I Play DC Hero In Marvel Chapter 26: I wanted water 2

The waiter at the entrance of the Continental Hotel opened his eyes wide, watching the motorcycle with huge wide tires coming towards him, and hurriedly dodged to the side.

Boom! !

The bulletproof glass of the hotel door shattered.

Along with the paper-like steel frame around the wall, it was rolled into twisted scrap iron by motorcycles.

Chi Chi Chi!

Immediately afterwards, the motorcycle rubbed around on the ground in the hall, leaving a striking black tire print.

Finally stopped.

The man on the motorcycle got out of the car, wearing jet-black armor and a pointed-ear helmet, his eyes were cold, and he looked around, very calm.

The door.

The waiter who managed to dodge reacts.

He took out a gun from his waist and aimed it at the man in front of him.

"Batman?"

He happened to have seen this recently released hit movie, and he also knew very well the corresponding role in this outfit: "Where is the madness? Don't move! If you want to come to the mainland hotel to be wild, I'm afraid you are not enough..."

Bang! !

An Dong was expressionless, flipped his hand, and threw a bat dart.

Chi Chi!

Blood like a spring, the gun fell to the ground.

The waiter's wrist was cut off, showing a painful expression, standing in a pool of blood covering his severed hand, looking at the movie character in front of him, his eyes full of horror.

"Really?"

A thought popped into his mind, he didn't plan to fight to the end, and he didn't even dare to think of revenge. He picked up the severed hand and turned to run away.

Such a fierce man can't afford to offend himself.

As for the severed hand, I can get it back if I go to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible.

Meanwhile.

Anton's arrival arouses the attention of the Continental Hotel.

"Someone is making trouble?"

"Murder at the Continental Hotel, you violated the hotel's rules. Do you want to die?"

In an instant, the guests in the hotel voluntarily retreated.

The other waiters, including the killer gathered here, without exception, all turned their attention to Anton in the center of the hall, standing beside the motorcycle.

"Rules?"

Anton glanced at the person who said this, and said in a low voice: "I am here to establish new rules."

"Kill him!"

Someone shouted.

Before the words fell, people raised their guns and pulled the trigger in unison.

Whoosh!

Under their startled eyes, the motorcycle disappeared.

Also missing is Anton who is playing Batman next to the motorcycle.

Kaka Kaka!

A bat dart shot out.

The brightly lit Continental Hotel was suddenly plunged into darkness.

The blurry shadows keep flickering.

The bullet was unloaded, and the flames that erupted only reflected the height of the shadow, and could not cause damage to Batman in the dark.

"Ah!"

"Where?"

"Shet! I'm going to kill you!"

…

The top floor area of ​​the Continental Hotel.

When Winston received the news from his subordinates, he turned on the surveillance screen on the TV and saw nothing but darkness.

But the sound of gunfire boiling and the endless screams suddenly resounded throughout the room.

"Who is the troublemaker?"

He frowned, his eyes full of anger.

"Uh..."

When the subordinate reported, he paused and said, "Batman."

"Who is he?"

Winston had never heard of this name. Hearing the endless gun battles and screams coming from the dark surveillance screen, his face was solemn: "Who is Batman? He should not be a nobody."

"It's a movie character."

The subordinates looked strange.

To be honest, he was in exactly the same mood as Winston when he got the news.

"A movie character?"

Winston looked puzzled, but his anger remained undiminished.

In any case, someone broke into his territory and trampled the rules unscrupulously in his territory... This is not a simple matter of face.

If he doesn't handle it well, he will even have to give up his position as the person in charge of the Continental Hotel.

The High Table would not be so offensive to its dignity.

"Send all the killers out!"

Winston's face was cold: "I want him to die in front of me immediately."

"Don't worry."

The subordinate nodded: "The order has been issued."

"Hmm."

Winston's eyes were deep, suppressing his anger, and he followed: "Go check the identity of this Batman, I want to find out what's going on."

…

The lobby of the Continental Hotel.

In the darkness, the huge bat shadow shuttled in the dark corner, as if suspended in mid-air, harvesting the fighting power of all the killers present.

One by one fell heavily in a pool of blood, but no one died.

The successive defeats made the entire hall groan and turned into a purgatory on earth.

The killers fell in a pool of blood and endured severe pain. Seeing the illusory figure, they continued to shuttle through the crowd, like a death **** holding a sickle, with fear in their eyes.

If they were given another chance, they vowed not to stay and shoot the enemy, but to turn around and run away like the original waiter.

This is how Batman uses violence to defeat violence.

In a way, even the Joker is no match for Batman's deterrent when it comes to scaring gangsters.

All Anton has to do is to step on the corpse of the Continental Hotel and establish his own order.

After this battle, he not only wanted to let the name of Batman really appear in the underground world, but also let everyone know that Batman, who was born out of nowhere, was by no means a small character.

Soon.

In the mourning, Anton walked to the stairs and turned into the God of War on the stairs.

After warm-up, Anton became more and more familiar with the skills information that belonged to Bruce Wayne in his memory. This kind of transformation and rebirth can only be reflected by the word "open hanging".

In short, in the face of these ordinary killers, Anton will not refuse anyone who comes, and kill as many as they have.

Boom! !

Anton's brows were raised by the powerful shotgun.

A black man in a suit and leather shoes, full of elite style, standing in the corner with a shotgun, leaning back against the wall, squinting and watching Anton's movements with a subtle voice.

Obviously, it's not surprising that the first shot of the raid just failed to hit Anton.

This is about a John Wick-level killer.

There are a lot of talents in the Continental Hotel~IndoMTL.com~ Most of them are proficient in killing and interrogation skills. Unfortunately, these are all left by Bruce Wayne.

Anton calmly stepped into the aisle.

Boom! !

The little black man turned and pulled the trigger.

Batman's basic armor is better than tights. In order not to affect the flexibility, it only has a mild power system, which is not as exaggerated as other destroying armors, but it is also very important to Anton. There is a certain blessing in combat power.

The key is that with the protection of the battle armor, Anton can let go of his hands and feet,

Bang! !

Anton stood still, letting the huge impact spread in his chest.

"What?"

The little black man's eyes widened, revealing an astonishing white part.

He never imagined that this mysterious person who likes role-playing, wearing armor, can even defend against a powerful shotgun.

This is no ordinary equipment.

Comparable to military technology!

At this time, the names that flashed in his mind were all the advanced arms giants in the Marvel world, such as Stark Industries, Hammer Industries, and Osborn Corporation.

"Hehe."

Anton's lips lifted and he came to this guy.

Bang!

With just one punch, he blasted away the black man blocking the road, leaving him slumped on the ground and spitting blood.

Then, over the black man who fell to the ground, he came to a metal door.

Bang!

Another punch smashed the circuit board, using the skill "knowledgeable" to easily open the metal door that should have been airtight.

The room inside the door.

A man who was drinking whisky while he was holding it stared at Anton with an ugly face.

"Winston, I thought you could give me two chapters."

Anton is quite disappointed: "As a result, you are gone in one chapter."