American comics: The savior starting from the vampires

Poof!

A hand broke into the man's chest, feeling the warmth inside. Lin Jue pulled his hand out of the man's flesh and blood, watching his weak body fall to his knees.

The sound of gunshots started one after another in an instant.

Countless sparks mixed with bullets flew towards him.

At this moment, the criminals on this street all opened fire!

However, where Lin Jue originally stood there was only an afterimage left. The bullets passed by and instantly hit the criminals who were firing together on the opposite side.

In an instant, with gunfire and screams, the neighborhood was in chaos.

Lin Jue's figure walked quickly and came to a criminal who was switching ammunition. He grabbed his head with one hand and slammed him to the ground!

boom!

The watermelon breaks and juice splashes everywhere!

A tall and thick white man on the side fell to his knees in an instant, his face was pale, his whole body was shaking, and he was stunned in place.

The next second, Lin Jue's figure came behind him, and the man's head had been twisted, and his burly body fell heavily to the ground.

At the same time, pedestrians outside the street stopped one after another. The gunshots and screams coming from inside the street attracted their attention.

A man covered in blood quickly ran out of the street and looked at the people driving their motorcycles outside.

"Farke! He's killing us!"

The man looked pale and yelled like crazy. The next moment, his body fell heavily to the ground. People looked in panic and saw a machete stuck in his back!

"Shet!"

A young man driving a motorcycle couldn't help but curse, and then drove the motorcycle away at high speed. This operation was like turning on a switch. In an instant, the criminals wandering on the street fled in all directions.

With the last gunshot inside the block, Lin Jue, covered in blood, slowly walked out of the street and gently shook off the blood on his hands.

At this time, even he himself didn't know why he took the action he did today. His purpose tonight was not actually that.

As his body moved, Lin Jue's figure turned into afterimages and disappeared here.

With a violent roar, a black and extremely cool motorcycle sped over and stopped at the intersection of the street where the accident occurred.

A man in a black leather jacket and a black bat mask jumped off the cool and stylish motorcycle and ran quickly towards the inner part of the street.

Before he entered the street, he seemed to sense something. He slowly lifted up his boots, which seemed to be stained with something.

Wherever he looked, his pupils shrank slightly, and with a strong smell mixed with red mucus, Bruce Wayne put his feet down and ran into the street.

He froze on the spot. What he saw before him were corpses everywhere. Some had a fist-sized hole in their chests, some had countless bullet holes in their bodies, and some had their heads turned 180 degrees.

There is no one left alive in this sinful street.

His eyes were deeper than ever before, and as the sirens wailed from the street behind him, he quickly returned, got on his motorcycle, and sped away.

…

In a magnificent manor, accompanied by sweet symphony, a man in a suit and leather shoes supported his dance partner and swayed in the hall. Their dancing postures were very suitable. With their hands slightly swaying, the graceful female dance partner came quickly. With her legs crossed high, she turned around gracefully and looked back at the old man sitting in a wheelchair beside her, showing a knowing smile.

Bang bang bang!

Rod Sionis couldn't help but clapped his hands and applauded, with admiration and a hint of unexplainable meaning in his eyes.

"master!"

A middle-aged man wearing a tuxedo and a high collar slowly came to the old man and pushed the wheelchair behind him as if to take him away from the place.

"A dangerous guy has come to the central area!"

"Danger? Haha!"

The old man smiled as if he had heard some joke.

Soon, under the leadership of the middle-aged butler, his wheelchair was pushed slowly out of the manor. At this moment, black cars were parked outside the manor. The middle-aged butler sent the old man into one of them.

The car sped off, speeding away from the manor.

One black car after another followed closely behind.

Until the vehicle slowly drove into an abandoned cemetery, the middle-aged housekeeper and the old man walked slowly through the dark woods until they arrived in front of a certain grave.

As the tombstones slowly unfolded to the side, a dark passage appeared in the original cemetery. At the butler's signal, two men in suits followed him, and the four of them quickly walked into the passage.

Slowly taking out a mask from the wall on the side and putting it on his face, the old man looked calm as he walked deep into the cemetery.

At this moment, in the dark cave under the tomb, in the marble basement, there is a huge round table. Several men wearing masks are already sitting on the edge of the table. All of them have the same mask - owl. !

As the old man arrived, one of the men slowly stood up from the round table.

"Everyone, Gotham seems to be getting out of our control step by step!"

"Control? Who, not even the Wayne family can resist us!"

A taller man roared sharply, and his words were instantly echoed by two of them.

"Sir, do you know what the factor is?"

An old woman's voice sounded slowly, and the man who stood up at this moment looked around, his eyes swept over the people wearing owl masks.

"Why are all your attention focused on that damn bat! In my opinion, he is not to be feared, but a ridiculous person who holds a sense of justice in his heart and claims to be a righteous person!

Now we have a real opponent, he is extremely cruel and more brutal than criminals. Unlike Batman, the vicious criminals have only one way to die in his hands. He... seems to be targeting us!"

The low words echoed in the underground tomb, and the people of the Court of Owls slowly stared at each other, and everyone suddenly thought of the existence that has become famous recently.

"Judge?"

A word echoed in the silent room, and everyone turned their eyes to the speaker.

"Hehe!"

The man put his hands on the table and smiled, and his eyes paused slightly on Rod Sionis who had been silent.

"That guy doesn't seem to be an ordinary person?"

He chuckled.

"Of course he is not an ordinary person! My men just told me that there was a riot on 13th Street, and the bar and personnel there suffered heavy casualties. No, everyone in that block died!" A young man spoke, and he seemed a little excited, with his chest rising and falling slightly. "Is that guy warning us?" The atmosphere in the whole place was quiet.