Traversed 99 Worlds at the Same Time

Henry Duca!

It doesn't matter what the ninja master's current name or real name is, he has many identities, and his name is just a code name for him, as long as he is the leader of the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

The Shadow Warrior Alliance has been passed down for a long time, and it has survived for hundreds of years. The significance of its existence is to fight against the Ministry...ahem, to maintain the order and justice of the world, and to eliminate corruption and corruption.

Gotham is the breeding ground of crime. Through the high crime rate, it can attract a large number of scum and villains every year, and use it to stimulate the tourism industry, promote sustainable economic development, and achieve a healthy and sound criminal industry cycle chain.

Gotham City's crime families, secret organizations and gangs are intricately intertwined, and parasites generally suck the blood of the city and push it into the abyss step by step. The inaction of the government, the incompetence of the police, and the insensitivity of the people all make the city look hopeless.

In Duka's eyes, Gotham is a malignant tumor of the disease, and it should be removed as soon as possible before the cancer cells spread wildly. You can't say that Duka's thinking is wrong, he just has a hole in his brain, and in the world of martial arts, he is a martial arts wizard with a sky spirit cap flying out of his head.

Although Duka's thinking is extreme and he likes to go to extremes in his work, his skills are indeed extraordinary and have reached the limit of ordinary people. The shadow fighters trained by him are omnipotent in lurking and assassination, and they are all masters of one against ten.

Arkham is a psychiatric hospital, at best it can be regarded as a heavily guarded prison, and hidden warriors can sneak in without any effort at all. These executioners, who have been active in the dark all year round, are like real shadows, and their tactical execution ability is as precise as a scalpel, dismembering the enemy layer by layer, and the final blow is fatal.

Without anyone noticing, they had firmly controlled Arkham, at least... on the surface.

Occupying Arkham, the shadow in Duka's heart receded a lot, and he felt that his previous worries were too much. Instruct his subordinates to carry out the mission according to the plan, pour the hallucinogenic poison into the tap water pipes of Gotham, and he will kill the collaborator of this plan-the scarecrow!

'Scarecrow' Klein, the director of the Arkham Asylum. He is a psychiatrist, a part-time doctoral supervisor, and often gives lectures at Gotham University.

As an outstanding psychiatrist, Klein is a psychopath himself, and his madness and paranoia to retaliate against the society stems from the tragic experience in his student days. Klein is one of the victims of campus violence in the United States. Because he is tall and thin, with slender hands and feet, he plays the role of a punching bag in school, and because he is so weak that he is as soft as a noodle when he is repeatedly bullied, his classmates kindly give him Played a nickname 'scarecrow'.

That year's 18th alma mater prom~

Stand like a minion~~

At that time, Klein swears in tears~~

You must see him~~~

All in all, an inspiring story!

Now Klein has a successful career and is well-known in the academic world. He is the dean of Arkham, and he is the focus of attention every time he returns to school. Gotham celebrity Klein, dressed in the most flashy clothes, was very emotional. Some people would not forget to put their hands in their pockets when they took pictures.

It's just that he lost contact recently and hasn't shown up in Arkham for many days. It is said that he is traveling abroad. Before leaving, he ordered Miss Quizell to take full charge of the work of the hospital until he came back.

People lamented that carrying a murder weapon is indeed invincible. Quizell was an intern doctor half a year ago, but ended up on Klein's lap, and was promoted like a rocket to become the head of the hospital.

Duka didn't know about the above, he only knew that he communicated with Klein normally every day, the plan went smoothly, and a batch was secured. Now that his goal has been achieved, Klein is useless, and it's time to send Klein to see God.

At the door of the dean's room, Duka straightened his bow tie, took a breath and wiped his hair, and then opened the door energetically.

"Klay..." As soon as he opened the door, Duka was stunned. The scene in the office made him dumbfounded.

Quizell was dressed in a nurse's dress on Duke's lap, with his hands wrapped around his neck, and white silk was still wrapped around his long straight legs. The nurse's uniform is the kind with slits on the skirt, the slits are so high that they almost creak.

The scene was a little embarrassing, Duke coughed lightly, pushed Quizel off his body, and picked up a tissue to wipe off the red lip marks on his face.

"Who are you? Where is Klein?" Duka asked with a straight face.

"I'm Duke, the acting dean of Arkham. You can call me Dean Du. Mr. Klein is on a long vacation, and he's not sure when he'll be back. You can tell me anything." Duke is not in a hurry. Slowly opened the drawer, put on the gold-rimmed glasses, he looked like a dog, and he looked like a dean.

Of course, he looked more like the dean when Quetzel was sitting on his lap!

"Nonsense. I talked to Klein on the phone before I came here. He said he would wait for me in the dean's office." Duka was puzzled, thinking that Klein had seen through his intention of killing donkeys, so he found a savvy A scapegoat for an office scandal.

"This is impossible, Klein is not in the service area at all!" Duke shook his head in denial.

Duka squinted his eyes, labeled Duke and Quizell as mortal, and took out his mobile phone from his arms. As a result, he just dialed Klein's number, and the office remembered a crisp and pleasant ringtone.

"Gourd baby, gourd baby, I lost three at birth! The wind and rain, and I lost three, and I was left~~~ Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang, no more~~~ Ding Dang Dang Dang Dang, I was arrested ~~~"

Duke glanced at Duka apologetically, then connected the phone, cleared his throat and said, "Hi, I'm Klein, Master Ninja, have you arrived yet?"

A voice belonging to Klein rang from the phone. Duka cut off the phone with a cold face, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Where is Klein?"

It was the same as the previous question, but the tone was completely different. The naked murderous intent was undisguised, and the ninja master's anger reached the limit.

"Didn't I say it? I'm the acting dean of Arkham!" Duke put down his phone as he spoke, and pointed to the nameplate on his chest. The English words 'Dean' written in gold lacquer shook people's eyes. open your eyes.

Just as he was talking, Duke took out the remote control and turned on the monitoring TV in the dean's room. In the picture, more than a dozen shadow dancers were pouring green liquid into the water pipe.

Duka's face was filled with anger immediately, and an uncontrollable murderous intent burst out of his eyes. He knew that he had been tricked. From the beginning, there was no Klein, and it was all Duke's conspiracy.

"Tell your people not to do useless work. Those hallucinogenic drugs are apple-flavored Fanta. If they fall down again, the citizens should complain about the waterworks. They are all poor people who earn money to support their families, so why make things difficult for them! "Duke added lightly.

"You! Damn! Die!!" Duka's accumulated anger erupted like a volcano. After gritting his teeth and saying this, he jumped towards Duke and secretly vowed to tear him to pieces.

Duke crossed his legs, folded his hands on his knees, and leaned back on the boss chair calmly. Without him doing anything, Quizel, who was wearing a nurse uniform beside him, rushed out like a sharp sword.

boom!

Duka only felt a blur in front of his eyes, his chest was hit by a heavy object, he was short of breath, his whole body seemed to be hit by a speeding car, and he flew upside down and fell out of the door of the dean's room.

Duka, who was lying on the ground, barely held his breath, clutched his chest and struggled twice, but didn't get up in a daze. The ground of the hospital was very cold, but Duka's heart was even colder, because he was beaten away without seeing anything clearly.

There is no way to fight back!

With a bright smile, Quizel walked out of the dean's room with elegant catwalks on slender high heels. The slender waist that can't be grasped is shaken and twisted, and the white silk, chopstick legs, and high-heeled shoes are very eye-catching, directly brushing out the achievements of the year.

Duka gasped, resisted the pain and got up, and ran wildly without turning his head. On the way of fleeing in embarrassment, he didn't forget to call his subordinates to retreat. When he rushed to the entrance of the hospital, Duka had already gathered hundreds of shadow warriors. There were so many people, he was slightly relieved.

At this moment, the sound of the roaring engine roared, accompanied by the screeching of brakes, the Batmobile blocked the hospital gate. The car door was pushed open, Batman ignored the many shadow fighters, locked on Duka with sharp eyes, and said coldly: "Long time no see, Mr. Duka! Or, I should call you Master Ninja!"

"Bruce, you know everything?" Duka said in surprise. He used the identity of the spokesperson of the ninja master when he was teaching Batman.

"Your disguise is not perfect. When I got that black letter, I figured everything out." Batman replied. The potion not only strengthened his physical fitness, but also made his mind more flexible. The doubts buried in his heart before can now be understood as soon as he thinks about it.

To put it bluntly, Batman has gotten smarter.

"Get rid of him, let's get out of here!" Duka ordered the people around him. Arkham made him extremely insecure, and he didn't want to stay for a second.

The shadow warriors drew out their long knives and rushed forward, and the air was filled with a tragic and murderous atmosphere.

Surrounded by powerful enemies, there were hundreds of people, Batman's face remained unchanged, he raised his hips and strode forward, the windows of the Batmobile fell automatically, and the exciting BGM sounded.

I'm Bruce Wayne, and I'm Batman from Gotham City. Now I'm facing 100 shadow fighters. They're all experts at the level of cold weapon proficiency. It used to be very difficult for me to fight five at a time. But now... There is no wave in my heart, and I even want to laugh a little.

All this is because I'm so hung up now, I'm even afraid of myself when I go crazy!