Chapter 83: Assassin Alliance

Talia Or Gul in a crimson dress walked out of the hall quickly, the bald man with a moustache followed him with a silver suitcase, and the kryptonite that was sold for a billion dollars was locked. In this iron shell. The dark red Ferrari had been waiting outside the door for a long time, and the two of them got in the car one after another, and the Ferrari engine burst out loudly.

The dark red sports car drove all the way out of the city center and arrived outside an abandoned warehouse in Gotham Wharf.

From the outside, this warehouse does not seem to have any noteworthy place. All the windowpanes are dilapidated and covered with cobwebs. The roof structure looks shaky. The outer wall has not been touched for many years, and it is so dirty that it is almost undesirable. Let your eyes stay for a few more seconds.

When the bald man pulled the metal rolling shutter open, the style of painting inside suddenly changed. I saw two rows of burning braziers neatly standing in this abandoned warehouse, and the flickering fire light illuminates most of the space. The brazier encloses a circular open space in the middle of the warehouse. Oriental ninjas wearing all black uniforms and covering their faces with black cloth towels dance knives and swords in the middle, and the light of silver swords passes by with the whistling wind, flames It shook violently with the knife wind.

The ninjas tacitly put away their swords when Talia walked with graceful steps, and saluted her neatly and respectfully. Talia strode past between them and ordered: "We are done here. Everyone, prepare to evacuate."

No one made any sounds, and all ninjas heard the commands and started to execute them as if they had been inputted in a machine, precise and efficient.

An imperceptible smile flashed across Talia's stern face, as cunning as a fox but extremely charming. She had a right hand, and three dark gray darts suddenly appeared in her hand. She whirled, the darts suddenly let go, drew three concealed arcs and flew into a dark corner beyond the reach of the fire at the height of the warehouse, and then disappeared as if swallowed by the darkness.

Talia chuckled: "Since they are all here, why hide in hiding? We haven't seen each other for so long, so why not come out and say hello."

After a few seconds of silence, a black shadow jumped down, and the large cloak opened in midair, like wings of a bat.

Batman squatted down in front of Talia, staring vigilantly at the beautiful and dangerous face through his white eyepieces.

"Hi, detective." She greeted with a smile, "Long time no see."

"Not long enough." Batman said coldly, "Talia, what have you done this time?"

Talia smiled and raised the suitcase in her hand: "I guess you already know."

"I will stop you."

"Oh of course you will, you will try hard, as always." Talia said, "but this time, you will fail."

As she said, she turned around and started walking towards the warehouse door: "Sorry, detective. Although I'm happy to tell you about the past, I still have a car to catch, so I'll do it next time."

"I think it's fine now."

Batman said hoarsely, and dashed towards Talia, who was facing away from him. As soon as his right hand was about to grab Talia's shoulder, a figure suddenly jumped out from one side, and a vague fist shadow instantly occupied his vision. Instinctively told him that the people here were extraordinary, and he had to stop temporarily and drew back to avoid the punch.

It was the man with a mustache and bald head who followed Talia at the auction. He forced Batman back with a punch. After taking the initiative, he refused to give up, and his fists alternated swiftly and fiercely. , So dense that it almost leaks. Batman dismantled his parry with his arms and dodged from side to side. He stepped back four or five steps until his back hit the stack of empty wooden boxes in the warehouse. The bald man followed with another punch. Batman was short and rolled on the spot. The opponent's powerful fist smashed the wooden box in the middle, and a stack of boxes crashed to the ground.

"Oss," Talia led the remaining ninjas, chuckling before going out, "try not to kill him."

"Yes, Master." The bald man was still expressionless, as if his face had been carved into this look since he was born, and he had already lost the function of expression change.

Batman gritted his teeth. Assassin League Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, there are countless unknown masters, this Oss seems quite difficult to deal with. Batman is confident that he can win this big man, but it is a bit difficult to fight quickly in a short time. He can't stay here for too long, otherwise it won't be so easy to catch up with Talia next time-she is a master who is missing.

Oss stood in front of him, his burly figure resembling a hill, and his ten-finger bones creaked. He roared like a violent bull ramming, his fists waved with a fierce wind. Batman turned his head to avoid, and moved back two steps to the left, so that a little trick of relieving his strength parryed another punch. Oss roared loudly, his fist was faster than his fist, like a squally rain, the fist was blowing dust everywhere.

Batman tried seven or eight moves to hide and block the ground, and roughly figured out the guy's way. This guy named Oss is so brutal that he is probably born with him. His sturdy fast punches are almost tailor-made for him, can maximize his strength advantage, completely control the rhythm of the battle, and suppress the opponent's breath.

Powerful, but also very simple and easy to understand, because he only pursues fast and fierceness, and there are almost no changes in all his moves. Generally, it may not be obvious when facing the enemy, but once you encounter a real master, it is easy to become an Achilles heel.

Just like now.

After thoroughly seeing through the way of this bald guy, this guy is not a threat at all. Batman no longer dodges, he strode forward to face the fierce offensive, and while avoiding a punch, he grabbed the opponent's wrist while pulling his hand, and at the same time he got under the opponent's arm. past. Batman's left hand grabbed Oss's arm back, and at the same time, his right elbow slammed his opponent's ribs, and his right fist immediately bounced, hitting the bridge of his nose before the pain signal could even be transmitted to his brain.

Oss couldn't help but yelled "Ah", desperately broke free of Batman's restraint with brute force, and turned around with a punch. But his move had already been seen through, Batman leaned back and avoided the punch, and his black boots slammed his back knee. Ossense couldn't help but kneel on the ground, Batman turned around and slammed his leg on his chest, the force shook him up and down.

Without giving him a chance to breathe, Batman jumped over him, grabbed Oss' right arm with both hands, and stepped on his shoulder. As he gritted his teeth, his arms suddenly exerted force, only to hear a crisp bone crack from Oss shoulder, the latter could not help screaming "Ah", his face instantly became pale, and his forehead was full of fines Of sweat.

But this guy is really a bull. At this point, he is still holding the corner of Batman's cloak with his other hand, trying to stand up again. Batman had to make a big kick on his forehead, making him completely unconscious.

Two minutes, not too long, still too late.

Batman took a deep breath and walked out of the warehouse. At this time, the sky has gradually dimmed, the dark night has quietly fallen, and the pier without a trace of light is silently shrouded in darkness. Until two beams of lights pierced out from a dark corner like sharp swords, the pitch-black beast galloped out with the roar of the engine, and the bat chariot came straight in the direction of Batman, like a horse. The owner's mount.