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About fifteen minutes later, the taxi stopped quietly on the side of the road.

This place is less than half a street away from the bus station. The gunshots and fierce artillery fire in the distance made the suspended light rail above the street restless.

Seeing Downton get off the car indifferently, the taxi driver waved to Downton while playing with the Magnum bullet.

"Dude, for your generosity, I wish you good luck."

"Wish yourself good luck, I don't need the favor of that thing!"

While speaking, Downton pulled out a pistol from his waist and walked against the crowd towards the increasingly dense gunfire.

Seeing the bullet holes and blood stains on Downton's clothes, passers-by hiding nearby and watching the battlefield retreated, but the Gotham police walked towards Downton.

"GCPD!"

From a distance, the police shouted to Downton.

"Whose subordinate are you, Sabatini or Dimitrov? Tell the truth!"

Faced with the questioning of the Gotham police, Downton sneered and shook the gun.

"I am the boss of Sabatini. Are you sure you want to stop me?"

After the words fell, Downton strode forward without hesitation, and used his chest to break the weak blockade of the police, and walked towards the direction of the gunshot.

Behind him, the police who were enforcing the blockade looked at each other.

"Does Sabatini have any Asian subordinates?"

"I haven't heard of it. Most of the subordinates of Boss Falcone are of Italian descent. Isn't Sabatini also associated with Falcone?"

"Only small gangs like Dimitrov have Russians. As for Falcone, he is the king of Gotham. It's not surprising that he has any subordinates!"

"Are you sure?"

"We are following Falcone for food. If the other party is a Russian, we have to stop them no matter what. But Asians should be fine."

"I hope this Asian's identity is not a problem. Otherwise, we can't just do the cleaning work after getting so much money. We have to do something!"

The police talked to each other and looked at Downton's back as he gradually walked towards the battlefield.

As the gunshots got closer and closer, Downton swallowed his saliva due to the flames, smoke and tremors from time to time.

The weight of the Desert Eagle dispelled his few nervousness. He faced the stray bullets and quietly came to the vicinity of two gangsters hiding behind the bunker.

Seeing him approach, the Maozi gangster who occasionally raised his hands out of the bunker and fired a few shots was stunned for a moment.

"What the hell are you?"

"The boss has no Asians under his command!"

The two Maozi gangsters suddenly realized something, and they immediately wanted to move the muzzle to Donton.

But Donton had already fired!

"Bang!"

With a bang, a large ball of blood mist exploded on the right chest of one of the gangsters.

The Desert Eagle is powerful. Rednecks usually use this thing to hunt bears and wild boars. It is really too much to use it to hit people.

The broken picture scared the remaining gangster, and his teammate's blood and internal organs were all over his face.

But even if the vision was blocked, the gangster who was not shot was like crazy, and in a short moment he emptied the magazine in the direction of Donton.

Bang, bang, bang, bang!!!

With a series of gunfire, Donton couldn't help but groan. Although the opponent's shot was very crooked, he was still hit by a bullet because the distance was too close.

He had no experience yet, and he only felt that his lungs were shot, which made him a little breathless.

In addition, the recoil of the Desert Eagle was indeed too large, and the knuckles were a little numb.

But his legs were fine, which was good news.

Covering his left rib, which was bleeding but still painful, with his free left hand, Donton took two steps forward and put the muzzle of the gun against the head of the remaining Maozi.

Bang!

After the gunshot, Donton's lips were stained with the filthy things that made him sick, and he didn't know whether it was blood or the more disgusting tofu brain.

He quickly wiped his face with his sleeves twice, and Donton spit twice, but he couldn't help spitting out some blood foam.

Not far away, more Russian gangsters also saw Donton's approach and actions.

"Damn, Falcone's men hit him from behind!"

"Urichenovsky's head was blown up!"

"Fuck, what are those policemen doing!"

"Those policemen were bribed by Falcone, and they let Falcone's men go!!!"

While yelling, the Russian gangsters sent four or five people to rush towards Donton.

Donton aimed his gun from a distance, and after killing a bastard with the straightest running position with one shot, his chest and thigh were hit by the opponent's bullets one after another like a red balloon exploding.

The quality of Gotham gangsters is far superior to that of African blacks. They are still quite accurate. Even with the body movements of the future Batman, he is often shot.

After being shot, Donton lay on the ground motionless with the force of the bullet.

Although his adrenaline is still working hard, Donton doesn't want to waste his bullets with his current body.

He couldn't see clearly, and couldn't aim.

Seeing Downton lying motionless in a pool of blood, the gang members came closer and one of them kicked Downton in the ribs.

"Fuck, where did this Asian come from!"

The man cursed and then shot Downton in the head.

Bang, blood splattered, but the next second...

"Fuck!"

"What the hell!"

"He... he's burning!"

"He turned to ashes!"

"Gone!!!"

The gangsters who came to support watched Downton's tattered body spontaneously combust, and in a short moment it turned into a piece of ash and dissipated in the air.

On the top of the building on the corner of the street in the distance, a homeless man who was holding a telescope to observe the battlefield saw this scene and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Then, the homeless man quickly took out his camera and took two photos of the location where Downton dissipated into ash, and asked at the same time.

"Alfred, I've been away for only seven years. Have even the dead in Gotham become abnormal?"

"Huh?"

Alfred, who was on the other side of the hidden headphones, was slightly stunned while making tea.

"Master, the dead in Gotham have never been peaceful, but I still want to know what you saw."

"Nothing, I took a photo and will give it to you when I go back."

Bruce responded and continued to observe the battlefield.

Although he had just returned to the city, the hatred in his heart prevented him from staying at home.

He was eager to do something, and even more eager to make some people get retribution!

So in recent days, Bruce has been wandering the streets of Gotham in the form of a homeless man.

Of course, he would not miss the scene of the gang war today.

While Bruce was observing, a quick breath came from the alley behind the Gotham Natural History Museum in Burnley.

"Huh, damn, this taste is really bad."

With his clothes becoming more tattered, Downton took a deep breath, then removed the magazine and loaded it with bullets.

After re-inserting the magazine, Downton put the pistol on his waist and trotted to the road.

"Taxi!"

After stopping a taxi, Downton quickly explained the location, and soon he returned to the location where he was intercepted by the police just now.

The police were still chatting.

"I thought that Asian guy was Falcone's secret weapon."

"He died as soon as he said he would. He died so fucking cleanly. But at least he changed three people."

"Stop talking nonsense. At least he is not afraid of death. Such a brother is rare."

"That's right. I have been a policeman for so long. I only killed one person when I surrendered to the Falcone family. That Asian killed three people in a short moment. It's more than I have killed in my life."

Just as everyone was chatting, a slightly trembling voice suddenly came from the police.

"Fuck, what did I see!"

"What did you see?"

The people around him looked at him curiously, and then followed his line of sight to look into the distance.

As a result, they were all stunned.

"Fuck!"

"Shit!"

"What the hell is that!"

"Am I seeing it wrong!"

"It's that Asian!"

"Isn't he...Fuck, is this Groundhog Day?!!"

Faced with a lot of swear words, Donton came to the police again with a pistol.

"Make way!" He waved the muzzle of his gun at the stunned policemen.

The policemen looked at each other, then tremblingly made way for Downton.

At the same time, Bruce, who was observing from a nearby building, also took a deep breath.

His unnatural breathing attracted Alfred's attention.

"Master, what did you see again? You sound very surprised."

"You're right, Alfred, the dead in Gotham are never at peace!"

While responding, Bruce took out his camera and recorded Downton's appearance clearly.

Resurrection from the dead?

This is too unusual!