Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 159 Underground Firefight

Different from the previous dark and narrow passage, what appeared in front of Terry and Batman at the end of the long spiral staircase was a huge dome-style palace.

Dozens of marble columns that require at least three people to embrace are the load-bearing beams of this underground palace. The smooth floor is engraved with holy ancient Greek-style painting patterns. Under the semicircular dome, there is a circle protruding from the wall. corridor.

Such an exaggerated architectural style brought varying degrees of shock to Terry and Batman. Although neither of them were considered civilians, the scene in front of them at this moment was considered rare in their lives.

"Is this place really built during the colonial era?"

Terry's muffled voice came from under the mask. He held the sword in one hand and the flashlight in the other hand, shining in a circle around the corridor beside the dome.

"It looks like a Corinthian design. The extant true Corinthian columns exist at the ruins of the Temple of Zeus in Greece, but due to the blaze of war, only fourteen of the more than a hundred remain."

The history knowledge gift package that Hei packed and sent to Bai before worked. Although he had not even listened to a history lesson properly, when the light of the flashlight passed through the buttercup leaf pattern decoration on the top of the stone pillars, the corresponding knowledge would Automatically mapped out in Bai's mind.

"It seems that the Court of Owls is metaphorically describing its status in Gotham as that of the god-king Zeus, possessing arbitrary and arbitrary power to rule."

Unlike Terry, who has always focused on the artistic design of the entire dome palace, Batman basically squats at the bottom of the stone pillars to observe whether there is anything left for analysis in the places most likely to hide dirt and evil. trace.

However, after hearing Terry's muttering, Batman took the time to snort to express his disdain.

"So you are really in another world?"

"It's a pity that we basically don't have such tricky criminals who are obsessed with art. Compared with Gotham, most of the characters we can encounter can only be solved with fists and kicks."

The environment here was so dark that even Batman, who was accustomed to nocturnal activities, couldn't help but talk a little more to relieve his spirits. The two figures disappeared into the newly opened secret door one after another. .

"Why don't you believe it yet? Is it necessary to be so paranoid?"

Batman stood up and silently counted a few curves along the pattern on the floor, then walked towards the corresponding marble pillar, leaned down and groped for a while, and pressed a movable blade at the bottom of the stone pillar.

A group of people dressed in different costumes noisily came out of another secret door. They were all frustrated people who wanted to officially join the clown gang. They were holding pistols and flashlights in their hands, and they were all in a high state of nervousness. in the state.

"Are these conspirators who only dare to hide underground? In the words of the ancient Roman architect Vitruvius, people who can appreciate the Corinthian style are all hypocritical sissies and bitches."

"How did you do it? This is knowledge that is not in the book."

"Damn it! I finally don't have to take the stairs. What kind of bastard would like to live so deep underground?"

"Look, those rich people spend all their money on places like this. I swear to build such a piece of land, the cost will probably be no less than sending a satellite to the sky."

Terry clicked his tongue as he listened to the sound of heavy stone grinding coming from his three o'clock direction.

About ten minutes after Terry and Batman left this hall, whose specific function was unknown, the corridor under the dome suddenly became lively.

"Haha, I just don't know if these sissies and bitches are still alive now. There should be other passages here, right? People from the Court of Owls wouldn't eat, drink, and have sex in a hall like this."

"Yes, I have found it."

"If you have fought against the Riddler, you will find that relying solely on the knowledge you can learn from books is not enough. For a long time, that guy has been very keen on designing institutions that imitate classical architecture and artistic styles."

"Let's leave quickly. The smell of blood here is so strong that I can't breathe."

A thin man shrank into a ball tremblingly. His mental state was somewhat similar to Bill's, but his symptoms were milder. He couldn't see the moving pieces of flesh, and could only smell an inexplicable smell of blood throughout the process.

"Bah! How can there be such a timid guy like you? There is no smell of blood here!" The other man with a big waist and a round beard took a sip on the ground. He obviously didn't believe what this man said. He only felt that the other man had some psychological problems. .

"I swear everything I said is true! I'm afraid it's really dangerous here. Let's go back quickly!"

The thin man almost cried. He didn't understand why other friends around him said that he was too timid and insane. In his sense of smell, the rich smell of blood that was enough to trigger genetic vigilance almost made him urinate. They were all scared out of their wits.

In fact, Big Beard is not as brave as he appears. In fact, he is very nervous inside and can only cover up his inner fear through frequent swear words and violence.

He took a sharp breath, raised his fat palm and struck the man on the head.

"The air here doesn't smell at all. Damn rich people must always have housekeepers come and clean it - it's such a boring and disgusting thing."

The bearded man who was obviously the leader of the group raised his flashlight and shot down. He also saw the exquisite lines on the floor, but his shallow brain could not understand the meaning of those lines.

"The mission requires us to bring back the drawing of the underground maze. This place obviously has nothing to do with the shit maze. Let's continue going down."

"Don't go! We really can't go any further!"

The thin man sat down on the ground. To be honest, if it weren't for a large group of people hugging him, he would have wanted to return halfway up the spiral staircase.

There was a trace of violence in the bearded eyes. Just when he walked up to the man and was about to teach this guy who had been causing fear to them all the way, a cold voice came from the opposite side of the circular corridor.

A group of thugs wearing black masks, who were obviously more organized than a mixed bunch like them, walked out of the secret door on the other side with submachine guns. They were all professional gangsters working for a living under the black mask, and they were mentally stable. Sex is also much higher.

The leader among them held up a short-handled submachine gun, pointed it at the bearded man from a distance, and warned the opponent coldly.

"You should really get up here, because this place belongs to Black Mask."

Black Mask?

For the members of these mental clown gangs, if they hear the name of such a professional gangster, they may not even have time to hide.

But for some reason, the fear suppressed by the dark environment along the way turned into unreasonable anger at this moment. The bearded eyes were unconsciously infected with terrible blood lines, and he raised his hand and went to A shot was fired in the opposite direction, and he was yelling curses.

"Shit Black Mask! This place should belong to the Clown Gang!"

Although the line of sight was blocked by darkness and the diameter of the circular corridor was too long, the shot was fired very crookedly, and the bullet floated diagonally upward, shattering the acanthus leaf relief leaves of the Corinthian columns, but the sudden gunfire still sounded. The tense nerves of both sides were instantly broken, and gunfire erupted in the dome hall.

There was a sudden burst of gunfire in such a secluded place, and Batman and Terry, who had not gone far, could naturally hear it.

"Oh, it seems that those two groups happened to meet in the hall we passed by just now."

"Why...why did you lure the Clown Gang and Black Mask down?"

Batman seemed to want to look back.

"I can't tell you the main purpose, but from a secondary effect, if there is really something alive down here, we won't be the first ones to suffer."

Just as Terry said, the sudden noise finally alerted the real owner who was currently entrenched underground. In the darkness, the terrifying figure began to become active and quickly approached in the direction of the gunfire.

(End of this chapter)