Bat Fight Simulator

Oh my god, compared to these owls who have bad hobbies and despise the lives and personalities of others, even the current Messiah is much more harmless.

"No!" The woman in front of him kept sobbing. She had long lost the elegance and arrogance she had before she came. She hugged her child, so weak and helpless.

She was a beautiful lady. Her pampered life made her beautiful skin tender and white. There were expensive ornaments on her slender fingers. The sapphire necklace on her neck was dropped in another room in panic. The player happened to see it when he came over.

"Please, don't kill me, okay? I really didn't."

"I don't know what happened..."

"But I know you." The player's voice responded to her. Messiah recalled the long period of time when he worked hard to find information everywhere in the afternoon, and he was a little dissatisfied.

"I worked hard. Even if there were useful props for cheating, it took me a whole afternoon to sort it out."

The player's smile did not reach his eyes at all. That sentence was not an excuse. He really knew what this beautiful woman had done.

"Because you have committed too many bad debts and crimes."

For example, for the sake of beauty, chasing the legendary Elizabeth's story to collect the blood of young girls to bathe.

Even if there is Batman, there is still a dark side in Gotham, especially this kind of top-down exploitation.

Where else do these claws come from?

These people are the garbage that has nested the longest in this city, and they are also the greedy slave owners who know how to suck the marrow out of others.

The player said, "If the people killed by you don't have the power to take revenge."

"Then let me be the executioner."

The player cut the woman's throat, and for a child, he looked down at her with a condescending look.

The other party is also a little slave owner. There is resentment and malice in his eyes that can't be hidden, but he is pitiful enough.

The boy pushed his mother away and tried to cry for the mercy of the man in front of him who was almost dyed red from blue.

The player evaluated the other party's value and finally found that it seemed useless. Some children can indeed be used, but a guy with a vicious heart and rotten to the core, unfortunately, Messiah does not think he can be saved.

"How pitiful." This is the player's pity for the child, because he was born and grew up in the mud, and because he and his parents were corrupted early.

In the end, the people left by Messiah were either sensible enough, or valuable enough, or their crimes were barely acceptable. After all, if you find a few pieces that are not so rotten in the mud, you can only make do with them.

The remaining owls were driven back to the hall by him. He sat at the highest point, and all the previous farces were broadcast live to the backpack and the claws that did not come to intercept him at the scene.

"Do you want to be the new Lord of Owls?"

"Make everything public, and I won't kill you."

The voice of old and young enough was intertwined, it was the old man with the golden mask.

The player looked at the smart old owl with a half-smile, but he didn't feel offended.

He repeated it again.

"Expose all the crimes of the Court of Owls to the public. I want this organization to cease to exist."

The atmosphere was so quiet that it was dead. The remaining owls looked at each other, but they didn't want to resist more, and they didn't dare.

The old owl looked around, stood up again, and spoke to the player.

"Although I don't know who you are, even if you kill us all, there will be remaining members of the organization outside, all over the world."

"The owls will watch you."

"It's just the disappearance of an organization."

Is such a thing more difficult than surviving the destruction of a universe?

The player was unmoved by this persuasive and threatening negotiation.

He looked at the golden mask in front of him, and then at the claws around him who didn't come up to protect their master.

The player asked: "Who is your master?"

"Tell me, I'll kill him, and then you'll be mine."

There's not much difference between raising a sharp-clawed cat (Dick) and raising a group of sharp-clawed cats.

But no matter what he wants to do, he needs to make sure that the guy who might hinder his re-education of the cats disappears.

Such words made the owls agitated again. They wanted to escape, and the first one who turned around was killed by the player, so no one dared to be smart again.

Of course, there were also owls who scolded those who didn't act as sharp claws, but everyone was hesitant.

Then the player killed the guy who talked too much, so no one dared to speak again.

The player didn't know what the old owl with the golden mask had misunderstood. The other party had an expression of sudden enlightenment and then said that if he surrendered to the enemy and surrendered to the player, he would give all his claws to the invader.

Indeed, it was obvious that the player was not a guy who could easily negotiate, and interests and power could not move him.

But he was so naive and stupid that he actually thought that evil would be punished.

It doesn't matter. The old court can be destroyed, but a new court can be born. As long as they can get out alive, what can't they do? As expected, young people, such vigilantes are naive.

The obedient owls are complacent in their hearts, but their expressions are sincere and respectful, but the dim scrutiny under the domino mask, their eyes covered by arrogance can't see it.

Player: My previous job was a vigilante, but now I am going to be the boss of the Claw.

The progress of the Claw chapter has just begun. Now it is a new world with a new atmosphere. A new and lethal Ye Ye enters Gotham.

Chapter 97 Gotham Turbulence

For the owls, a bloody night has passed. Some people survived, some guys lie in the grave, and more people are killed and new replacements emerge.