Chapter 185: Blade of the Samurai

In Gotham City at night, a few pedestrians hurried along the streets, each eager to get home quickly.

Affected by the war between the Joker and the Riddler, the entire city of Gotham was in a state of panic. Even though the main battlefield was confined to the Upper West District where the Joker was, the East District where the Riddler was, and the Park District sandwiched between them, residents in other districts still feared becoming collateral damage. Although life in Gotham was never short of guns and the smell of gunpowder, facing a daily barrage of bullets was another matter entirely.

Therefore, even though this was the Fashion District, not many dared to go out at this hour.

That should have been the case.

Tap, tap, tap.

Noisy footsteps suddenly echoed around the street corner. On the night street, a group of about thirty or forty people emerged in a pack. They wore bizarre costumes, their tattoos were ferocious and terrifying, and their faces were filled with murderous intent. Some were burly, others bore knife scars, but the one thing they shared was that they all held guns in their hands.

Rifles, pistols, grenades, knives. A wide variety of weapons, a wide variety of outfits, a wide variety of hairstyles, and dense tattoos. Anyone with eyes could see these were the reckless thugs from the East District.

"Boss, why are we going into the movie theater?"

"Idiot, didn't the Boss make an announcement on stage when we set out? Or are your ears deaf?"

"I was too busy watching Poison Ivy back then."

"... If you want to die, remember to stay away from me. Don't let your blood splash on me."

"Uh, so... what exactly is in the movie theater?"

"Firefly, you idiot, remember clearly: we are going to recruit Firefly!"

"Firefly? The guy wearing armor that looks like a big-headed fly, holding a flamethrower and setting fires in the sky?"

"The Riddler said to call him Firefly 'Mr.' — since you know he holds a flamethrower, be careful not to say the wrong words and anger him. If you get burned to ash by a burst of fire, no one will pay you a pension."

"I can't bring myself to like that guy. The Gotham City Police Department says he used to be a firefighter. Which firefighter would be crazy enough to go set fires voluntarily?"

"If you were burned like a roasted sweet potato, all wrinkled and unable to show your face, you would also go crazy and do any evil deed."

Speaking of this, the bald, burly leader turned back and instructed the others: "Everyone pay attention. This guy seems to want to set fire here. Let him burn, but be polite to him — the Riddler ordered us to invite him back, not drag him back."

"Then why did we bring so many people?"

"Idiot, if he refuses to go back, we have to make sure he stays here forever — otherwise, what if he goes to help the Joker?"

As they spoke, the group arrived beside the movie theater. Everyone could see the empty ticket hall through the glass doors at a glance.

"Heh." The burly man sneered: "I said it long ago, don't make superhero movies for anything. Look, there isn't a single person in the movie theater on a Sunday."

At this moment, a subordinate beside him instinctively asked: "Where is Firefly?"

Everyone looked around. The street was now completely devoid of people. Only the streetlights and the cold night wind remained. Even looking up at the sky, the clean night sky held only stars and a full moon, with no super-criminal dressed like a green-headed fly in sight.

Could Firefly have already entered the movie theater?

The bald, burly man looked at the spacious, clean, and empty street. He felt the pale light of the streetlamps seemed a bit terrifying at this moment. His eyes rolled, and he immediately sensed a hint of danger.

"Draw your guns," he said. "Something is wrong."

Just then, footsteps echoed again on the streets to the left and right, denser and more compact than theirs.

Dozens of Falcone family gunmen, dressed in black suits and ties, each holding a pistol, appeared on both sides, flanking the East District thugs in the middle.

"The plan was guessed by the Joker..."

"Did Firefly join the Joker?"

"If he joined the Joker, you would see that giant green-headed fly with a flamethrower when the war starts."

"Then I'd rather not see it."

On the rooftop terrace nearby, Ma Ma Zhaodi took out an ice-blue mushroom and curiously asked: "Why aren't they using machine guns?"

"They are using them."

As soon as Batman finished speaking, the windows of the buildings in front of and behind the East District thugs suddenly opened one by one, and machine guns appeared at the windows.

"I see it now," Ma Ma Zhaodi sighed. "This isn't a gang war at all; this is direct warfare. Batman, remember to enter only after the mushroom explodes."

"What mushroom?"

"This mushroom!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi stretched out his arm and threw with all his might. Three ice-blue mushrooms were thrown directly into the crowd in the middle of the street, one on the left, one in the center, and one on the right.

Batman saw these three mushrooms rapidly expand and grow in the air. White energy seemed to surge in the surrounding air. Finally, they exploded simultaneously in mid-air at three locations on the street.

In an instant, the entire street was swept and swallowed by a cold current, as if entering an ice age. The Falcone family gunmen, the East District thugs in the center of the street, and the machine gunners in the windows on both sides were all frozen under a thin layer of ice, like animal specimens trapped dead in amber.

"Enter quickly! The freezing will lift in three seconds, and everyone will be slowed down."

Ma Ma Zhaodi's voice sounded in his ear. He leaped off his bicycle, and a rope hook shot out from the rear of the bike, pinning itself to the floor above. He thus rode directly down the ninety-degree wall of the building to the ground.

Batman didn't need to be so troublesome. He leaped into the air, his cape fluttering to transform into bat wings, and silently glided over the heads of everyone.

Disable the machine guns first, he thought.

So as he flew past several machine gun windows, his hands rapidly and continuously threw six bat-shaped shurikens. They traced six beautiful arcs, piercing the fragile ice layers with pinpoint accuracy, hitting the machine gunners inside the windows. The anesthetic on the shurikens was immediately injected into the gunmen's bodies.

The next second, the ice on the street vanished into thin air, while the machine gunners inside the windows collapsed, unconscious.

At this moment, Ma Ma Zhaodi also rode his bicycle into the crowd. Wearing a large pumpkin head, he pulled out two pistols with both hands and activated the "I Did Not Kill Anyone" skill twice in succession. At this moment, within a twenty-eight-meter radius centered on him, no one would die.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three bullets precisely hit three hands that wanted to pull the triggers. Ma Ma Zhaodi's firearm skills, honed day after day in the system simulation (played), finally came into use at this moment.

The speed and maneuverability of the bicycle were pushed to the limit. Ma Ma Zhaodi became a blur, sometimes weaving through the crowd, sometimes flying over the walls on both sides, picking off the slow-moving crowd with dual pistols. Every bullet pierced a palm.

【Pistol: Blade of the Samurai (Standard)】

Price: 10,000 USD Asset Points

Note: What Beretta M9? Does that thing have infinite ammo?

Note 2: Qualification to purchase is obtained by achieving an S-rank in the system simulation shooting game.】

(End of Chapter)