Chapter 51 Killing, warning?

puff!

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

The sound of gunfire suddenly became louder.

Countless sparks mixed with bullets flew towards me.

At this moment, the criminals on this street opened fire at the same time!
However, only a shadow was left where Lin Jue had originally stood. The bullets flew past and instantly hit the criminals who were firing on the opposite side.

In an instant, accompanied by loud gunshots and screams, the entire neighborhood was thrown into chaos.

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

boom!
The watermelon broke and the juice splashed everywhere!
A burly white man nearby instantly knelt down on the ground, his face pale and his whole body trembling. He was so scared that he stood there in a daze.

The next second, Lin Jue's figure appeared behind him, and the man's head had twisted, 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 coming from inside the street attracted their attention.

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

"Fuck! He's slaughtering us!"

The man was pale and yelled like a madman. The next moment, he fell heavily to the ground. People looked in panic and saw a machete stuck in his back!

"Shet!"

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

Following 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 moment, even he himself didn't know why he took such actions today. His purpose tonight was not actually this.

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

With a loud roar, a cool black motorcycle came speeding and stopped at the entrance of the street where the accident happened.

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

Before he stepped into the street, he seemed to sense something and slowly lifted up his boots, which seemed to be stained with something.

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

He stood there in a daze. All he saw was corpses everywhere. Some had fist-sized holes in their chests, some had countless bullet holes in their bodies, and some had their heads turned 180 degrees.

There was not a single survivor on this sinful street.

His eyes were deeper than ever before, and as sirens sounded from the street corner behind him, he quickly returned, got on his motorcycle, and sped away.

……

In a magnificent manor, accompanied by pleasant symphony music, a man in a suit and tie supported his dance partner and swayed in the hall. Their dance moves were very coordinated. With her hands swaying slightly, the graceful female partner quickly did a high split, turned around gracefully, looked back at the old man sitting in a wheelchair beside her, and revealed a knowing smile.

clap clap clap!
Rod Sionis couldn't help but applaud, his eyes filled with admiration and a hint of indescribable meaning.

"master!"

A middle-aged man in a tuxedo and a high collar slowly came up to the old man and pushed the wheelchair behind him, as if trying to take him away from the place. "A dangerous guy has come to the central area!"

"Danger? Haha!"

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

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

The car sped away, speeding away from the manor.

One black car after another followed closely behind.

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

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

He slowly took out a mask from the wall and put it on his face. With a calm expression, the old man walked all the way to the depths of the cemetery.

At this moment, in the dark cave below the tomb, in a basement made of marble, there is a huge round table. Several men wearing masks are sitting beside the table. All of their masks are of the same style - owls!

As the old man arrived, 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 loudly, 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 sweeping 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 feared. He is just a ridiculous person who holds a sense of justice in his heart and calls himself a righteous man!
Now we have a real opponent. He is extremely cruel and more brutal than criminals. Unlike Batman, the most vicious criminals can only die in his hands. He... seems to be targeting us!"

Low voices echoed in the underground tomb. Everyone in the Court of Owls slowly stared at each other, and everyone suddenly thought of the existence that had recently become famous.

"Judge?"

A voice echoed in the silent room, and everyone turned their eyes to the speaker.

"hey-hey!"

The man put his hands on the table and smiled, his eyes paused slightly on Rod Sionis 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 a riot broke out on 13th Street, and the bars and personnel there suffered heavy casualties. No, everyone in that block at the time died!"

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

"Is that guy warning us?"

The atmosphere in the whole venue became quiet.

(End of this chapter)