Marvel's Dark Knight

Every pattern on the pitch-black bat mask in front of him seems to be telling the fear coming from deep within the human heart.

Spider-Man lowered his hand helplessly.

The black guy didn't want to continue like this, he nodded repeatedly.

Who made the masked freak in front of him completely indifferent to the damage he caused.

"Pick up address?"

"I only know that the goods came from Hell's Kitchen, and the location of each transaction is notified by them shortly."

"Time to pick up the goods?"

"Take it in two days, and I'll take it tomorrow." Even though the black guy still had blood in his mouth, he still didn't dare to explain clearly to Wayne.

"Where do you keep your cash?"

"My safe at home, the password is *****, and the address is 303 on the third floor of the apartment building two stops away."

Letting go of his hand, the black guy slowly slid down the wall.

Watching Wayne turn around, the black guy may have felt that he had escaped. Just as he was about to take a breath, Wayne, who had already turned around, turned around and hit him with an elbow without any warning.

Hit the black guy in the face.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the flying teeth could even be seen with the help of light.

After doing all this, Wayne just took out the cash from that black guy indifferently and stuffed it into his pocket.There was also a car key, which was also accepted by Wayne.

"Are you really a die-hard fan of Batman? Why do I think you are more like the Punisher?" Looking at what Wayne is doing now, Spider-Man really can't see Batman's style at all. .

The man on the ground, Spider-Man, has been checked. At least that guy has a severe concussion. If it is more serious, he may be in a vegetable state.

As for the black guy who was directly elbowed by Wayne, Spiderman can guarantee that that guy is definitely a vegetable.

Without timely treatment, Spider-Man would have no way of knowing whether the black guy would survive.

Didn't you see that the back of the black guy's head has started to ooze blood?

But now the Thomas in Wayne's mind has some complaints about what Wayne has done.

Instead of condemning Wayne's behavior and saying that he was too harsh, he felt that Wayne's behavior was a bit too light.

If Thomas were to take action against this kind of social pleasure, Thomas could guarantee that neither of these two people would survive.

All have to go to hell and report to Satan.

"I think you're a little too gentle." Thomas spoke to Wayne in a tone of hatred.

"Forgive me, I can't take someone's life directly, and I can't do it without any psychological burden." Wayne dealt with Thomas flatly, "This is already the most harm I can do."

Thomas couldn't say anything about Wayne's words.

He also knew that it would be difficult for Wayne to be like him directly.

Without speaking again, Thomas retreated back into his cell.

Wayne had already walked towards the parking lot not far away with the car keys, pressed the unlock button, and a Ford pickup lighted up.

"It's a nice car, I like it." Spiderman's annoying voice sounded again.

Chapter 4 Selling Spider-Man Tactics

(for collection)

Wayne ignored the middle-aged Spider-Man. When he opened the door and got in, a red and blue figure sat in the passenger seat quite naturally.

"Can I say that you are stealing a car? Of course, it is very likely that the kid earned this car by selling medicine powder, but no matter what, it is still a kind of theft." Spider-Man sat down, his mouth twitched. It has stopped.

"Of course, I won't send you to the police station, otherwise I think both of us might be arrested." Spider-Man said with dancing, "You're a car thief, and I'm a spider in poor quality clothes." A homeless man in a suit.”

Wayne really had nothing to say about Spider-Man's familiar behavior.

I can only hope that the look in my eyes can make this Spiderman understand that I don't like him following him very much.

"Hey, don't show that kind of disapproving look, okay? I think you need an assistant, just like Robin." Speaking of which, Spider-Man made a very dangerous one with his big eyes. eyes.

Deliberately used to imitate the rather dangerous eyes of the Bat-family.

Seeing the disapproving eyes from Wayne, Spider-Man could only restore his eyes: "Think about it, I definitely have more advantages than disadvantages."

Spider-Man flexes his biceps to show that he's definitely a helper.

"Robin doesn't talk as much as you do, and besides, I don't need Robin." Wayne didn't intend to continue arguing with Spider-Man, and drove the pickup directly.

"You don't need Robin? You definitely don't like Batman in the main world in the comics, do you? Let me think about it, should you like the old man in Flashpoint? Or something else?" Spiderman thought hard.

To be honest, he is quite familiar with Batman in DC comics.

But after he became Spider-Man himself, he didn't have much time to read those comics carefully.

He can still remember some quite famous Batmans, which is considered a good memory for him.

Listening to Spiderman chattering on the side, Wayne felt for the first time that sometimes women are not necessarily equivalent to three hundred ducks, and men may also be equivalent to three hundred or even six hundred ducks.

And Spider-Man is equivalent to a thousand.

Thinking of the Spider-Men who got together later, Wayne's head felt a little big.

Of the six Spider-Mans, although two or three do not like to talk much, there is always someone who maintains his or her own persona and becomes a guy who talks too much.

"Shut up!" Finally Wayne chose to step on the brakes.

"OK, OK, I'm a little scared by your appearance." Even though this Spider-Man was already trying his best to avoid speaking, he still had no choice but to say a few more words.

"Get off." Wayne didn't want to be in the same space with this guy anymore, so he coldly issued his eviction order to Spider-Man.

"Are you asking me to get out of the car?" Spiderman pointed at his mask in disbelief. He never imagined that one day he would be rejected by others.

When he met Wayne's eyes, he knew that Wayne was telling the truth.

He could only shrug: "Okay, you are the boss, of course I will listen to you." As he spoke, he opened the car door and left his seat.

"But." After getting out of the car, Spider-Man wanted to say something to Wayne, but the only answer he got was the roar of the car's engine and the exhaust fumes.

"Don't forget to come back and pick me up. He's really a guy who doesn't want to listen to what others say." Spider-Man felt helpless and shot out his own webbing, pulling himself to the roof of a building and observing Wayne carefully. direction of travel.

He still wasn't too worried about that die-hard Batman fan.

When acting with that die-hard fan, his spider sense always gave a faint reminder.

Wayne didn't regard him as someone who could be trusted at all.

Always be on guard against yourself.

"Let's see what you can do." Spider-Man felt the cold roof under his feet, and turned his head. "Of course, it's better to get a pair of shoes for our friendly neighbor Spider."

While Spider-Man was looking for shoes that fit his size, Wayne now really felt that letting the guy get off was a pretty good choice.

The whole world is clean.

Finally, I can start taking action on my own.

But Wayne also knows that it is completely impossible to really get rid of Spider-Man.

New York is much more familiar to others than to myself.

It is estimated that when he found Hell's Kitchen, Spider should have already arrived at that place one step ahead.

I just don't know if there is a blind lawyer who stays here every day in this world to fight against evil.

Thanks to the driving skills from Batman, Wayne is now fully capable of driving to the highest speed within the specified range.

As for why not speed directly.

The pickup that Wayne is sitting on now may not be able to escape from PDNY's hands.

"According to what the guy said, he comes to Hell's Kitchen once every two days. Although the location is not the same place, it is probably in the same area."

While driving the vehicle, Wayne checked the car's automatic turn signal record.

Select the two groups with the highest repetition rate, and after doing a lot of simulations in his mind, Wayne already knows the approximate area he should go to.

Before Wayne could get close to Hell's Kitchen, someone had already observed the pickup truck.

As a frequent visitor to Hell's Kitchen, this car is indeed quite familiar to Hell's Kitchen's gatekeepers.

But they didn't relax their vigilance just because they were familiar with it. They knew very well that today was not the agreed time to pick up the goods.

Even if that kid has sold out all his goods, they can't let him into Hell's Kitchen. No one can violate the rules of Hell's Kitchen.

"Hey, kid, this is not the day." Before the guy shouting to the pickup truck could finish his words, he saw a figure jumping out of the truck.

The pickup truck showed no signs of slowing down and rushed straight towards Hell's Kitchen.

"Oh, shit!" All these two guys could do was avoid the collision of the pickup truck and save their lives.

But after the two of them swore, never let them meet that black guy again.

Otherwise, he would definitely break out all his teeth.

It was already night tonight, but what he was sure of was that he had definitely seen someone jump off that pickup truck before.

Most likely it was the damn black guy.

"Mother fucker!! Gavel, are you okay over there?" The person who first shouted to the pickup slowly stood up, patted the dust on himself, and shouted to his partner.

The question was, where was the answer? The only answer was the sound of a short circuit in the pickup truck that crashed into the wall not far away.

"You weren't hit by an out-of-control car, were you?" This abnormality made him immediately pull out the pistol from his waist and walked towards the other side.

"Hey, brother, say something back to me."

When he really touched Gavel's side, he found that his brother had been completely knocked unconscious.

Just as he was about to check Gavill's vital signs, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The jet-black mask and angry expression made him feel weak in his legs for a moment, and he even forgot to raise his gun.

While he was still in a daze, Wayne directly pinched the hand holding the gun, and used his joint skills without any hassle, directly breaking the man's elbow joint.

Before the guy could cry out due to the severe pain, his head had already hit a nearby building under Wayne's control.

The violent impact caused him to lose consciousness instantly.

The voice that was about to shout out was also suppressed by this move.