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Chapter 194, Section 91: Relay Team Battle

Chapter 194, Section 91: Relay Team Battle

"Hey Thomas, do you know Dr. Daniel Reed?"

Thomas was taken aback by the unexpected question, but he was not in control of the current battle, so he had plenty of time and energy to think about and answer it.

After all, Bruce is different from Thomas; he is someone Thomas cannot underestimate.

"Yes, of course, this is just a fake identity of mine. In fact, you found me through this identity, am I right?"

"Yes—but have you ever considered—that this person actually exists?"

"You're planning to use such a clumsy lie to buy time?"

Thomas's dismissive question basically confirmed Qin Wei's guess. The Thomas in front of him was most likely also a clone. After all, the members of the Court of Owls were cautious and valued their lives. How could they personally go into battle and put their lives in danger?

But just as he was getting his thoughts straight, Thomas suddenly broke through his defense with a knee strike, followed by a downward elbow strike that slammed into his chest.

Qin Wei took the hit squarely, the sound of his ribs cracking transmitted to his brain via bone conduction. Almost simultaneously, a burning pain shot through his chest, half of his body went numb, his breathing became rapid, and he began to feel dizzy and sweat profusely.

With his bodily functions starting to show warning signs one after another, Qin Wei knew that today was likely to be a terrible day.

But Thomas wasn't in a hurry to end the game. For a poor bastard who had lived in Bruce Wayne's shadow for years, he had to savor this long-awaited victory.

"Bruce, you are indeed cautious and cunning. Choosing to evacuate immediately after the base was exposed was a good idea, but you really underestimated the power of the court."

"The reason we haven't targeted you is because the court needs you. Whether it's legally inheriting Wayne Enterprises or supporting the gods, you're far superior to your eccentric and rebellious brother."

As he spoke, Thomas turned and glanced sideways at the owl.

He seemed quite pleased with his victory over the Wayne brothers in one fell swoop.

"Now, you only have two paths before you: cooperation or destruction."

"Cooperation isn't out of the question, but you have to answer a few questions for me," Qin Wei's eyes darted around, "What exactly made you wear this outfit?"

When asked this, a long and loud laugh erupted from beneath the mechanical mask.

Thomas seems to have been waiting for this question for a long time.

"I don't know what you two brothers were thinking, that you could save Gotham by fighting criminals at night in weird costumes?"

"I interpret this as the desperate gasp you make before you drown."

As he got excited, Thomas almost took off his helmet. He really wanted to show Qin Wei his expression, but his cautious nature made him give up the idea.

"Just last night, when you launched your surprise attack on Ven Tower, I was wearing this outfit and killed twelve innocent civilians. Soon, the news that the Judgment Knight is an executioner will spread throughout the streets and alleys."

"And of course, there's Night Owl. He did everything I wanted to do today. He doesn't care about the reputation of the Judgment Knight, but you can't! That was your last stand!"

"I bet you're completely desperate now. From now on, the back alleys of Gotham will no longer tolerate you. You can't win in court, and even your self-deceptive dying struggles are just wishful thinking."

"You're destined not to save this city."

"Ha! Hahahahahahahahaha!!!"

Qin Wei suddenly laughed, then he took off his hood, revealing a sweat-drenched, damp face.

"Thomas Elliott—you don't think my only means of defying the court is through my identity as a Knight of Judgment, do you? With this night-clothes? I don't think I'm crazy!"

"Whether it's the Judgment Knight or the Bat, it's just an identity I use to do things conveniently. If they become useless one day, I will discard them without hesitation."

Qin Wei stared at the mask in his hand, then threw it hard to the ground, landing it at Thomas's feet.

"Then who are you? A shady gang godfather, or a scion of a fallen family?"

Thomas spoke in a strange, affected voice, clearly believing that Qin Wei was just being stubborn and making incompetent excuses after his ulterior motives had been exposed.

"I represent the people, every single person struggling to survive in the underbelly of Gotham."

Qin Wei's gaze was resolute.

He was qualified to stand in place of the common people, whether they were exploited laborers before their time travel or Roman underlings after their time travel, eating fast food, sleeping with cockroaches, and carrying perpetually empty pockets, casting bewildered glances at the skyscrapers shrouded in dark clouds.

Even though it hasn't been long, most people have already forgotten what life was originally like.

Thomas finally realized that the other person was not joking.

But so what? So what?

"Representing the ignorant majority, you have truly chosen a dead end!"

"The Court of Owls has faced several major crises in its rule over Gotham, including an existential threat from the League of Assassins and a financial threat from Wayne Enterprises that nearly led to its acquisition due to business failures, but never a threat from the bottom up."

Thomas is right. The owl originated from Jewish financial groups, and the shrewd and commercial Jews' most effective tactic is to gang up and bully others. As long as they are closely connected with politics and business, their defenses are impenetrable. Anyone who tries to resist the owl will suffer multi-dimensional difficulties and strangulation.

Qin Wei is the best example.

"But if the court is truly as flawless as you claim, then why hide in the shadows?"

Qin Wei suddenly asked a question.

"I guess you're afraid of Superman, or to put it more clearly, you're afraid that your underlying rebellious spirit will attract Superman's attention."

Thomas stood there, stunned. He had never thought so much before, but Qin Wei made a lot of sense. The only one who truly posed a threat to the court was Superman.

But isn't the descent of a god on earth precisely due to the cries of the masses?

"So you know what? I filmed a video and found some interesting people to post it online. Combined with those conspiracies circulating in the streets and alleys, how long do you think the court can remain hidden from the public eye?"

"You recorded the image of a god!?"

In this round of verbal sparring, Thomas, who had initially held the upper hand, was the first to break down, suddenly grabbing Qin Wei by the throat and lifting him into the air.

"You lunatic! Do you know what you've done?!"

"Calm down—you don't need to be so agitated."

Despite being nearly out of breath from the blows, Qin Wei maintained the composure of a victor. Instead of stopping Thomas's trembling hand that was pressing against his throat, he smiled and advised the other man to calm down.

"The survival of the Court of Owls has nothing to do with you; after all, you and I are just pathetic clones."

"What did you say?!"

Just as Thomas was already in a state of confusion, Qin Wei bombarded his thoughts with another bombshell, so much so that he didn't even hear the heavy footsteps behind him, like the beating of drums.

Boom!

Blinding lightning flashed through the rain clouds, and thunder roared as Anatoly, the "KGB Beast," delivered a powerful punch.

"Let go of my comrade, you American imperialist dog!"

By the time Thomas reacted and released his grip to block, it was too late. The savage force pierced through the helmet and acted directly on his brain, instantly plunging his vision into darkness.

"Warning: Abnormal user vital signs detected. Do you wish to enable AI takeover of the armor and activate automatic strangulation mode? In this mode—"

"yes!"

After being punched dozens of meters away, Thomas activated the AI ​​system in the last second before losing consciousness.

The mechanical bat armor, which was about to crash into the wall, flipped in mid-air as if it had learned the art of flying, and charged back towards Anatoli with its feet on the wall.

The KGB Beast hadn't expected the other party to react so quickly. He was about to say a few words to Qin Wei, but he was forced to give up and instead bent down, raising his hands in front of him in a defensive posture.

The operator was changed from Thomas to AI, and the mechanical bat armor also changed its melee attack mode to full firepower. While flying in the air, it first fired a round of small missiles at the target, and then two sharp blades popped out from the arm guards.

Boom boom boom!!!

Anatoly was pushed backward by the shockwave of the explosion, his arms were torn and bleeding, and before he could regain his footing, the mechanical bat's blade was already aimed at his heart.

At the critical moment, a beam of light suddenly flew from the tip of the distant watchtower, and with a crisp metallic clang, the blade in the mechanical bat's right hand snapped in two.

"Phew, finally—"

Deadshot wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Finding a sniper rifle in the prison was no easy task, but luckily he still managed to catch the team battle.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Bullets collided with armor, sparks flying. Floyd fired three shots, forcing the mechanical bats back, not only making a splash but also drawing massive hatred with his own power.

Through the scope, he saw the mechanical bat's bloodshot eyes staring intently at him.

Mechanical armor has extremely strong bulletproof and impact resistance, but the exoskeleton on the body surface does not. In order to keep the user's movements smooth, Lucius designed the exoskeleton to be thin and convenient, but correspondingly, its impact resistance became extremely poor.

Floyd's three shots all hit the elbow joint of the exoskeleton, successfully disabling one of the mechanical armor's arms.

Just as he was about to press his advantage, a grappling hook came hurtling towards him, shattering the scope and embedding itself in the concrete wall behind him. Had Floyd not reacted quickly, his head would have been pierced through along with the scope.

The grappling hook is just an appetizer for the mechanical bat; the real show is about to begin with its teleportation.

As a grappling hook enthusiast, Qin Wei knew exactly what the other party wanted to do. Dragging his battered body, he rushed forward and grabbed the mechanical bat's leg. Right now, all he had to do was stretch out his hand to grab the mechanical bat's lower back and destroy the AI ​​chip inside.

But soon, the opponent's merciless kick taught Qin Wei what "wishful thinking" meant.

Qin Wei's jaw was struck hard in an instant. Braces saved his teeth, but they couldn't save his poor jawbone.

The crisp, crackling sound echoed in his mind. Qin Wei, who had been kicked away, sighed helplessly, thinking that his handsome chin was probably doomed.

But Anatoly quickly recovered from the pain, grabbed the baton from Qin Wei, and began a second round of attacks on the mechanical bat.

Under Qin Wei's deliberate guidance, he heard the conversation between the two clearly. On one side was a newly acquainted comrade, and on the other side was the evil class that exploited the people. It goes without saying which side the KGB beast should stand on.

Socialistpunch rained down on its opponent like hailstones, carrying with it the biting Siberian winds, leaving the mechanical bats overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, the Death Shooter, hiding in the watchtower, seized the opportunity to unleash a barrage of attacks, successfully crippling one of his opponent's legs while running out of bullets.

At present, the dawn of victory is rising again behind the prison squad. As long as the momentum continues, even if the mechanical bats can withstand this fierce impact, Thomas, hidden in his armor, will not be able to.

But people always get tired, especially Anatoly, who is getting old. If he were ten years younger, he might have had the chance to skin and dismantle this armor. But now, after hammering for less than a minute, he was already panting heavily under his mask.

Floyd was even more desperate; he searched the entire watchtower but couldn't find a spare magazine.

The continued decline in the oppressive force gave the mechanical bat room to breathe, from passively taking hits to bending its arms to defend, until the final blow, when Anatoli's fist was caught by its palm.

With a snap, it broke its opponent's wrist.

Even so, the KGB beast did not stop fighting. When one hand was broken, he would switch to the other, while dragging his tired body and crashing into the mechanical bats.

He knew he couldn't back down; behind him lay the unconscious Qin Wei, his comrade. Even though they had only known each other for a short hour, their friendship was so fervent and pure.

Although Anatoly is a pathetic madman brainwashed by fragmented memories, and although his hands are stained with the blood of innocents, at this moment he is indeed running along that path, following the dazzling fire in his heart, burning with the brilliance of life.

"Aa3APaBCTByeTCOBTCKNCOO3!"

Before his opponent pierced his abdomen, he shouted that slogan once again.

The mechanical bat found his spine, pinched it, and snapped it, causing the tall Anatoly to fall.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed across the sky, and the torrential rain, which had paused for a while, began to pour down on the earth again. The dust that had been flying in the battlefield was suppressed and buried, leaving only the messy raindrops stirring the sand and gravel, extinguishing the once raging blood and flames.

Thomas Jr., embedded in the wall; Qin Wei, knocked unconscious; Anatoli, who died tragically; and Death Shooter, clutching a fire poker and filled with despair.

This battle seems to have come to a complete end.

James Gordon, hiding in the corner, gripped the steering wheel tightly and slowly pressed his foot on the accelerator.

Qin Wei assigned him the task of driving everyone away after the mission, but it seems that no one can escape the clutches of the mechanical bats.

Although the probability of his formidable foe being hit by the prison bus was almost zero, Gordon still wanted to give it a try, since death was nothing new to him.

Just as he was about to turn the key and launch a desperate charge, a human-shaped fire suddenly lit up at the prison entrance, catching the old man's attention.

Despite the torrential rain, the flames showed no signs of going out; instead, they burned even more intensely.

"It's time for me to atone for the mistakes I've made, Diablo, the vengeful demon. You'll help me as always, won't you?"

Chato snapped his fingers, and the soaring flames condensed behind him, gradually transforming into a crimson demonic phantom.

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