Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 640 Massacre
"Do you think you are heroes? Hahaha, you are just playthings in our hands!"

The members of the Clown Gang were grinning ferociously, their eyes revealing madness and cruelty, as if they were completely immersed in the pleasure of destruction and killing.

The weapons in their hands shone with a cold light, as if declaring their cruelty and ruthlessness.

However, just when they thought they had won, Batman was quietly hiding in the darkness, observing everything.

He didn't move, didn't make any sound, and seemed to blend in with the darkness around him. His figure loomed in the moonlight, like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for the best time to attack.

Batman wears a black cape, like a ghost in the night.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, staring closely at the members of the Clown Gang through the darkness. His heartbeat was steady and strong, like an experienced hunter waiting for his prey to appear.

He knew that he couldn't act rashly and had to wait for the right time to deal a fatal blow to the Scarecrow and the Clown Gang.

Suddenly, gunfire erupted from the falling aircraft, and six gunshots were fired almost in one continuous blast. Six bullets accurately hit the heads of six members of the Clown Gang. Their bodies fell instantly, and their blood stained the ground red.

This scene silenced the entire Arkham Asylum, as if time had frozen at this moment.

The surrounding area was filled with a strong smell of medicine and a disgusting stench, making people frown involuntarily. However, Luther didn't seem to notice it. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, looking for potential threats.

Suddenly, a group of mental patients rushed out from all directions, holding various weapons and firing wildly at Luther. Gunshots, screams, and shouts came one after another, and the entire insane asylum seemed to be caught in a vortex of chaos.

"Tonight, the Terminator will end everything!"

"I like him, not like Bat-Head!"

The clown said loudly, his laughter echoing in the night air, making it particularly harsh.

As soon as Luther stepped into the door of Arkham Asylum, a cold breath hit his face.

The eyepieces of his mask lit up with golden light, like two bright stars, shining in the darkness.

Wearing a black and gold tight-fitting suit, he looked like a warrior emerging from hell. His figure looked particularly tall and mighty in the firelight, and every step seemed to be stepping on everyone's hearts.

The owner of that figure said calmly.

However, Luther was like a towering mountain. He stood unscathed and allowed the attacks of the mental patients to fall on him.

His armor was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the flames licked his body, but he was unscathed, which was daunting.

The Scarecrow stood on the sidelines and marveled. He was glad that he did not act rashly, otherwise it would be bad if he was shot in the head by this Terminator from a long distance away.

Although his voice was low, it was full of determination and strength. His eyes swept over everyone present, as if he wanted to see through their souls.

In the fire, a figure slowly walked out.

The clown held the binoculars and looked at this scene with a smile. There was a look of surprise on his face, but then he turned wild and laughed.

There seemed to be an invisible shield on his body, blocking all attacks.

"It seems that you don't understand what real power is."

Luther said coldly, with a kind of disdain and ridicule in his voice. Indeed, there are many mental patients in Arkham Asylum who have special abilities or powerful abilities.

Some of them were imprisoned because they were too crazy, and some were imprisoned because they had some kind of power that was not understood by the world. However, in front of Luther, they seemed so vulnerable.

It is not illegal to kill people with mental illness, so many "mental patients" are in Arkham Asylum, and the other place is Blackgate Prison.

But even the Joker Gang showed up, and it seemed normal. The incident this time might be that the gangs in Gotham City who were swept away by the Terminator and the people from the Court of Owls couldn't sit still, and planned to solve it through Arkham Asylum. Drop the terminator!
I have to say, it’s very imaginative and fits Luther’s stereotype of American comics.

For example, the Flash, whose speed is comparable to the speed of light or even faster than light, has been caught more than once.

Probably, they have been playing low-end rounds so much that they now think they are imbeciles who will be dealt with by the madmen from Arkham Asylum.

Luther had both guns in hand, he pulled the trigger, and a hail of bullets erupted instantly.

Golden bullets and silver bullets intertwined to form a deadly barrage.

Every bullet hit the target accurately, knocking down the mental patients one by one.

"Dong dong dong dong dong————"

The sound of gunshots echoed in the asylum, each shot accompanied by the fall of a patient.

Their bodies trembled under the penetration of bullets, and blood poured out from the wounds, staining the ground red.

However, Luther did not stop.

He continued to pull the trigger, and the bullets in both guns seemed to be endless, shooting out continuously. There was no pity or hesitation in his eyes, only the pursuit of power and the ruthlessness towards the enemy.

The medical staff and patients inside Arkham Asylum screamed in terror and fled in all directions. However, Luther did not spare any enemy. His figure moved through the asylum, and every movement was accompanied by a burst of gunfire.

Those mental patients who tried to resist seemed so powerless in front of Luther.

His two twin guns are the largest caliber Desert Eagles, one gold and one silver!
Solid gold version of Desert Eagle and silver alloy Desert Eagle.
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When the 50AE is fired from the 6-inch barrel of the Sand Eagle, the kinetic energy is about 2000 joules, which is roughly the same as the kinetic energy of the AK47. However, since the .50AE is basically a bullet that is easy to expand and deform when it enters the body, and the kinetic energy is transmitted more directly, it is The last shot of this thing is worse than a shot from a rifle.

Luther held on to the trigger, and the two infinite-bullet Desert Eagles each output ten bullets per second, which really knocked down a large group of people in front of him in an instant.

Now this group of mental patients have intuitively experienced this feeling firsthand.

Without a bulletproof vest, being shot was worse than being bitten by a wild animal. There was only a hole on the surface of the body, but a large gash opened on the back, and the swollen flesh exploded and splashed in all directions.

Then these mentally ill people ran away in fear.

"If you actually know how to be afraid, then you are not mentally ill at all!"

Luther said immediately.

There are also those who don't run, Luther can kill them with one shot.

"How dare you pretend to be a mental patient? You must not be a mental patient!"

(End of this chapter)