Start with Batman

"The chief is shot, the chief is shot!"

With a gunshot, the Fourth Division fell into chaos in an instant. The sheriff George, holding the gun, laughed. Everyone saw him move his arm and start to turn the gun, but before he could see who the next locked target was, the light was buzzing again just a few seconds after recovery. The sound went out.

The next time it lit up, it was the flame of the gun.

The muzzle fireworks were fleeting, illuminating the grinning face of the sheriff like a flash in the pan. Another sheriff is shot, and the precinct is plunged into darkness again.

The sheriffs were in a mess. Someone pulled out a gun and pointed it at the darkness, but didn't know where to aim. They couldn't aim in the dark, but George seemed to know where each of them was, as if the darkness didn't hinder him in the slightest.

The crazy laughter seemed to be overwhelming, it sounded like the stereo surround sound in the theater, and it was completely impossible to tell which direction it was coming from.

Someone took out his mobile phone and tried to unlock the flashlight, but just as the fluorescent screen turned on, the muzzle fire illuminated the darkness again. The bullet pierced through the sheriff's body, and the fluorescent phone screen was splattered with blood, and the screen was cracked.

"over there!"

Someone yelled and pulled the trigger in the direction of the gunfire. But the only response to him was a scream from the other vigilantes, which seemed to hit a friendly soldier.

But the laughter became more rampant: "Ha, good marksmanship! I guess it was Lao Li who fired the shot? I don't have your shot..."

"God I didn't mean to...uhhh!"

This time it was not the sound of gunfire, but the sound of sharp weapons tearing flesh. The voice of the security officer named Lao Li stopped abruptly in the darkness, replaced by a series of horrifying laughter.

Then there was the sound of someone falling on the floor.

The series of screams before Lao Li fell down echoed in everyone's heart like a curse. More than half of the people were terrified, and all this was unreal like a nightmare.

No one ever imagined that they would encounter such a thing in the Sheriff's Department. In the blink of an eye, this small police station seemed to become a cage for each of them, and they were locked together with the most brutal and terrifying monsters.

What people fear most is the unknown, and this is precisely the truest portrayal of the current scene. Darkness is the best breeding ground for fear. The **** of death is everywhere, passing by one's side again and again, and people around one fall down one after another. Each time, the survivors are pushed one step closer to the quagmire of fear.

That is something more frightening than death. They were forced to stare into the abyss of despair, like a demon devouring everyone's spirit with impunity, and everyone was pushed to the edge of the dividing line between reason and madness.

And it was only a matter of time before someone was pushed across that line.

"Go to hell!"

Inspecting Sheriff Richard fired in Brenda's direction. The muzzle flash briefly illuminated the space again, and George was nowhere to be seen, but the stray bullet grazed the cheek of one of his colleagues, causing another scream.

"Stop, inspector!" someone called him. "You're going to hit one of your own!"

But as if he hadn't heard of it, he turned his head and fired again, cursing vaguely at the same time: "Do you think Laozi is afraid of you? Come on! Laozi is here, let the horse come!"

The laughter still didn't stop, as if mocking him.

Someone hit his gun and let out a groan, but Richard still didn't stop. He turned his head and fired in every direction he thought the enemy was, as if he didn't care about accidental injury at all.

"Damn it, labor management told you to stop!"

Another sheriff couldn't hold back anymore, raised his gun and fired in the direction of the inspector. Inspector Richard was shot in the middle and fell to the side with a look of disbelief on his face.

The laughter became more violent, as if he was laughing at something extremely interesting.

The irony is that the sheriffs of the same precinct, colleagues who work together day and night, point their guns at each other when facing a common enemy.

George laughed heartily in the dark, but smiled as if suddenly aware of something. When he turned his head, he saw a black bat that was a full head taller than him had silently appeared beside him, so close that he could theoretically even hear each other's breathing.

He immediately raised his arm without thinking at that moment, almost at the same moment the sharp bat dart had already struck. The sharp blade cut through the flesh of his arm, and even brought out flying bone residue when it was cut.

George flew back and smiled strangely at the same time: "Ha, it's you..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already eaten Batman, and his body flew backwards, smashing a desk into two pieces.

The reason why Chu Cheng switched to Batman was because he considered that Batman was the fastest moving among all his current heroes.

The gliding cloak and the claw gun are already quite fast, but he didn't fly here by himself today.

This time he drove the Batmobile.

Needless to say, the performance of the Batmobile, even the racing car has to stand aside when the horsepower is fully turned on. When the jet propulsion is turned on, it can even fly on the roof and walk on the wall. Batman's classic origin work of the Batman Trilogy "Batman: Shadow of the Shadows" has a ruthless C on the Batmobile, and the entire Gotham Police Department was shown off by its flying around on the roof. face.

It was by relying on the Batmobile that Chu Cheng was able to let Batman fly across the block to the scene in such a short period of time.

As soon as George fell to the ground, he immediately raised his gun, and the flame from the muzzle briefly lit up the space again. But the direction he was pointing his gun at was already empty.

When he stood up, Batman was behind him again, grabbing his arm. But George laughed strangely, twisted his arm indifferently, and pointed his gun at Batman's head.

Batman dodged the gunshot with his head sideways, grabbed his arm and raised his knee, knocked the pistol away, and then twisted off the arm holding the gun.

But the infected person does not feel pain, so he raised his leg and tried to kick in this direction. But Batman broke his leg bone with a truncated kick, and then kicked George's chest in a chain without landing. George felt a tightness in his chest, and flew out after eating a strong force. When he landed, the nearby sheriffs avoided him.

He hasn't given up yet. He continued to laugh weirdly, crawling up with his mutilated body, as if he still wanted to attack. But before he could stand up, Batman raised his hand and threw a gel bomb, which exploded at his feet. A large amount of gel swelled rapidly after contacting the air, and in a short moment, he was molded into a statue.

He finally stopped.