Chapter 38: Forest of Flesh, The Dark Knight (3/5)

Countless thick tentacles drilled out from the ground, covering the whole city, like a forest made of flesh and blood.

Each of them is several meters thick and tens of meters high. It wriggles on the ground like a giant python without a head. Once it gets close to a bomb disguised as an ordinary car, it will be thrown in the air like a toy, and then it will be naked. The end of the tentacle suddenly split open into a huge mouth, swallowing the car bomb completely.

"What the hell is this?!"

Several soldiers under the clown fired at the tentacles hysterically—the bullets couldn't penetrate the hard skin outside the tentacles, and they became the opponent's belly in a short while.

"Don't make a sound, don't make a sound... They don't seem to have eyes, maybe they use sound or vibration to identify prey."

Some other soldiers sat cautiously in the car, not daring to move, and even lost the courage to breathe.

Outside the car door, a tentacle was slowly wriggling, rubbing against the vehicle, causing the vehicle full of bombs to shake violently.

And just when these soldiers thought they had escaped, the skin of the tentacles outside the window began to change slowly - a huge purple eyeball appeared on the tentacles.

"Ah ah ah ah ah..."

They just let out hysterical screams, but they all disappeared quickly, leaving only a strange silence.

In an instant, almost all the car bombs scattered throughout the city were swallowed by the tentacles summoned by Ye Du.

"The bomb crisis is over, go help the wounded."

Ye Du turned to Gordon and said.

"OK, all right."

Gordon swallowed involuntarily. Although Ye Du successfully resolved the crisis created by the clown, he couldn't accept the terrifying power just displayed. After a few seconds, he slowed down.

"Others follow me!"

Gordon immediately rushed out of the police station with his men.

And Ye Du opened the system's private chat interface:

"Bruce, has the matter over at the TV station been resolved?"

. . . . . .

On TV.

More than twenty heavily armed soldiers were leaning against the window, staring dumbfounded at what was happening outside, their hearts beating like a time bomb about to explode.

"What the hell is that?"

Even with the masks on, others can feel the fear emanating from these outlaws.

At this moment, countless black objects flew from the window, shattered the glass, and hit some soldiers—the moment they touched these soldiers, they released a high-voltage current and stunned them.

The rest of the people quickly gathered together, back to back, without showing any gaps.

They carefully observed what the black object that knocked down their companions was.

Darts, shaped like a pitch-black bat.

"Here he comes! Batman! Attention all!"

These vicious mercenaries immediately became vigilant.

Suddenly, the ceiling above their heads exploded, a black figure fell from it, and the huge impact knocked their formation apart.

batman.

His powerful fist easily knocked out the soldiers closest to him. One soldier drew out a dagger and stabbed at him, but Batman easily dodged the opponent's attack, and then twisted the soldier's arm. He fell over his shoulder and fell heavily on the ground, cracking the floor.

Someone behind him was about to sneak attack, but Batman had already caught the opponent's existence, bent down and spun, flipped the person behind him to the ground with his legs, and then hit the opponent's ribs with his elbow.

The few remaining soldiers took out their rifles and fired at Batman. Batman immediately stood up, turned around, and covered his cloak in front of him, blocking all the bullets pouring in.

The cloak is made of a special fiber material as strong as steel.

"What's going on?! Is this guy invulnerable?"

Before these soldiers could recover, Batman rolled over and came to them. His fist was fast and powerful, directly breaking the guns in their hands, twisting their joints, and then smashed into these soldiers. Soldier's jaw.

In less than a minute, Batman had subdued all the soldiers.

"You're all right."

Because of the shapeshifter and his intentionally lowering his voice, Batman's words sounded so deep and deep that no one would equate him with daytime playboy Bruce Wayne.

After hearing Batman's words, the hostages on the TV station escaped one after another.

At this time, Batman just received a private message from Ye Du.

"Bruce, has the matter over at the TV station been resolved?"

"It's all settled."

Batman replied,

"Where's Gordon and the police?"

"Gordon and the others are fine, and rescue operations have already begun."

Ye Du replied.

"Mr. Ye Du, may I ask if you have found the location of the clown?"

Batman asked, then tapped his left wrist with his right hand, and a microcomputer popped up, listing various data on it.

"He was able to make so many car bombs, and the fact that the police didn't receive many reports of stolen vehicles, it means that Joker is in a place where he can use cars at will. Combined with the appearance of these vehicles, he should be in an abandoned car yard. "

"No, he won't be there."