Hell's Kitchen

As soon as the words fell,

  a huge figure suddenly approached everyone.

  Fox and others' faces changed wildly, and they felt a gust of wind coming, giving them no time to react.

  Bang!

  The rude repairman was bleeding on the spot and fainted on the ground.

  Carlos wanted to take the opportunity to escape, but was stopped by a sudden shell.

  Boom!

  The deafening explosion sounded, alarming everyone around the Empire State Building.

  At this moment, all the ignorant people who were working overtime in the next building shouted in fear, looked at the flames burning in the Empire State Building, swallowed their saliva, and knew that something was wrong.

  Beep, beep!

  The New York Police Department's phone was about to be blown up again.

  George Stacy, who was just about to get off work, gritted his teeth.

  A few days ago, the Continental Hotel matter kept him busy for a long time. The group of disabled killers was finally dealt with. He finally felt that he could relax today, and he came again?

  Which bastard is it this time?

  I'm going to make him pay!

  "Director, there was a fierce gunfight in the Empire State Building, and someone used artillery shells!"

  Someone hurriedly reported. "

  Artillery shells?"

  George was stunned, then furious: "RPG? Which bastard dared to place an RPG in the city? Don't you want to live?"

  The man said: "Director, the information cannot be wrong. The telephone operator has been overwhelmed."

  "Shit!"

  George immediately walked out of the office: "What are you doing here? Hurry up and get going!!"

  ...

  After the artillery shell on his shoulder was released.

  Inside the Empire State Building, including Carlos, everyone was stunned.

  They never expected that the other party would play so big!

  This is a heavy weapon level!

  The rule in the city is that whoever uses heavy weapons is equivalent to tearing his face with the city manager.

  Many people consciously abide by this unspoken rule.

  Of course, it is also related to the strict control of heavy weapons by the authorities.

  There is always a certain tacit understanding between the peace of the underground order and the authorities.

  "This is your last chance."

  Seeing that everyone in front of him dared not move, Anton laughed in a low voice, and his red eyes swept over everyone in the audience again.

  All these people were stiff, feeling the terror of Batman.

  It can be seen that Batman is not a man who follows rules, and he is full of confidence.

  After a while,

  the police rushed over.

  At the entrance of the Empire State Building, a group of assassins who were tied together and all their weapons were confiscated sat on the ground helplessly.

  Their eyes were filled with fear.

  Seeing the police car coming, they were unmoved and their expressions were still wooden.

  "Who are these people?"

  A police officer frowned, feeling that these guys were not good people, but they appeared in the image of victims.

  "They are from the Brotherhood!"

  "Ah, assassins again?"

  The police officer was stunned and quickly took out handcuffs.

  On the side, George Stacy appeared. It was him who just revealed the identities of these people.

  He looked at the group of people in front of him and his head was very painful.

  Carlos is a legend in the underground assassin world.

  As an ace assassin in the Brotherhood who has never failed, although he betrayed the Brotherhood, his information has been placed on the desks of many people.

  George had learned from his spies that there would be a fight between the Brotherhoods tonight, and he thought it would not affect the police station, but he never thought it would really get out of hand.

  Using heavy weapons in the Empire State Building!

  This is no small matter!

  Considering the criminal records of these people, they will at least be in prison for life.

  "???"

  George's mind was filled with these three question marks.

  "Who did this?"

  "Who caught these Brotherhood members?"

  "Who is the bastard who put the RPG?"

  He didn't know much about the Brotherhood, but he knew a lot about the local enterprise, the Continental Hotel under the High Table.

  You know, the Brotherhood is one level higher than the Continental Hotel, barely equal to the High Table.

  With this comparison, you can see how shocking it is that these world-class killers from the Brotherhood were all caught.

  "Chief, look, it's Batman!"

  Suddenly, the police officer next to him exclaimed, which made George come back to his senses. He stared at the figure on the top of the Empire State Building and felt as if he had seen this scene somewhere.

  He was dreaming back to a few days ago.

  "Wotfake, it's him again?"

  George widened his eyes and looked at the strange shadow above his head, and his breathing became rapid.

  Swish!

  The next moment, the figure disappeared from everyone's sight just like before.

  A group of policemen fell into silence, and they all felt that the scene a few days ago was repeating.

  "Let's go."

  George waved his hand and sighed.

  To be honest, they really couldn't do anything about this Batman who was elusive and whose identity was unknown.

  "Fortunately, there are no reporters today..."

  George thought of this and breathed a sigh of relief, feeling at least a little comforted.

  If the citizens of New York knew that Batman appeared again, arrested a group of world-class killers, and resolved the gunfight inside the Empire State Building, the New York Police Department would usher in another round of ridicule from the media and citizens.

  As for those who called the police, as long as the gossip was not spread to newspapers and news, the New York Police Department could just pretend not to see it.

  George Stacy was no stranger to such acts of covering one's ears and stealing the bell.

  But he didn't know that not far behind them, a man holding a SLR camera was grinning with a satisfied expression.

  "This photo is good. I'll ask Anton to give me a bonus when I get back."

  Eddie took a lot of photos of the Empire State Building and the police at the door. Of course, he wouldn't miss the scene of the bunny armor flying over the tall building.

  Looking at the photos in the camera and thinking about tomorrow's newspaper headlines, he stopped and went home with satisfaction.

  Anton is really a good boss!

  Knowing that he had just returned to work, he arranged such a good job for him.

  "Not bad, needle and no prick!"

  Eddie left before the police reacted, but he didn't go home because Anton hadn't finished what he had asked.

  The next destination was the gate of the New York Police Department.

  ...

  On the other side.

  The bunny armor disappeared in the Empire State Building and came directly to Hell's Kitchen, not far from the Empire State Building.

  Boom!

  The bunny armor broke into a street in Hell's Kitchen violently.

  The rude posture attracted a lot of attention.

  This is Hell's Kitchen!

  "Oh shit! What is that?"

  "Hey, this is our territory, not a place for playing house."

  "Whatever you want to do, I advise you to think it over carefully."

  A group of people rushed out with guns, aimed at the rabbit armor, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

  Bang, bang, bang!

  The bullets were bounced off the hard shell of the rabbit armor.

  Fire splashed.

  These people were completely stunned.

  They haven't seen such a dishonest thing, a tin monster?

  "This is Kingpin's territory!"

  "I advise you to be kind!"

  These people were a little scared, but their background did not allow them to admit it.

  At the same time.

  There is a secret room inside the building.

  A white man and a black man are having a cordial conversation. The

  white man is wearing a tailor-made high-end suit, and his huge body makes him look very "fat", but only a few people know that this man is full of muscles, an extremely evil, cunning, and powerful man.

  The black man looked quite old, but the cunning light in his eyes told people that he was not someone to be trifled with.

  The two were shaking hands.

  "Welcome to my underground kingdom, Brotherhood."

  As soon as the white man finished speaking, the door to the secret room was pushed open, and a bald man with a target tattoo on his forehead walked in.

  He looked at the two people in the room, ignoring their ugly faces, and said bluntly:

  "Boss, something happened, someone broke in."

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