Chapter 5 5 What Are You Doing with a Few Hundred Bucks a Month?

Chapter 5 5. What are you doing with a few hundred bucks a month!

In the Bat Cave under Wayne Manor, the old butler Alfred made himself a third cup of coffee and sat down in front of the super cool Bat Computer with tired steps.

In front of the old man, the twenty-four screens were monitoring all the important places in Gotham City in real time.

When Batman went out for night patrols, monitoring the city, which sounded very evil, was done by Alfred. Of course, when Robin was there, this job would be given to Robin.

"The young master is fighting the drug factory of Black Mask on Nahe Island. The progress order. The East District Bank was robbed by thugs. Calculate the time and plan the route. The young master can just deal with them on the way back.

There was a gunfight in Audisburg. The firepower density is very strong.

Let me see."

Alfred pushed his reading glasses, drank a sip of strong coffee and zoomed in the surveillance. After a few seconds, the old man's expression became serious and he immediately dialed the communication.

"Alfred, I'm busy."

Batman's low voice came.

But the old butler ignored him and said briefly:

"Mason Cooper was attacked in Gordon's safe house. He is escaping and may need support."

"?"

The old man asked in surprise:

"Lucius helped him build that safe house. It has a high level of confidentiality. How could it be... Wait! Isn't it a gangster killer?"

"No."

Afu stared at the fast-moving men in black on the screen. He pursed his lips and said:

"Master, Lei Xiaogu's assassins are back in the city."

"Plan the best route for the Batmobile immediately! Send out the Batfighter to support Mason and save the young man!"

Batman's voice also rose several degrees, and Afu immediately got busy in the Batcave.

On the other side, Mason Cooper, who was in the battle zone, didn't know that Batman was on his way. He felt that he was really going to die.

These killers in front of him are worthy of being the trump cards of the Penguin.

Their combat literacy is much higher than those gangsters. To give a most intuitive example, even if Mason has a bug-like combat assistance, it is difficult to hit them with the aiming frame and the preset trajectory configuration.

These guys are always on the move.

And anyone who has played FPS games knows that it is much more difficult to hit a moving target than a fixed target.

In this four-story apartment with few people living there, the silent black-clad men are moving quickly in groups of three, as if they are playing a cat-and-mouse game with Mason, but their attack method is very brutal, and they will directly explode and break through obstacles when they encounter them.

There are also gunmen with night vision goggles guiding in front, making Mason's escape quite difficult.

Fortunately, the free aiming frame of the combat assistance can at least mark the movements of the enemy when approaching, just like a small radar, which allows him to barely maintain a little advantage in a dangerous gunfight.

Chief Gordon's gun has run out of bullets, and Mason smashed it out as a "hidden weapon" to make the black-clad men rushing in front of him duck and dodge.

Taking this opportunity, he took a step forward, turned the umbrella handle, and ejected the fighting spear, thrusting it forward fiercely, quite like a rifle assassination technique.

"Successfully carried out a close combat execution, the fighting skill branch is opened, and it is currently Lv0."

The attacked man in black widened his eyes, probably because he did not expect that this black umbrella would have such a trick.

But he fell to the ground instantly after being pierced through the heart, and Mason quickly grabbed the gun in his hand. In this chaos, there was no time to accurately aim. The young man raised his hand and fired a burst of bullets to force the killer outside the door back.

He did not have time to read the prompts carefully, rushed to the window and smashed the glass with the butt of the gun, and looked down.

This is the second floor.

He might die if he fell down.

"Dang"

A round object was thrown into the house, and Mason only had time to look back, and then he jumped down while grabbing the window frame, cursing.

There was a loud bang.

The grenade that exploded in the room caused dazzling flames to burst out from the window, and the impact force was like a heavy punch on the young man, causing him to roll and fall on the lawn outside the apartment.

The soft ground allowed Mason to avoid the danger of falling and being shot in the head, but falling from a height made his legs hurt a lot.

Maybe a fracture?

"Puff"

Mason grabbed the Batman's own hemostatic agent given by Commissioner Gordon before and shot his leg.

The cold liquid injected into the blood vessels allowed him to barely regain his ability to move after a few seconds, but the darkness hidden in the danger around him forced him to limp and run forward.

The Penguin killers have already come around.

There are several cars parked at the intersection in front of Mason. In the light curtain in front of him, the free aiming frame has locked on more than a dozen enemies. This ambush situation makes the young man feel desperate.

But before those guys surrounded him, the familiar bombardment sounded from the dim sky.

Mason looked up and saw a ghostly bat fighter swooping down from the sky. Its high-speed rotating machine gun kept firing at the ground, blowing up the vehicle in front of him and creating a way for the young man to escape.

"It's you who saved me at the critical moment, Master."

Mason was overjoyed to have survived. He leaned on Penguin's umbrella, dragged a stolen gun, and ran towards the direction of the combat cover, firing his gun as he ran.

He didn't know that Alfred was remotely controlling the fighter plane at this time, but Mason knew that the appearance of the Bat Fighter was his only chance to escape.

He had to run to an open area to take the fighter plane before the plane landed.

Behind him, in the darkest night of the day, the Bat Fighter patrolled back and forth, and the continuous firepower coverage pressed the man in black back into the apartment. The exchange of fire in the sky and on the ground behind him had a kind of front-line battlefield momentum.

But this happened in the main city of Gotham.

It has to be said that the gangster killer raided the police's safe house and the superheroes in the city came out to rescue people. This is really a Gotham feature.

"I'm here! Come on!"

Mason gritted his teeth and endured the pain to climb onto the roof of a two-story building. At this time, in addition to his legs, he had at least two bullet holes bleeding.

Thanks to the injection of hemostatic analgesic just now, otherwise the pain alone would be enough to crush this young man.

But even so, he was already at the end of his strength.

Mason was exhausted after fighting with the well-trained black killer for only seven or eight minutes. The little pride that rose after beating up the gangsters had long disappeared.

There was really nothing to be proud of after defeating the creatures at the bottom of the food chain in Gotham.

He waved his hands in the dark night, watching the bat fighter flying towards him, and a sense of relief for surviving the disaster made the young man, who was now covered in dust, smile.

But before the smile faded, three rockets flew out from the darkness behind and slammed into the ghostly fighter with long tail flames.

Alfu's control skills were really great. He made the bat fighter dodged the first two with a classic falling leaf, but was hit by the last one on the tail.

In the light of the huge fireball rising into the sky, the bat fighter with black smoke swept over Mason's head like a bird with broken wings, and finally crashed into the big square three blocks away and became a burning torch in the dark night.

"!"

Mason stared at this scene in amazement.

A chilly breath enveloped his heart at this moment.

He was able to shoot down Batman's fighter plane. He must not be an ordinary gangster killer!

He was being chased by this group of lunatics. Without the firepower support of the fighter plane, he was tired and injured. He immediately felt that his future was bleak.

"Are Penguin's men too hard-working?

I know he bought insurance for you and treats you well, but is it really worth it to do this for a boss who was sent to prison?

With such a small amount of money every month, what are you playing with your life!"

Mason cursed and lay down on the roof of the two-story building, and put the gun he had snatched on the eaves and pointed it at the direction where the men in black were coming.

His leg was injured, and running away rashly was just a way to die. Now the only hope is to hold on here and wait for Batman's magic soldiers to descend.

Fortunately, the distance was pulled away, and he should be able to delay for a while with combat assistance.

Bang!

A sudden gunshot made Mason roll to the side, covering his face. The bullet just shattered the scope of the rifle in his hand and rubbed his cheek like a knife, almost blowing his head off.

"There's a sniper!"

This thought rushed into the young man's mind and made him immediately hold up the Penguin's umbrella. Almost at the same time, the second bullet came and hit the bulletproof umbrella of the armed umbrella.

Under Mason's gaze, the sharp bullet head rotated like a dagger, drilled a hole in the umbrella surface, and hit the ground beside him, splashing a streak of sparks.

The Penguin's umbrella can defend against small-caliber bullets, but it can't defend against sniper bullets!

Mason's heart suddenly sank.

Are Gotham's gangster killers so professional? They even used snipers to hunt down an ordinary person like me?

Mason quickly took off his coat and wrapped it around the closed umbrella, and then put his baseball cap on the tip of the umbrella. This was the way he learned to deal with snipers from movies and TV shows.

He did not act rashly.

Instead, he lay on the ground, took the rifle with the broken scope, and quietly set it up on the other side of the eaves.

He no longer paid attention to the free aiming frame that kept moving on the light screen, and focused all his attention on the position of the sniper.

After taking a deep breath, Mason squinted his eyes and raised the camouflage prop in his other hand, but the opponent obviously did not fall for it. He did not shoot the camouflage, but calculated the distance and fired three shots at the position where Mason might be lying.

The random eaves bricks next to his head made the young man sweat, but at the moment the opponent fired, a small aiming frame finally jumped out in front of him.

Calculated from the distance, it was at least 500 meters!

The gun in his hand was a short-range submachine gun. At such a long distance, the preset trajectory even had a projectile trajectory, but it didn't matter. Mason adjusted the muzzle height to make the preset trajectory overlap with the aiming frame.

Pull the trigger.

Bang.

The flying bullet brought a star point.

There was no prompt for shooting execution, it seemed that it didn't hit.

Mason was a little disappointed.

But the situation soon did not allow him to continue to be disappointed. He turned his gun and aimed at the black-clad assaulters who had rushed to the building below and started shooting.

And at a window of the apartment 500 meters away where black smoke was billowing, a small figure in black clothes frowned.

He looked at the scope of the sniper rifle in his hand that was cracked by the bullet, and touched the faint scratch on his cheek.

"Such accurate shooting at this distance is close to the category of 'super shooting skills'. The information from the Penguin Gang is wrong! Is that guy really just a 17-year-old dropout?"

The little man said to the two commanders in black standing behind him:

"The combat goal has changed, capture him alive!"

A few seconds later, Mason, who was extremely stressed, suddenly felt that the number of bullets fired from the surroundings had significantly reduced. This made him feel relieved and at the same time felt even greater pressure.

The killers of the men in black have an absolute advantage.

If they stopped shooting now, they would definitely take him back alive and be tortured. The Penguin Gang definitely didn't have any rules about three swords and six eyes, but the outcome of being caught as a traitor would definitely not be good.

"We have to fight hard!"

Mason threw away his empty rifle and grabbed Penguin's armed umbrella.

He breathed heavily, waiting for the first wave of men in black to rush onto the roof, then opened his umbrella and rushed out, emptying all the bullets in the umbrella handle in one breath. When he was surrounded by people, he twisted the umbrella handle to let the green Poisonous gas sprayed out from the tip of the umbrella.

The poison gas spray lasted for a few seconds and then changed to flame spray, causing several men in black to scream and fall from the roof of the building, but Mason was also slashed several times.

He was forced to the corner of the eaves, and he twisted the handle of the armed umbrella to the end with all his strength. The hollow and sharp umbrella tip popped out with a bang. At this distance, he directly pierced the heart of a man in black.

Mason couldn't even stand still.

There was even dizziness in front of him. Seeing the people in black surrounding him, he used his last strength to grab the handle of the umbrella and pulled it hard, and the hidden staff and sword was pulled out.

This would be his last act of defiance.

"Buzz"

The low roar of the engine sounded from the other end of the street. After smashing two walls in succession, the black tank with a thick and stylish shape and decorated with bats rushed into the battle zone like a tank.

This is exactly the "magic weapon descending from the sky" that Mason has been waiting for!

Although it was still nearly a kilometer away from Mason's location, the arrival of the Batmobile still caused the men in black to immediately adjust the focus of their operations.

Especially the short commander.

He seemed particularly excited.

"Batman shows up! He's mine! Haunt him!"

"Batman shows up!"

The same thought occurred to Mason.

The young man's tense spirit suddenly relaxed at this moment, and the excessive blood loss caused his vision to go dark. He just grabbed the staff and sword and fell from the eaves of the two-story building.

This move will definitely result in a headshot.

But just before Mason completely passed out, he felt himself being caught by a pair of strong hands, and what came into view was a face with a strange mask.

"Hello, Penguin Betrayer."

The man inserted a sedative into Mason's neck with a gentle tone, and whispered to the shaky young man:

"What a wonderful performance. It makes me feel that it is well worth the trip tonight. Well, sleep, you will not realize what a glorious opportunity you will get after you become one of us.

Anyway, welcome to join us.

Welcome to the Star Club."

"Put him down!"

Several black-clothed killers surrounded him from all sides.

Obviously, this guy who suddenly appeared was not one of their people.

Facing the bright sword and the dark muzzle of the gun in the hands of the man in black, the guy holding Mason sneered disdainfully, and with a flick of his hand, a one-handed sword with a golden hilt like a golden eagle spreading its wings jumped into his hand.

He waved lightly.

A dazzling stream of light erupted from the blade of the sword, causing the killers of the men in black who were caught off guard to be blinded. Then the muffled sound of the blade piercing the body resounded in the dark alley.

However, the battle was over in three or four seconds. It was a one-sided massacre. Surrounded by the bleeding corpses, Mason, who was carrying the unconscious man, even helped him take back the tip and accessories of the armed umbrella. The mysterious guy walked quickly When he reached the end of the alley, he opened a door.

He glanced back at the battlefield one last time.

With a little greed and desire, he looked at the black figure in the distance who was beating up the assassin of the League of Assassins with the help of the Batmobile, and then he shook his head with regret and walked through the door and disappeared.