A police car, blaring its piercing siren, had just turned the corner. Before it could see what was going on in front of it, a trash can flew over and hit the front window heavily. With a "creak", this poor police car drifted on the road while staring at a piece of garbage. The tires slid on the ground, sending out traces of green smoke, and lay across the road. The two police officers in the car almost rolled and climbed out of the car from the other side. The other police cars following behind also hurriedly stopped on both sides of the road. "Oh my god, what is that?" While all the police officers were stunned, a masked man in red and green was fighting inextricably with a black-haired man. The masked man's jumping ability was astonishing, and his hands could continuously shoot out sections of white, spider-like things, which he used to fly around in the air. The black-haired man had amazing strength and thick skin. No matter how many times he was knocked down by the opponent, he could always stand up again quickly. Without the restrictions of the iron cage, Peter could finally use his strengths. There is no need to compete with Downey in combat skills. With the help of spider silk, he can engage in guerrilla warfare around Downey. It's a pity that after Downey was controlled by Bart again, his physical fitness improved a bit compared to when he was in the iron cage. In the iron cage, Peter was unable to defeat Downey in a short period of time, and now it is even more impossible. And because of Donnie's restraint, Peter relaxed his attention on Bart, so Bart successfully escaped back to the apartment without knowing what he was doing. Seeing the inhuman battle scene between Peter and Downey, the police officers armed only with small pistols didn't know what to do. They could only seal off the surrounding areas, evacuate the crowd, and then desperately call for support from above. There is no way, after all, there are no superheroes showing up yet, and the police officers are not used to dealing with these abnormal guys. Fortunately, a superior quickly took over. A bright red sports car sped over, nimbly shuttled between police cars, and rushed to the front of the convoy in the blink of an eye. Then the car door opened, and a pair of slender legs stretched out, attracting the attention of all the men nearby. Tina didn't care about the fiery looks from around her. She twisted her waist, held a loudspeaker, stepped forward on her high heels, and then shouted: "You bastard, I ordered the shrimps." Where are the dumplings?" Peter's hands trembled and he almost fell from the air. He barely dodged Donnie's punch and shouted without looking back, "Sister, is this the time to discuss this issue?" "Of course," Tina put her hands on her hips and shook her thighs in an unladylike manner, "Let me remind you, kid, because you didn't deliver the food in time, someone missed lunch, which caused the blood pressure to rise and the temper to become irritable. "It's gone." Peter took a moment to glance at it, and his heart couldn't help but feel sudden. Just Tina, no Sherron. Is it true that as Tina said, Sherron was angry? Just when Peter was feeling uneasy, Sherron had already sneaked into the apartment building. He knew better than Peter that compared to Donnie, who was like a mad dog, the short and fat Bart was more dangerous. The pungent smell of blood filled the dim apartment corridor. Xie Lun carried hk416 and carefully searched the apartment building. Soon he discovered that a room on the first floor had been violently knocked open. When he carefully looked around, he saw an old lady with white hair dripping with blood lying in the room. The body had been disemboweled and it was obvious that he could no longer die. Xie Lun squinted his eyes, and he could tell at a glance that the heart of the corpse had been dug out. With his finger on the trigger, he slowly walked inside and saw Bart in the small living room with his back to him, kneeling on the coffee table, kowtowing and murmuring. There is a plate on the glass coffee table. The heart of the heart that has just been dug out in the plate is still beating "bang bang". "You beast, raise your hands," Sherron raised his gun and said coldly. "Hehehehe" Bart let out an eerie laugh. In the midst of laughter, he slowly turned his head, revealing a pair of bloody holes. His eyes were gone. Just like the previous victims. "Young man, you are too curious. Don't forget, curiosity will kill the cat." Bart's voice was strange, sharp and harsh, as if he was pinching his throat with his fingers. "You're not Bart," Sherron raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted: "Then you respect your name." "Hey," Bart didn't answer directly, but still made that harsh and strange laugh, "Take Donnie and come to Gotham." I'll wait for you here." Sherron sneered: "Gotham City is very big, let's meet somewhere." "When you get to Gotham, I will contact you." "Yeah, it sounds like an underground joint, What a pity." Xie Lun suddenly pulled the trigger and opened a third bloody hole in Bart's face. "Why?" Although there was a hole in his forehead, Bart was not dead yet, he was just a little surprised. "It's nothing, I just hate being threatened." Sherron shrugged and poured all the bullets on Bart without hesitation. Bart's fat body was like a plastic bag in the strong wind, twitching, twisting and shaking crazily. But even as the blood and flesh were flying, Bart still let out a sharp laugh: "It's useless, young man, come to Gotham to face your destiny. Remember, take Donnie with you, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences, hahaha." In Crazy In the midst of laughter, Bart's body shattered into pieces. Seeing that something was wrong, Xie Lun immediately flew out of the living room to avoid being showered with blood flying in the sky. Seeing that the living room was covered with a layer of flesh and blood, Xie Lun covered his nose and was about to turn around and leave. However, as soon as he turned around, a ball of blood mist sprayed out from the mirror hanging on the wall next to him and shot toward Sherren. But just when the blood mist touched Xie Lun, a layer of faint white light appeared in front of Xie Lun, and with a shrill scream, the blood mist and the white light melted away at the same time. Xie Lun turned to look at the mirror calmly, only to see that he was not reflected in the mirror, but instead a black shadow completely condensed by black mist emerged. "How is that possible?" Youyan's voice echoed in the air. Xie Lun grinned and laughed loudly, rolled up his sleeves, unbuttoned his clothes, and unbuttoned his shirt: "I have God on my left, Buddha on my right, and Taoist ancestor of the Three Pure Ones in my heart. Hallelujah protects my whole body. The universe is in the palm of Bagua." There are more than a dozen strings of Buddhist beads of different sizes on Xie Lun's wrist, and strings of crosses, statues of Mary, jade Buddhas, unicorns, and Guanyin statues hung around his neck. It weighs several dozen kilograms, and it hangs around the neck like this without fear of protruding cervical vertebrae from the pressure. What's even more ridiculous is that Xie Lun's blouse actually has a round of Tai Chi Bagua diagram sewn on the lining, and an amulet is drawn with cinnabar on his chest. This was not over yet. In front of the shadow, Xie Lun took out a bottle of holy water, unscrewed the cork, looked up to the sky and drank it in one gulp. After wiping his mouth, Xie Lun burped: "Grandson or granddaughter, I am the protector of all gods, and all the magics are gathered together, what else can you do to me?" There was a muffled "bang", and the mirror turned into powder.