Chapter 177 Batman and the Claw

Crash!

Victor rolled backwards, smashing the glass of the bicycle shop and falling into a pile of bicycles.

This should have been a good thing, at least he could use the bicycle for defense, but his foot was stuck by the bicycle wheel!

"Shit!"

Unable to help but curse, Victor quickly drew his gun and shot at the head of the claw closest to him.

Just as several bullets were blocked by the claw, another claw jumped out from behind the claw, and his steel claw approached Victor's head in an instant!

Seeing the steel claw flashing silver in the moonlight getting closer and closer to him, Victor spitted on the claw's face.

Unfortunately, the claw is simply an emotionless killing machine. Not to mention a mouthful of spit, even if Victor turned into a jet fighter on the spot, he couldn't affect any operation of the claw.

The steel claw quickly crossed the night and stabbed straight at Victor. Victor sneered and then widened his eyes.

Even if it was his own death, he wanted to witness it with his own eyes!

But just when he thought he was dead.

Ding!

A dart flashing with black light accurately nailed into the claws of the claws, causing the claws to pause involuntarily.

At the same time, Victor clearly saw the shape of the dart, which was clearly the logo of Batman!

So Victor couldn't help shouting.

"Thank you, Bruce, I owe you a big favor!"

"Then ban all the drug business in your hands, I can make it up to you in other ways!"

On the street in the distance, Bruce squatted on the lamppost, looking at the claws below expressionlessly.

On the first day that Downton started his crazy plan, Bruce and Downton had a big temper, after all, Downton's killing list had no basis at all.

But now...

Although it is destined that some dignitaries who are not members of the Owl will die unjustly.

But the appearance of the claws just proves that Downton's actions have scratched the itch of the Owl!

Then...

In a short moment, Bruce fixed his eyes on the claws who turned around and looked at him.

Facing the emotionless and indifferent eyes of the claws, Bruce exhaled heavily and then jumped down from the street lamp.

"Do you have the ability to communicate?"

He asked the claws while taking out several bullets from his belt.

While Bruce asked, Alfred's voice kept flashing in his mind.

If there is anyone who wants his father to die the most in the past twenty years.

They must be the Court of Owls!

My father's kindness to the bottom of Gotham really violated the collective interests of the entire upper class of Gotham!

From this point of view, his father did not die in a street gangster's gunshot, he clearly died because of his betrayal of his entire class!

So, even if the claws did not kill his father personally, the owls and their claws are definitely his number one enemy.

Because no one can forgive someone who betrays an entire class!

Just like he couldn't forgive their entire class!

Thinking of this, Bruce suddenly shot the projectiles in his hand forward.

A moment later, the projectiles collided rapidly in the air, and then created a piece of electric net in the collision, directly covering the three claws.

At the moment when the claws' actions paused for a moment due to the electric current, Bruce rushed directly in front of the claws and hit one of the claws hard on the temple with his elbow.

While knocking the claw down, he didn't stop and punched the claw in the heart several times in a row.

But even though he heard the sound of the claw's bone breaking, the claw continued to attack Bruce without delay after a short stiffness.

Seeing this, Bruce put his hand around the claw's arm, broke the claw's arm, and said coldly.

"No one can stay awake in such an attack. It turns out that you are no longer human!"

The moment the voice fell, Bruce snatched the knife from the claw's hand, and then turned the long knife, and the claw's head suddenly soared into the sky.

The headless claw was like a computer crash, lying on the ground and twitching constantly.

Looking at the twitching claw and the fact that he didn't bleed much, Bruce frowned fiercely.

"Even if you lose your head, you won't die. Why do they seem to have a resurrection power that is purer than the water in the Lazarus Pool?"

As he spoke, Bruce held the steel knife and pounced on the other two claws like a devil in the night.

Victor in the bicycle shop couldn't even see Bruce's movements clearly. He only saw Bruce's cloak raising a large piece of black light under the moonlight, and then two silver lights cut off the heads of the remaining claws.

After getting rid of the three claws, Bruce came to the broken window of the bicycle shop and said to Victor lying inside without emotion.

"Why are you alone? Where are your men?"

"Bruce, I'm a killer. How can I bring a bunch of men to hold me back?"

Victor responded and pulled his feet out of the bicycle circle.

After standing up, he quickly straightened his suit and continued to talk to Bruce.

"I said, I owe you a big favor. Besides that, I can't move tonight.

Since those owls have really shown their true potential, if I continue to act forcefully, I will only be able to hold you back.

Logically speaking, this kind of thing should be the transformation of ordinary people into mortals, and the transformation of extraordinary people into extraordinary people, but who told our extraordinary people to have a strong mood to wake up and a particularly good work and rest time..."

After the words fell, Victor reloaded his pistol, then shook the pistol at Bruce.

"Bruce, go deal with the other Claws. Don't forget that nursery rhyme. Claws can be hidden under every child's bed. There is no way they only have this few.

As for me, don’t worry, I’ll hide over there in the manor.

Also, remember I owe you a favor, Bruce! "

"I'm Batman!"

Bruce interrupted Victor sharply, emphasizing Batman's name.

Hearing Bruce's emphasis, Victor nodded clearly.

"OK, Batman, from today on, I recognize you, man... huh?"

Swipe! ! !

It was just a matter of words, but Victor was shocked to find that after the sound of the cloak shaking violently, he could no longer find Bruce!

At the same time, Freud's frivolous voice continued to be heard on the communication channel.

"Haha, Victor, you are still alive, so are our reinforcements arriving?"

"That's right, man, and a very reliable reinforcement!"

Victor responded seriously, and Freud continued to ask after hearing his words clearly.

"Who are you referring to, Bruce? Mrs. Tang was still complaining during lunch that he always likes to run out and wander around at night, which makes Miss Rachel always stay alone in the boudoir, haha!"

"Floyd!"

Suddenly, Victor interrupted Freud in the communication, and then spoke to Freud extremely seriously.

"Remember, he's Batman!

I believe that after you see that guy with your own eyes, you will definitely learn to respect him.

Because his killing skills... far exceed anyone I've ever seen, including you! "

"Really?"

Hearing this, Freud was slightly startled, and then replied expectantly.

"Then I'm going to have a good look at it!"

As the words fell, Floyd's bullet fired from his gauntlet easily deflected a clawed weapon, and then stabbed him in the neck with a dagger.

Tsk!

His knife made a sharp circle on Talon's neck, and one Talon's neck was broken in response.

But Floyd looked at the next claw and said one last word to Victor.

"Rather than hunting these claws, I want to see which of us kills more.

After all, these claws are already qualified to become prey! "