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Countless thick tentacles drilled out from the ground, covering the whole city, like a forest made of flesh and blood.

Each of them is several meters thick and tens of meters high, squirming on the ground like a giant python without a head. Once it gets close to a bomb disguised as an ordinary car, it will be thrown in the air like a toy, and then will be bare The end of the tentacles suddenly split into a huge mouth, swallowing the car bomb completely.

"What the hell is this?!"

Several of the clown's soldiers fired hysterically at the tentacles - the bullets couldn't penetrate the hard skin outside the tentacles at all, and they soon became the object of the opponent's belly.

"Don't make a sound, don't make a sound... They don't seem to have eyes, maybe using sound or vibration to identify prey."

Other soldiers sat cautiously in the car, not even moving, and even lost the courage to breathe.

Outside the car door, a tentacle was creeping slowly, rubbing against the vehicle, causing the bomb-filled vehicle to shake violently.

And just when these soldiers thought they had escaped the catastrophe, the tentacle skin outside the window began to slowly change - a huge purple eyeball appeared on the tentacle.

"Ah ah ah ah ah......"

They had just let out hysterical screams, but soon they all disappeared, leaving only an eerie silence.

In an instant, almost all the car bombs scattered all over the city were swallowed up by the tentacles summoned by Ye Du.

"The bomb crisis is over, go and rescue the wounded."

Ye Du turned to Gordon and said.

"OK, all right."

Gordon couldn't help gulping. Although Ye Du successfully resolved the crisis created by the clown, he couldn't accept the terrifying power he just showed. After a few seconds, he recovered.

"Others come with me!"

Gordon immediately rushed out of the police station with his subordinates.

And Ye Du opened the system's private chat interface:

"Bruce, has the matter on the TV station been resolved?"

. . . . . .

on TV.

More than twenty heavily armed soldiers were leaning against the windows, staring at what was happening outside, their hearts beating like a time bomb about to explode.

"What exactly is that?"

Even with the masks on, others can feel the fear radiating from these extrajudicial fanatics.

At this moment, countless black objects flew out of the window, shattered the glass, and hit some soldiers—the moment they touched these soldiers, they released a high-voltage electric current, which stunned them.

The rest of the people hurriedly gathered together, back to back, without revealing any gaps.

They carefully observed what the black object that knocked down their companions was.

Dart, shaped like a dark bat.

"Here he is! Batman! Attention all!"

These vicious mercenaries immediately became vigilant.

Suddenly, the ceiling above their heads suddenly exploded, a black figure fell from it, and the huge impact knocked their formation apart.

Batman.

His powerful fists easily knocked out the soldiers closest to him. One soldier took out a dagger and stabbed at him, but Batman easily dodged the opponent's attack, and then twisted the soldier's arm, a He fell over his shoulder and fell heavily on the ground, knocking the floor out of cracks.

Someone behind him was preparing to attack, but Batman had already caught the presence of the opponent, leaned down and rotated, knocked the person behind him to the ground with his legs, and then hit the opponent in the ribs with his elbow.

The remaining soldiers took out their rifles and fired at Batman. The latter immediately stood up, turned around, and blocked his cloak in front of him, blocking all the incoming bullets.

The cloak supported by a special fiber material is as hard as steel.

"What's the matter?! Is this guy invulnerable?"

Before the soldiers could recover, Batman rolled over and came to them. His fists were fast and powerful, directly breaking the firearms in their hands, twisting their hand joints, and then smashing them towards them. Soldier's chin.

In less than a minute, Batman had subdued all the soldiers.

"You are all right."

Because of the shapeshifter and his deliberately low voice, Batman's words sounded so thick and deep that no one would equate him with daytime playboy Bruce Wayne.

After hearing Batman's words, the hostages in the TV station fled.

At this time, Batman happened to receive a private message from Ye Du.

"Bruce, has the matter on the TV station been resolved?"

"It's all settled."

Batman replied,

"What about Gordon and the police?"

"Gordon and the others are fine, and the rescue operation has already begun."

Ye Du replied.

"Mr. Ye Du, have you found the clown's location?"

Batman asked, then tapped his left wrist with his right hand, and a microcomputer popped up, listing various data.

"The fact that he was able to make so many car bombs and the fact that the police didn't get many reports of stolen vehicles suggests that Joker is in a place where he can use cars at will, and combined with the shabby appearance of these vehicles, he should be in a junkyard. "

"No, he won't be there."

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