Chapter 5 The action begins (please collect, signed)

Crouching opposite the unusually guarded building, Wayne could now clearly see the criminals patrolling carefully inside.

Criminals outside the building are very carefully exploring any possible hiding place.

Even on the rooftop of the building, there are snipers closely watching everyone's movements.

This is no longer something a normal gang can do.

But I believe that it would be difficult for a normal gang to integrate the entire Hell's Kitchen into one piece.

It would be quite difficult for Wayne to enter the building normally and obtain the supplies he needs.

But Wayne had no intention of knocking on the door politely and entering the building from the beginning.

Isn’t night the best time for bats to hunt?

"Is there any problem?"

The sniper on the roof listened to the voice in the intercom and spoke to the other end quite calmly: "There is nothing, not even a ghost."

"We can't take it lightly, otherwise the boss will skin us." The other end of the intercom was obviously more relaxed.

"Stay in your control room and eat your hamburger." The sniper chewed his gum and pulled off his earphones.

The guy's laughter came from the monitoring room.

"Hahaha."

"Damn bastard." The sniper felt a little uncomfortable. He was exposed to the wind and rain here, but the other one could stay indoors and eat well.

However, he has no choice, because there are always unfair things in this world.

He held his breath again and focused his gaze on the sight in front of him, observing the surrounding area.

In the small field of vision, a black shadow suddenly flashed across.

The sniper instantly used his sniper scope to scan around, trying to find the figure that flashed by.

But there was nothing around it, it seemed like it was just an illusion.

The sniper looked away from the sniper scope and shook his head.

"Sometimes even the best sniper in the world will have hallucinations." He shook his head with a smile.

"Sometimes, what you see is not an illusion."

A low and terrifying voice sounded behind the sniper.

The sniper's body, which was still warm at first, suddenly felt like it had fallen into an ice cellar.

He couldn't determine whether the person behind him was a human or a ghost.

"What are you?" The sniper tried to have a conversation with the guy behind him.

Wayne stood behind him calmly, watching the guy's slight movements.

"A criminal." Wayne leaned down and directly covered the sniper's mouth and nose, controlled his head, and smashed it against the edge of the rooftop.

After the muffled sound.

There was no sound of pain, just a body slowly relaxing.

The sniper has lost his consciousness.

The sniper's position was indeed a good place to observe all positions, but it was of little use to Wayne.

And behind him, there is a skylight that can see the top floor of the building.

There a few guys were laughing and exchanging glasses with each other.

One person held a girl with a pretty face and a hot figure and moved his arms up and down.

On the coffee table between them were stacks of U.S. dollars, and not far away was a safe used to store more cash.

Wayne had found what he was looking for.

Why these guys leave all this cash like this is simple.

In the eyes of these guys selling illegal drugs, money is not the most important thing.

The most important thing is their goods.

But in Wayne's eyes, goods need to be destroyed, and dollars need to be used to build his own base.

Looking down at the debauched scene below, Wayne needed a chance, a chance for them all to relax.

When one begins the most primitive activity, the second one is not far behind.

After the guy below inhaled the white powder in front of him into his nose, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned on his sofa.

The woman next to me squatted down quite skillfully.

"Hmm~ Hahaha!! This is the life we ​​should live!!!" The guy obviously became a little insane because of the contraband, laughing.

No one around him would laugh at him.

Because other people feel the same way.

"What kind of Spider-Man, what kind of superhero! He's just a weakling who doesn't dare to kill people! Hahaha! It's better this time, he was killed directly by the boss."

The man holding the whiskey glass was already quite calm about everything that happened in front of him.

"If those guys weren't so annoying, we would have been enjoying the best life."

Perhaps because he got angry when talking about Spider-Man, a guy directly dragged the woman next to him over.

When they raised their heads and waited for the woman to serve, they found a figure on the skylight looking at them quietly.

"What are you looking at?"

The guy pulled out his gun and was about to let the guy do his job honestly.

Wayne moved.

Jumping high, the cloak behind him blocked the moonlight, revealing a very real bat symbol.

"Boom!!"

The sound of breaking glass made those who were not high yet tremble.

The brightest light was blown up by the Batarang as soon as Wayne came down.

The remaining lights were dim and weak, making this space extremely ambiguous.

And when Wayne fell directly, it was already destined that tonight would not be a happy night for them.

"Son", the man who was directly controlled by Wayne, wanted to say something cruel, but all he received was Wayne's iron fist.

With one punch, a man may have to live on liquid food for the rest of his life.

The entire face was covered with scarlet blood, and there were a few teeth stained with blood.

That way, it looks like

Dead dog?

Except for the guy who was already high, everyone woke up instantly. They all took out their pistols and pointed them at Wayne.

Before they could shoot, Wayne had already pulled the trigger of his hook gun.

The sharp barb pierced the thigh of one of the men.

"ah!!!"

The man's cry of pain had no effect on Wayne.

Wayne unceremoniously used the man as his weapon and threw him up, knocking over all the people around him.

Pulling the trigger again and pulling the man in front of him, Wayne punched the man in the chest and knocked him away.

Without giving them a chance to react, Wayne had already arrived in front of one of the guys with his own speed.

The speed and strength were vividly displayed at this moment. He hugged the guy's body with one hand and threw him over his shoulder with great force.

Under Wayne's action, the guy smashed the sofa next to him.

The guy who got high before was still smiling like crazy, not caring that there were no familiar guys around anymore.

He even waved to Wayne: "Let's go together! I like threesomes."

Wayne's response to him was quite concise and powerful. He punched the man in the face one punch after another until the guy's appearance was completely invisible.

But what Wayne was sure of was that the guy was not dead.
Chapter completed!