Chapter 51 Killing, Warning?

Puff!

A hand broke into the man's chest, feeling the warmth in it, Lin Jue pulled his hand out of the man's flesh and blood, and watched his weak body kneel on the ground.

Gunshots rang out one after another.

Countless sparks flew with bullets.

At this moment, the criminals on this street opened fire together!

However, there was only a residual image left where Lin Jue was standing, and the bullets shuttled through and instantly hit the criminals on the opposite side who were firing together.

In an instant, accompanied by the loud gunshots and screams, the street was instantly in chaos.

Lin Jue's figure quickly passed through and came to a criminal who was switching ammunition. He grabbed his head with one hand and threw him to the ground fiercely!

Bang!

The watermelon broke and the juice splashed!

A big and strong white man knelt on the ground instantly, his face pale, trembling all over, and the whole person was shocked and stunned.

The next second, Lin Jue's figure came behind him, and the man's head had turned, and his burly body fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, pedestrians outside the street stopped one after another, and the gunshots and screams from inside the street attracted their attention.

A man covered in blood quickly rushed out of the street, looking at the people who were driving motorcycles outside and looking out.

"Fuck! He is killing us!"

The man was pale and roared like crazy. The next moment, his body fell heavily to the ground. People looked at him in panic and saw a machete stuck in his back!

"Shit!"

A young man driving a motorcycle couldn't help but curse, and then drove the motorcycle away. This operation was like turning on a switch. In an instant, the criminals wandering on the street fled in all directions.

With the last gunshot inside the block, Lin Jue, covered in blood, slowly walked out of the street and gently shook the blood off his hands.

At this time, even he himself didn't know why he had such a move today. His purpose tonight was not actually this.

As his figure moved, Lin Jue's figure turned into a trail of afterimages and disappeared here.

With a violent roar, a black and extremely cool motorcycle came rushing over and stopped at the entrance of the street where the incident happened.

A man in a black leather jacket and a black bat mask jumped off the cool motorcycle and ran quickly into the street.

Before he entered the street, he seemed to sense something and slowly raised his boots, which seemed to be stained with something.

Wherever his eyes went, his pupils shrank slightly, and a strong smell of red mucus was mixed in. Bruce Wayne put his feet down and ran into the street.

He was stunned in place. What he saw in front of him was corpses everywhere, some with a fist-sized hole in the chest, some with countless bullet holes on their bodies, and some with their heads turned 180 degrees.

There was not a single survivor in this sinful street.

His eyes were unprecedentedly deep, accompanied by the sound of sirens coming from the street entrance behind, and the next moment he hurried back, got on the motorcycle, and then sped away.

…

In a magnificent manor, accompanied by a pleasant symphony, a man in a suit and leather shoes supported his partner and swayed in the hall. Their dancing postures were very compatible. While his hands were slightly swinging, the graceful female partner quickly did a high-legged split, turned around gracefully, and looked at the old man sitting in a wheelchair with a knowing smile.

Clap, clap!

Rod Sionis couldn't help but applaud, with admiration and a hint of inexplicable meaning in his eyes.

"Master!"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo and a high collar slowly came to the old man and pushed the wheelchair behind him as if to take him away from this place.

"A dangerous guy has come to the central area!"

"Danger? Haha!"

The old man smiled, as if he heard a joke.

Soon, under the leadership of the middle-aged butler, his wheelchair was pushed out of the manor slowly. At this moment, outside the manor, there were black cars parked, and the middle-aged butler sent the old man to one of them.

The car sped away, leaving the manor at high speed.

One black car after another followed closely behind.

Until the car slowly drove into an abandoned cemetery, the middle-aged housekeeper took the old man to walk slowly in the dark woods until they arrived in front of a grave.

As the tombstone slowly unfolded to the side, a dark passage appeared in the original cemetery. At the housekeeper's signal, two men in suits followed him, and the four of them quickly walked into the passage.

Slowly taking out a mask from the wall on the side and putting it on his face, the old man looked calm and went deep into the cemetery.

At this moment, in the dark cave below the tomb, in the basement made of marble, there was a huge round table. Several men wearing masks were already sitting on the side of the table. All the masks were of the same style - owls!

With the arrival of the old man, one of the men slowly stood up from the round table.

"Everyone, Gotham seems to be slipping out of our control step by step!"

"Control? Who? Even the Wayne family can't stop us!"

A burly man roared, and his words were instantly responded to by two of them.

"Sir, do you know what the reason is?"

An old woman's voice sounded slowly, and the man who stood up at this moment looked around, his eyes passing over the people wearing owl masks.

"Why are you focusing all your attention on that damn bat! In my opinion, he is nothing to be afraid of, he is just a ridiculous person who holds a sense of justice in his heart and calls himself a righteous person!

Now we have a real opponent. He is extremely cruel and more cruel than criminals. Unlike Batman, the most vicious criminals can only die in his hands. He... seems to be targeting us! "

The low words resounded in the underground tomb, and everyone in the Court of Owls slowly stared at each other. Everyone suddenly thought of the existence that had recently become famous.

"Judge?"

A word resounded in the silent room, and all eyes turned to the speaker.

"hey-hey!"

The man put his hands on the table with a smile, and his eyes paused slightly on Rod Siennis, who had been silent.

"That guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary person?"

he chuckled.

"Of course he is not an ordinary person! My men just informed me that there was a riot on 13th Street. The bars and personnel there suffered heavy casualties. No, everyone in that block at that time died!"

A somewhat young voice sounded, and he seemed a little excited, his chest rising and falling slightly.

"Is that guy warning us?"

The atmosphere in the whole place was quiet.