Chapter 61: A warrior who cannot use magic is not a good archer (Modified!)
Pamela blinked, her face full of an incredible expression.
What did she just see?
That vicious and terrifying big zombie actually turned into a cucumber in an instant?
Is this reasonable?
Her face was filled with curiosity: "How did you do this?"
"It is very simple, as long as you are like me, just cheating."
Lynn said while taking out the dimensional pocket.
Taking advantage of the fact that the big zombie hadn't recovered yet, he directly put this emerald-green cucumber inside.
"Cheating?"
Pamela frowned, her mind full of question marks.
This wasn't playing a game, how could one cheat?
Looking at Pamela who had a bewildered expression, Lynncouldn't help shaking his head inwardly.
Harley was still the best; no matter what he said, Harleycould always get his meaning.
Once he finished this hidden quest, he would thoroughly study the origins of humanity with Harley.
"Right, do you know what the weakness of this big zombie is?" Lynn's face was full of doubt.
Such a zombie, having great strength and not fearing Fire was one thing, but it could even fucking regenerate.
Could this guy really have no weaknesses?
"I'm not clear either." Pamela shook her head.
"From the current perspective, he can regenerate quickly, has very strong strength, and isn't afraid of pain either."
Seeming to think of something, she added:
"Right, he also seems to be able to infinitely resurrect in Slaughter Swamp."
"Infinite resurrection?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.
He thought of the skill Feast, which could devour supernatural creatures to stack attributes.
If the big zombie could really resurrect infinitely, wouldn't he be able to stack layers infinitely and become a numerical monster surpassing Superman?
"It's just...
How should we beat this big zombie's HP down below 20%?"
Lynn frowned slightly, his earth-shattering intelligence continuously pondering.
"If it's just seriously injuring him, I know someone who can do it."
Pamela's voice interrupted his thoughts.
"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Lynn came back to his senses, his face resentful.
Pamela curled her lips: "You didn't ask me either."
Lynn: "..."
Inside the dim and cramped cell.
A girl wearing white gauze curled up quietly on the bed, wandering in her dreams.
Her face was exquisite, her skin as white as snow, resembling a princess stepping out of a fairy tale.
Seeming to see something bad in her dream, the girl frowned slightly.
At this time, two figures, a man and a woman, walked into this cell.
Lynn withdrew his gaze from the girl, wearing an expression of "are you kidding me", and looked at Pamelabeside him.
"You couldn't possibly be talking about this girl, right?"
This girl looked like some spoiled eldest young lady from a wealthy family; how could she help him seriously injure Solomon Grundy?
"That's right."
Pamela nodded and lowered her voice.
"I suggest you be careful. Even though Rolisa is a girl, in reality... she is a demon."
Lynn placed his gaze on the girl and couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva.
"A demon?"
It had been a long time since he last ate a demon; he was feeling somewhat impatient with hunger.
"Since you put it that way, I'm getting excited."
Lynn took out the salted fish thrusting sword and walked quickly in front of the girl.
He gestured twice at her neck, calculating how to slash her HP below 80% with a single sword strike.
"Wait, you're going to kill her?" Seeing his action, Pamelahurriedly asked.
"Otherwise?" Lynn retorted, "Isn't a thing like a demon something that everyone should kill?"
"Then who are you going to find to help you take down Solomon Grundy?" Pamela's face was speechless.
She felt that all the madmen in Arkham Asylum combined weren't as crazy as the guy in front of her.
Why was he so excited just hearing that Rolisa was a demon?
Right at this moment, a blue system prompt suddenly appeared in front of Lynn.
[Achievement Quest: Demon Pet]
[Quest Description: As a player, how can you not have a pet? Please accept a succubus as your pet]
[Quest Rewards: Experience +20, Random Item * 1]
"Aren't you being a bit too decisive in killing?" Pamelainterrupted his thoughts.
Lynn nodded: "Yeah, I think you're right, so let's just have her be my dog."
Pamela: "..."
This guy was simply even more unpredictable than Harley.
Lynn took out the master ball and slammed it onto Rolisa's head with a slap.
Under Pamela's bewildered gaze, this demon just vividly transformed into a stream of light and was collected by Lynn's master ball.
"When did you get these weird things again?"
Pamela's gaze continuously swept back and forth between Lynn and the master ball in his hand, her face full of astonishment.
First it was that glowing sunflower, and now it was this little ball that could capture demons.
Why did this guy have so many strange things?
"I've had it for a long time."
Lynn was already used to Pamela's constant overreactions.
Anyway, he had already decided that he must have a deep communication with Pamela to see if this situation could be improved.
Otherwise, this would be too uncomfortable.
"Come out, I choose you, Rolisa!"
The master ball was thrown out, tracing a parabola and smashing directly onto the ground.
The young girl who was sleeping just now had a face full of confusion, standing blankly in front of the two, looking like a deer that hadn't fully woken up.
She was probably as tall as Lynn's chest, wearing white gauze that clung to her body, outlining two large, snowy, plump curves on her chest.
Rolisa raised her head, her deep purple eyes looking toward the man and woman in front of her.
Because of some trait of the master ball, the man wearing the bear mask on the left made her feel extremely affectionate.
"Daddy?" She asked cautiously and tentatively.
Lynn:???
Do demons play this big?
Calling him dad right off the bat?
"Ahem..."
Lynn made a fist with his right hand to his mouth and gave a cough.
"Don't call me daddy, call me Master."
Rolisa leaned close to Lynn, her lotus-root-white little hand hooked onto her arm... wait, hooked onto his arm.
Her exquisite little face nodded, wearing an obedient look.
"Master."
[Achievement Quest "Demon Pet" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: Experience +20, Grappling Hook Gun]
"The Batman character card, plus the equipment I previously obtained in the Batcave, plus this grappling hook gun, who still dares say I'm not Batman?"
Lynn thought to himself, then raised his head, looking at this girl disguised as a demon...
"Later I will release a big zombie, Rolisa, you're responsible for helping me beat him into severe injury."
Rolisa tilted her head, a cute expression appearing on her fair little face.
"Ha?"
Lynn had Pamela move farther away, then under Rolisa's somewhat puzzled gaze, he took out the dimensional pocket.
Whoosh!!
"Solomon Grundy... born on a Monday!"
The heavily scarred big zombie appeared in front of everyone once again.
"A zombie?"
Rolisa tilted her head sideways, her little face still wearing that puzzled, cute expression.
"Solomon wants to eat your brain!"
Solomon abruptly rushed toward Rolisa like a heavy tank, charging recklessly.
Seeing that he was about to crash into Rolisa's body.
The young girl's snowy, tender skin instantly crawled with a deep purple color, and her white gauze also changed into form-fitting, cool clothing.
An enchanting expression condensed on her delicate face, a pair of curved black ram horns grew on her forehead, and the pitch-black wings behind her gently flapped in the air.
"Big zombie~ Master told Rolisa to take you down... so sorry~"
Rolisa hummed a song of ambiguous meaning, and eerie purple light surged around her body.
Immediately, several hot-figured, ram-horned succubi appeared inside the cell.
These succubi likewise hummed that tune, quickly dancing around Solomon Grundy.
As a succubus masquerade dancer, Rolisa could not only charm others and drain their vital essence, but also use dark magic to attack people's souls.
And this was also the reason she was locked up in Arkham Asylum.
Although the zombie Solomon had boundless strength and could continuously regenerate and resurrect under the power of the Withered Ash...
But facing attacks that hit the soul directly, he still found it hard to parry.
At this moment, his rotting face was full of fear, and his movements also began to become sluggish and slow.
"Solomon Grundy... no... brain! Solomon wants a brain..."
Under the dark magic attack that struck straight at the soul, this fierce prison zombie's soul felt as if it had been heavily struck, its huge body swaying unsteadily.
Without lasting very long, he collapsed heavily onto the ground, his consciousness blurred and unconscious.
"So quickly settled?" Lynn's face was astonished, "Could this guy be like Superman, having high physical resistance and low magic resistance?"
He had been fighting Solomon for so long, yet in front of magic, he was directly beaten into this state.
Hiss... Should he also go and learn some magic?
After all, a warrior who cannot use magic is not a good archer.
"Let's see if we can grind out quests related to magic when the time comes."
Lynn pondered in his heart, and seeing Solomon's HP drop below 20%, he didn't hesitate and strode forward.
Feast, activate!
A ferocious giant beast's phantom appeared on Lynn's body, suddenly taking a bite and swallowing Solomon who had collapsed on the ground.
[Feast Stacks: 106 (Attributes: Strength +9, Speed +7, Wisdom +4, magic Immunity: Certain immunity to magic)]
[Hidden Quest "plants vs. zombies" Completed]
[Performance Score: B]
[Rewards Obtained: Experience +100, GothamReputation +20, Pamela Favorability +20, Hot Pepper * 1, fear toxin * 1, Plant Tentacles]
[Player Level: 7 → 8]
[Item — Hot Pepper: From "plants vs. zombies", usage can cause a terrifying explosion, dealing massive damage to evil creatures.]
[Item — fear toxin: From "Batman: Arkham Knight", injection allows one to see the most terrifying scene]
[Skill — Plant Tentacles: Can control long strip plants to be used like tentacles.]
Staring at the azure prompt in front of him, Lynn frowned slightly.
"As expected, without using plants to take down Solomon Grundy, the score is only B."
"Fortunately, it's only two levels away from reaching level 10 to unlock the system mall. I wonder what kind of things are actually inside the system mall."
His gaze looked downward until his sight locked onto Plant Tentacles.
"Wait..."
Lynn's expression was somewhat odd.
"Have I become a tentacle monster?"
Chapter 62 Pamela: "Don't talk, kiss me"
Gotham Diamond District, Zeus Stock Exchange.
Night fell, and the World outside the window was engulfed by a black ocean.
Among the tall buildings, colorful neon light screens flickered in chaos, and streetlights on both sides of the street shone with a few wisps of light.
In the pitch-black city, these lights intertwined with each other, twinkling like starlight in the Universe.
In the simply decorated office, Lynn sat sideways on a chair.
"Pamela, do you like tentacles?"
Under the control of his Plant Tentacles skill, the vines on the desk began to change rapidly.
The thick green vines stretched and lengthened for a moment, then shortened by a few inches the next, moving in and out against the air.
Poison Ivy Pamela, with her emerald skin and hot figure, was tending to the various lush plants before her.
Hearing this, she raised her head, her beautiful eyes gazing at the vines in front of Lynn, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
She pouted: "I like plants, but I don't like tentacles."
Ever since dealing with that big zombie Solomon Grundyyesterday.
All the plants in Arkham Asylum had been transplanted by Pamela to the Zeus Stock Exchange.
On the sofa not far away, the red and blue pigtail Harleywas teasing the succubus tricked back by Lynn — the masked dancer Rolisa.
Harley's fair face was full of curiosity, and she reached out toward the plumpness on Rolisa's chest.
"Are you really a succubus? Let me touch you to see how you're different from humans?"
Rolisa slightly shrank her neck, her small face revealing a trace of a fearful expression.
"You are not allowed to touch me. I only let Master touch me."
"Just once, just once~"
Harley pouted her cherry lips, her voice soft and sweet.
After tending to the plants, Pamela turned her head, her beautiful eyes staring closely at Lynn sitting in the chair.
"I don't feel the power of the Green in you. Why can you control these vines?"
Her slender and pretty willow-like eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and her gorgeous and moving face was full of doubt.
"You want to know?" Lynn asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course."
Pamela nodded. Lynn was the second person she had ever met who controlled plant powers.
As for the first one, it was Swamp Thing.
Unfortunately, that guy was played for a fool by a British exorcist and cuckolded many times.
"First like this, then like that, and then like that." Lynnreplied.
Pamela: "..."
She took a deep breath, then slowly walked in front of Lynn, placing her slender emerald-like hands on the desk.
"I'm not as easy to fool as Harley. You'd better explain everything clearly to me honestly."
She locked eyes with Lynn, a hint of worry showing in her emerald-green eyes.
"The power of the Green is not something just anyone can touch. If you're not careful, you'll be doomed beyond redemption."
Lynn took a deep breath, and the fresh floral fragrance drilled into the tip of his nose, refreshing his heart and mind.
He explained indifferently: "Since you want to know, I'll tell you. Actually, I cheated; this is the power of vines."
"Do you think I believe that?"
Pamela wore a look that said "Do you think I'm a fool?", staring closely at Lynn in front of her.
"I'm just caring about you. The waters of the Green are very deep, and you can't handle it."
Lynn looked at her with slight surprise.
After her favorability reached 60, this Poison Ivy would actually take the initiative to care about someone?
"But what I said is all true."
He really was a cheating player.
Just as Pamela was thinking of saying something else.
Harley suddenly hugged her from the side, and as soon as her hands wrapped around her slender waist, they automatically moved upward to search for a target.
"Hehe... Pamela, I've caught you, and Lynn, you big pervert... Wuwuwu, why is my body so hot?"
Lynn looked at this scene before him, his expression slightly surprised.
Harley's face was flushed, the corners of her mouth turned up in an infatuated smile, making her look just like a female ruffian.
What's wrong with Harley?
Did she take the wrong medicine?
Wait!
As if thinking of something, Lynn quickly turned his head to look at Rolisa sitting on the sofa nearby and asked:
"Did you do this to her?"
Rolisa pouted, her small face looking aggrieved, misty water vapor welling up in her sparkling eyes.
"Master, she wanted to touch my chest. My chest can only be touched by Master, so I used a little bit of black magic."
"Uh..."
Lynn's mouth twitched. What kind of mess was this?
He took out the master ball, with a slightly helpless look on his face.
"You'd better come in for a bit. I feel like things might become a bit unsuitable for children later."
"Yay!" Rolisa hopped around in excitement.
Soon, she turned into a stream of light and was taken into the master ball in Lynn's hand.
Harley hugged Pamela, her scalding hands moving up and down wildly.
A trace of a blush quickly climbed onto Pamela's emerald-green face, and she couldn't help letting out a soft hum.
She turned her head to look at Lynn, her eyes filled with a plea for help.
"What should we do now?"
Lynn looked at the infatuated-looking Harley, supporting his forehead with his right hand.
"I can only try my medical skills."
Black magic is neither an injury nor a disease.
Even if he still had a pack of hajimi north-south mung beans and a senzu bean, it would be difficult to resolve Harley's condition.
The only way was for him to treat Harley.
"Wait for me to prepare the surgical tools."
Under the power of the vines, those vines on the desk began to grow rapidly.
Gazing at these rapidly lengthening green plants, Pamela's flushed face carried a hint of doubt.
"Can it really be cured?"
"Rest assured."
Lynn waved his hand, signaling her not to worry too much.
"I learned from Doctor Hannibal before, and my medical skills are extremely exquisite."
While speaking, Lynn had already stepped in front of Harley.
He raised his eyes, gazing at the girl with a flushed face and radiating scalding heat all over her body.
The rapidly growing vines surrounded Harley's body and gently tied her up.
Lynn reached out his right hand, pinching her chin to make Harley raise her small face.
"Harley..."
He was softly calling her name.
Harley raised her head, her dazed eyes reflecting the man's handsome face.
"Mh, Lynn..."
Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's, softly calling out to him like a devout believer.
"I'm here."
Lynn used his left hand to brush aside the few strands of red and blue hair hanging by the girl's neck, lowered his head, and gently kissed her lips.
Like a fanatical believer receiving a response from a deity, Harley greedily and frantically sucked at everything.
A moment later, her whole body went limp, wrapped in green vines, leaning against Lynn's chest, greedily inhaling the faint fragrant scent on his body.
"Should I step away?" Pamela asked.
"No need."
Lynn hugged Harley with his right hand, and the rapidly growing vines pushed Pamela over, wrapping his left arm around her waist to embrace her.
Their foreheads pressed against each other, their exhaled breaths blending as they felt each other's warmth.
Pamela's face blushed slightly.
Ever since she was turned into this by the Green, she had not had contact with any man.
Being looked at by Lynn like this right now, she inevitably felt a little shy in her heart.
"Pamela, are you feeling better now?"
Pamela blushed to the roots of her ears, and her body was even more scalding.
A faint fragrance of vegetation emanated from Lynn's body, drilling into Pamela's nostrils.
Her heart beat rapidly involuntarily, her whole body began to tremble, and even her breathing became disordered, starting to pant deeply.
This scent, and this feeling, fascinated her like ice.
"Don't talk, kiss me." Pamela let out a soft hum.
Looking at Pamela, who was like a ripe apple before him, Lynn's expression froze slightly, and then he realized something.
Under his control, the green vines gradually wrapped around the other's delicate body. Lynn held Pamela and kissed her.
The gentle kiss carried no aggressiveness at all, only exuding the charming and fragrant aroma of vegetation.
Pamela's slender eyelashes trembled slightly a few times, then she slowly closed her eyes and began to gently respond to the kiss.
The green plants grew rapidly in the office, gradually wrapping the three of them inside a small cabin.
...
A few hours later.
Lynn walked out of the Zeus Stock Exchange looking refreshed.
"I didn't expect Pamela to still be a virgin. Now I can be considered to have initially started a life with a beauty in each arm. It's time to go to Slaughter Swamp to farm attributes."
He hadn't forgotten that prison zombie that could revive infinitely.
As a qualified player, learning to farm attributes yourself was also an essential lesson.
Adhering to the principle of "what I see is mine", Lynn held a gun and hijacked a car on the roadside.
"You are that-that-that... Sunshine, rainbow, little white horse..."
Humming a song, Lynn kicked the Black driver out, sat in the driver's seat, slammed the car door shut with a bang, shifted gears, and stepped on the clutch.
Hum!!
The engine erupted with a fierce roaring hum like a Beast, and the car sped off into the distance along the street flashing with neon lights.
On the gloomy clouds, a pitch-black bat pattern was projected.
The pale moonlight shone on the concrete road, and a Ford, like a wild horse breaking free from its reins, neighed with its engine as it sped forward.
"Finally found you, Lynn."
On the roof of a residential building, Batman stood quietly, his pitch-black cape gently swaying behind him, like a gargoyle sculpture.
He suddenly jumped down from the rooftop, and the tank-like Batmobile suddenly rushed out and caught him.
Sitting in the driver's seat of the Batmobile, Batman's face was full of determination.
"This time, I won't let you escape again!"
Ever since locking the Joker in Arkham Asylum, he had been investigating the so-called Bat Gang and "Tony Stark" these past few days.
As a result, unexpectedly, he found this guy's profile in the A.R.G.U.S. database.
It turned out that Iron Man Tony and Tony Stark were both fake; this guy was an Agent of A.R.G.U.S., and his real name was "Lynn".
Batman pressed the accelerator to the floor, and the Batmobile recklessly charged toward the Ford ahead.
He had Lucius specifically upgrade the Batmobile last time, and believed he would definitely catch up to that guy this time.
"Digging up my parents' graves, almost turning Alfred into a mentally disabled person halfway... and even destroying the entire Arkham Asylum, releasing all the lunatics."
Batman's eyes split with anger, staring fixedly at the Ford ahead. The anger in his heart was like a volcanic eruption, igniting his violently heaving chest.
On his shoulders rested the safety of everyone.
"I have made thorough preparations now, and I will definitely catch you!"
Chapter 63: Fast & Furious
"Neige, neige, neige, neinei..."
Lynn hummed softly while speeding, turning the button with his left hand to turn on the car's radio station.
"...Superman stated that the conflicts between humans and Superhumans can be mediated, and Superhumans can also integrate into normal life in human society.
He has been committed to reconciling the relationship between the two sides, and the high-speed rail between Gotham and Metropolis is a very good example..."
"I wonder when Batman started messing with Superman," Lynn muttered.
He still wanted to try whether he could grind some quests out of Superman.
"It's a pity Kara left too fast last time. Although I did see what it looked like, it's still a bit regrettable that I couldn't get my hands on her. I need to see when I can make a trip to Metropolis."
Just at that moment, an azure quest prompt appeared before his eyes.
[Side Quest: Wild Racing]
[Quest Description: Gotham's final BOSS Batman is hunting you down, please escape from him.]
[Quest Reward: EXP + 20, Random Item * 1]
Lynn came back to his senses and looked at the work list in front of him.
"Huh?"
Under the thick night, Gotham City became restless again like a little girl with a fever.
"Sheriff Blake, we are from Gotham TV. Can you tell us what you think Gotham is like right now?"
"I'm in a hurry and still have to hunt down Scarecrow. Go find someone else."
Sheriff Blake frowned, waved his hand in refusal, bypassed the female host holding a microphone, and strode towards the Gotham Police Department ahead.
"But you are the most handsome man I've seen today..." the female host desperately tried to make him stay.
"..."
Sheriff Blake turned his steps and walked back to the female host.
"You finally figured it out."
The flashing neon lights shone on Sheriff Blake's shiny bald head, reflecting a trace of glimmer.
"What do you want to ask?" He straightened his Policeuniform and asked.
Seeing this, the female host was overjoyed, coughed twice, and asked:
"Sheriff Blake, I wonder how you view Gotham right now?"
"How do I view Gotham right now?"
Hearing this, Sheriff Blake's brows furrowed tightly, and his mind began to recall everything that had happened in Gotham these past few days.
A moment later, he raised his head, the corners of his mouth slightly upward, outlining a proud smile.
"Under the unremitting efforts of all the Police in Gotham, the crime rate in Gotham City has significantly decreased, and the people are no longer living in dire straits.
I believe that our Gotham will sooner or later surpass Metropolis and become the progressive city of all America."
"For example?" the female host continued to ask.
"Didn't you always see street racers all over the streets before?"
Sheriff Blake patted his chest with a proud smile on his face.
"Under the orders of Director Gordon, I led the Police force to fundamentally crack down on this criminal behavior. Now you can no longer see street racing..."
Hum!!
A fierce engine humming sound came from the nearby street.
A Ford rushed out with a swoosh, like a swimming dragon on the street, disappearing in front of everyone.
Feeling the skeptical gaze of the female host, Sheriff Blakequickly explained:
"It's normal to have a fish slip through the net. Under the heavy crackdown of our Police, there won't be a second one."
Swoosh!!
As soon as he finished speaking, the engine of the tank-like Batmobile emitted an angry roar, instantly flashing past as an afterimage.
Sheriff Blake: "..."
He silently took out his walkie-talkie and roared towards the other side:
"This is Sheriff Blake. There are two Terrorists racing in downtown Gotham. Catch them for me!!"
People on the street saw these two speeding cars, and their expressions changed drastically.
"Holy crab! Is that Batman's chariot? Who is he chasing?"
"I don't know. Driving this fast, won't they really get into a car accident?"
"..."
Inside the Ford.
Lynn held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, running wildly through the streets under the night with his experience playing racing games like Forza Horizon and Need for Speed.
He extended his right hand, took out his phone from his pocket, and blindly pressed a few buttons.
"Hajibat, instead of going after Prison Joker, why are you coming after me?"
"Your threat is greater than the Joker's," Batman's voice came from the opposite side, "and I know where the Jokeris."
"If Prison Joker knew you were chasing me right now..." Lynn's voice carried a hint of teasing, "would he hide under the quilt and secretly shed little pearls?"
Hearing this, Batman was slightly stunned, but his azure eyes immediately condensed with a gloomy look.
"In my eyes, Gotham is the most important!"
He had sworn in front of his parents' graves, swearing that he would definitely protect Gotham and make Gothambetter.
But now... his parents' graves were dug up by this man, leaving no bones left.
And Arkham Asylum was also blown up by this madman, countless criminals escaped from it, harming the lives of ordinary citizens.
In just two days, more than a dozen murder cases occurred, which took Batman's inner anger to a higher level.
He clenched his teeth, shifted gears, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.
Hum!!
A fierce engine roaring sound came, and the Batmobile's speed increased further.
Several missiles suddenly launched from both sides of the Batmobile. The metal missiles carrying tail flames tore through the airflow, making a sound of breaking through the air.
"Since that's the case, I won't play with you anymore."
Lynn's eyes narrowed, and he immediately used a cheat.
[Character Card: baby]
[Remarks: What does Deja Vu mean?]
As the character card was used, many scenes of street racing instantly surged into Lynn's mind.
His hand touched the steering wheel, and the condition of this Ford instantly appeared in his mind.
"The engine has reached maximum horsepower, and half of the gasoline is left...
One of the rear tires has already begun to be overwhelmed under high-speed rotation.
If someone else encounters this situation, I'm afraid it won't be long before being caught up by Hajibat.
Unfortunately, what he encountered is me!"
Lynn violently turned the steering wheel, and the Ford seemed to be pulled by an invisible hand, its body sliding sideways at an angle that defied common sense of physics.
Zizizi!!
The friction between the tires and the ground made a harsh scream, drawing a dark tire mark on the asphalt road.
He tapped the brakes lightly with his foot, and the car body completed an ultimate drift in the narrow street.
The missile flew past the rear of the Ford, and with a bang, exploded on the road ahead.
Gravel splashed, and smoke and dust filled the air.
Lynn controlled the Ford and immediately drilled into an alley that could only fit one car.
Both sides of the alley were mottled brick walls, and the top was hung with messy wires. The Batmobile was huge in size and simply couldn't follow.
Batman's face turned ashen, and he slammed on the brakes. The Batmobile stopped at the entrance of the alley, and the huge inertia made the car body lean forward slightly.
He stared fixedly at the Ford speeding away in the deep alley, gritting his teeth at Alfred on the headset.
"Alfred, help me locate his position via satellite. I must catch him!"
...
"This Hajibat is just weak. Even with an upgraded Batmobile, he still can't catch me."
In the driver's seat, Lynn had one hand resting on the steering wheel, stepping on the accelerator and driving forward quickly.
[Side Quest "Wild Racing" completed]
[Obtained Reward: EXP + 20, Meg Griffin's Hat]
[Meg Griffin's Hat: From Family Guy, the person who wears the hat is very likely to be infected by the Elder God Mei]
[Remarks: Shut up, Meg!]
"Hiss... Elder God Mei? If this hat is put on Hajibat's head, will there appear a guy even crazier than The Batman Who Laughs?"
Lynn took a deep breath, suppressing the thoughts in his heart.
"The most urgent task is to go grind attributes first."
He drove the Ford speeding on the road, drove out of downtown Gotham, and came to Slaughter Swamp in the suburbs.
Lynn got out of the car, raised his head, and looked at the gloomy Slaughter Swamp before him with clear eyes.
At this moment, an azure prompt appeared before his eyes again.
[Hidden Quest: Bigger and Stronger]
[Quest Description: Cho'Gath has sensed your appetite. Please have the player use the Feast skill to devour extraordinary creatures and stack the stacks to 200]
[Quest Reward: Feast gets upgraded]
Lynn put away the work list, the corners of his mouth upturned, outlining a faint smile.
"I don't know to what extent Prison Zombie's infinite resurrection can stack my attributes.
Don't let me down."
Chapter 64: Who Is Stronger, Super Intelligence Or Astonishing Intelligence?
Slaughter Swamp.
Under the thick cover of night, fierce winds swirled around the intertwined pines, weeping as if its back door had been breached.
"It's so dark. Is this Slaughter Swamp?"
Rolisa walked nervously and cautiously along the muddy path, her azure eyes gazing into the pitch-black quagmire ahead.
The quagmire was dead silent, save for the occasional croaking of frogs mixed with the mating roars of certain animals rising and falling in succession.
"That's right, this is Slaughter Swamp on the outskirts of Gotham."
Still wearing that bear da suit, Lynn walked behind Rolisa, looking as relaxed in this eerie place as if he had just returned home.
"Pamela said that besides Solomon Grundy, there is another undead monster here, though I don't know if we can find him."
While healing Pamela with his tentacles, Lynn asked her about some matters concerning Slaughter Swamp.
For example, where that prison zombie Solomon usually resurrects, or what other infinitely respawning monsters might be in Slaughter Swamp.
As it turned out, after Pamela felt comfortable, she really did reveal some useful information.
Solomon's resurrection location was on the east side of Slaughter Swamp, a place full of trash and graves.
As for the other infinitely respawning monster, it was a greenish fellow—Swamp Thing.
"Solomon Grundy, and Swamp Thing..."
Leading Rolisa as they strode forward along the muddy road, Lynn's heart was filled with wild thoughts.
"I wonder if I can encounter both Solomon and Swamp Thing at the same time."
If he suddenly encountered these two infinitely respawning monsters, wouldn't his Feast be a blast to eat?
"Master, is it here? Rolisa perceives a very strange withering power."
Rolisa raised her eyes to gaze at a large, gray and withered area ahead, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Hearing this, Lynn raised his head, his clear eyes looking forward.
In the vast marshland before him, garbage discarded by modern cities was everywhere, and gray, withered plants with drooping stems and leaves were ubiquitous.
In the center of this marshland, a shriveled corpse rapidly expanded and grew larger as if being inflated.
Meanwhile, the surrounding plants visibly turned gray and withered.
It seemed that some peculiar power was transferring the vitality of these plants onto the gray zombie.
"Sure enough, the prison zombie is resurrecting."
Seeing this scene, joy suddenly surged across Lynn's face.
"Rolisa, quickly use your dance to shave his HP down. Once his health drops to 20%, I will execute him."
"Okay, Master."
Rolisa nodded and obediently transformed into her true succubus form—the appearance of a masked dancer.
Beneath two goat horns, her delicate and pretty face was concealed by a pale mask.
Amidst the rhythmic flapping of wings, she slowly began to dance a certain dance imbued with hellish flair.
Along with Rolisa's dance, black magic power surged from all around her body.
Around her, several equally gorgeous-looking succubi emerged, dancing around Solomon.
With pets dealing damage in front, Lynn, the player, naturally wouldn't just sit and wait for death.
He took a chair out of his system inventory, sat down, crossed his legs, and began cracking melon seeds.
While cracking melon seeds, he did not forget to constantly monitor Solomon's dropping health.
Just as they were shaving away Solomon's health.
In the nearby woods, crimson eyes opened within the withered trunk of a pine tree, staring closely at Lynn and the dancing Rolisa ahead.
"What are they... doing to Solomon?"
Seeing this scene, Swamp Thing's heart was filled with doubt.
His situation was similar to Solomon's; both were murdered and dumped into Slaughter Swamp, then resurrected by different forces to become monsters.
The difference was that he possessed the ability to control all plants in the World and converse with them, as well as an immortal body.
Solomon possessed strength and endurance comparable to Superman, a body almost immune to any physical damage, extremely strong self-healing abilities, and an immortal body.
Not only that, he was resurrected by the Green, while Solomon Grundy was resurrected by the Gray.
If Animal Man's Red were gathered too, they could form the DC version of the Dung-Scooping Boys.
Swamp Thing kept staring at the two people in front until ten minutes later, when that strangely dressed man sitting on the chair stood up.
Then, he saw the phantom of a giant beast emerge from the man's body, swallowing Solomon in one bite.
"Holy Crab!"
Swamp Thing's eyes suddenly widened, looking at this scene with a face full of horror.
"He... he ate Solomon?"
Solomon was an old zombie from over a hundred years ago; how could anyone eat zombies?
And where did Solomon's immortal body go?
Swamp Thing's eyes were filled with shock, staring dead at that man and the succubus who kept dancing.
"Could these two be demons from Hell? But that man doesn't look like one..."
In the next hour, Swamp Thing watched helplessly as Solomon Grundy was eaten four or five times by the man wearing the bear headgear.
"Brutal... too fucking brutal!" Swamp Thing's heart trembled violently.
Poor Solomon had actually been forcefully eaten several times; he couldn't imagine how much it must hurt.
"No, I have to leave quickly. If these two people discover me, then..."
"Then what?"
A deep man's voice interrupted Swamp Thing's thoughts.
He was stunned for a moment, then his crimson eyes looked forward.
He saw that the man wearing the bear headgear was standing right in front of him, his eyes burning with fervor, as if he had seen a beauty whose breasts were bigger than her head.
Besides that, the man held an extremely heavy vulcan gatling in his left hand and carried a Rocket launcher on his right shoulder.
The muzzle of the gun and cannon were aimed directly at him, emitting a strong smell of gunpowder.
Gulp!
Swamp Thing swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
He felt he needed to do something, otherwise this tuber might be gone.
So he began shouting loudly: "Wait, I mean no harm, I was just..."
"What gibberish are you babbling about?"
Lynn grinned and directly interrupted him.
"What does you meaning no harm have to do with me? It's enough that I mean harm!"
Bang! Boom!!
Gunshots and explosions intertwined together.
Bullets spewed out from the muzzle like they were free, shooting fiercely ahead.
A Rocket suddenly shot out from the muzzle, trailing exhaust flames, and heavily blasted into the pine tree before him.
Swamp Thing: "... Fuck!"
Is this fucking lunatic from Arkham Asylum?
Why does he just open fire at the slightest disagreement?
The torrent of steel raged wildly, and the vegetation instantly turned to ashes, leaving only a green tuber falling to the ground.
"Is this Swamp Thing so green? Pamela said this monster's boyfriend is Constantine, and he's even a pure love warrior."
Lynn picked up the green tuber on the ground and couldn't help muttering in complaint.
"No wonder he's decked out in forgive-me green, but unfortunately it still can't compare to that milk volume."
How did that saying go?
That year China had Hip-hop, and ever since, the milk volume lost its home.
No matter how miserable Wu Dalang was, he never cheered for Ximen Qing.
Lynn instantly activated Feast, directly swallowing the tuber that was at 20% health.
[Feast stacks: 157]
The muscles and bones throughout his body were rapidly growing, his head... oh no, his head didn't become pointy.
This is Feast, not the Power of Nine Dragons.
"Intelligence... My astonishing intelligence has become even more astonishing, and my immunity to magic has also increased quite a bit."
Feeling the growth of his stats, Lynn's face was filled with comfort and satisfaction.
"I heard that Superman and Supergirl both possess super intelligence. I just don't know whose is stronger, super intelligence or astonishing intelligence?"
Chapter 65 "Who are you calling shorty?"
After taking care of Swamp Thing, Lynn walked straight up to Solomon.
Looking at the prison zombie reduced to low health, he directly used Feast to swallow it whole.
[ Feast Stacks: 163 ]
Rolisa's face was pale, and her whole body trembled weakly.
Her weak little hands grabbed Lynn's arm, and her whole body leaned against his chest, looking extremely weak.
"Master... I think I can't go on any longer."
Logically speaking, as a succubus masked dancer, she could dance continuously for several weeks.
But in order to cast the black magic capable of erasing Solomon's soul, she had been operating at overload for over an hour, and now she had finally been wrung dry by Lynn.
"Drained?"
Lynn looked down at the little succubus leaning against his chest, raised an eyebrow, and opened the pet panel.
[ Pet: Rolisa ]
[ Status: Weakened ]
[ Race: Hell Succubus (Masked Dancer) ]
[ Skills: Play of Pleasure, Magma Storm, Slaanesh magic... ]
[ Items: Black Silk Stockings, Ram Horns, Tail, Wings... ]
Under the grayish-white moonlight, Lynn stroked his chin with his right hand, his bright eyes carefully gazing at Rolisa's panel.
"She really is drained. It should be from continuously casting skills, causing her mana bar to run out.
And this skill... Wait, what the hell is Slaanesh magic?"
Lynn discovered the blind spot.
"Does Hell have Slaanesh magic?"
He frowned, feeling that something wasn't quite right.
Why does this thing look so much like that cesspit?
"Forget it, no matter how much of a cesspit Warhammer is, it couldn't possibly be more of a cesspit than Gotham."
Lynn shook his head, took a pack of hajimi north-south mung beans from the system backpack, and handed it to the weak Rolisa.
"Even if the Warhammer Universe invaded this place, there's still that guy Constantine.
That guy doesn't care about men or women, race, or age—he's even more Slaanesh than Slaanesh.
And he has even scammed Heaven and Hell. If Warhammer invaded this place, Tzeentch would probably be kicked flying by him with a single kick."
Lynn shook his head, sweeping away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and then looked at his pet little succubus with a caring expression.
"How do you feel?"
Rolisa sucked on it in small sips, a few drops of soybean milk from the bag hanging on her red lips.
Feeling her Master's care for her, her little face turned slightly red, and she said shyly,
"I'm almost all better."
Rolisa was deeply touched in her heart, not expecting her Master to treat her so well.
"Alright, then hand it over."
Lynn snatched the hajimi north-south mung beans from her hand and looked at the soybean milk in the bag, which still had four-fifths remaining.
In other words, Rolisa could still be wrung dry four or five more times.
"Hurry up and work. Once you're weakened, I'll give you this soybean milk to drink again. Tonight, you can probably recover four or five more times."
Rolisa: "..."
Why did she feel that her Master was a bit like a capitalist?
No, he's Asian.
How could a capitalist of a few hundred years compare to a landlord of several thousand years?!
...
Solomon Grundy felt like he had a nightmare.
In the dream, several scantily clad, gorgeous young ladies were dancing around him.
Immediately after, he felt himself becoming weaker and weaker, as if his body had been hollowed out.
Later on, the young ladies even directly turned into a horrifying pink, ferocious monster covered in barbs, swallowing him in one bite.
Everyone has had nightmares, and zombies are no exception.
But he had never repeatedly had such a nightmare several times; it was simply too terrifying.
Fortunately, this time, the dancing young ladies were gone.
"I'm finally not having nightmares anymore."
Solomon Grundy rejoiced in his heart.
Although due to his hazy consciousness, his IQ wasn't very high, looking like a problematic child from a steroid-ascended Planet, he still had feelings of fear in his heart.
No matter who it was, having the same nightmare more than a dozen times in a row would probably make anyone feel timid deep down, right?
Fortunately, he was finally freed.
"Solomon is not scared anymore."
Solomon Grundy opened his eyes and stared fixedly at the pitch-black canopy of heaven overhead.
The moon in the sky looked as if it had been whitewashed, presenting a grayish-white color. On the dim clouds beside it, a huge bat pattern flickered, right next to a brown bear head.
Very good, very normal.
Solomon closed his eyes again, letting out a sigh of relief in his heart.
That nightmare was simply too terrifying; he had been eaten more than a dozen times, just as if it had actually happened.
Fortunately, the nightmare was over now.
However.
Solomon felt like something wasn't quite right.
That bear head... what the hell is that?
Since when were there bears in Slaughter Swamp?
He opened his eyes abruptly.
It was still that same moon, along with the bat logo next to the moon, and nothing else besides that.
Everything was normal.
Solomon closed his eyes with peace of mind.
That must have been an illusion; there had never been bears in Slaughter Swamp.
But the next moment, a trace of doubt welled up in his heart again.
Although he didn't have much IQ, do zombies... hallucinate?
Could something be wrong with him?
The prison zombie, feeling somewhat skeptical in his heart, opened his eyes once more.
At the edge of his vision, a massive bear head prominently appeared right there.
Solomon let out a sigh of relief in his heart.
It looked like it wasn't an illusion; there was nothing wrong with him.
Wait!
What the hell is this bear head?!
He widened his eyes abruptly and sat up from the muddy ground.
"It's you?!"
Solomon recognized this guy wearing a bear mask; he was the one who killed him in Arkham Asylum.
"Oh? Without being interfered with by Rolisa's magic, you prison zombie actually recovered so quickly."
A faint voice came from Lynn's mouth, devoid of any emotion.
Right now, he was just an emotionless player.
As long as he ate the prison zombie one more time, this achievement quest would be considered complete.
Next was to see how he could stack his attributes to an even higher level.
"Solomon... get into the bowl!"
Almost instantly, Lynn's whole body expanded and grew larger as if being inflated, and terrifying power brewed beneath his knotted muscles.
[ Character Card: Hulk ]
[ Remarks: Think of your forgiving green; the angrier you are, the stronger you can become ]
Seeing this man still clamoring for him to get into the bowl, Solomon instantly became furious.
"Roar! Damned shorty, Solomon is going to eat your brain!"
The big zombie's muscles bulged high all over his body, and with a sudden punch that blasted the air, he smashed fiercely toward Lynn's head.
He possessed terrifying strength capable of hand-to-hand combat with Superman, as well as powerful endurance and recovery capabilities. He believed that under his fists, the shorty before him would definitely be blasted to death!
Boom!!
A loud noise suddenly echoed.
Solomon raised his head and looked forward.
In his imagination, the scene of Lynn being blasted flying by him did not appear.
Instead, the opponent became much taller than him, and even his whole body's muscles were sturdier than Solomon's.
"Now..." Lynn's lips curled up, "who is the shorty?"
Solomon: "..."
Boom! Boom! Boom!!
Lynn's fists were like cannonballs, slamming fiercely onto Solomon's face.
The exact moment the opponent was blasted flying, he raised his elbow and smashed heavily onto the big zombie's lower body.
"Man!" Laoda rang out in response.
The ashen flesh instantly burst apart, revealing stark white bone splinters and underwear.
That wasn't all. Taking advantage of the prison zombie flying backward, Lynn grabbed Solomon's lower leg and hurled him forcefully toward the ground on both sides continuously.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!
As the immense force poured down, the prison zombie Solomon's health dropped visibly to the naked eye.
A few minutes later, Solomon collapsed on the ground, on the verge of death.
Gazing at the opponent's slowly recovering health, Lynndid not hesitate and used Feast once again to swallow this unlucky fellow.
[ Achievement Quest "Get Bigger and Stronger" Completed ]
[ Reward Obtained: Feast Upgraded ]
[ Feast (lv2): From League of Legends, range increased by ten meters, can devour extraordinary beings with health below 25% (specters and ghosts also count) ]
"Feast upgraded?" Joy appeared on Lynn's face.
"It increased the execution health threshold, and also increased the range, and can even eat ghosts..."
Gazing at the effects obtained after the upgrade, his world-shocking intelligence started working again.
"If I find a speech plaza and blow up a group of people with bombs, wouldn't I be able to directly swallow all their ghosts and eat to my heart's content?"
As for whether killing those people would cause him any psychological burden...
Lynn stated: I am a proper superhero after all; killing them is simply eliminating harmful ghosts.
Just at this moment.
[ Main Quest: Salvation ]
[ Quest Description: The NPC Deadshot you recruited was killed by an enemy, leaving only a daughter and ex-wife being hunted down. Please player, save them. ]
[ Quest Rewards: Experience +20, Mag-modified Barrett M82, Beyond-Visual-Range Sniping ]
The joy of Feast just upgrading was instantly diluted, and Lynn's expression froze.
"Who the hell killed the ace marksman of my Bat Gang?!"
Chapter 66: That Year I Descended From the Sky, Knowing Not What an Opponent Was
Rainy night, viaduct.
There was no Maybach on the road, only a taxi speeding forward.
There were three people inside the car—the driver driving, and a panicked mother and daughter hugging in the back seat.
Of course, because of America's political correctness, they were all Black.
Zoe sat in her mother's arms, the dim street lamps on both sides of the road flashing past, illuminating the fear on her face.
Recalling the strained appearance of her father, Floyd Lawton, her heart was filled with worry and fear.
"Mom, Dad will come find us, right?"
Hearing the child's words, Susanna Lawton gently patted her shoulder, barely squeezing a smile onto her sorrow-filled face.
"Rest assured, Zoe, your dad will resolve all of this."
Holding her daughter in her arms, Susanna gently patted her back, but deep in her eyes, a profound sense of worry still flickered.
"I wonder how he is doing."
Susanna's heart was full of anxiety and unease.
Ever since divorcing Deadshot, Floyd Lawton, she had left Gotham and gone to Metropolis to make a living.
But some time ago, he suddenly called her, saying he had encountered something very dangerous, and asked her to come take Zoe back.
Susanna originally didn't want to bring her daughter back; after all, after the divorce, she had become poor and lived by zero-dollar looting.
But she hadn't expected things to be so severe, so severe that her infallible ex-husband hadn't returned yet.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A continuous knocking sound came from behind, like bullets hitting the car's metal shell.
Coming back to her senses, Susanna hurriedly turned her head to look behind, only to see several pitch-black sedans relentlessly pursuing the taxi.
Several gunmen raised their guns out of the windows, continuously pulling the triggers at them.
"Damn it!"
Susanna cursed angrily, and a wave of sorrow surged in her heart immediately.
If these people could chase them all the way here, it could only mean one thing—
Her ex-husband, Floyd Lawton, that infallible mercenary, was already dead!
Susanna deftly drew a pistol from her pocket and fired at the cars behind.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The bullets pierced the car window, and accompanied by shattering fragments, abruptly shot toward the front of the rear vehicles.
Hearing the gunshots, the taxi driver in front raised his head to look in the rearview mirror, seeing the woman behind continuously firing backwards.
It seemed this mother and daughter had encountered some danger.
The Black driver felt he should do something, so he raised an eyebrow and asked:
"Ma'am, it looks like you've run into some trouble?"
"Shut up and drive your car!"
"I can drive, but I want extra money."
"Shit! Aren't you afraid this lady will blow your brains out with a shot?" Susanna was furious.
Are all taxi drivers in Gotham like this?
"Gotham is just like this, ma'am."
As he spoke, he slowly reduced the vehicle's speed while observing Susanna's expression in the back.
Seeing the vehicles behind draw closer, Susanna's expression indeed grew even uglier.
She hurriedly said to the driver in front: "I'll give you however much extra money you want, hurry up and speed up to shake them off!"
"That's exactly what I was waiting to hear."
The Black driver grinned, revealing white teeth.
"Hold on tight!"
His right hand abruptly shifted gears, and he slammed his foot down on the accelerator, making the taxi's engine roar under the unbearable burden.
The tires rapidly rolled over the wet bridge deck, kicking up a sky full of splashes of Water, and the taxi darted out like an arrow off a bowstring.
Visibility on the viaduct on the rainy night was extremely low, the halos of the street lamps gradually blurring under the rain curtain, with only the headlights carving out a pale path of light.
"Hold on!"
The driver roared, violently turning the steering wheel, and the rear of the taxi slid past the bumper of a nearby truck.
Susanna tightly hugged Zoe, her back pressed firmly against the seat, her heart beating wildly as if it were about to jump out of her chest.
She looked back through the car window; those people's vehicles were still closely following behind, impossible to shake off.
"Shake them off! Quickly shake them off!"
Susanna shouted at the driver, raising her pistol once more and pulling the trigger at the vehicles behind.
Bullets carved trajectories through the rain curtain; the sound of engines, gunshots, and the sound of rainwater beating against the car body mixed together, forming Beethoven's Symphony of Fate.
Those gunmen seemed to have been infuriated, and dense bullets shot toward the taxi like a rainstorm, the car windows instantly battered full of holes, fragments mixed with rainwater splashing in.
"Zoe, watch out!"
Susanna fiercely pressed Zoe into her arms, using her back to block the splashing glass fragments.
The sharp fragments scratched her skin, bringing wave after wave of piercing pain.
"Almost there! Hang on a bit longer and charge across this bridge, and you'll be safe!!" roared the Black driver.
As long as he rushed off the viaduct and entered Gotham's intricate old town, he could shake off these pursuers relying on the familiar alleys.
However.
Just at the moment when the taxi was about to rush past the viaduct exit.
A huge dark shadow suddenly emerged from the shadows ahead, standing across the center of the bridge like a ghost.
That was a ferocious-looking black chariot resembling a tank.
The car body had rigid lines, covered in heavy armor, and the bat logo on the front emitted a cold luster in the rain curtain.
Behind the chariot, dozens of Police cars lined up in a row, the Police lights on the roofs flashing with alternating red and blue light in the rain curtain, completely sealing off the entire viaduct exit.
A figure stood beside the bat chariot, the black cloak snapping in the rainy night, resembling a dormant Bat Demon, staring at them with cold eyes.
"It's Batman!"
Zoe clenched her fingers and exclaimed.
"We're saved!"
Catching sight of the Police ahead, Susanna's heart plummeted to the bottom.
If Batman and the Police investigated the matter between her and her ex-husband, she would probably have to go to prison too.
By that time, what kind of life would Zoe live, lonely and helpless all by herself?
"Shit!!"
The Black driver slammed on the brakes, the tires scratching long braking marks on the slippery bridge deck, emitting a piercing screech.
The taxi barely stopped less than ten meters away from the bat chariot.
Before everyone could recover their senses, four black sedans surrounded them from behind in a fan shape.
The car doors opened, and a dozen people in black clothes holding pistols swarmed out one after another.
Their faces wore ferocious and terrifying masks, their eyes cold, approaching the taxi step by step.
Da da da!!
Dense gunshots came from behind, and Death was closing in.
Susanna prepared to make a desperate struggle, raising her gun to shoot backward, but despairingly discovered that the pistol was out of bullets.
"Fack! Of all times to drop the ball!"
Below both sides of the bridge deck was surging Water, ahead was the interception of Batman and the Police, and behind was the encirclement of assassins.
Susanna's heart sank to the bottom.
There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide.
Were they really going to be finished?
Right at this moment.
Da da da!
Boom boom boom!!
Countless torrents of bullets suddenly tore through the airflow, shells carrying tail flames, emitting a violent whistling sound.
In an instant, those aggressive assassins and gunmen were blasted into countless human fragments by this terrifying Firepower.
Batman and Sheriff Blake and others who were just about to rush forward froze upon seeing this scene.
"Who is it?" Sheriff Blake looked up at the sky.
Batman did the same, as if a figure emerged in his mind, his brow furrowed tightly.
"Look quickly!"
Zoe raised her hand to point at the sky, letting out an exclamation.
"It's Iron Man!!"
Everyone looked up.
Seen through the off-White moonlight mixed with the pattering rain curtain, a golden-red figure descended from the sky like a deity.
Chapter 67: Bruce Wayne, You Don't Want Your Mom...
On a rainy night, inside a Villa in the suburbs of Gotham.
[Main Quest "Rescue" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: EXP +20, Modded Barrett M82, Beyond-Visual-Range Sniping]
[Item — — Modded Barrett M82: Deadshot's specialized equipment, effective range 3,000+ meters, 0.1 MOA precision, automatic weakness targeting]
[Skill — — Beyond-Visual-Range Sniping: You possess shooting abilities equal to Deadshot.]
In the living room, Lynn sat on the sofa, looking at the azure panel before him with a strange expression on his face.
"Deadshot's specialized weapon, plus Deadshot-level sniping technique... Wait, did I become the new generation of Deadshot?"
Marksman? Not even a dog would want to be one; he, Lynn, was a warrior who played hack-and-slash!
However.
When that metallic-gleaming, incredibly handsome Barrett appeared in his hands, he instantly changed his mind.
Screw it! Being a marksman it is.
Blowing off an enemy's dog head from three thousand meters away was Lynn's style.
Susanna sat on the beige sofa, her right hand continuously patting her daughter Zoe's shoulder to comfort her.
At the same time, her peripheral vision was also quietly scanning the man opposite the sofa, who was toying with the Barrett while wearing a bear mask.
Back at the viaduct, she had thought they reached a desperate impasse, but she never expected the man before her to descend from the sky wearing a gold-red battle armor.
Not only did he save them from those people's hands, but under the pursuit of Batman and the police, he shook those guys off and brought them to this Villa.
He was simply even more formidable than her sharpshooting ex-husband.
"Are you the helper he talked about?"
Susanna thought for a moment and spoke, breaking the silence inside the Villa.
"Oh?"
Lynn put away the Barrett, crossed his legs opposite her, and looked at the two with a raised eyebrow.
"Floyd talked to you about me?" He asked doubtfully, "That shouldn't be right; he doesn't have much of a favorable impression of me. Could he have actually said good things about me to the two of you?"
Lynn remembered that Deadshot's favorability towards him was negative, so he shouldn't have talked about him to this mother-daughter pair, right?
Susanna nodded:
"He told me before that a man specifically investigated him, that guy used every means possible and even used Zoe to threaten him. He's simply a pervert among perverts."
Lynn: "..."
Deadshot, I will take good care of your wife and child for you, so go in peace.
"Ahem..." Lynn coughed, then explained, "These are all misunderstandings."
"I know," Susanna said. "If you really were a pervert, our mother-daughter pair wouldn't be able to walk out of this Villa tonight."
Lynn stood up, fixed his gaze on Zoe, and then spoke:
"With a child here, it's not very convenient to talk."
As he spoke, he jerked his head toward the stairs and continued, "Shall we talk over there?"
Hearing this, Susanna lowered her head to stroke Zoe's head, said a few comforting words to her, and then followed Lynn to the stairs.
Lynn leaned against the cold wall and asked:
"Do you know the background of the people hunting you down, and also... why did Floyd die at their hands?"
"A few days ago, he called me and said that an enemy he had offended put a bounty on him in the black market. A very strong organization accepted the bounty and sent people to kill him."
Susanna's face was full of exhaustion, and scenes from a few days ago played continuously in her mind.
"He had never shown that kind of panicked expression before."
"So he called you to come to Gotham, take Zoe away, and then he faced those assassinations all by himself, right?" Lynn asked.
"Yeah." Susanna nodded, "Originally, with his skills, he could have handled those guys no matter what. But later, I don't know what happened, his physical condition became very poor, and then..."
As she spoke, her voice began to choke with sobs.
As a low-class Black woman, it was completely normal for Susanna to be terrified encountering such a thing.
"His physical condition had a problem? Could Deadshothave been poisoned?" Lynn thought to himself.
At this moment, an azure prompt appearing before his eyes interrupted his train of thought.
[Main Quest: Investigate the Mastermind Behind the Scenes]
[Quest Description: Bat Gang member Deadshot has been killed by an enemy. Please investigate the mastermind behind the elimination of Deadshot.]
[Quest Rewards: EXP +20, Random Character Card * 1]
Recovering his wits, Lynn silently put away the work menu and patted his chest.
"Rest assured, we in the Bat Gang value loyalty the most. I will definitely find the killer who took out Floyd."
"Then do you know how to investigate?" Susanna asked.
Lynn shook his head. "Although I don't know, someone definitely does."
...
4:00 AM.
At the top of the Gotham City Hall building, Lynn sat on the roof holding a phone in his hand.
"Hey, Hajibat, have you ever seen Gotham at 4:00 AM?"
"I haven't slept yet, of course I've seen it."
Bruce's gritting teeth voice came from the other side.
"Lynn, why is it that even after I blocked your number and changed over a dozen communication numbers, you can still call through?"
"How would I know that?"
Lynn shrugged and looked at his skill bar.
[Batman Communicator: Can contact Gotham's big boss Batman anytime, anywhere (as long as there is a communication device around Batman)]
"I'm just a superhero for fun, with weak abilities, and you, my friend, are the real hero."
Bruce Wayne: "..."
Superhero? Weak abilities?
Which guy with weak abilities would start blasting people with a Rocket launcher and a gatling gun at the drop of a hat?
Which superhero would rob cars on the street, or even dig up other people's parents' graves?
He took a deep breath and then spoke:
"Let's put the superhero matter aside for now. Can you first return my parents' remains?"
"No way." Lynn flatly refused, "I'm still waiting for you to call me Daddy when the time comes."
Bruce Wayne:???
"Holy crab!"
Batman, disguised as Bruce Wayne, cursed for the first time in his life.
"You're going to fuck my mom?"
He remembered Lynn's ability to resurrect other people.
Could this guy have dug up his parents' remains just to wait for this day?
"How did you know I had this thought?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking at the city in the distance that had completely plunged into darkness.
Bruce Wayne took a deep breath: "...Can you act like a human being?"
"Born as a human, I am very sorry." Lynn shook his head and then continued, "Your surveillance covers all of Gotham, and I have a favor to ask of you."
Hearing this, Bruce Wayne raised an eyebrow slightly: "I remember last time you asked me to help you, you threatened me by saying you'd show my parents photos of me selling my body."
As he spoke, a cold sneer hung on the corner of his mouth.
"This time, I've already destroyed all those photos. How do you plan to threaten me again?"
Hearing Bruce Wayne's tone, Lynn was slightly surprised.
Is Bruce Wayne this bold now?
"Bruce Wayne, have you forgotten that your mom and dad are still here with me? I can resurrect them at any time, and you wouldn't want your mom to be by me..."
"Alright, stop talking!"
Bruce Wayne hurriedly interrupted Lynn's words, fearing that this lunatic would really resurrect his mom and then stab his spawn point.
"What favor do you need me to help with?"
"Deadshot is dead. You should have already found out who killed him, right?" Lynn asked.
"I did find out." Bruce Wayne's voice was a bit hoarse, "The mastermind behind those people is... Mayor Carroll."
"So it was this old geezer who took out the sharpshooter of my Bat Gang." Lynn gritted his teeth.
"You're going to kill him?"
Bruce Wayne raised an eyebrow and quickly said.
"Mayor Carroll is the mayor of Gotham City, has a very high public voice, and his relationship with Congress..."
Clack!
Without waiting for him to finish, Lynn directly ended the phone call.
Following closely, a quest completion prompt appeared before his eyes.
[Main Quest "Investigate the Mastermind Behind the Scenes" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: EXP +20, Peter Griffin Character Card (That's right, none other than that ultimate scumbag)]
Lynn: "..."
What use is this ultimate scumbag character card?
Chapter 68: I Don't Have Such Dispensable Things Either
Gotham City Hall Square.
Perhaps because it was almost December, the weather still appeared quite gloomy.
On the central podium, a man was giving a passionate speech.
He wore a suit and had a Mediterranean hairstyle; he was a pot-bellied, rather short middle-aged man.
Looking at the ignorant populace below, Mayor Carrolldelivered a loud speech:
"Citizens, through the unremitting efforts of the Gotham City government and all the Police of Gotham,
the crime rate in Gotham City has effectively dropped by more than ten percentage points in recent years..."
In the densely packed crowd below, a man wearing a bear headgear and armor pushed aside the people on both sides and walked forward.
"Excuse me."
Lynn arrived at the very front and raised his head to look at the politician speaking on the stage.
A moment later.
[Main Quest: Avenge the Property of the Bat Gang]
[Quest Description: Deadshot, as the only Black asset of the Bat Gang, was actually taken out by a group of assassins from Mayor Carroll.
Please have the player avenge Deadshot and take down Mayor Carroll within 24 hours.]
[Quest Rewards: Experience +30, Gotham Reputation +30, Random Item * 1]
"As expected."
Gazing at the azure prompts before him, Lynn's guesses in his heart had already been somewhat confirmed.
"Just Deadshot getting taken out by someone triggered so many quests for me.
If I recruit a few more NPCs and let them go court death outside,
once they get taken out by others, won't I be able to grind out some more quests?"
Under the effect of his shocking intelligence, Lynn felt as if he had already discovered how this game should be played.
"First grind NPC favorability, grab a wave of skills and items, and then let them go court death outside to farm quests..."
The more Lynn thought about it, the more he admired his own shocking intelligence.
"Hiss, I am simply too smart, but... wouldn't this be a bit too unprincipled?"
Conscience came online at this moment, but after he glanced at the Peter Griffin character card in his backpack, he returned to an appearance of peace of mind.
"At that time, I'll just directly use this scummy character card. Anyway, the scummy one isn't me, it's Peter Griffin."
Moreover, he could specifically recruit those guys who didn't act human in the first place into the Bat Gang, and then send them out to court death.
In this way, his conscience wouldn't hurt either.
Mhm, as a player, he thought he still had morals and conscience.
"Weren't those crime situations cracked down on by Batman? How did they all become the government's credit?"
Right at this moment, a redneck guy wearing a plaid shirt and a duck-tongue cap nearby spoke up to question Mayor Carroll on the stage.
"Batman is illegal, and he is no different from those criminals!"
Mayor Carroll looked at that citizen, his voice icy.
"Without him, our Gotham City would become better than it is now.
It is precisely because of him that criminals from other places keep coming to Gotham City in an endless stream."
As an illegal vigilante, Batman had indeed made quite a lot of contribution to Gotham's crime rate.
But Carol was a politician, and furthermore someone who had the opportunity to enter Congress and become a congressman.
Would such a person let Batman's reputation surpass that of the Gotham Police Department and then affect his political achievements?
The answer was naturally impossible.
Compared to Batman, he still believed more in his own political maneuvers and the armed forces under his command.
Therefore, in order to boost the public support rate of the Gotham City government, he had been giving speeches these days, attempting to push forward the Anti-BatmanAct.
"But Batman saved me!" The redneck guy was still exerting force.
"If it weren't for him, I would have already died under Joker's gun, and Batman is also working hard for our city!"
As soon as he said this, other citizens successively began to echo in agreement.
"Right! Batman also saved me, he is our hero!"
"If it weren't for him, I would have lost my job long ago, wandering in who knows what remote corner, and then turned into a corpse.
Even my spine, bones, and other organs wouldn't know where that damned fellow collected them!"
"Quiet!"
Mayor Carroll saw that the citizens below were about to riot and immediately shouted sternly.
Under the enhancement of the microphone and speakers, his voice instantly overwhelmed all opposing sounds.
"I announce that the Anti-Batman Act is officially implemented; Gotham City does not need Batman, with the Gotham Police and the Gotham City government, it is already..."
Before he finished speaking, several men wearing black suits crossed the crowd, rushed to the very front, and simultaneously stretched their right hands toward their bosoms.
Seeing this scene, Carol immediately thought of what would happen relying on years of experience.
His expression changed abruptly, and he immediately squatted down, hiding his entire body behind the podium.
Bang, bang, bang!!
A series of gunshots rang out.
"Protect the mayor!"
Mayor Carroll's bodyguard immediately rushed forward and opened fire at those gang members.
Not only them, but Sheriff Blake not far away, upon hearing the gunshots, also changed his expression abruptly, and hurriedly rushed over with several Policeofficers.
An intense gunfight was ready to break out at any moment.
Aside from those gang members, some citizens also successively pulled out the prepared pistols from their bosoms and began shooting indiscriminately.
And while they were shooting, Lynn was dribbling a basketball with one hand and bending his elbow with the other.
Almost instantly, behind him, the Laoda Martial Soul and Jige Martial Soul emerged in response.
Accompanied by Jige's exclusive BGM, an excited smile appeared on his face as he rushed toward the chaotic crowd.
For a time, the entire City Hall Square was filled with a hail of bullets and utter chaos.
Swallowing all the souls on the square in one bite, an expression of sheer comfort appeared on Lynn's face.
"Hiss... So good!"
[Feast (Lv2) Stacks: 231]
After swallowing these souls, although his strength did not increase significantly, his intelligence became even more shocking.
Whoosh!
A bullet tore through the airflow, grazing past the top of Lynn's head and fiercely shooting into the chest of a man nearby.
Lynn turned his head to look in the direction where the bullet came from.
He saw Mayor Carroll squatting behind the podium holding a gun, staring stealthily at him.
Locking eyes with Lynn, Carol instantly puckered in fear and hurriedly raised her gun to aim at the man wearing the bear headgear.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bullets suddenly shot out from the muzzle.
"Bullet Time! Laodas Power!"
Almost instantly, the air seemed to become viscous, and the bullets slowly shot toward Lynn.
Bending down to dodge the bullets, he rushed directly in front of the dumbfounded Mayor Carroll, slamming his elbow fiercely against the opponent's fat face.
Bang!
Mayor Carroll was smashed dizzy by Lynn's elbow strike, his head almost exploding.
He instantly collapsed to the ground and lost consciousness.
When Mayor Carroll opened his eyes once more, he discovered that he was bound hand and foot by Lynn on the podium.
The gunmen below had basically all been subdued by the Police, with only some citizens and Police holding pistols, closely staring in the direction of the podium here.
In almost an instant, Mayor Carroll analyzed the current situation.
He must have been taken hostage by that man wearing the bear headgear.
"It's useless, this is Gotham City Hall Square, and there are hundreds of Police guarding here.
Furthermore, as long as Commissioner Gordon knows my situation, he will immediately send more Police over."
Although he couldn't see the man's expression behind him, he was still earnestly trying to persuade him.
He wasn't worried that he would be killed; even gang bosses like Black Mask and Penguin wouldn't dare to kill him in front of so many people.
Furthermore... he had connections with Congress; if he died, the fellow behind him wouldn't live either.
"I advise you not to act impulsively; killing people cannot solve problems.
Think about your parents, as well as your wife and children; if something happens to you, what will they do?"
"Parents, wife, and children?" Lynn raised his brows slightly, "I don't have such dispensable things either."
Carol: "..."
Chapter 69: Where is Catwoman's tail inserted?
Carol stood frozen in place, and she could feel that the man behind her was not joking.
In other words, this person had no attachments left in this World.
This fucking person was invincible!
Thinking of this, beads of cold sweat gradually seeped from Carol's forehead.
"Wait, if I die, you will die too!"
Her life was extremely precious, and she definitely could not die together with the stray dog-like scum behind her.
"Isn't it even better if you die?" Lynn pointed his gun at Mayor Carroll's head.
"If you die, the angry citizens will support your bill, and Batman will also be boycotted by people. Isn't this your dying wish?"
After hearing this, Carol's mouth twitched slightly, and she felt that the guy behind her seemed to have some misunderstanding about politics.
Opposing Batman was just to make her political achievements look better and add icing on the cake.
There were simply too many gang members and psychiatric criminals in Gotham, and since there was no death penalty in the law, they could only rely on Batman.
Besides Batman, what other fool would work the night shift on the streets and alleys of Gotham on time every night without getting paid?
Therefore, opposing Batman was just something to talk about, and everyone would just laugh it off.
Feeling the cold chill behind him, Mayor Carroll felt that he should do something, otherwise he really wouldn't have a chance.
Gulp!
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, recalling the scene when he was trained by the CIA back then on what to do if he encountered a kidnapping.
Soon, his face put on that solemn expression from his speech earlier once again.
"If you think this can make me submit, make Gothamsubmit, then you are making a huge mistake!
Even if I fall, there are still thousands of Carols in Gotham; they will replace me and make Gotham even better!"
With a look of facing death unflinchingly, Carol's face was full of firmness, as if she were the hero of Gotham instead of Batman.
"Shoot! Your bullets can kill me, but you cannot kill the thousands of Carols who want to make Gotham a better place!"
After saying these words, she saw the citizens and Policeofficers below showing expressions of fanatical worship.
Sheriff Blake clenched his fists, staring intently at the hijacked Mayor Carroll ahead, his face full of adoration.
"Mayor Carroll, don't worry, our Police force will definitely save you out!"
"That damn bear-man, let Mayor Carroll go quickly!" A black citizen shouted angrily at Lynn.
Seeing this scene, Mayor Carroll's heart was filled with pride.
In his view, the person who hijacked him from behind should be someone at the bottom of society who had never seen any big scenes.
Hearing this speech of his, he would definitely bow down just like Sheriff Blake and those brainless citizens.
At that time, she, Carol, would give a majestic shiver, take the guy behind her as a subordinate, and at the same time push the Anti-Batman Act, which was simply killing two birds with one stone.
Thinking of this, Carol's mouth couldn't help but curl upwards, but she still forcibly suppressed her smile.
"Come on, shoot, I have already..."
Bang!
Lynn shot and blew up Carol's head with a single shot, and the corpse fell powerlessly onto the podium.
Looking at the dumbfounded crowd below, he shrugged, his face full of helplessness:
"You see, he was the one who asked me to shoot. I have never seen such a request in my life, so I had no choice but to reluctantly satisfy him."
Sheriff Blake: "..."
"Shoot!"
Under his command, the Police successively pulled out their pistols and were about to pull the triggers at Lynnahead.
However——
"Holy crab! Run!"
"Fack! It's a fucking gatling gun, go notify Commissioner Gordon quickly, we need Police reinforcement!"
"..."
Da da da!!!
Bullets fired crazily from the six-barreled muzzle of the gatling gun, abruptly tearing through the air.
The torrent of steel surged forward abruptly, resembling the sickle in the hand of the God of Death, chasing after those Police officers.
In an instant, the fierce firepower blew them into pieces scattered everywhere.
Only some of the most experienced and fastest-running Police officers managed to salvage their lives.
Lynn put away the gatling gun, gazed at the open space ahead, and his brows involuntarily knitted together.
"Why are there not even ghosts after I finish off these people?"
It was the same just now; as long as the people were killed by him, there was nothing left after death, and there was no way to devour ghosts using Feast.
"Could it be that only when others kill people will ghosts appear for me to devour?"
Lynn's heart was filled with doubts.
[Main Quest "Avenge the Property of the Bat Gang" Completed]
[Obtained Rewards: Experience +30, Gotham Reputation +30, Overalls]
[Overalls: After wearing them and performing an Iron Mountain Lean, you will automatically obtain the Power of Ji Nitaimei, which can be combined with kunkuns basketball to form a set for use (Durability 100)]
Lynn:???
System, you little hater, you've finally exposed your chicken feet, haven't you?
Whoosh!
A burst of roaring wind suddenly came from behind.
Lynn recovered his senses, hurriedly lowered his body, and immediately bent his right elbow, elbowing towards the back.
"man!"
Bang!
A soft touch came from his elbow, followed closely by a woman's light hum reaching his ears.
"Mnnh... why do you start elbowing without a word?"
Lynn raised his head to look, and saw Catwoman standing in front of him.
She was wearing a tight black latex battle suit, which perfectly outlined her curvaceous and graceful figure.
Diagonally slung across her waist was a silver chain belt, and the belt buckle was an exquisite cat paw design.
Hanging on it were also a few small tool pouches and a sharp short blade.
Staring at Catwoman, who was continuously rubbing her chest to relieve the pain, Lynn asked somewhat puzzledly:
"Why did you come over?"
"Before Deadshot died, he left me some clues."
Catwoman stared at Lynn with a pair of beautiful, resentful eyes and explained.
"I investigated all the way along the clues and found that the person who put a bounty on him was Carol, and behind Carol, it seemed to involve several different organizations."
"He hasn't come out from inside yet!"
"Snipers in position, assault team in position!"
The voice of the Police came from outside, interrupting the conversation between the two.
Lynn frowned slightly, put on the iron armor, and under Catwoman's bewildered gaze, picked her up by the waist and quickly ascended into the air.
...
The time was three o'clock in the afternoon.
The harsh sound of Police sirens resounded throughout Gotham.
In the few hours after Mayor Carroll's death, the Police had been searching for the guy who finished off the mayor, almost going crazy from busyness.
Commissioner Gordon even released word that they would dig three feet into the ground to find that murderer.
And with the death of Mayor Carroll, the name Bear-Man completely spread throughout Gotham.
At this moment, Lynn, who had finished off Mayor Carroll, was sitting on the top of Wayne Tower, looking at Catwoman with a surprised expression.
"You mean, behind Carol, there is not only Congress, but also the shadow of another organization?"
Catwoman nodded: "That's right, the clues Deadshot left me pointed to an organization called the League of Assassins."
[Main Quest: Eliminate Future Troubles]
[Quest Description: You helped Deadshot take revenge by finishing off Mayor Carroll, but the Bat Gang has been targeted by the League of Assassins. Please lead the Bat Gang to uproot the League of Assassins.]
[Quest Rewards: Experience +20, Random Set *1, Random Item *1]
Deadshot's death farmed out several quests for him, which could be considered dying worthily.
Lynn put away the quest list and asked: "Speaking of which, I have a question that might be a bit presumptuous. I don't know whether I should ask you or not."
"It's fine, go ahead and ask."
Catwoman waved her hand, feeling that Lynn wouldn't ask a question that was too presumptuous.
Lynn nodded, fixing his gaze on the tail behind her.
"I'm very curious, where is your tail inserted?"
Catwoman: "..."
It really was quite presumptuous.