The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3334 Bloody New City (83)

Chapter 3334 Bloodshed in New City (Eighty-three)

Batman stood on the roof of Wayne Building, the night wind whistling past, making his cape rustle. He stared down at the bat tracker in his hand, and the flashing red dot on the screen was gradually approaching the target location. The rich man named David Antaphos was last seen here.

There were more "no signal" signs on the target map than raindrops falling on the screen. The surveillance network that he had spent so much effort to build in the upper city was destroyed by the Angel of Death in less than a month.

He gently pressed the communicator to his ear and whispered, "Nightwing, activate the thermal imaging scan on the Batmobile. I need to confirm any signs of life in the building."

"Processing." Nightwing's steady voice came from the headset. A few seconds later, a blue thermal image appeared on Batman's goggles, and there were three figures in the villa, a woman and two children.

"Target confirmed," Batman whispered, "Ready to act."

Nightwing climbed up to the roof with a grappling hook and leaped up as nimbly as a water bird, landing silently in the yard.

But just as he approached the back door, he heard some noise coming from the front yard, a mixture of a woman's screams, a child's crying, and some obscure words.

Nightwing drew his weapon in an instant, climbed up onto the roof again, hunched over the roof and looked towards the front door, where a tall figure in a red cloak stood.

The flaming sword in the hands of the Angel of Death burned in the darkness, and the blazing firelight illuminated his stern face under his hood.

"Angel of Death, let them go!" Nightwing said in a deep voice. He slid down from the eaves, rolled neatly on the ground, and rushed towards the Angel of Death.

The angel of death just sneered, swung the flaming sword violently, and the hot sword energy cut through the air, "Who let me go?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped up, and the flaming sword slashed down with a scorching wave of air. Nightwing quickly turned sideways, crossed his short sticks in front of his chest, and barely blocked the attack.

The heat wave of the flames hit him in the face, and Nightwing felt that the hot air he inhaled was burning his heart and lungs, but he did not retreat. Instead, he used the force to flip backwards and create some distance.

"No matter what, you shouldn't attack innocent people!" Nightwing looked at him fearlessly, spinning his two sticks in his hands and rushing towards the Angel of Death. His movements were as fast as the wind, and the short sticks drew two silver arcs in the air, hitting the Angel of Death's side.

The Angel of Death snorted coldly, and swept the flaming sword across, the fiery sword energy forced Nightwing to retreat. However, Nightwing did not stop, his steps were as light as a cat, and he quickly went behind the Angel of Death and stabbed him in the back with the short stick.

The Angel of Death reacted very quickly, swung his flaming sword back, and the blazing flames pushed back Nightwing's attack. The two weapons collided in the air, sparks flew, and the clash of fire and metal ignited one small explosion after another in the night.

"Do you think you can stop me?" The Angel of Death's voice was full of sarcasm, "This city needs to be purified, and I am that fire!"

"No, you are just destroying!" Nightwing gritted his teeth and responded, and suddenly attacked with both sticks, aiming directly at the head of the Angel of Death. The Angel of Death raised his sword to block, but Nightwing's attack was continuous, and the short sticks fell like raindrops, forcing the Angel of Death to retreat again and again.

Suddenly, Nightwing seized an opportunity and hit the wrist of the Angel of Death with the short stick. The flaming sword flew out of his hand and stuck in the ground not far away. The Angel of Death roared and punched Nightwing in the face, but Nightwing had already anticipated this move and dodged sideways, and the short stick hit the Angel of Death in the abdomen.

The Angel of Death groaned and staggered back, his eyes filled with more anger. Nightwing didn't give him a chance to breathe, and attacked continuously with his two sticks like lightning, and finally knocked the Angel of Death to the ground with a heavy blow.

Nightwing covered his wrist that had just been burned by the flames, took a deep breath and said: "Whether you believe it or not, I want to help you. Don't make any more mistakes, Paul."

The Angel of Death lay on the ground, the embers of the flaming sword flickering beside him. He looked up at Nightwing, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but in the end he just sneered and closed his eyes.

Nightwing clicked his headset and said, "I encountered the Angel of Death, but I dealt with it. Do you want me to take him back?"

"Angel of Death? How could he appear in...abnormal energy reaction! Nightwing! Get out of the way!!!"

With a bang, a huge fireball hit where Nightwing was standing. Nightwing glared at the figure that gradually emerged from the darkness.

"It's you again! You damn devil!!!"

Brad spread his hands innocently and said, "I was just thinking, it's you again, you omnipresent Batman lackey. Why on earth do you have to keep chasing us?!"

"That's because you always hurt innocent people!"

The angel of death lying on the ground sneered again. He said, "Innocent? Do you know where the money came from to raise the women and children you protect? If he had paid me on time, all the crimes you hate would not have happened."

Nightwing sighed and said, "I think you're right. They treated you badly. You should find a way to protect yourself. But if you kill them, nothing will change. There are other people you should be dealing with."

"Are you talking about me? Or Batman?"

"You should know it's not." Nightwing's tone didn't waver at all. He said, "Now the Joker is trying to kill all the rich people over you. If you don't stop him, you will never get your revenge."

"I don't care who killed them, I just want them to die."

“But if you continue to run around killing people in the rain like this, you will definitely not live to see their funerals. Maybe the survivors among them can go to your grave and say a few hypocritical words of apology, and show your kindness in front of the media.”

The Angel of Death suddenly began to retch.

Brad looked at Nightwing and said, "You're better at talking than Batman. I promise I'll keep an eye on him as much as possible and don't bother him again."

After saying that, a cloud of smoke rose up, and Brad, the Angel of Death and his sword disappeared together.

"I think this is wrong," Nightwing said, "I didn't chase him this time, but he came here of course."

"Someone is delaying our investigation," Batman said. "I heard that the Pale Knight is in some trouble and can't get out of here for the time being. I'm afraid you'll have to go and help him."

"What's wrong with him?" Nightwing said as he walked into the house.

"I met a speedster." Batman didn't elaborate.

Nightwing comforted the woman and the child and asked them where their husbands were, but the lady only told them that their husbands had hired an exorcist, and after the exorcism ceremony, he disappeared completely.

This is basically consistent with the results Batman obtained in other investigations, and as expected, he learned Schiller's name from this woman.

Nightwing was still a little bit unbelievable. He got on the Batmobile and said, "How could Dr. Schiller become the Joker's lackey?"

"You're too optimistic," Batman said, "You should ask why the Joker became Schiller's lackey."

"What nonsense are you talking about? The Joker's crazy brain doesn't allow him to be ordered around by anyone. He will only go crazy based on his own ideas."

"That was before." Batman's tone gradually deepened, and he said, "Now the Joker has no choice."

Rainy nights in Gotham always bring a depressing and suffocating feeling. The rain pours down, hitting the street surface and splashing water.

Nightwing drove the Batmobile, the roar of the engine shattered the rain curtain, and the headlights projected two dazzling beams of light on the wet road.

The tights had been soaked through in the previous battle in the rain and stuck tightly to the skin, but the sharp eyes under the mask were always staring at the front - the silver-white sports car of the Pale Knight was speeding not far away, and the taillights were blurred into a scarlet halo in the rain.

"Mr. Napier, it's me! I'm here to help you." Nightwing shouted into the intercom, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The Batmobile rushed out like an arrow. The rain wet the windshield and blurred the vision, but he drove the heavy Batmobile like a flying bird, shuttling freely on the road full of obstacles.

The Pale Knight's sports car made a sharp turn in front of him, the tires made a screeching sound on the slippery road, and the car body drifted through the corner almost out of control. Nightwing followed closely behind, and the Batmobile tilted in the corner, with one tire almost off the ground.

"Batman, help me lock on to his route!" Nightwing pressed the communicator next to his ear, his voice a little blurry amid the roar of the engine.

"Tracking him." Batman's voice was calm and clear. "There's an overpass three hundred meters ahead. He might try to shake you off from there."

Nightwing narrowed his eyes, trusting Batman's judgment. Sure enough, the Pale Knight's sports car suddenly accelerated and rushed towards the viaduct. Nightwing did not hesitate, and the Batmobile followed closely behind.

"Help me stop the Challenger ahead." The Pale Knight's angry voice came from the intercom. He said, "This guy is an expert. Be careful."

"I know." Nightwing raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I will let him see what a real racing kid is."

Nightwing's eyes were fixed on the Challenger in front of him. The opponent was very agile, swaying left and right to avoid the pressure of the Pale Knight, while speeding up.

"The target is moving towards the dock, I need to block the route." Nightwing pressed the communicator beside his ear, his voice calm and quick.

"The traffic signal control device has been activated." Batman seemed to be busy with something else and looked a little absent-minded.

Nightwing nodded, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the car rushed out like an arrow.

The Pale Knight was trying to stop the car for the twentieth time when another car rushed out from the side street. The Batmobile, as deep as a black hole, cut into the main road like a ghost and drove side by side with him.

"Two against one, even if we win it's not a fair victory." A teasing voice came over the intercom channel.

"If you are caught by me, I will let you know what it means to win unfairly." The tone of the Pale Knight became colder.

The two cars were in front and behind, chasing like cheetahs. Bruce had one hand on the steering wheel, not showing any nervousness at all.

He suddenly made a sharp turn, and Nightwing and Pale Knight reacted almost at the same time. The two cars, one black and one white, drew a graceful arc in the bend like black and white swans embracing each other, closely following the target.

"The front has been blocked, he has nowhere to escape." Nightwing whispered, grabbing the short stick behind him with one hand.

The Pale Knight did not respond, but accelerated suddenly, pressing directly against the flank of the challenger. Bruce seemed to panic suddenly, and the car body swayed from side to side, trying to get rid of the pursuit.

Nightwing saw the right moment, the Batmobile drifted, cut in from the side, the car window dropped, and the short stick was thrown out suddenly. The wheel ran over the short stick and skidded for a moment. The Challenger's body suddenly tilted and lost control and crashed into the guardrail on the side of the road.

boom!

Shila-

The tires of the Batmobile left a long water mark on the road, hitting the Challenger's passenger door directly and pushing the driver's door against the guardrail on the side of the road.

The Pale Knight's sports car also stopped steadily on the other side. The door opened and the Pale Knight walked out, pointing the gun in his hand at the Challenger's door.

"Game over." The Pale Knight said coldly.

As the back door slowly opened, a figure walked out with his hands raised, leaving Nightwing stunned.

His hand slowly touched the earphones and he shouted in shock: "Batman...you didn't tell me that this speedster was you!!!"