Chapter 5 5. What are you doing with a few hundred yuan a month?

In the Batcave underground in Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred made himself a third cup of coffee and sat in front of the super cool Batcomputer with tired steps.

The twenty-four screens in front of the old man were monitoring various important locations throughout Gotham City in real time.

When Batman went out on night patrol, Ah Fu helped complete such evil-sounding things as monitoring the city. Of course, when there was Robin in the past, this job would be left to Robin.

"The young master is attacking Black Mask's drug manufacturing factory on Naihe Island. The progress is in sequence. The East District bank was robbed by thugs. Calculate the time and plan the route. The young master will just be able to deal with them on his way back.

There was a gun battle in the Odsburg district. The density of firepower was very high.

let me see"

Ah Fu pushed up his reading glasses, took a sip of strong coffee and zoomed in on the monitor. After a few seconds, the old man's expression became serious, and he immediately dialed the communication.

"Afu, I'm busy."

Batman's deep voice came.

But the old housekeeper ignored it and said briefly:

"Mason Cooper was attacked in Gordon's safe house. He is running away and may need backup."

"?"

The old man asked in surprise:

"Lucius helped him build that safe house. It has a high level of confidentiality. How could it be possible? Wait! It's not a gang killer who is here?"

"no."

Ah Fu stared closely 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 Batfighter to support Mason and save the young man!"

Batman's voice also rose a few degrees, and Alfred immediately became busy in the Batcave.

On the other side, Mason Cooper, who was in the war zone, didn't know that Batman was already on his way, and he felt like he was really going to die.

These killers in front of you are indeed the Penguin's aces.

Their combat literacy is infinitely higher than those of the gangsters. To give the most intuitive example, even if Mason has combat assistance like BUG, ​​it is difficult to hit them with the configuration of the aiming frame and preset ballistics.

These guys are on the move all the time.

Anyone who has played FPS games knows that hitting moving targets is much more difficult than fixed targets.

In this rarely-occupied four-story apartment, those silent men in black were walking quickly in groups of three, as if they were playing a cat-and-mouse game with Mason, but their attack methods were very brutal and they encountered obstacles.

Destroyed directly by explosion.

There were also gunmen with night vision goggles guiding him, making Mason's escape very difficult.

Fortunately, the free aiming frame of the combat auxiliary can at least mark Mason's movements when the enemy is approaching, just like a small radar, which allows him to barely maintain a slight advantage in dangerous gun battles.

Commissioner Gordon's gun had been loaded with bullets, and was used as a "hidden weapon" by Mason to throw it out, allowing the man in black to duck in front of him.

Taking this opportunity, he stepped forward, turned the handle of the umbrella, popped out the fighting spear, and stabbed forward fiercely, showing some style of rifle assassination.

"Successfully performed a melee execution. The fighting skill branch is opened. It is currently Lv0."

The man in black who was attacked widened his eyes, probably because he didn't expect this black umbrella to be so tricky.

But being pierced through the heart made him fall to the ground instantly, and Mason quickly grabbed the gun in his hand. In the chaos, he had no time to aim accurately. The young man raised his hand and fired a hail of bullets to force the killer outside the door back.

He didn't have time to read the prompt carefully, so he rushed to the window and smashed the glass with the butt of his gun, and glanced 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, grabbed the window frame and jumped down.

There was a loud bang.

The grenade that exploded in the room caused dazzling fire to spurt out from the window, and the impact was like a heavy punch on the young man, causing him to roll and fall on the lawn outside the apartment.

The soft ground allowed Mason to avoid the danger of falling and hitting his head, but falling from a height caused severe pain to his legs.

Maybe a fracture?

"puff"

Mason grabbed the self-administered hemostatic agent that Commissioner Gordon had given Batman before and injected it into his leg.

The cold liquid injected into his blood vessels allowed him to barely regain his mobility after a few seconds, but the danger and darkness surrounding him forced him to limp and escape forward.

Those Penguin killers have already come around.

There were several cars parked at the intersection ahead. In the light curtain in front of Mason's eyes, the free aiming frame had locked onto more than a dozen enemies. This situation of ambushes from all sides made the young man feel despair.

But before those guys could encircle them, a familiar sound of bombardment sounded from the dark sky.

Mason looked up and saw that the ghostly Bat Fighter was swooping down from the sky. Its high-speed rotating machine gun kept firing at the ground, blasting the vehicle in front of him and creating a way for the young man to escape.

"At the critical moment, it's you who I owe you."

Mason was overjoyed to be saved from a desperate situation. Holding the Penguin's umbrella and dragging a snatched gun, he ran towards the combat cover, while running backwards and shooting randomly.

He didn't know that Alfred was controlling the fighter remotely at this time, but Mason knew that the appearance of the Bat-Fighter was his only chance to escape.

He had to run to an open area to catch the fighter plane before it landed.

Behind him, in the darkest night of the day, the Bat fighter jets patrolled back and forth and covered the man in black with constant firepower, forcing the man in black back into the apartment. The firefight between the sky and the ground behind him had the momentum of a frontline battlefield.

But this is a scene that happened in the main city of Gotham.

I have to say that the fact that gangsters raided a police safe house and had the city's superheroes come to the rescue is really Gotham-esque.

"I'm here! Come on!"

Mason gritted his teeth and endured the pain and climbed to the roof of a two-story building. In addition to his legs, he had at least two bullet holes bleeding.

Thanks to the injection of analgesic that stopped the bleeding, otherwise the pain alone would have been enough to overwhelm the young man.

But even so, he was already at the end of his strength.

After only seven or eight minutes of fighting with the well-trained killers in black, Mason was exhausted. The little pride he had after beating up the gangsters had long since disappeared.

Defeating the lowest creature on Gotham's food chain is really nothing to be proud of.

He waved his hand in the dark night and watched the Bat Fighter flying down in his direction. A feeling of joy for surviving the disaster made the gray-faced young man smile.

But before the smile faded away, three rockets flew out from the darkness behind and crashed into the ghostly fighter plane with long tail flames roaring behind them.

Ah Fu's control skills were really impressive. He made the Bat fighter dodge the first two rounds with a classic falling leaf float, but was hit by the last round on the tail.

In the light of the huge fireball soaring into the sky, the Bat Fighter dragging black smoke slanted past Mason's head like a bird with broken wings, and finally crashed into the large square three blocks away.

Burning torches in the dark night.

"!"

Mason stared at this scene dumbfounded.

A cold breath enveloped my heart at this moment.

To actually be able to take down Batman's fighter plane, this is definitely no longer an ordinary gang killer!

And now he was being chased by these madmen. Without the fire support of the fighter planes, he was tired and injured, and he immediately felt that his future was bleak.

"Penguin's subordinate Ma Zai is too hard-working, isn't he?

I know he bought you insurance and gave you pretty good treatment, but is it really worth doing this for a boss who is sent to prison?

With so little money every month, what are you trying to do with your life!"

Mason cursed and got down on the roof of the two-story building. He placed the gun he grabbed on the eaves and pointed it in the direction of the men in black.

His leg was injured, and escaping so rashly would be the only way to die. The only hope now is to wait here until Batman's magic weapon comes from the sky.

Fortunately, I have distanced myself, and I should be able to delay it for a while with combat assistance.

boom!

A sudden gunshot made Mason roll to the side with his face covered. The bullet that had just shattered the scope of the rifle in his hand grazed his cheek like a knife, almost killing his head.

"There are snipers!"

This idea rushed into the young man's mind and he immediately held up the Penguin's umbrella. Almost at the same time, a second bullet came and hit the bulletproof surface of the armed umbrella hard.

As Mason watched, the sharp bullet rotated like a dagger, got through the umbrella, and hit the ground beside him, causing a stream of sparks.

Penguin's umbrella can protect against small-caliber bullets, but it can't protect against sniper bullets!

Mason's heart suddenly felt cold.

Are the gangster killers in Gotham so professional? They even used snipers to hunt down me, an ordinary person?

Mason quickly took off his coat, wrapped it around the closed umbrella, and put his baseball cap on the top of the umbrella. This was a method he learned from film and television works to deal with snipers.
To be continued...