Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Gotham City.

This is a dim hall.

The two sides of the hall are decorated with red oil candles.

The flickering orange light dispels some of the dimness, outlining an atmosphere between light and darkness in this room.

On a round table not far away, a beautiful girl lies, with a red cloth covering her chest to cover a large area of ​​snow-white, but her wide-open and dilated pupils and the faintly visible blood-red tooth marks on her neck confirm her identity.

"Slurp, it's so comfortable!"

In a few seats not far from the girl,

a man wearing a gentleman's hat, who looks like a chubby penguin from a distance, reaches out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The blood stains on the back of his hand flicker under the light,

and his bloated cheeks full of fat are pale, and the blood-red pupils prove that he has now gotten rid of his human identity and has become a vampire who thinks he is noble.

The Penguin, whose full name is Oswald Chesterfield Cobert, is one of the four major families in Gotham City, along with Gino's grandfather and Batman's family.

However, except for the Wayne family, which is full of talents, the other three families have more or less declined under the wear and tear of time.

He was playing with a uniquely shaped umbrella in his hand, and his eyes were dimly looking at a black-haired man in a suit in the corner who was meticulous: "I agree to the cooperation you mentioned."

After becoming a vampire again, the Penguin obviously felt that his body had become much stronger, and even his lame leg was healed under the effect of blood.

There were also hidden injuries left on his body when he fought with Batman. If he could do it, the Penguin would not only want to kill Batman, but also those bastards in the Justice League.

"Maybe you can't wait until you agree."

A very hoarse voice sounded, and the Penguin, who was originally sitting on the chair, jumped up at a speed that did not match his physique.

His body even had an instinctive reaction. The next second after hearing this voice, the Penguin knew what would happen.

The chubby guy raised the umbrella in his hand and pressed the handle against the windowsill.

Pah pah pah!

Three bullets whizzed out through the umbrella handle and pierced the glass.

According to Penguin's experience, Batman usually breaks in through the window and then fights in close combat.

"Dang dang dang ~"

Three crisp metal clanging sounds rang out, and the bat darts that passed through the darkness flickered under the candlelight.

The sharp blade with a cold light cut the Penguin's cheek, piercing the skin and causing him to wail.

"My face!"

Penguin covered his cheek, and the cut wound was like a burning cigarette, emitting white smoke.

"It's Mithril!"

The pupils of the vampire in the room widened, and his blood-red eyes allowed him to easily see through the scene in the dark.

He saw that the originally closed wooden door was smashed by an iron fist, and a tall figure walked into the house.

When the candlelight in the house shone on him, Batman, wearing bright silver armor and a bright silver cape behind him, stood there.

Penguin's eyes widened. This was a Batman costume he had never seen before.

Even the buttocks and chin that the other party usually liked to show were tightly wrapped under the mask.

The Demon Hunter Batman suit was made by Mr. Bruce of Wayne Group at a high price. In order to avoid being bitten by the vampires, it adopted a non-exposing skin design.

The black-haired vampire only felt cold hands and feet.

It was cold and trembling. What was the origin of this guy who was dressed like an iron can?

And he was covered with mithril, which also eliminated the possibility of close combat between the vampires and him.

How painful is it to be burned by mithril?

Just look at the Penguin who fell to the ground and wailed and curled up.

"Penguin." Batman said in his mellow and deep voice: "I didn't expect you to betray your human identity and become a pathetic dark creature." He glanced at Penguin under the mask: "To be honest, you disappoint me." Batman took two bat darts from his belt and looked at the vampire man not far away: "Time is tight and the mission is sorry, you have to die here." "Crash!" Like a night demon rushing in the dark night, the whistling figure extinguished the candle and plunged the whole room into darkness. And darkness is Batman's home court! With the sound of fighting and screaming, the house soon returned to silence again. "Solved." In the darkness, only the sound of the cloak waving can be heard. "Next, we have to hurry."

Listening to Batman's words, an old man in a magic robe walked out of the darkness. He raised his hand expressionlessly and outlined a portal: "The next location is the Dancer Bar."

The magician's face was full of unhappiness, but there was no way. Whether it was America or the other side of the ocean, it was a society of favors. They owed Kino a life, so they needed to help Kino work.

"Sorry."

"I'm so sorry."

In Metropolis, Clark sighed and tilted his head to avoid the bite of a vampire with one hand on the shoulder of a vampire.

"Smelly boy, are you crazy?"

An old man with a long beard stretched out his staff, and the flames ignited the body of a vampire, making it wailing and falling to the ground and turning into ashes.

The old wizard was a little breathless and covered his chest: "They are vampires, not people, they should be killed!"

"I know."

Clark was a little embarrassed, but when faced with those vampires who looked exactly like humans, he found that he really couldn't do anything.

"Okay, the last one is solved."

The old mage waved his staff and activated the magic to burn the last vampire to death, and immediately connected a space passage on the wall: "Let's go."

Metropolis, Justice League Hall.

Sitting on the golden throne, Jino looked at the man who almost bent his waist into the earth.

"You are saying that the vampire elder wants to negotiate a deal with me?"

Jino held his chin and looked at the vampire messenger who came to the Justice League hall not long ago and asked to see him with a playful expression.

"Of course, the great Mr. Keno!"

The envoy in charge of communication was obviously sweet-talking. With a flattering smile on his face, he said: "The vampires have no intention of becoming enemies of humans."

"The behavior of some vampires does not represent the behavior of all our vampires."

This vampire said sadly: "It's just some evil people with ulterior motives who are destroying our friendship with humans!"

This vampire kept chattering: "Our elders are kind-hearted, they even only drink animal blood to maintain their lives!"

"hehe."

Regarding this vampire's statement, Jino just smiled lightly. Anyone can say something nice, but the important thing is to see what he does.

Do some old monsters that have lived for hundreds of years really only make a living by sucking animal blood?

Is this a lie?

"Shut that mouth of yours," Jino raised his head slightly, and a great power swept through the vampire's body, making him kneel on the ground with a groan.

"Where are those old immortal guys? Take me there."