Chapter 195: Dead shooter brought down by 1 butt

Chapter 195: Dead shooter brought down by 1 butt

"Who the **** are you?"

At some point, the death shooter moved to Miriam and held her hostage.

"I am Batman!"

Eric lowered his voice and replied in a hoarse voice.

This time the other party didn't mock him like he mocked Milian before.

There is no way, powerful people will always be awe-inspiring.

Eric understands this.

If these **** hadn't been beaten up just now, it is estimated that they would have given him the middle finger.

The rest of the people, including Halle who woke up, rubbed their heads and walked over to the dead shooter.

"Hey, Bat! Do you know Mr. J?"

Harley got hit by Eric, but still has the time to ask questions.

Mr. J?

Of course Eric knows that, no one who is familiar with the world of comics probably doesn't know about this lunatic.

Batman's enemy, maddened to fear villain - the Joker!

But in order to maintain his low-key image, Eric could only pretend not to know.

"No, I don't know any Mr. J."

"Ah!" Harry screamed and said excitedly, "That's great! You don't know Mr. J, that means you won't be a couple!"

"Oh!"

Killer Frost covered his head with a headache, and the head just hit by Batman hurt even more.

"Harley Quinn, I am now 100% sure that you are not only crazy, but also a stupid woman! Now, in this world, your Mr. J does not exist."

Killer Frost complained mercilessly.

"Ah!" Harley made a sharp voice when he heard Killer Frost's words, "You're the stupid woman! Blue hair, purple finger caps, and that bunny dress that has to be kicked off to wear, you Reminds me of dancers in bars dancing in magic shoes!"

"You said I was a dancer?"

The anger in Killer Frost's eyes was burning, "You crazy woman! I'm going to pluck the hair off your whole body!"

The two women chattered like a thousand ducks.

No matter what the current situation is.

Death Archer and Black Spider looked at each other with a helpless expression.

"Hey ladies, look at Batman! Look what he's doing!"

Captain Boomerang pointed in the direction of Batman and said to the two.

Killer Frost glanced at Eric from the corner of his eye.

It was found that Batman had pulled out the Switc*** machine, and the "iuiu" played the game.

Seeing everyone staring at him in astonishment.

Eric made an apologetic expression and put away the game console, "Sorry, because you are too involved in the quarrel, there is no intention to end it in a short time, so I quickly brush the dungeon."

After playing tricks on a few people, Eric's serious face suddenly changed and became extremely serious: "Now, tell me, what is your purpose? This is a world that does not belong to you!"

"A world that doesn't belong to us?"

Captain Boomerang whispered and whispered, "It seems that Batman may know our origin."

After being cleaned up by Eric, Captain Boomerang became a lot more honest.

He had to sadly admit that no matter what world Batman is, he is not easy to mess with. And the Batman in World No. 5 seems to be more violent and mysterious, and even knows the origins of himself and others.

Death Archer grabbed Miriam and threatened: "Batman, you seem to have misunderstood the point, now we have the initiative. Your sidekick, Batgirl, has now become our prisoner!"

His arm has just been thawed and is still a little insensitive.

For the sudden appearance of Batman in front of him, Death Shooter is especially afraid.

Although I don't know what this guy has to do with the one from Gotham, it's obvious that this Batman is also a nosy and a master.

Although Death Archer considers himself a person with a bottom line, thinking about his daughter who is waiting for him to return in that world, he doesn't mind using some disgraceful means.

"Do you think you can get out of here safely? The police will arrive in three minutes, and you will soon become a bunch of guys wearing orange on the playground!"

"Hmm? Send us to jail? Looks like the black bat guy is always keen to be a warmhearted vigilante, whether in Gotham or New York!"

The dead shooter ignored Eric's threat. He pointed the gun at Milian and continued: "Then let your bat assistant say goodbye to the world."

"I think we should discuss it carefully."

Harley suddenly put forward a different opinion, "Bring up some unforeseen threat conditions, such as letting Batman lock himself in Arkham, or we will burn him directly!"

Harry licked the corner of his mouth and said excitedly, "I've come up with an even crazier idea. Hey guys, I thought of a riddle from the Riddler, listen, something is cold and burning, you It will eat you up when you drink it..."

"acid!"

"It's sour!"

Deadshot and Killer Frost answered together.

"Comeon! I haven't finished the puzzle..." Harley stomped her foot, made an angry gesture, and then looked up at Eric It's sour, we put the bat Tied up and thrown into the acid tank, like I accidentally fell into the chemical tank, how? "

She made a "come and praise me" look.

Harry started talking crazy nonsense again.

"I don't think it's a good idea!"

Eric shook his head, as if commenting on how Harry handled himself.

boom!

Following his voice, a smoke bomb was quickly thrown over.

Then there was a bang.

The gray smoke immediately spread out.

"Cough cough!"

Unpredictable, Harley took in a few puffs of cigarettes and immediately choked up and coughed.

"I hate bats and his mess!"

Harley coughed, not forgetting to rant about Batman.

Using the smoke to cover, Eric suddenly started and quickly approached the dead shooter.

Although his eyes were choked and he could hardly open his eyes, the death shooter relied on his intuition to shoot in the direction the opponent might advance.

Bang bang bang!

Several bullets pierced through the thick smoke and shot out of the smoke.

Before he could confirm whether he had hit or not, he heard a gust of wind coming from the back of his head.

The death shooter hurried to dodge.

But it seems that Batman is not attacking his head, but his hands.

The hands holding Batgirl were snapped apart, and then a heavy blow was taken to the chest.

The death shooter suddenly felt himself flying backwards.

His back hit the ground hard.

After a delay of ten seconds, he struggled to stand up, but found a circle of unfamiliar police officers around him.

Police officers with pistols surrounded him, "Raise your hands!"

The dead shooter looked to where the smoke had cleared, and only his teammates surrounded by police, Batman and Batgirl had disappeared.