Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 2 Here comes the hot man flying over with an invincible pace
"Boss, that slut broke into the Gotham Police Department. We have a traitor here. We..."
"I don't want to hear this! I just want Catwoman's body and my stuff. I need to get this done before that bat shows up. If I can't get it back, I'll blow it up.
You know how hot that thing is!
If it is leaked, the result will be that I and my family will die first, and you and your family will follow."
"Got it, Boss."
After a brief communication, sharp gunshots rang out in front of the Gotham Police Department's office building.
The group of lunatics under the Penguin quickly mobilized more forces, and before the police from various places came to support, they rushed into the building that was supposed to symbolize the order of the city with automatic weapons.
Of course, the police who were able to maintain a superficial balance with the Gotham gangs also became ruthless under such circumstances. Commissioner Gordon, who had received the news in advance, had already opened the armory and mobilized the police on duty to hinder the advance of the gangsters.
A large number of civilian staff who were working overtime were asked by the director to evacuate through the back door, but the director himself would certainly not abandon his subordinates in such a situation.
But for Director Gordon, the most pressing question now is:
"You were the one who called just now? Who are you?"
Commissioner Gordon, who was fully armed, wearing a bulletproof vest and a helmet and holding an automatic rifle, frowned as he looked at Mason who was being escorted by three police officers.
The young man had an innocent look on his face, acting as if he was a harmless kid who was just accidentally involved in this crazy situation tonight.
The moment he saw the director, he obediently handed him the sword-shaped hard drive in his hand, as if throwing away a hot potato, and then said to Gordon nonsense:
"I am Batman's informant in the Penguin Gang. I usually maintain a single line of contact with Catwoman. Today, we closed the net and got the most important thing in the hands of the Penguin.
As a law-abiding citizen of Gotham, I feel the police are capable of protecting this important item."
Gordon's eyes widened.
What?
Batman has also started to plant undercover agents in the gangs?
How come Batman's old comrade doesn't know about this?
The chief glanced at the hard drive in his hand, then at the police officer behind him. The police officer pointed at Catwoman who was being placed on the table by emergency personnel outside the office, indicating that what this guy said might be true.
After all, who in Gotham doesn’t know that Catwoman and Batman are having an affair?
This is basically a semi-open secret.
Super villains on Gotham's "Villain Forum" often joke about this and say that Catwoman is Batman's pet, which once made the very independent female thief very unhappy.
"You stay here!"
Commissioner Gordon waved his hand and asked the young man to stay in the office. Mason looked up at the sky through the window. The black and white bat lights reflected on the gloomy clouds made him feel a little relieved in the current situation.
"I can help."
Mason spread his hands and said to Commissioner Gordon, who was about to leave the office to stop the crazy gangsters:
"I betrayed the Penguin Gang, they won't let me go. You should know their style of doing things better than I do. I risked my life to send Catwoman and this thing to you as a show of my sincerity.
Give me a gun, at least."
"boom"
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the entire floor shook violently. The explosion from below made all the armed police officers on this floor change color.
That was definitely the sound of heavy weapons bombardment.
A few timid ones were already lying on the ground trembling, while Gordon staggered to his feet and rushed to the window to look down. He was shocked to find that a few bastards from the Penguin Gang were unloading the "little cuties" that could be carried on their shoulders and fired from their carriage.
“That’s crazy!”
The chief cursed and glanced back at Mason.
The latter had already snatched a semi-automatic rifle , and then turned around and rushed into the armory next to him, doing something unknown.
Two seconds later, Mason rushed out with a bag of grenades, raised his hand and shot to break the glass, then picked up a grenade and pulled out the pin.
Although he didn't understand why the Gotham Police Department's arsenal had such things that ordinary policemen had no use for, the young man still adjusted the strength and landing point according to the throwing trajectory marked in his eyes, took a step forward and threw the grenade out.
There was a loud bang and people and horses fell to the ground below the five-story police station building.
Chief Gordon, wearing a helmet, lay by the window and fired a row of bullets downwards using "African shooting" to suppress the fire, then took the time to take a quick look.
The grenade thrown by the young man landed right on the gangster's pickup truck loaded with heavy weapons, and the explosion completely destroyed the opponent's dangerous firepower point.
"here you go!"
The chief excitedly pounded his fist and banged the wall. The other police officers also looked at the brave Mason eagerly, hoping that he would come to the rescue again.
"R! P! G!"
Just as Mason was hurriedly putting on a bulletproof vest, a female police officer's shrill scream rang out on the other side of the floor. A group of people fell to the ground howling, and a rocket flying from below hit the wall of the top floor. The violent explosion directly blew up half of the wall.
"Chief, they are rushing up from below!"
As people and horses were thrown to the ground, the armed police guarding the stairs also rushed up the stairs with shields full of bullet holes. The dusty Chief Gordon grabbed his gun and led his men to support them. Before leaving, he reminded them:
"You, young man! Although I don't know where you come from, you are definitely not an ordinary person. Help us defend this place, Batman is on the way!
To hold on is to win! "
"Then at least give me a good gun."
Mason pulled two more latches and threw the grenade in his hand out to the left and right along the blown-up wall with a nearly perfect trajectory.
Amid the sudden explosion, he grabbed a helmet, put it on his head, waved his rifle at the director, and shouted:
"I need some parts to modify this thing. Your weapon sucks! It's no match for the gang's firepower. Someone in this police station must be lining their pockets."
"They are all in the armory, find them yourself."
At this time, Commissioner Gordon, who was already leading his men stuck between the stairs on the fourth and fifth floors and immersed in his "gun battle dream", shouted without turning his head.
A few seconds later, there was a horrifying sound of a grenade exploding in the elevator.
After Mason threw all the grenades in his hand and used the perfect trajectory of the combat auxiliary to blow up all the gang's support vehicles, he turned around and rushed into the armory. The seriously injured Catwoman was also transferred here by two female police officers for emergency hemostasis and suturing surgery.
The young man rushed in and opened the weapons cabinet. He looked for suitable weapon components according to the rifle blueprints that had been newly unlocked in the engineering branch on the screen in front of him. He also took the time to glance at the pale-faced Catwoman lying on the table.
"Master, Master, I risked my life to protect your wife. If I still can't win your favor, this is pure discrimination."
at the same time.
In the dark night sky that was flying from outside the city into the city, a black bat-shaped aircraft with an extremely cool appearance was flying through the clouds at a very fast speed.
The man sat in the cockpit as if he was sitting on his throne, his tall body covered by a black cloak, and his mouth exposed from under the bat mask on his head outlined a serious and cold expression.
"Alfred, I need real-time monitoring of the combat zone."
He spoke to his butler and assistant over the comms as he replaced the various components on his cool multi-functional combat belt with raid accessories.
"Okay, Master, Wayne Industries just launched three state-of-the-art communication satellites last month. Perhaps we can 'borrow' them for use."
An old but gentle voice sounded over the communication, with a hint of complaint, saying:
"Also, you really need a new full-time assistant. An old man like me has poor sleep quality. Do you need me to prepare an emergency room for Ms. Selina?
I heard she was seriously injured.
Judging from the current situation, the lady who loves stealing may be the most likely matron of the Wayne family in this generation."
After a few seconds of silence, the master sighed and said:
"We are at war, Ah Fu, please be serious. Approach the battle zone and make an emergency airdrop in three minutes. You will operate the aircraft to provide me with fire support.
By the way, track Oswald's private communication signal. He went too far tonight. It seems he needs to go to Blackgate Prison to calm down. "
"Okay, Master, the Batfighter's non-lethal fire suppression system is now online. I wish you a safe journey on your after-dinner exercise. Don't forget to bring Ms. Selina back.
She might be able to serve as temporary hostess for the charity dinner tomorrow night."
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"As expected of the Gotham Police Department, this arsenal has everything it should and shouldn't have! Too cruel."
Mason looked at the hastily assembled assault rifle in front of him. While the appearance had not changed drastically, the addition of multiple extra components made it heavier and had a more professional feel.
The label that popped up on the light curtain confirmed its change:
Name: M14 assault rifle
Quality: Standard item, poor workmanship
Features: Precision aiming component, large-capacity drum component, recoil reduction component, under-hook grenade component
Producer: Mason Cooper
Item Description: You just combined various parts together in a more efficient way. This is far from the secret of engineering, but good job, rookie.
Successfully complete an engineering artifact assembly and improve your proficiency in engineering branch skills.
"boom"
Just as Mason inserted the round drum into the magazine, a violent explosion erupted outside the armory.
The strong impact shattered the glass of the entire floor and made the policewoman who was doing the stitching behind him scream. Her hand slipped and Catwoman, who was lying on the table with her breasts half exposed, twitched in pain.
"Hold on! Don't be afraid! Girls, we can win!"
Mason stood up from the wall, and with a dazed look on his face, he inserted a black grenade into the under-slung launch tube. He wiped the blood off his face, shouted to the two female police officers in front of him, and gave a thumbs up to Catwoman who was staring at him.
Then he took a deep breath, rushed out from his hiding place, and fell to the ground with a tactical slide.
The armed police officers led by Chief Gordon had been completely suppressed by the gangsters who were rushing up. Seeing that a large group of people were about to rush out from the stairs, Mason raised his gun and pointed it in that direction, shouting:
"Get down!"
"boom"
Amidst the low vibration, black grenades flew out of the muzzle and hit the guys rushing up the stairs. At this moment, Mason saw the leader. Wasn't that the boss who was knocked unconscious by him?
Hello!
You should just lie there quietly and only then will you have a bright future!
"boom"
As the leader, whose face was covered in blood, stared in amazement, a small-caliber grenade fired by his own useless underling came towards him and hit him in the chest. The violent explosion then submerged the entire staircase.
Using weapons like grenades in this room would undoubtedly be suicidal, but the situation at the moment does not allow for that.
Amid the noise like that of demolition, Commissioner Gordon, who was temporarily deafened by the explosion, climbed up covered in dust and dirt and saw the young man who called himself "Batman's informant" rushing out with a strange-looking gun.
He stood on top of the collapsed stairs, holding the gun with both hands in a not-so-standard posture. With the help of combat assistance, this place covered in dust and smoke could not block his vision at all.
The floating aiming frame in front of my eyes kept moving, locking onto approaching figures one after another.
The lengthening of the preset red dotted trajectory made the scene before the young man once again give him the illusion that "I am playing an FPS game in the real world."
"Consider this my farewell to Oswald. Not only did that miser ask me to drop out of school, he even swallowed up the insurance money left to me by my father whom I have never met!"
Mason shouted.
The next second, the sound of gunfire like shelling beans rang out in the destroyed stairwell, and the gangsters' attack was quickly suppressed.
But they have plenty of dirty tricks.
Seeing that group of useless policemen had managed to defend the building tonight as if assisted by God, the Penguin Man who was commanding from below gritted his teeth and gestured to his younger brothers beside him.
Soon, homemade Molotov cocktails were thrown at the ruined building in front of them, which soon ignited a large number of files and papers on the first floor. The fire was intensifying, and the gangsters rushed out quickly. Some of them picked up barrels of explosives from the subsequent cars and pushed out several large gasoline barrels.
They're going to go with plan B.
Bury this building and everyone and everything in it.
"boom"
A gunshot was heard from the top floor, and the thug who was rolling the gasoline barrel was shot in the chest and fell to the ground. Then another gunshot was heard, causing the younger brother holding explosives to fall forward.
"There's a sniper! Take cover!"
Someone shouted, and the aggressive gangsters suddenly panicked.
Mason, who was standing next to the blown-up wall on the top floor, dropped the empty magazine in his hand, took a magazine from Commissioner Gordon who was lying beside him, and inserted it into the gun.
He glanced at the "shooting proficiency improvement" prompts that were flashing across his vision, then glanced at the movement below, and said to Chief Gordon, whose head was covered in blood:
"If that person doesn't come, we're going to be blown up."
"What? What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you!"
Commissioner Gordon shouted to Mason, pointing at his bleeding ear, causing the young man to sigh in frustration.
Commissioner Gordon has the belief to serve the citizens, the will to uphold justice, and his loyalty to his friends is touching. Most of the time, he is brave and resourceful.
The only drawback is that its frontal combat capability is a little bit poor.
How great would it be if you were a Rambo who could take down a hundred people by yourself ?
"Here he comes! Look!"
Just when Mason was about to use combat assistance to hit a few more gangsters to intimidate the opponent and delay time, Gordon, who was temporarily deaf, grabbed his wrist and pointed to the sky with joy.
The young man looked up.
A cool black bat fighter flew across the sky above the police station building like a ghost. It made a flexible turn in the air and a rapid-fire machine gun popped out from the belly of the plane, whistling and plowing towards the ground, just like a ground suppression by an airship.
A sweep dispersed the Penguin Gang members, and several smoke bombs were thrown to the ground.
Then, Mason saw a black figure gliding down like a bat with wings spread, and landed silently on the ground in the chaos.
The occasional sparks in the billowing smoke indicated that a battle was ongoing, but the wailing that followed made the scene before their eyes look like a one-sided "massacre."
Mason breathed a sigh of relief, lowered the gun and turned off the safety, then took off his tattered bulletproof vest and helmet and threw them aside.
He and Commissioner Gordon sat side by side against the bomb-damaged wall, watching the chaotic battlefield below as if they were watching a movie. He then took a crumpled cigarette from the commissioner, who was truly relieved, and leaned over to let the commissioner light it for him personally.
A minute later, the Batfighter switched to fire-fighting mode as it flew over the police station for the second time.
A large amount of foamy water mist was poured down to extinguish the fire in the police station, and also drenched Mason and Gordon who were caught off guard.
"Whoosh"
As the hook gun was fired and pulled, the ghostly man flew out from the battlefield mixed with steam and smoke, like a bat folding its wings, and landed steadily beside Mason and Gordon as his cloak slipped off.
He glanced at the messy police station, and amid the cheers of the police officers, he reached out and took the cigarette from Mason's mouth and threw it on the ground.
The master stared at the young man, and as his expression changed slightly, he said in a hoarse voice:
"Mason Cooper, a high school dropout from Gotham. Your father, Robert Cooper, was once Oswald's henchman and was sent to prison three times by me.
You are 17 years old!
Minors are not allowed to smoke.”
