Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

Chapter 665: Gotham Purge

Above Gotham City, an aerospace aircraft carrier developed exclusively by Tang Group hovered at an altitude of 10,000 meters.
Inside the main control room, hundreds of soldiers were busy commanding their respective posts.

Tang Song stood in front of the string window in the office on the top floor of the aerospace aircraft carrier, looking at the brightly lit Gotham City below.

Rumbling sounds like fireworks exploding occurred one after another in Gotham City.

The sound of gunfire was as continuous as the sound of firecrackers during the New Year.

Gotham City, downtown, a T-shaped street intersection

Several vigilantes dressed in various styles are confronting a group of fully armed soldiers.

"What you are doing is illegal. What do you think of federal law?"

"Robin", driving a bat motorcycle, scolded the group of soldiers in front of him.

His hands were tightly gripping the handle of the chariot, as if he would activate the weapon system of the Batmobile at the next moment.

This Batmobile is equipped with not only the ordinary grappling hook launcher, but also a 40mm cannon and a 50-caliber modified machine gun on the front.

Of course, it wasn't their weapons that held these soldiers back.

After all, no matter how fancy the weapons are, they can't beat a request for artillery support.

However, the people in front of him were obviously the vigilantes who appeared in the news all year round and were active on the streets of Gotham City, Batman’s assistants and successors.

The soldiers also couldn't understand why these street vigilantes jumped out to stop them.

Superheroes are still quite prestigious in the DC universe, and even in the military camp, Batman has many fans.

The soldiers were afraid to act rashly, so they were stuck in a stalemate.

At this time, a flying machine came from a distance. Major General Rhodes, who had a boiled egg hair, coughed, looked at the group of street vigilantes who came to his door with dignity, and said in a bad tone:
"I don't care whether you are called Nightwing or Robin, we are now carrying out a federal military operation!
As for you, a bunch of violent people who dare not show their faces, I can have you arrested right now!"

“But you are totally slaughtering people!”

The man wearing a Batman cape and a similar suit spoke in a low voice, as if he was suppressing his anger.

The man standing in the Batmobile is named Dick Grayson.

He is Batman's adopted son and his assistant Robin.

Dick Grayson was originally an eight-year-old circus acrobat and the youngest member of a family of aerialists - the "Flying Graysons".

His parents were famous in the Gotham City circus and were the most watched aerialists in the area.

Because the local gangsters were refused protection money from the circus leader, they poured acid on the ropes used for aerial performances.

During the performance, the rope broke before Dick could jump on it, and John and Mary, unaware of the situation, fell to their deaths in front of Dick.

Dick, who became an orphan, was adopted by Bruce Wayne, the real Batman, who was a philanthropist and well-known business owner who was present at the time.

Bruce Wayne may have seen Dick's tragic experience and remembered his own past, so he adopted him.
But he unexpectedly discovered that Bruce's true identity was Gotham City's mysterious hero: Batman.

Bruce then taught him combat and investigation skills, and rigorous physical training.

Dick taught Wayne how to climb walls and roofs using ropes.

Dick, who was an acrobat, went into battle with almost no special training, and Batman's assistant, Robin, was born.

His adoptive father is dead, and Dick Grayson will never allow anyone to destroy the Gotham City that his adoptive father protected during his lifetime.

Not anyone!

Major General Rhodes took a step forward calmly and said in a deep voice:

"No, we are just cleaning Gotham City. Federal law states that when citizens' rights are threatened by violence, they have the right to defend themselves.

The same is true for the city. Gotham is already in a state of terminal illness. You can't save Gotham with your petty street fights!"

"But you are killing people. These gang members also have human rights. Even if they make mistakes, they should be tried by law, instead of slaughtering them at will like you do!" Dick Grayson angrily accused the soldiers of their actions.

Major General Rhodes looked at Dick Grayson and the vigilantes around him with a surprised look:

“Well, now I’m wondering if you and your masked accomplices are playing a trick of keeping the enemy at bay!

You send these gang members to jail to build up their reputation, and then when they are released on bail, they continue to commit murder, arson, and drug trafficking, and you arrest them again, and the cycle continues!
The only ones who suffer are the poor citizens of Gotham!"

Major General Rhodes' words fell into the ears of some residents who were hiding behind windows in the buildings on both sides of the street and secretly observing the scene.

The way they looked at these "Robins" changed instantly.

Thinking, sudden realization, doubt, anger...

So, we are part of your play with those gangsters.
A series of seemingly tangible gazes fell on these vigilantes.

"Nonsense!"

Hearing the contemptuous discussions coming from all around them, the vigilantes blushed instantly.

A man wearing an eye mask and dark red armor was so angry that he pulled out the samurai sword from behind.

Wow!
The surrounding soldiers saw this and did not tolerate him. They aimed their guns at them.

It seemed that a battle was about to break out.

Dick Grayson stepped forward, grasped his companion's hand, and pressed his katana back.

"General, we just want those gang members to face the law! But your soldiers are murdering people! You, you are slaughtering people openly in Gotham City!"

"We are also following orders. This is an order from the Ministry of Defense. If you have any objections, you can call the Pentagon directly to complain!"

Under the angry gazes of several vigilantes, Major General Rhodes took out a document from his arms and gently waved it in front of them.

"Captain, tell me what your mission is?"

Without waiting for the people opposite to see clearly, Major General Rhodes put the document away and looked at the officer behind him with cold eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the federal captain saluted:

"Sir, we have received an order to clear out the gangsters in the two streets ahead!

Anyone who encounters resistance will be shot!"

"Then what are you waiting for!" Major General Rhodes blew his beard and glared, "Are you waiting for dawn?"

"Guarantee to complete the mission!" The captain shuddered and saluted.

The captain looked at the vigilantes who were blocking the road with an extremely unfriendly look. He shouted in a low voice,

"Gentlemen, I don't care what your reasons are,
If you dare to block us again, I will regard you as the enemy. Everyone, keep moving forward. Anyone who dares to block us will be free to open fire!"

Wow…

Looking at the soldiers rushing towards them like a tide, the Robins all looked tense.

They are superheroes, yes, but they are not Superman.

They are good at fighting ordinary street criminals, and they can challenge established armies, and regular federal troops at that.

This is a bit beyond their capabilities.

Buzz!
The searchlights of two armed helicopters overhead were turned on, illuminating the area around the vigilantes.

The helicopter's ground-to-ground firepower was fully opened, and the helicopter pilot stared closely at the onboard light screen in front of him. Once the enemy below made any unusual movements, he would give the order to open fire without hesitation.

……

Seeing the soldiers surrounding him, Dick Grayson glanced at his "brothers" behind him.

"You guys leave here first, I'll stop them!"

"You go if you want to, Nightwing. Now that he's dead, I'll protect Gotham!"

Robin, who was wearing red armor and a dark green eye mask, put his hand on his waist.

There is a communicator there. Once he presses it, all the assassins of the League of Assassins in Gotham City will receive the message and come to help him.

This communicator was a gift from his grandfather, Lei Xiaogu, the ninja master of the Assassin's League.

His name is Damian Wayne. His father is Batman Bruce Wayne and his mother is the daughter of Master Ninja, the leader of the League of Assassins.

Damian Wayne, the head of two families, has fought against Batman many times.

Stubborn, willful, arrogant,

As the leader of the notorious League of Assassins, Bruce Wayne and Talia al Ghul's son,
Damian was trained by his mother in the ways of the League of Assassins.

He has many shortcomings, but since he met Bruce Wayne,
He chose to stand by his father time and time again, and even ruined his grandfather's plans many times.

If it weren't for the blood relationship, the fifth generation Robin would have died by the assassination of the ninjas of the Assassin's League long ago.

Just as Damir Wayne was about to press the communicator on his waist, a dark hand suddenly stretched out from his shadow and grabbed his hand.

"Oh, His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven!"

The pilot of the armed helicopter clearly saw this strange scene. Fortunately, he did not turn on the manual fire control mode of the aircraft, otherwise his hand would have shaken and the air-to-ground missile on the aircraft would have been directly fired.

Damir Wade felt a hand suddenly holding his hand, and he almost jumped up like a frightened cat.

He has been with his mother since he was a child and has undergone rigorous ninja assassin training.

His five senses were extremely sharp, and other than his grandfather, the ninja master Lei Xiaogu, he had never been touched by anyone without noticing.

laugh!
Damir shook his wrist, and a hidden blade flew from his forearm to his palm. He waved his hand and stabbed behind him.

A figure that looked like a shadow or composed of countless tiny particles of black dust flipped over nimbly, dodged Damir's hidden blade, and jumped more than ten meters away.

"Relax, kids, I mean no harm!"

There was a flash of light and shadow outside the shadow body, revealing a graceful figure wearing a black leather jacket.

"Catwoman!" "Aunt Selina!"

.........

Catwoman glanced at Damir Wayne, then her eyes fell on Nightwing:
"Take your brothers and leave here. The situation here is no longer under your control!"

"No! Catwoman, this is Gotham, I have to protect this city for him!"

Damir Wayne looked at Catwoman stubbornly.

Dick Grayson spread his hands and smiled bitterly.
"Aunt Selina, you know, Gotham is behind us. He entrusted Gotham to us, and we cannot let him down."

Catwoman sighed, walked up to Dick Grayson, took out her communicator and dialed a number in front of everyone.

"Let him tell you himself!"

After a few seconds, the communicator was connected, and a voice that made all the Robins lose their guard was heard:

"Dick! Take them back, I'll take care of the rest!"

That familiar voice made Dick Grayson unable to hold back, and tears rolled down his cheeks from the corners of his eyes.

"Is that you? Where are you? I miss you so much!"

Except for the low breathing, there was no other sound from the other side for a long time.

"It's me, I'm fine. I'll deal with the rest after I'm done! Don't worry about Gotham's affairs, take them back to the manor!"

After saying this, the person on the other end of the communicator hung up.

"is it him?"

Several Robins surrounded Dick Grayson, each with an expectant look in their eyes, looking like puppies waiting to be fed.

Damir Wayne, who was always proud, didn't even notice that his voice was trembling.

"Let's go! Let's get out of here first and go back to the manor!"

Dick Grayson glanced at these "brothers", nodded to Catwoman, and planned to take them away.

"Wait, what do you think this place is? If you want to leave, just leave!"

Major General Rhodes said impatiently: "You guys have wasted so much of my time. Now I charge you with obstructing military operations. Please go back and investigate!

Captain, arrest them!"

Wow…

As soon as Major General Rhodes finished speaking, the originally tense atmosphere reached its peak.

The soldiers pointed their guns at the Robins.

These Robins also became alert.

Two cool Batmobiles opened wide, revealing two black gun muzzles, which were vaguely aimed at the surrounding soldiers.

In the dark night sky, a bat fighter hidden in the darkness quietly approached two armed helicopters.

"Don't move! If you come any closer I'll shoot!"

Beside Major General Rhodes, several soldiers saw the catwoman walking towards them with cat steps and pointed their guns at her vigilantly.

"General, someone wants to speak to you!"

Catwoman smiled slightly and tapped her wrist casually, and a small light screen lit up on his communicator.

In the light curtain, a sturdy man wearing the uniform of a federal general appeared in the light curtain. He shouted impatiently,
"What the hell! Huh? You want me to intervene in such a small matter?

Ah, Major General Rhodes, huh? Tell your men to disperse and continue the cleanup mission.

Before dawn, make sure all the gangs in Gotham are wiped out. If you keep wasting your energy on these birdmen, you can just go guard the lighthouse!"

The sturdy man looked around at all the soldiers with a stern gaze, and these soldiers took a step back in fear.

The federal admiral roared,
"What are you still standing there for? Go do what you need to do!

The company, bah, the federation spends a lot of real money every year to support you bunch of trash, not to let you play house here with these little brats!

If you are not satisfied with your easy life now,
I will transfer all of you to outer space to open up new land tomorrow!"

Major General Rhodes saluted the admiral in the light curtain with a green face.
Following his order, all the soldiers rushed into the street like a tide, bypassing several street vigilantes.

Dick Grayson opened his mouth but didn't say anything in the end. He nodded at Catwoman and left the street with several of his family members.

Catwoman stood in the shadows, watching the soldiers follow the map and pull the gang members out of the house one by one.

Some gang members with serious crimes were directly ordered to kneel on the ground with their hands on their heads.

clap clap clap...

The crisp sound of gunfire was heard continuously, and for a moment the whole Gotham City seemed to be setting off firecrackers.

Catwoman was filled with emotion watching this scene. This is the power of power!
Catwoman was no stranger to the admiral, as he used to be the security captain of the Tang Group.

Now he has transformed himself into the commander in charge of the Federation's Pan-Pacific region, and his power ranks among the top ten in the federal military.

Catwoman has a subtle premonition that this time the gang problem that has troubled Bruce for hundreds of years can really be solved completely.

"Nothing can be solved by killing people!"

Catwoman turned on her communicator. On the other end of the communicator, the figure hidden in the darkness was also using a computer to watch this massacre-like anti-terrorism exercise in real time through the background of cameras in various parts of Gotham City.

The blood dyed the streets of Gotham City red. The gang members who fell down one after another and died with their eyes open made his usually calm face look solemn and his brows twitched.

Catwoman flashed and appeared in the shadow of the rooftop of a tall building as if she had teleported. She leaned over the railing on the rooftop and looked at the execution grounds below.

"I think after this lesson, the gangs in Gotham City will be much more honest!"

The shadow in the light curtain retorted in a deep voice: "Even if they kill all the gangs, the territory left behind by these gangs is like a piece of rotten beef, which will always attract a steady stream of flies!"

"In the face of interests, the conflicts among these new-age gangs will become more intense, and Gotham City will become more chaotic!"

"Then just kill them a few more times until they are scared!" Catwoman sneered.

Her words startled Bruce Wayne, and he subconsciously walked out of the darkness:

"That's not something you would say, Selina! I don't know you to be that cruel. What do you think of human life?"

Catwoman stretched, revealing her graceful figure under her black leather coat: "Bruce, I've just seen a lot of things. People always fear power instead of virtue!
You have dedicated your life to Gotham, but under the protection of you, the Dark Knight, Gotham is still a mess!
Those gangsters are not afraid of you, they know you won't kill them, and even if they are caught by you, at most they will be put in jail!

Bruce, what the general just said is right, Gotham seems like your playground, you and these criminals are playing a cat and mouse game in this city!"

Bruce Wayne was not moved by Catwoman's misunderstanding. His mind had long been tempered to be fearless of any hardships.

"No one has the right to arbitrarily decide the life and death of others, not even God!"

Bruce Wayne sighed: "Selina, I can't put myself above the law, it will get out of control!
When a person gets used to being superior and dominating the fate of others, he will also lose himself!
Even if these criminals have committed crimes, they should be punished by law instead of being subjected to violence!"

Catwoman looked at Bruce Wayne with strange eyes: "But these soldiers followed the orders of the Federal Department of Defense. From a legal perspective, everything they did was legal, including shooting these criminals!"

Bruce Wayne was also somewhat silent after hearing what Catwoman said. After a long while, he said in a deep voice:

"Selina, you and I both know that this is not the law, but the will of the dictator! This is wrong!"

Catwoman sneered, "No, it's just like you faked your death.

Come on, Bruce, laws are made by men,

You see Gotham as everything, and sometimes I feel more and more that you are no longer a person, but a god, a deity named Batman.

You have tied yourself to Gotham, and you see Gotham as your lair!"

Bruce Wayne frowned, he understood that Catwoman was angry about his deception.

But he took great pains to infiltrate the Illuminati on behalf of the Ninja Master in order to find out their conspiracy and save the earth.

Bruce Wayne raised his hand and then put it down.

Catwoman looked at him, hesitating to speak, and sighed in her heart: "Okay, you don't have to say anything. I have done what you asked me to do. Your Robins are safe now. I am going to the banquet now!"

.........

"Clap clap clap..."

Tonight, the sound of gunfire in Gotham City is louder than the firecrackers during the New Year in the Eastern country.

Countless gangsters died in random gunfire. Some of them were shot to death for resisting, while others were executed.

Facts have proved that the army is the real violence machine. In front of an organized army, no matter how ferocious the gangsters are, they are just a group of babies who have not yet been weaned and have no power to resist at all.

That’s right, the Federation does not ban guns, and Gotham City’s gangs are well-equipped. Some gangs’ equipment is even more advanced than that of ordinary armies.

However, they only have a few sets of this equipment. When faced with such a tough nut to crack, these federal soldiers will not be stupid enough to fight head-on. Instead, they will directly follow the old tradition and call for fire support.

The dense firepower of armed helicopters, fighter jets, and even the aircraft cannons on the aerospace carrier is enough to defeat all the resistance of the Gotham City gangs.

These soldiers are not afraid of arresting or killing the wrong people, because the Tang Group's artificial intelligence had secretly left a backdoor in Bruce Wayne's computer a long time ago.

The large computer mainframe in the Batcave stores detailed information on all criminal organizations, big and small, in Gotham City.

The personnel list, the distribution of nests, and even their guard situation and weapon configuration...

With the list in hand, the soldiers followed the map and carried out a thorough cleanup of the entire Gotham.

Even Bruce Wayne has no idea how many gangsters there are in Gotham. After all, gangsters are like weeds; once you cut them, they grow back quickly.

But tonight, at least 8,000 gangsters were killed and shot in Gotham City...

On the aerospace aircraft carrier, wherever Tang Song looked, he could hear the sound of firecrackers indicating executions.

After consuming a large number of souls and resentments, the maze under Gotham City slowly formed a space-time rift deep in the maze!