Hiding in the sand, splitting into many places, starting with Arkham

Falcone learned from his inside source that Harvey Dent only had eight Titan-enhanced individuals under his command. He offered Deathstroke $40 million to deal with these Titan-enhanced individuals, and an additional $40 million to take out Shimizu.

After confirming the information with his own intelligence network, Deathstroke agreed to the deal.

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However, Harvey Dent already knew that there was an inside source within his gang, so he designed a triple-layered confidential information system.

The first layer was to inform a limited number of people that there were six enhanced individuals, the second was eight, and the third was ten.

This allowed Harvey Dent to narrow down the suspects to a limited number of people afterwards, and he actually prepared fifteen enhanced individuals.

Due to the incorrect information, Deathstroke immediately raised the price based on the difficulty of the task. Even now, the mission hasn't been successful, but he has already taken down seven Titan-enhanced individuals.

At the previous price, that's worth $35 million.

The three stood facing each other, unwilling to back down.

The melodious sound of police sirens still echoed in the air, but the sound of gunfire gradually disappeared.

"Batman, when you appeared, Harvey Dent and Carmine Falcone had some of their men stay behind to cover their escape. What should we do now? Arrest Walter?"

Gordon said to Batman through the built-in earpiece in the bat cowl.

"The people you're looking for have already left."

Batman's hoarse and deep voice sounded. Deathstroke only glanced deeply at Shimizu, remembered this opponent, and turned to leave without saying a word.

He was going to find Falcone to collect the debt. If Falcone didn't pay, he would use knives and guns to get it.

Shimizu glanced at the departing Deathstroke, then at Batman, and also chose to turn around.

He knew that after this incident, Batman would completely remember him, the kind of remembering that would involve preparing ninety-nine sets of countermeasures.

"Aman, gather the men. We'll continue the pursuit. No matter what, Falcone must die today!"

"Batman…"

Gordon stood in front of a group of police officers, looking at Batman.

Batman simply shook his head, raised his hand, used his grappling hook to hook onto a nearby building, and chased after the direction Shimizu and the others left.

He couldn't let those people continue to cause destruction!

Gordon sighed, glanced at Shimizu, who had put on his black gold suit again and was leading a group of gangsters away from the other side.

He understood Batman's meaning.

That was enough. Continuing would result in many deaths.

A black sedan sped through the streets of Gotham at full throttle.

"F*ck, f*ck! What's the deal with the strongest mercenary! He can't even take care of two gang bosses!"

Carmine Falcone sat in the back seat, angrily pounding the seat.

"You're just a gang boss yourself, Carmine."

Deathstroke's voice suddenly rang out from the top of the car.

There, a walkie-talkie with an inconspicuous red light was taped to the roof of the car.

"Deathstroke! How dare you say that! Our business this time! Is ruined!"

Carmine snatched the walkie-talkie and said.

"Are you sure?"

Deathstroke's voice sounded from two directions at the same time.

One was the walkie-talkie, and the other was from the other side of the car window.

The man in the yellow and black metal armor was riding a motorcycle of the same color scheme, following Falcone's car.

Falcone realized what was happening.

The walkie-talkie also had a tracking device function.

"You were tracking me from the beginning?"

"To avoid you not settling the bill."

Like a stunt performer, Deathstroke sat on the motorcycle, pushed off with his feet, flipped over, and landed on the roof of the car.

"You should know that I have a habit of settling on the spot, so I guessed that you must have put all the money in the trunk of this car."

Deathstroke drew his alloy longsword from his back.

"Hey… you didn't complete the mission, you can't…"

The longsword cut open the lid of the trunk, and the back of the sword lifted a green bag.

"Wayne Bank's unregistered ten thousand dollar checks? Very good hard currency."

Deathstroke sheathed his sword, put it back on his back, picked up the bag with one hand, and turned to look behind him.

A small truck followed behind, with the tall and burly Black Gold standing on the roof.

Deathstroke sneered, flipped back onto the motorcycle, and sped away.

The truck's speed certainly couldn't keep up with the car, but fortunately, Hogg United was in the car business. Shimizu and several experienced auto mechanics had modified the truck, and it could keep up for the time being.

"Sh*t! He shouldn't have taken so much money! He didn't complete my mission! There was a whole hundred million in there!"

Carmine Falcone's face turned green with anger.

"Boss! Not good! Hogg United's Walter is catching up!"

The driver in front looked in the rearview mirror and exclaimed.

"What?!"

In the next moment, Black Gold raised his arm and launched a small rocket towards the tires of Carmine's car.

Flames soared into the sky, black smoke filled the air, and the black sedan was completely overturned.

However, this car was naturally modified to be Carmine's vehicle, and its defensive capabilities were not bad. Carmine, the driver, and the two close aides in the car only suffered minor injuries.

It looked quite embarrassing, but it was actually just some bumps and scrapes.

"Run them over."

Shimizu coldly said to the truck driver.

Carmine looked through the glass at the rapidly approaching truck, anxiously watching his men kick the car door with their feet.

"Clang~!"

A black Batmobile rushed out from the street intersection and rammed the side of Shimizu's truck with its body.

Fortunately, this was a truck, and a modified truck at that. If it were another car, it would probably have to stop after being hit by the Batmobile.

Even so, this car certainly couldn't repeatedly collide with the Batmobile, which Bruce Wayne had spent heavily on and built with Wayne Tech.

"You want to protect a criminal?"

Shimizu sneered, manipulating Black Gold to jump onto the roof of the Batmobile.

No mistake, one first, one hair, one inside, one capacity, one at a glance!

The pneumatic fist was firing at full power, punching down left and right.

The balance of the car body was disturbed, and the Batmobile couldn't help but deviate from its course, unable to collide with the truck again.

At this time, Carmine Falcone had escaped from the car, but was forced to hide behind the car and fight back by Aman, who was poking out of the car window and firing a burst from an automatic rifle, temporarily unable to escape.

"You are also a criminal."

Batman said in a low voice through a layer of glass shield.

Inside Black Gold, Shimizu frowned.

Wayne Tech was still heaven-defying after all. He had been smashing it for so long, but the glass shield hadn't broken yet.

But it was already covered with cracks and was not far from shattering.

"I'm not like him, dealing drugs, loan sharking, forcing women into prostitution. At least the people in my territory live better than the people in other gangs."

Shimizu said while smashing.

Under his deliberate restrictions, the shady activities of Hogg United were not as dark as those of Falcone and other gangs.

He was not a good person, he was a ninja with blood on his hands, he was a gang boss, he was a criminal, but he was sure that he was not scum.

Operating a gang was just a means for him to collect luck and strengthen himself.

In fact, just the current assets of Hogg United itself were enough to be self-sufficient.

This was thanks to the accountant. After all, he studied economics, and Hogg United's industry was developing very well.

It was also thanks to Shimizu taking a lot of money and materials from Two-Face. In the process of Hogg United's actual growth, there was no shortage of funds and weapons and equipment.

"But you are not qualified to judge him, to execute him, that is what the law and the prison should do."

Batman continued, looking at the [Separation Self-Destruct Program] displayed on the Batmobile's screen.

"If the law could cure him, if the prison could hold him, he wouldn't be here today! You know that! Batman! Your own appearance is the greatest mockery of the law!"

Shimizu finally smashed open the glass shield with one punch.

But immediately afterwards, the seat under Batman began to move backwards and rotate, the inside of the car body began to deform, and finally ejected Batman into the sky.

"Boom!"

The Batmobile exploded and self-destructed.

Shimizu noticed it one step ahead and jumped out of the car alertly.

Black Gold's pneumatic device also began to reverse and exert its power, flying into the sky.

Swallow and bat cloak spread out, gliding a certain distance in mid-air. Rotating gun barrels popped out from Black Gold's shoulders, constantly shooting at Batman, but were blocked by the bat cloak with its strong bulletproof ability.

However, at this moment, a Bat-fighter plane flew over from the air.

Batman stretched out his grappling hook and hooked onto the Bat-fighter plane, flying towards the sky, while Black Gold was unable to fly higher.

"Hmph! Sh*t-like Batman!"

Shimizu snorted coldly, manipulating the Swallow to do a one hundred and eighty degree turn in the air and return to the location where Carmine was.

At this time, the two sides were using each other's vehicles as cover, engaging in a gun battle. Carmine tried to escape many times, but never found a chance.

"Direction! Boss, I've already called for support! The others will be here soon!"

The driver held a pistol and said to Carmine, who was bleeding from his forehead, panting heavily.

"No… there's no chance."

Carmine stared blankly at the rearview mirror on the side of the car.

The tall and majestic black steel robot was putting away its black wings and landing not far from them, raising one arm and launching a small rocket.

"Boom!"

The sound of the explosion rang out, and the gunfire stopped.

A few seconds later, Carmine trembled and pushed away the corpse on his head, looked at his subordinates who died with grievances, and raised his head in despair.

"Your subordinates are quite loyal. They still want to protect you at this time, but unfortunately, they can only barely extend your life by a few seconds."

Black Gold took threatening steps towards Carmine, accompanied by Shimizu's words, and raised a steel foot, stomping down.

Carmine's head was instantly crushed, the red and white splattering everywhere, merging with the blood that flowed all over the ground.

"Boss!"

Aman carried an AK rifle and ran to Shimizu's side as if asking for credit.

"Good job, there will be a reward when we get back. By the way, come with me to settle the score with Harvey Dent!"

In the blood-stained Black Gold, Shimizu grinned.