"Ah, ah, ah..."
Adam retreated continuously, waving his arms wildly, groaning in agony.
The skin on his body was visibly corroding, quickly revealing fresh red flesh, and then, as the corrosion spread, chunks of that flesh fell from Adam's body.
Soon, Adam collapsed to the ground, his cries gradually fading. His flesh turned into a pulp, slowly sliding onto the ground, leaving behind only a skeletal frame, still sizzling and emitting white smoke.
"You have killed a combatant (Biotech Civilization World)."
"Due to the first-time completion of a kill on a combatant from a Biotech Civilization World, you have been rewarded: Initial Gene Modification Cell Fluid x1."
"You have obtained two fragments of the God Stone."
Bai Ye looked at the white bones not far away and the glowing messages before him. He finally let out a sigh of relief, shifting his gaze from Adam's corpse. He lay back, looking at the ceiling, and gasped for air.
He almost died!
The feeling of survival was truly wonderful!
After resting for a moment and catching his breath, Bai Ye pushed himself up from the ground and walked towards the bank's main entrance.
This time, no one could stop Bai Ye.
Limping to the other side of the street, Bai Ye pulled open the car door and got in.
"Drive," the Penguin shouted at the driver, then looked at Bai Ye and chuckled, "You look a bit worse for wear than I imagined."
"So what?" Bai Ye casually took out the laser engraving plate and tossed it to the Penguin. "As long as I have the goods, that's all that matters!"
The Penguin's eyes lit up with excitement. He took the laser engraving plate and quickly examined it.
"That's right, this is what I wanted."
The next instant...
"You have assisted the Penguin in obtaining the laser printing plate from the Lex Bank vault, earning a reward: 3 million x1, Sin Value x100, Carrier Pigeon x1."
Bai Ye looked at the Penguin and said, "So, our transaction is complete, right?"
The Penguin nodded. "Yes, it's complete. You did a beautiful job..."
Before the Penguin could finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly widened, and he looked down at his chest, where a short knife was plunged.
Incredulously, the Penguin looked up at Bai Ye again.
Bai Ye ignored the Penguin, drew out the renowned blade "Blood Drinker," and then forcefully stabbed it into the Penguin's chest again.
Several more thrusts followed until the Penguin gasped his last breath. The driver, clearly seeing everything in the rearview mirror, froze in shock. By the time he snapped out of it and tried to stop the car to escape, it was already too late.
Bai Ye suddenly lunged, grabbing the driver's clothes from behind and yanking him back, before plunging a knife into his neck.
Without a driver, the car began to lose control, and then...
*Bang!*
The car veered onto the sidewalk, crashed through a guardrail, and slammed into a wall. The hood flew open, emitting black smoke.
Bai Ye opened the car door and stepped out, watching as the Penguin's henchmen's car stopped behind him. He casually pulled out a grenade, pulled the pin, and rolled it onto the ground.
*Boom!*
The roar of an explosion echoed, and a fiery inferno erupted.
In an instant, it swallowed both the car and its occupants.
Bai Ye leaned against the car, took out a cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and then slowly walked forward along the street.
Why kill the Penguin?
Because his usefulness ended with the mission, and besides...
Bai Ye needed blood.
Blood Drinker (When in combat, after dealing damage to a target, it will absorb the target's blood to recover the user's injuries and stamina.)
This was the effect of the renowned blade "Blood Drinker." Killing the Penguin, while not enough to heal Bai Ye's current injuries, would at least provide some relief.
Therefore, Bai Ye killed him.
Under the night sky, Bai Ye's figure soon disappeared.
...
Crime City, Investigation Bureau!
Director Gordon, his head wrapped in bandages, smoked a cigarette, silently contemplating the ruins before him.
After an unknown period, Gordon stood up, left the bustling Investigation Bureau, walked across the street, entered a building, and took the elevator to the top floor.
The night wind blew, carrying a chill.
Gordon approached a searchlight, pulled off the black cloth covering it, and then switched it on.
The searchlight was aimed at the sky, and beneath the beam, the imprint of a bat appeared in the air.
Gordon took out his cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and waited silently.
After some time, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Gordon: "What do you want with me?"
Gordon turned around. Standing in the shadows was a powerfully built man.
The man wore a black form-fitting suit, a black cape, his muscles sharply defined, and a black bat-shaped cowl covered most of his face, leaving only his mouth visible.
Batman, the most paradoxical existence in Crime City.
Some called him a hero, for he continuously fought criminals and protected Crime City, and those he saved revered him as the last light of this city.
However, in the eyes of others, like Gordon, this man was also a criminal.
Yes, a criminal!
Because Batman also challenged order.
If everyone were to solve problems with their fists like Batman, this city would sooner or later collapse. Even though this man consistently did good deeds, Gordon still felt it was wrong.
Order should be built on rules and authority, not on fists.
But, Gordon no longer possessed authority.
The last vestiges of the city's authority had been shattered by Bai Ye.
Gordon didn't beat around the bush. "Have you heard about what happened at the Investigation Bureau?"
Batman nodded. "I have."
Gordon continued, "I detest you. While your existence makes our job easier, I never believe your actions are beneficial to this city. However, this time I must seek your help."
Batman replied, "Catch him, is that it?"
Gordon nodded. "Yes, we must catch that madman. If he remains at large, our credibility in this city will be severely challenged. No one will trust us anymore, and people will only choose to flee in the face of crime. Perhaps, at this very moment, this city indeed needs a hero to appear. Even though I detest you, I must admit that you can accomplish what I cannot."
Batman asked, "Do you have any leads?"
"Some, but not many," Gordon said. "I don't know his age, his appearance, or his height and weight. I was completely defeated this time. However, I spoke with him on the phone, and my phone has an automatic recording function, so I recorded the conversation."
As Gordon spoke, he placed a USB drive on the ground.
"His voice is my only lead," Gordon said. "Can you find him?"
Batman pondered for a moment, then replied, "I'll try."
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