Chapter 4947

Pamela hesitated a little, speaking from the heart, saying she really didn't want to face Batman. Especially this classic version of Batman. If they wrote her into some plan, she'd never have peace.

Moreover, behind this Batman stood a bunch of Batmen. Originally, their defenses against superpowered beings were strict; if she entered their defensive range, she'd be tied up trying to do anything later. Of course, she thought she wasn't planning to do anything, but this universe's positioning in the multiverse is really not positive, and who knows what will happen later.

"No way," Pamela refused, "monsters have lock-on options, and the vines I create don't look like that at first glance. Besides, if he counterattacks, I can't really hit him, can I?"

"What are you afraid of?" Tim kept urging, "This is defending our universe's property. If you don't repel him, and Bruce asks about it later, how will we explain?"

Pamela suddenly understood. This classic Batman is indeed troublesome, but compared to Bruce, she'd rather deal with that whole group of Batmen.

Although this water purifier isn't very usable, it's still one of Bruce's few remaining Batman legacies. If other Batmen used it, or got information from it, Bruce would take revenge from morning till night. After all, his tolerance is inherited from Shiler.

Pamela sighed, raised her hand, and green vines climbed along the sewer wall with a rustling sound, reaching Batman's head, then suddenly stabbed downward—

"Hiss..." Batman sucked in a cold breath, rolled to dodge, turned back and threw three batarangs, and the vines snapped with a sound.

"It's over," Pamela began to retreat again, "this Batman's skills are good, he looks hard to deal with."

However, it's already too late to back down now. Pamela gritted her teeth and stamped her foot, several thick vines burst from the ground, tiles flying. Batman swept his cape, blocking all the dust, turned and delivered a spinning kick, first kicking away the vine nearest him, then threw two more batarangs, cutting off the farthest one. The remaining vine, neither near nor far, Batman rolled close and directly grabbed it, yanking it upward hard.

Pamela slightly clenched her fist, the vine twisted, suddenly elongated, wrapped around Batman's waist, trying to throw him to the ground. But in midair, Batman twisted his body, kicked off the sewer wall with one foot, and barely broke free.

Taking advantage of Batman not being steady, Pamela summoned more vines to chase and strike him. Batman saw the situation was bad and ran deeper into the sewer. Pamela breathed a sigh of relief, using vines all the way to drive him out of this sewer section.

While fighting, Pamela cursed the street. This Batman is really hard to deal with, slippery as a yellow eel, in such a narrow place he can still twist and turn. After exhausting immense effort she still couldn't catch him, indeed, classic Batman has no easy opponents.

What he doesn't know is that Bruce's inner cursing is no less than his. When the first two vines appeared, Bruce thought it was a monster, but the later feel wasn't right—this isn't Pamela's summoned vines?

Bruce really couldn't understand why Pamela was opposing him. Although their universe often opposes Batman, this game originally doesn't encourage player-versus-player combat, and fighting Batman brings no benefit. Moreover, Pamela isn't usually aggressive, so why would she proactively cause trouble for Batman?

However, Bruce quickly figured it out. He remembered there's a large water purifier in the eastern underground. He only thought of it now because he wasn't originally heading for the purifier; he was doing eastern district tasks, and the task led him to the sewers, so he came over. As a result, Pamela's random whipping disrupted his task, making it impossible to complete.

Actually, Bruce knows Pamela's attack patterns well; even using Batman's methods, he might not lose. But, Batman losing in encounter battles is common knowledge. If he doesn't act a bit clumsy, it's too easy to be exposed.

He knows too well what kind of people these are in his universe. Besides a few extremely tight-lipped ones, anyone who finds out what he's doing will soon have it spread throughout the multiverse. Especially Pamela's group of young people, with their gossiping mouths, don't need Batman to investigate—gossip alone can reach his ears.

To play Batman well, Bruce, utterly helpless, could only pretend to be defeated and flee in panic.

Seeing Batman run, Pamela breathed a sigh of relief. Indeed, Batman's encounter battle ability is still lacking; although he reacts quickly, it's unclear what his move set is.

In most universes, Poison Ivy uses poison, plant toxins being her killing move. Only Pamela is different, because the budget from Verdant Life is sufficient, she always relies on force over finesse, very skilled at physical subdual. Batman probably hasn't seen this before, so he temporarily lost.

"Quick quick quick," Pamela said, "let's hurry to find the water purifier, or if he comes back later, I really won't be able to beat him..."

Tim also understood the seriousness. The two didn't linger, heading toward the central water purifier area.

At the same time, on the eastern district's surface, the Bishop and Constantine had already investigated here. After all, they are the eastern district's squad; when they previously attacked the northern district's leader, they didn't participate. After half a day of development, the main quest had already progressed to near the final boss's location.

Following the quest, the two investigated near the docks. This place can be said to be quite dangerous, Innsmouth is no different. Besides polluted small monsters, there are also many of Gotham's original monsters, and they are modified versions.

However, the two are quite cautious, and their luck is okay; they carefully avoided those tough monsters, continuously gathering clues, preparing to clarify what the eastern district's final boss actually is.

Meanwhile, the agent and Deathstroke who entered the eastern district to explore weren't so lucky. These two ran head-on into the King of Seagulls.

The seagull clan has occupied Gotham for possibly much longer than humans. Those ancient curses left in Gotham have affected these seabirds more deeply. As a result, sailors who migrated to the American continent once suffered their attacks. Countless shipwrecks in Gotham Harbor tell this history of survival of the fittest.

The King of Seagulls has survived on this land for hundreds of years. In modern times with increasing human activity, it also found that fishing at sea is not as good as coming ashore to catch people. Although Gotham people aren't vegetarians either, they can always be caught by the King of Seagulls picking off a few loners. Even if they are strong gang members with guns, as long as it fixes its gaze on them, few can escape unharmed.

In the game, the King of Seagulls hasn't been weakened; on the contrary, it has become more aggressive. Agent and Deathstroke just approached the docks when they saw a sky-covering black shadow circling above them. After a clear cry, the wings seemed to stir up a storm.

Deathstroke instinctively curled into a head-covering roll, dodging those icy, sharp claws. The agent was also forced to lean back, staggered a few steps, looked up at the sky, met those blood-red eyes, and sucked in a cold breath.

Although they've been in Gotham for a while, this is the first time they've seen this monster so close up. The close-up pressure is stronger. Once birds are large enough, they easily make people think of the giant beasts that ruled the earth in ancient times. And the King of Seagulls perched on a skyscraper's top is even larger in size than a Pteranodon.

The agent directly picked up the sniper rifle. But beasts always have very keen intuition; he just set up the rifle when the King of Seagulls took flight—its flight height far exceeds anyone's imagination, even comparable to a space shuttle, and soon disappeared from their view.

They thought it had fled, and just as they were about to begin exploration, this guy came back again. The main tactic is harassment, exactly like the method of getting fries by the seaside.

Seeing that they couldn't explore without killing this thing, Deathstroke sighed, directly pulled out the rocket launcher he found at the Gotham Police Department. He doesn't care about precision and efficiency like the agent does; he just went for firepower coverage, picked a rough direction and started shooting. The King of Seagulls didn't even have time to gain altitude before being hit in the wing by a shell.

Its body tilted and fell to one side. The agent immediately raised his rifle to follow up, but didn't aim for the head; instead, taking advantage of its illness to kill it, he shot the injured wing's base.

This sniper rifle in his hand has been specially modified—small caliber but strong penetration—this is exactly where it comes in handy. The King of Seagulls' wing hurt, making its flight posture even more unstable.

It seems it also knows that gaining altitude now is too late, so it simply turned back, folded its wings, and plunged downward at high speed toward this direction. When close to the ground, it opened its wings again, and its sharp yellow beak smashed toward the two.

The two each dodged in opposite directions. Deathstroke turned and fired a grappling hook, directly wrapping around one of the King of Seagulls' feet. Taking advantage of the seagull flapping its wings again, Deathstroke was also lifted off the ground. Meanwhile, the agent on the ground raised his rifle again, this time aiming precisely, and shot that same foot of the King of Seagulls.

Due to pain, the King of Seagulls retracted its foot. Deathstroke used this force to swing upward, directly flying onto the King of Seagulls' back, raised his greatsword, and stabbed hard into its back. The King of Seagulls let out a miserable cry, desperately flapping its wings, spinning in midair.

Deathstroke clung desperately to the sword hilt embedded in its body, no matter how this seabird turned, he wouldn't fall off. And to relieve the pain behind it, the King of Seagulls' flight posture became increasingly unstable, wobbling as it plunged toward the sea surface.

The agent chased all the way to the docks, watching the King of Seagulls and Deathstroke's figures grow farther away. He knows this can't continue. Not to mention the map might have boundaries, this game contains Cthulhu elements, the sea is no good place, and the deeper the sea, the more dangerous. He can't let Deathstroke take all his gear out to sea to feed Cthulhu.

He raised his rifle and fired a shot into the King of Seagulls' abdomen. The falling speed increased, and Deathstroke also realized he couldn't just let this seabird carry him out to sea, or he wouldn't be able to return.

He directly swung the grappling hook to seize the King of Seagulls' neck. After a struggle, he actually managed to reverse the seabird's flight direction, and it landed crookedly near the shipyard of the docks.

When it fell onto the sea surface, the King of Seagulls was already breathing out more than in. Deathstroke's sword and the agent's shot had both pierced its heart, and now it could only flutter on the sea surface.