MTL - Start with Batman-Chapter 54

Chu Cheng was stunned for a moment when he first saw the corpse that had been **** all over the floor, wondering when there was a mole in his family on the opposite side, and he didn't even know?

I haven't done anything yet, but the other side actually solved it internally.

What do you mean? Want to swear allegiance to me?

Well that's of course not possible. Before the other side picked up a brick and rushed over, Chu Cheng immediately realized that he had bumped into an infected person again when he saw that distorted smile that could be called a health certificate.

The fans this time were also very enthusiastic, they were directly served by ancient artifacts, and they changed to the blood-soaked war-damaged skin version.

Chu Cheng clicked the right mouse button in time, and saw that Daredevil leaned to the side to avoid the heavy brick, and then flew up with his right foot, hitting the opponent's wrist with his boot. The young man was shocked, and the brick flew out of his hand.

Daredevil circled around to the outside of the opponent's arm, drew his stick and hit the opponent **** the head. The close contact between the alloy baton and the skull made a dull impact sound, which was definitely enough to make a normal human belch, but the infected person only shook it, then turned around and grabbed it.

But Daredevil swayed short and dodged, followed close to his body, and hit the opponent's head face-to-face with another stick, and then took advantage of the momentum to kick forward, and the infected person was immediately blasted dully when he ate the kick. Stepping back, his figure swayed and fell to the ground.

But it's just that.

The infected person rolled around on the ground and immediately got up again. His body was twisted like a cartilaginous animal, his mouth was grinning exaggeratedly, and the blood gurgling from the wound on the top of his head made his whole face hideous and horrifying.

Chu Cheng did not relax his vigilance. Daredevil's double sticks are staggered up and down in front of him, taking a defensive posture, ready to deal with an attack at any time.

But the opponent did not attack again.

The infected person shook his head, took two steps stiffly in the direction of Daredevil, and made a movement that seemed to be about to make a move.

Boom.

Without warning, his head exploded like a **** firework.

The headless corpse bent its knees, knelt down with a thud, and soon fell limply to the ground without moving.

The degree of infection exceeded the upper limit of the infected person's body, and he blew himself up.

Chu Cheng frowned.

After confirming that the infected people who were suddenly spawned from the pile of monsters were dead, Chu Cheng felt strange and at the same time released the hostages locked in the container first.

We all know that criminals are also divided into classes. Although they are all despised criminals, some are grand thieves who are thieves, some are poor people who are forced to go to the Liangshan Mountains, and some may be controversial but have their own set of rules.

But there is also a group of people who belong to the corpses who would be regarded as imbecile even among their peers. They are thrown into prisons and are appointed to pick up soap. Even criminals have only one word when they see this kind of thing -climb.

Brother Dao, whose head has turned into a puddle of paste, falls into this category. So although his death was miserable enough, Chu Cheng didn't sympathize with this guy at all.

Daredevil crouched high and waited for a moment. It wasn't until a team of Secret Service Nine Agents who had received a report on the infection—whose identities could be accurately identified by radar senses—arrived at the scene to ensure that all the rescued hostages were handed over to the Nine Agents, then they stretched out the stick and fired the claws , swinging the rope and left.

Chu Cheng let out a long sigh of relief, thinking that it's almost time to get here today. Points are earned and a lot of new heroes are also tried.

Points can never be earned, and the loss outweighs the gain if the body is exhausted.

Daredevil landed on top of a building. Chu Cheng called up the menu, and the mouse had already moved to the offline option, but in this instant, he saw an exclamation mark representing the task called up in the corner of the screen.

Suddenly, his cursor moved away from the logout button, and his eyes were attracted by the exclamation mark.

It's like cleaning a window and discovering that there's a spot-on stain on the shiny, reflective glass...

In short, this made Chu Cheng shelve the idea of ​​going offline.

Not to mention that every task that appears on the map means that someone needs help in reality, and each of these tasks is an experience pack for walking, and it is the kind that misses this village and there is no such shop. Putting such a big exclamation point always feels like a loss regardless of going offline directly.

Now Chu Cheng feels more and more that it is really not easy to be a chivalrous man. It is a monster like Batman who is a president during the day and can fight intensively at night.

Even sitting in front of the computer every night and patrolling the cloud for half the night is exhausting enough, and the next day he may be suspected by the perverted LSP of whether he has spent the night on soft food. It is really difficult for him.

Daredevil's senses may not only allow him to detect a wider range than other heroes, but also to be more sensitive to possible situations. Not only can he perceive the ongoing criminal activities within the effective range, but he can also hear content such as plotting in a closed room and telephone conversations that may herald impending events.

This may mean that it will be easier to farm quests with Daredevil, and the experience efficiency may be a little higher.

Chu Cheng operated Daredevil to quickly approach the exclamation mark, and at the same time selected that direction to use the hearing booster.

The direction came from a security patrol car, and chaotic shouts, objects colliding and distress calls came from the car intercom.

"This is the fourth branch of the Jiangdu Public Security Bureau!" Someone shouted desperately from the other end~www.novelbuddy.com~ Support! Request support......"

Then there was a muffled bang like a gunshot, cut off abruptly, and a muffled laugh mingled in the background.

The patrolling security officer immediately put the security lights on the roof of the car, and the whistle pierced the sky, and the security patrol car turned around and drove towards the fourth branch of the Public Security Department.

Chu Cheng was a little taken aback.

Good guy, this is the Public Security Bureau being stolen?

 …

A few minutes ago, the Fourth Branch of the Jiangdu Public Security Bureau.

Director Lin sat in the office, smoked the last cigarette of the day, and got up to get off work.

Although it's not time yet, today he promised his wife to pick up the children from school. The child has to go to the interest class in the evening after school, during which there is only one hour left for them to solve the problem of dinner, so he had to leave a little earlier.

As soon as Director Lin left the office, he suddenly heard a buzzing sound. Without any warning, the entire Public Security Bureau suddenly fell into darkness.

"What are you doing?"

"Is there a power outage?"

The sheriffs were dazed for a few seconds, but then the backup engine started, and the cool-toned lights with a slightly weird color turned on.

But before they were relieved, they soon heard someone say: "George? What do you want to do?"

I saw the sheriff named George standing by the drinking fountain, turning around slowly, with a stiff and weird smile on his face.

He raised his arms slowly, holding his sidearm in his hand.

Director Lin soon realized that the black muzzle of the gun was clearly pointing in his direction.

boom.

The gunshot rang out, and a flower of blood exploded on the director's chest. The intense pain was fleeting, and soon he couldn't feel anything, and fell on his back amidst the exclamation of everyone.