American Comics: The Law of Strength

Another long night.

In Hell's Kitchen, Peter is walking through an alley wearing the Batman helmet that lacks an ear.

His head and face were hidden under the helmet of Batman, and almost no features could be seen, only the blond hair could be faintly seen through the missing corner of the helmet.

There are always all kinds of dirty garbage, weird graffiti in such alleys, and occasionally you can see a corpse covered in garbage that no longer looks visible.

Around the corpse, there were several giant rats with blood-red fangs staring at Peter vigilantly.

And Peter kept on his feet and walked all the way forward. He had been

familiar with this scene lately, and it had been the fifteenth corpse he had seen since he started this night watch.

Ever since that day Diane made his plan, Peter's life has been extremely regular.

Get up around twelve o'clock in the afternoon, then go out to look for information until late at night, then put on a Batman helmet in the evening and continue to ask for information from gang members or punks who wander at night, and then return to the safe house to meet with the other two to exchange information.

But unfortunately, his hard work for days had little effect, and Phils hid his own information from the water.

And Diane has nothing better to do, because there is no intelligence and financial support, she can do very little, and even the plan she made before actually only points the direction of their action.

It wasn't until today that Diane changed his mind and let him and Gwen follow Don Gritoli's direction.

But the bad news also followed.

Just after Peter got some valuable information, he found that he seemed to be being targeted.

Although he didn't see any trackers, the sixth sense that Lizardman Serum and Compound Five brought him was constantly alert.

This made Peter's nerves highly tense, and he did not dare to return to the safe house, so he wandered in Hell's Kitchen, hoping to get rid of or lure out the stalker. However, before

Peter could cross the alley, six strong men blocked the entrance of the alley, their blood-soaked leather clothes on their bodies, their thorn-tattooed arms exposed, and their tense muscles burst out.

These people had no intention of hiding themselves at all. They wore spike-scalped boots, a strong stench on their bodies, and muttered swear words that even Peter could spot from a few hundred meters away.

When one of the strong men saw Peter, he took a bite directly on the ground.

"Oh roar, this is really rare, how can you squat all night with such a strange thing?"

As he spoke, he took two steps forward and approached Peter, and behind him appeared a thin man with a bloody face.

And the fattest guy of the six people said,

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can squeeze money out of even a mouse, I don't dislike it."

Looking at the few strong men who were gradually approaching, Peter sighed helplessly.

Ever since Fisker messed up the entire New York world, all sorts of small gangs have become blatant.

With the civil strife of the Bernano family and the fall of Don Gritoli, the large and small gangs in the city drew their swords against each other, eager to expand their respective spheres of influence.

If it had been yesterday, Peter would probably have beaten them severely, then searched every penny on them, asked them every piece of information they had, and finally left them to fend for themselves.

But today's stalker made him feel like a man, so he had no intention of tolerating the few people in front of him at the moment.

Peter walked forward quickly, but the electric lights around him kept flickering, and then completely extinguished in a burst of sparks.

The already dark alley was almost dark at this time, only the unclear moonlight, faintly reflecting the outline of Batman's helmet.

The helmet that lacked a horn was no longer as funny as before, but made several strong men feel a little anxious in their hearts.

"Fak, what the hell, let's go together! Kill him! However, before the strong man

who rushed to the front finished speaking, a burst of light penetrated the strong man's chest, leaving only a hollow with a burnt edge, and the originally pompous beating heart had disappeared.

And the person standing behind him was also carried away half an arm by this light.

At this time, he did not react, and looked at his empty jacket blankly.

But Peter didn't intend to give him a chance to react.

His right hand caressed the holster of the multifunctional belt, and finally pressed down, and Remington's 1875 breech burst into a dazzling fire, accompanied by a thunderous shock, and the strong man who lost half of his arm lost half of his head.

And the remaining few turned and fled without hesitation, and Peter did not give them a chance.

He took out the Remington 1875 and held it at his waist, then placed his left hand on the hammer.

"Bang!"

With the sound of gunfire, the remaining four strong men fell to the ground at the same time, and they all had an extra blood hole on their bodies.

And Peter couldn't help but smile, and then raised the pistol in front of his face, pretentiously blowing the non-existent gunsmoke.

But I have to say that this hand is really beautiful.

This rapid-fire technique by quickly slapping the hammer allows this antique gun to fire a rate of fire comparable to that of modern semi-automatic pistols, especially the first shot can quickly complete the process from opening the hammer to firing.

In many of the world's top competitions, someone can increase the rate of fire by only one gunshot, but several bullets, like Peter at the moment.

Often there are similar bridges in many Westerns. But in fact, this type of shooting is difficult to hit the target unless it is close to the

face, one reason is that this rapid-fire technology can only shoot at the waist and cannot aim, and the other reason is that the firing needs to be shot by slapping the hammer will cause the gun body to shake, making it more difficult to hit the target.

And the reason why Peter was able to hit the enemy so easily, in addition to his military experience, was to rely on strong strength to keep the gun body stable under the slap.

Peter sighed at the fact that no one appreciated such a cool scene, as he spun the pistol and tucked it back into the holster, and then he approached the young man with a bloody face.

At this time, the other party was still in a state of shock, and he looked at Peter with his mouth wide open, with his face as bloodstained as paint, almost perfect COS shouting masterpiece.

"Bat... Batman and Catwoman cross!

Oh, this statement is exciting enough, but I didn't expect that the world has also begun to popularize crossover gameplay.

Wait a minute! Peter suddenly realized that something was wrong, Catwoman?!

Almost as soon as Peter noticed that something was wrong, he heard the sound of breaking wind behind his ears and turned away.

But I saw a slender jade foot wrapped in a black uniform stretched out and stepped on Peter's chest, and then Peter only felt that his chest sank, and the whole person was kicked and flew out, and he turned nearly ten meters away on the ground before dispersing.

Peter covered his chest and found that the new clothes he had just bought had a large shoe print printed on it.

He looked up angrily, only to find a graceful girl standing in front of him, her whole body was wrapped in a pitch-black leather-textured uniform, and her exposed part emitted a soft skin glow in the moonlight, as lustrous as white jade.

And the silver hair that sloped down like a waterfall even eclipsed the starlight.

Although her eyes were obscured by the mask, she could still see the exquisite and flawless facial features.

At this time, Catwoman did not pursue, she held her hands behind her head, raised her head, and tilted her body slightly to one side, just like a girl who had just come out of the bath, combing her long hair at will and tying it into a ponytail, lazily and gracefully revealing the beautiful curves of her body.

Peter couldn't help but look at the footprints on his chest again, shook his head, suppressed the surprise and anger just now, and then calmly looked at Catwoman.

And Catwoman also finished combing her hair at this time and smiled sweetly at Peter.

"Hello~ I'm Felicia, of course, you can also call me... Catwoman. "