Chapter 12: Night Patrol

Beatrix stood by the window, by the side of the road, watching Batman's cape fluttering on the opposite roof, and for a moment could not help but feel unreal.

At this point, there were no more doubts. Somehow, all the hero characters that he was active in this game will be brought into reality. Famous superheroes like his agent, his clone, can replace him to do what he can't do.

Only Batman can be controlled for now, but later can unlock more new hero characters. For example the spider-man character Iron Man, even the character Superman, Doctor Strange and Green Lantern.

But then, he immediately realized one more thing.

It doesn't matter, it's best to let your hero control the way you do your best to stay away.

Both DC and Marvel have similar segments in the original comics. For example, Spider-Man is always wandering around the school they attend, resulting in everyone guessing it could be the teachers and students in the school.

For example, is there any high-tech that can track Superman's flight trajectory on an idle map to the point of complaining about Superman's daily flight path, the result immediately discovered this guy walking around near the newspaper. Earth newspaper.

Having traces of the previous generations of this comic, Beatrix immediately became aware of the hero, so she let herself control a little away from this place. I'm afraid that someday there will be a Fan chasing after the superhero and drawing a path around the world, and then surprised to find out that the hero lines all love to walk around this area, so he is in danger, chance revealed.

As long as I do a good job of hiding stability in the back, the heroes from Marvel DC will all transform into his strong puncher, becoming the basis for him to establish a career in a different world with many styles. this monstrous thing.

Maybe he can even develop into a dark superpower, and he can also be the person behind the instructions.

Thinking of this, he sat back at the computer, controlled Batman to turn and leave, walking through the night while his thoughts did not stop.

Yesterday he felt the free game, but now he feels a little too free. The game hardly gives any instructions, not even things like the main quest, basically don't know what this game wants the player to do.

In fact, after thinking carefully, even the first online quest completed yesterday can't be said to be an exact mission.

In the basic game, there is no clear concept of "mission", just marking the bat on the roof of Klein Corporation to remind the player that there may be situations. But Beatrix thought that at that time, if he did not pay attention to this sign, it would not be impossible to control Batman to go to the city to walk around.

He felt like he really was like opening a Batman simulation, he could go wherever he wanted to do whatever he wanted, there was no mission without a theme, the whole plot unfolded looking at him.

Thinking about what the game needs to do specifically, the game screen suddenly appeared with a small exclamation mark, like a GPS locator updating the route location, the location is not far from Batman.

Jinte felt that today was absolutely her unlucky day.

In the morning, the alarm clock did not ring, fell asleep, hurriedly rode the small electric bike into a spark to bring lightning to the company, and did not eat breakfast, it was still five minutes late.

Slow and slow, and just in time to bump into the manager in the elevator, the manager didn't say two words and scolded him. After arriving at the meeting, I discovered that it was too urgent to go out. Last night, I ran out and forgot on the document, on the spot, the manager kindly asked for the household registration book.

I originally planned to go out in the evening with two best friends to relax and play for a bit to relieve stress, but when I walk, I can fall to the flat ground, drink cold water can numb my teeth, and I can go astray. On the way, she met a group of bad people to talk to her, she didn't pay attention to the fast pace and wanted to leave, but did not expect the person to suddenly pull her back.

"Don't be ignorant of what's good or bad."

"Let go."Jinte hit his opponent's hand, but he didn't think that a pointed man with a face covered was a punch.

This punch made her eyes turn around, and she was also a bit stunned.

"Shameless with a face?" The spiked man said fiercely.

Although not many passers-by were surprised by the arrogance of these people on the road, many people stopped, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Behind him, someone took out a mobile phone as if to call the police, but along with the men who followed the man, one time took the stolen phone and threw it to pieces on the cement floor.

"Like calling, right?" The blonde haired boy waved his hand to the other a slap.

Jinte lay on the ground, half of his cheeks swollen, in his head like more than a thousand flies were flying around. She waved her arms around trying to get up, but was violently punched back to the ground.

The others stood in a circle around her in the middle, and she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. The man was still vaguely shouting something, but the tinnitus prevented her from hearing anything.

She gave up the idea of ​​getting up, and could only try to protect her body. She fantasizes this is just an unadjusted nightmare, perhaps at some point she will wake up in a cold sweat and find herself still in a warm blanket, a day of bad luck has basically no beginning.

The pointy-headed man scolded and waved his fist, pretending to want to swing it down.

Pa!.

Light is off.

Not just street lights, even including lights in roadside buildings, hanging electronic billboards, like an invisible hand covering the light source, pull everything into the darkness of silence.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden event.

The man also retracted the fist that was about to be lowered, frowning: "What happened?"

Spherical objects drawing a parabola were thrown at them, exploding with a slight bang. The smokescreen combined with the darkness quickly covered the entire place.

A figure that opened two black wings, like a demon descending from the sky, fell into the middle of the smoke.

The man with the spiked head couldn't see anything clearly. He only vaguely saw a black shadow appear in front of him, and the next moment the bridge of his nose followed a painful cry.

The pain was like a tidal wave, he let out a scream, and the alcohol was also more than half sober.

"Boss! "

The person next to him waved his hand to break the smoke, one side listened to the approaching sound, but couldn't take two steps, he felt his arm sink, as if something was holding him back. Without time to struggle, the pain followed the sound of the bones, making him almost faint.

The darkness and smoke screen caused their eyesight to be destroyed directly. No one knew what had happened, only the pitiful cries of his companions could be heard in the smoke, like forming a desperate symphony.

The man with a broken nose recovered from the pain of breaking his nose, pulled blood from his nose, and raised his head, then instantly froze in place.

He was not afraid of injury, nor was he particularly afraid of death. In fact, fighting with other people until his face was bruised, his whole body was full of color, for someone like him, it was a very normal thing.

He is the kind of person who has nothing to worry about, fear is a very distant word for him.

After all, even if a person dies, what is there to be afraid of?

Until today, he did not realize that he was wrong.

He saw a vague figure like it appeared in the smoke, automatically adding it to it in his head to form a ferocious, terrifying image. Huge black wings, blood-sucking fangs, like sharp claws born to kill, were what He could see in his deepest nightmares.

Then he saw the thing again towards him.

He was dumbfounded and standing still like an overwhelmed elementary school student. He opened his eyes in panic, looking at the bat-like monster cutting the smoke screen towards him quickly, feeling his heart almost jump out of his chest, a feeling of great fear made him unable to help. move.

A fist fell on his cheek causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood, possibly mixed with teeth. The next punch made him feel two or three broken ribs.

The next shot was especially cruel, the pain was fatal, and the body was the starting point that flooded the whole body - the words could be directly necrotic.

Finally, a move that made him almost stop his heart and lungs. The nail-headed man broke the smoke screen, flew across the street and fell on the opposite sidewalk, when he fell to the ground, causing a scream from passers-by.

At this moment, he felt like a weak piece of porcelain, thrown to pieces this time. Fresh blood poured into his throat, nearly choking him to death.

The smoke cleared away, and all the lights suddenly turned on again.

Jinte gasped, sat up on the ground, looked around dimly, only saw a bunch of vertical streets, the man with the spiked head just flew out to the opposite street, his face was bloody and he didn't know he was dead. or live.

All of the passers-by were surprised to see that they were far away, and there was no one in this half of the way except herself.

She felt a little dizzy, a little unable to digest what she saw before her eyes.

What just happened?