is Batman's home court!

With the sound of fighting and screaming, the house soon returned to silence again.

"Solved."

In the darkness, only the sound of the cloak waving can be heard.

"Next, we have to hurry."

Listening to Batman's words, an old man in a magic robe walked out of the darkness. He raised his hand expressionlessly and outlined a portal: "The next location is the Dancer Bar."

The magician's face was full of unhappiness, but there was nothing he could do. Whether it was America or the other side of the ocean, it was a society of favors. They owed Gino a life, so they needed to help Gino work.

"Sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

Metropolis, holding a vampire's shoulder with one hand, Clark sighed and tilted his head to avoid the bite of a vampire.

"Damn boy, are you crazy?"

An old man with a long beard stretched out his staff, and the flames ignited the body of a vampire, causing it to wail and fall to the ground and turn into ashes.

The old wizard was a little breathless and covered his chest: "They are vampires, not people, they should be killed!"

"I know."

Clark was a little embarrassed, but facing those vampires who looked like humans, he found that he really couldn't do it.

"Okay, the last one is solved."

The old wizard waved his staff to invoke magic to burn the last vampire to death, and then hooked a space channel on the wall: "Let's go."

Metropolis, Justice League Hall.

Sitting on the golden throne, Jino looked at the man who was almost bending his waist into the ground.

"You mean, the elders of the blood clan want to make a deal with me?"

Kino pinched his chin, and looked at the blood clan envoy who had come to the Justice League Hall not long ago and asked to meet him with a playful expression.

"Of course, great Mr. Kino!"

The envoy in charge of communication was obviously a sweet-mouthed person. He said with a flattering smile on his face: "The blood clan has no intention of being enemies with humans."

"The behavior of some blood clans cannot represent the behavior of all of us blood clans."

The blood clan said with great sorrow: "It's just that some evil people with ulterior motives are destroying our friendship with humans!"

The blood clan chattered: "Our elders are kind-hearted, they even only drink animal blood to survive!"

"Hehe."

Kino just smiled faintly at the statement of this blood clan. Anyone can say nice words, but the important thing is to see what he does.

Some old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years really only live by sucking animal blood?

Is this a lie?

"Shut your mouth," Jinuo raised his head slightly, and a great power swept through the vampire's body, making him groan and kneel on the ground.

"Where are those old guys? Take me there."