Volume 1: Welcoming Gotham Chapter 5: What are you doing with just a few hundred dollars a month?
In the bat cave under Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred made himself a third cup of coffee and sat down in front of the super cool bat computer with tired steps.
Twenty-four screens in front of the old man's eyes were monitoring all important locations in Gotham City in real time.
When Batman goes out on night patrols, Alfred helps him monitor the city, which sounds like an evil task. Of course, when Robin was around, this job would be done by Robin.
"Young Master is fighting the Black Mask's drug factory on Naihe Island. The progress is in order. The East District Bank was robbed by thugs. Calculating the time and planning the route, Young Master can just deal with them on the way back.
There was a gunfight in the Audisburg area, and the density of firepower was very high.
let me see……"
Ah Fu pushed his reading glasses, took a sip of strong coffee and zoomed in on the surveillance video. After a few seconds, the old man's expression became serious and he immediately dialed the number.
"Afu, I'm busy."
Came Batman's deep voice.
But the old butler ignored it and said briefly:
"Mason Cooper has been attacked at Gordon's safe house. He is on the run and may need backup."
"?"
The master asked in surprise:
"Lucius helped him build that safe house. It has a very high level of confidentiality. How could it be... Wait! Isn't the person who came here a gangster killer?"
"no."
Ah Fu stared at the fast-moving men in black on the screen. He pursed his lips and said:
"Master, Lei Xiaogu's assassins have returned to this city."
"Plan the best route for the Batmobile immediately! Send out the Batplane to support Mason and rescue that young man!"
Batman's voice also rose several degrees, and Alfu immediately got busy in the Batcave.
On the other side, Mason Cooper, who was in the war zone, had no idea that Batman was on the way. He felt that he was really about to die.
These killers in front of him are indeed the Penguin’s trump cards.
Their combat skills are far superior to those of the gangsters. To give you a most intuitive example, even if Mason has a BUG-like combat assistance, it is still difficult to hit them using the aiming frame and preset trajectory configuration.
These guys are on the move all the time.
Anyone who has played FPS games knows that shooting at moving targets is much more difficult than shooting at fixed targets.
In this sparsely populated four-story apartment, the silent men in black were moving quickly in groups of three, as if they were playing a game of cat and mouse with Mason, but their attack method was extremely brutal, and they would simply explode and break through any obstacles they encountered.
There was also a gunman with night vision goggles guiding him in front, making Mason's escape quite difficult.
Fortunately, the combat assist's free aiming frame can at least show Mason the movements of approaching enemies, just like a small radar, which allows him to barely maintain a slight advantage in dangerous gunfights.
Commissioner Gordon's gun had run out of bullets, so Mason used it as a "hidden weapon" and smashed it out, forcing the man in black who was rushing towards him to duck and dodge.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, he took a step forward, turned the umbrella handle, ejected the fighting spear, and thrust it forward fiercely, with a touch of rifle assassination style.
"Successfully performed a melee execution. The fighting skill branch is opened and is currently at Lv0."
The man in black who was attacked opened his eyes wide, probably because he didn't expect that this black umbrella could have such a trick.
But he fell to the ground instantly after being stabbed in the heart, and Mason quickly grabbed the gun in his hand. In the chaos, there was no time to aim accurately. The young man raised his hand and fired a volley of bullets to drive back the killer outside the door.
He didn't have time to read the prompt carefully, so he rushed to the window, smashed the glass with the butt of his gun, and looked down.
This is the second floor.
You might die if you fall...
"clang"
A round object was thrown into the house. Mason only had time to look back before he cursed and jumped down by grabbing the window frame.
There was a loud bang.
The grenade that exploded in the room sent blinding flames gushing out of the window, and the force of the impact hit the young man like a heavy punch, sending him tumbling and crashing into the lawn outside the apartment.
The soft ground saved Mason from falling and getting his head blown, but the fall from a height caused his legs to hurt badly.
Maybe a fracture?
"puff"
Mason grabbed the hemostatic agent that Commissioner Gordon had given Batman and injected himself in the leg.
The cold liquid injected into his blood vessels allowed him to regain the ability to move after a few seconds, but the darkness lurking danger all around forced him to limp away.
Those Penguin killers are already coming around.
There were several cars parked at the intersection ahead. In the light curtain in front of Mason's eyes, the floating aiming frame had locked onto more than a dozen enemies. This ambush situation made the young man feel despair.
But before those guys surrounded them, a familiar bombardment sounded from the dim sky.
Mason looked up and saw a ghostly Batfighter swooping down from the sky, its high-speed rotating machine gun continuously firing at the ground, blasting the vehicle in front of him and creating an escape route for the young man.
"It's you, Master, who has to pay it back at the critical moment."
Mason, who had escaped from a desperate situation, was overjoyed. He leaned on the Penguin's umbrella, dragged a stolen gun, and ran towards the direction of the combat cover, firing his gun as he ran.
He didn't know that the fighter was remotely controlled by Alfred at the moment, but Mason knew that the appearance of the Batfighter was his only chance of escape.
He had to run to an open area to board the fighter plane before it landed.
Behind him, in the darkest night of the day, the Batfighter patrolled back and forth, providing continuous fire coverage that forced the man in black back into the apartment. The exchange of fire in the sky and on the ground behind him had the atmosphere of a front-line battlefield.
But this is what happened in Gotham's main city.
I have to say, the fact that gangster killers raided the police safe house and the city's superheroes had to come out to rescue them is really Gotham-like.
"I'm here! Come on!"
Mason gritted his teeth and endured the pain to climb onto the roof of a two-story building. Apart from his legs, there were at least two bullet holes on his body that were bleeding.
Thanks to the injection of hemostatic analgesic just now, otherwise the pain alone would be enough to overwhelm the young man.
But even so, he was already at the end of his strength.
Mason was exhausted after fighting with the well-trained black-clad killer for only seven or eight minutes. The little pride he had felt after beating up the gangsters had long since disappeared.
There's really nothing to be proud of about defeating the lowest creature on Gotham's food chain.
He waved his hands in the dark, watching the Batfighter swooping down towards him. A sense of relief at surviving the disaster made the now dusty young man smile.
But before the smile faded, three rockets flew out from the darkness behind and roared towards the ghostly fighter plane with long tails of flame.
Alfu's piloting skills were truly amazing. He made the Batfighter dodge the first two shots with a classic falling leaf move, but was hit on the tail by the last shot.
In the light of the huge fireball rising into the sky, the bat fighter trailing black smoke flew obliquely over Mason's head like a bird with a broken wing, and finally crashed into the large square three blocks away and became a burning torch in the dark night.
"!"
Mason stared at the scene in amazement.
A chilly feeling enveloped my heart at this moment.
He was able to actually shoot down Batman’s fighter plane. He must not be an ordinary gangster killer!
Now he was being hunted by this group of lunatics. Without the fire support of fighter planes, he was tired and injured. He immediately felt that the future was bleak.
"Aren't Penguin's minions too hard-working?
I know he bought you insurance and treated you well, but is it really worth doing this for a boss who was sent to prison?
With so little money every month, what are you doing? "
Mason cursed as he crawled down on the roof of the two-story building, placed the gun he had snatched on the eaves and pointed it in the direction where the men in black were coming from.
His leg was injured, and escaping rashly would only lead to his death. His only hope now was to hold on here and wait for Batman to arrive.
Fortunately, I have distanced myself from them. With the help of combat, I should be able to delay for a while...
boom!
A sudden gunshot made Mason roll to the side, covering his face. The bullet shattered the scope of the rifle in his hand and at the same time grazed his cheek like a knife, almost blowing his head off.
"There's a sniper!"
This thought rushed into the young man's mind and he immediately opened the Penguin's umbrella. Almost at the same time, the second bullet came and hit the bulletproof surface of the armed umbrella hard.
As Mason watched, the sharp bullet spun like a dagger, drilled through a hole in the umbrella, and hit the ground beside him, splashing a trail of sparks.
The Penguin's umbrella can defend against small-caliber bullets, but it can't defend against sniper bullets!
Mason's heart suddenly sank.
Are the gangster killers in Gotham so professional? They even used snipers to hunt down an ordinary person like me?
Mason quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around the closed umbrella, then put his baseball cap on the tip of the umbrella. This was a method he learned from movies and TV shows to deal with snipers.
He did not act rashly.
Instead, he lay on the ground, picked up the rifle with the shattered scope, and quietly set it up on the other side of the eaves.
He no longer paid attention to the constantly moving aiming frame on the light screen, and focused all his attention on the sniper's position.
After taking a deep breath, Mason squinted his eyes and raised the camouflage prop in his other hand, but the opponent was obviously not fooled. He did not attack the camouflage, but calculated the distance and fired three shots at the place where Mason might be lying.
The random roof brick next to his head made the young man sweat profusely, but the moment the other party fired a shot, a small aiming box finally popped up in front of his eyes.
Judging from the distance, it is at least five hundred meters!
The gun in his hand was a short-range submachine gun. At such a long distance, the preset trajectory even appeared to be a projectile trajectory, but it didn't matter. Mason adjusted the muzzle height so that the preset trajectory and the aiming frame coincided.
Pull the trigger.
boom.
The flying bullet left a trail of stars.
There was no prompt for shooting execution, so it looks like it missed.
Mason was a little disappointed.
But the situation soon did not allow him to continue to be disappointed. He turned his gun and aimed at the black-clad commandos who had rushed to the building below and started shooting.
And five hundred meters away, at a window of the apartment where black smoke was emitting, a small figure dressed in black was frowning.
He looked at the sniper rifle's scope that was broken by the bullet in his hand, and touched the faint scratch on his cheek.
"Such accurate shooting at this distance is close to the realm of 'super shooting'. The information from the Penguin Gang is wrong! Is that guy really just a 17-year-old dropout?"
The little man said to the two black-clad commanders standing behind him:
" The combat objective has changed. Capture him alive!"
A few seconds later, Mason, who was under great pressure, suddenly felt that the number of bullets fired from all around him decreased significantly, which made him feel relieved but also felt more pressure.
The black-clad killers have an absolute advantage.
Now that they have stopped shooting, they must be trying to capture me alive and torture me. The Penguin Gang certainly doesn't have any rules of three knives and six eyes, but the fate of a traitor like me who is caught will definitely not be good.
"We have to fight hard!"
Mason dropped his empty rifle and grabbed the Penguin's armed umbrella.
He breathed deeply, waiting for the moment when the first wave of men in black rushed onto the roof, then he opened his umbrella and rushed out. He emptied all the bullets in the umbrella handle in one breath, and when he was surrounded, he twisted the umbrella handle to let the green poison gas spray out from the tip of the umbrella.
The poison gas spray lasted for a few seconds and then turned into a flame spray, causing several men in black to fall from the roof with screams, but Mason was also slashed several times.
He was forced to the corner of the eaves, and twisted the handle of the armed umbrella to the bottom with force. With a bang, the hollow and sharp umbrella tip popped out, and directly pierced the heart of a man in black at this distance.
Mason couldn't even stand steadily.
He even felt dizzy and the world was spinning before his eyes. Seeing the men in black surrounding him, he used his last bit of strength to grab the handle of the umbrella and pulled it hard, and the hidden sword was pulled out.
This would be his last act of defiance.
"Buzz"
A low engine roar came from the other end of the street. After smashing two walls in succession, the heavy and stylish black chariot decorated with bats rushed into the battle zone like a tank.
This is exactly the "divine force descending from the sky" that Mason has been waiting for!
Although Mason was still nearly a thousand meters away, the entry of the Batmobile still made the men in black immediately adjust their combat focus.
Especially the short commander.
He seemed particularly excited.
"Batman shows up! He's mine! Get him!"
"Batman shows up!"
The same thought occurred to Mason.
The young man's tense spirit suddenly relaxed at this moment, and the excessive blood loss caused his eyes to go black, and he fell from the eaves of the two-story building holding his staff and sword.
If he hits down with this move, he will definitely get shot in the head.
But just before Mason fell into a coma, he felt himself being caught by a pair of strong hands, and what came into his sight was a face wearing a strange mask.
"Hello, Penguin Betrayer."
The man gently injected a sedative into Mason's neck and whispered to the staggering young man:
"What a wonderful performance, it makes me feel that it is well worth the trip tonight. Now, go to sleep, and when you become one of us, you will realize what a glorious opportunity you will be given.
Anyway, welcome to join us.
Welcome to join the Star Club..."
"Put him down!"
Several killers in black surrounded us from all sides.
Obviously, this guy who suddenly appeared was not one of theirs.
Facing the shining swords and black muzzles of guns in the hands of the men in black, the guy holding Mason sneered disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand, a one-handed sword with a golden hilt like a golden eagle spreading its wings jumped into his hand.
He waved lightly.
The blinding light burst out from the sword, blinding the unsuspecting black-clad killers. Then the dull sound of a sharp blade piercing the body was heard in the dark alley.
The battle was over in just three or four seconds. It was a one-sided massacre. Surrounded by bleeding corpses, the man carrying the unconscious Mason was considerately helping him to retrieve the tip and accessories of the armed umbrella. The mysterious guy quickly walked to the end of the alley and casually pushed open a door.
He took one last look back at the battlefield.
With a bit of greed and desire, he looked at the black figure in the distance who was beating up the assassins of the League of Assassins with the help of the Batmobile, then shook his head with regret, walked into the door and disappeared.
