Chapter 257 Come on, let’s explode! !

Chapter 257 Come on, let’s explode! !

The so-called real plan is a series of actions that Amber discussed with Clark when they went to Gotham.

Eradicating these little minions is just to give him practice. The real big scene is not something that a small Gotham can satisfy.

It's just...

"You are too immature now."

Amber shook her head slightly, "And I can feel that your ability has not reached perfection and is still growing."

"But…"

Clark's excitement gradually cooled down, and he understood that Amber was right, "I understand, everything is at your discretion."

"Let's go."

Amber turned to look at the end of the street, "There are three more places to go tonight."

Clark and Jack naturally had no objection, and just when they were about to follow, Batman finally couldn't help but speak.

"You can't hide your identity, either kill me now, or I will definitely stop your behavior!"

Hearing this, Clark's eyes glowed red.

"Do not be angry."

Amber patted him on the shoulder, "Although Mr. Batman is a little stupid, he is not a villain after all. This is not in line with our original intention.

Clark, my friend, you cannot be controlled by your own powers and desires, you must master them. "

"Well, I understand."

Clark calmed down. He had just killed so many people, and now he was in a rather agitated mood, so it was easy for him to do impulsive things.

Amber looked at Batman, "Bruce Wayne, just do whatever you want. After all, sometimes if you don't have an opponent, wouldn't the game be too boring?

Ah, out of politeness, I think it would be better to show you my true face. "

As he spoke, he took off the mask on his face, and Jack followed suit, even making a provocative expression in the end.

Clark hesitated for a moment, but chose to believe Amber.

When three familiar faces appeared in front of him, Bruce Wayne froze on the spot.

He has a good memory.

"It's you..."

"Yes, your private jet needs to be improved. It makes a lot of noise when you're sitting in it."

Amber complained lazily, and then put the mask back on her face.

"I won't kill you, but every time you go against me, I will pick someone you care about to kill. So, think carefully before making a decision, dear Mr. Batman."

As the three people's backs gradually faded away, Bruce Wayne could no longer hold on and his body gradually became rickety.

The impact just now caused various degrees of damage to the internal organs.

But compared to these, what made him feel even more powerless were other things Amber showed.

Since putting on the Bat suit, Bruce Wayne has encountered many enemies, but there has never been one like him. He has done nothing but is far more oppressive than those vicious criminals.

For the first time he felt small.

no!

Don't be decadent!

Bruce Wayne patted his cheek hard, then took out a piece of analgesic from his cloak and injected it into his body.

As the pain gradually disappeared, he stood up from the ground and walked into the laundry factory step by step.

Large craters appeared in the cement floor that was supposed to be extremely hard. The bullet casings everywhere told the weakness of firearms. The invincible hot weapons became a joke at this moment.

And as we go deeper, the Maroni family's D-manufacturing factory becomes even more shocking.

The smell of blood from the scattered corpses combined with the unique smell of white powder to form a very unpleasant odor.

It's even more exaggerated than a slaughterhouse.

These scenes strengthened Bruce Wayne's determination.

He is the guardian of this city and must not let anyone disrupt order.

…

…

After so many people died in two consecutive days, the gangs in Gotham City finally had a more positive reaction.

They learned detailed information from the two guards Clark let go, and through the surveillance video of the police station, they finally had a clearer target.

The murderer was not a local, but an outsider.

This caused several gangs who were already motivated by fighting to unite instantly.

Led by Falcone, the top five families held detailed talks, striving to chop anyone who dared to provoke them into pieces.

In the Batcave, Bruce Wayne looked at the surveillance footage of a group of gangsters arguing fiercely, and was caught in a dilemma.

Reason told him that if he wanted to expel or even arrest Amber and others, using the power of the entire city would be the best option.

But for some reason, his sixth sense stopped him. It seems that if you do this, something very bad will happen.

This leaves Bruce Wayne uncertain.

perhaps…

He suddenly came up with an idea. Since the guy said he wouldn't kill him, following him using his official identity might yield unexpected results.

"Contact the principal of Evanston for me, I want..."

at the same time.

In the school dormitory.

Jack smeared it on his body doubtfully. The smell was very strange to him.

"Hey, man, does this oil really work? Why does the Chinese medicine you're talking about sound so similar to witchcraft?"

"So are you feeling better?"

Amber was sitting on the bed, holding a book about men and women.

"When you put it that way, it does seem like it doesn't hurt that much anymore."

Jack raised his arms with a mysterious look on his face, grinning from ear to ear.

"So don't worry about what it is, as long as it's useful."

Amber was perfunctory and made a strange cry.

"What's wrong?"

Clark's meditation was interrupted and he looked up.

"Nothing, I just saw a wonderful place."

Amber replied with a smile.

"Why should we show our faces to Batman? He is Bruce Wayne and has great power in this city."

Clark asked the question that he had been thinking about all night.

"I thought you were holding back."

Amber put down the book with a smile on her face, "Actually, there aren't many reasons for doing this. One is to make things more interesting. As for the other...

He cares about this more than we do. Batman's reputation in Gotham is not good. Unless he wants Wayne Group to be exposed to explosives every day, he will not break his reputation. "

"So that's it."

Clark nodded suddenly.

"Man, you should have faith in Amber."

Jack interjected: "His brain runs faster than a motor and his eyes are sharper than an eagle's."

"What a terrible description."

Clark complained with a smile.

Bang bang bang!

The three of them were chatting, when there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

"Who?"

Jack asked immediately.

"It's me, your dean of students."

Abraham's voice sounded outside the door.

Clark's eyes flashed red, and then he saw an unexpected face.