American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 799 The battle for farm inheritance officially begins!
When several people were looking at each other in bewilderment as to how they had ended up in this haunted place, a voice suddenly rang out.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Hey, everyone, hello!"

Gwen suddenly appeared from behind the crowd, holding a microphone in her hand, wearing full armor and Gwen's pink and white superhero uniform.

"Ahem, welcome everyone. I'm sure you all know that you're here for a child in need."

Gwen took the microphone and spoke to everyone.

"What? It was you who did this, Gwen!"

Seeing Gwen's asking-for-a-beaten look, Riven immediately realized that it was Gwen who had brought these people here.

Wei asked her in confusion: "What kind of child do you mean by a child who needs help?"

"Ahem, this matter is not complicated. It is a wish of a dying child. His wish is to see his favorite superheroes, especially those with the last name of Patrick, fight each other to see who will be the winner. Only the winner can leave here and reunite with his father, Peter, and he will be given the title of 'Peter Patrick's proudest child'!"

Loki was slightly stunned, then frowned and asked her: "You said that the last time the Marvel Heroes Beach Volleyball was the wish of a dying child, and now there is another wish of a dying child, where did so many children come from?"

"this."

Gwen stuck out her tongue, then said seriously: "Okay, I admit it, that child is me. I am the dying child who needs help."

"And my last wish is to watch you fight in a bloodbath, and I'll join in too. And guess why? Because I'll win!"

After listening to Gwen's words, A'zu and others were all stunned.

No one expected that Gwen would actually organize a "Farm War" and even plan to participate in it herself.

Seeing her so confident, A Zu smiled scornfully.

Others also had a "you've got to be kidding me" expression.

Seeing that she was being looked down upon, Gwen felt insulted.

She narrowed her eyes, giving off an aura that she thought was dangerous.

"I've noticed that none of you ever take me seriously. You don't even consider me a threat."

"But I have trapped you here so that we can have a real fight and prove that you should be afraid of me."

"have you understood?"

Looking at the ferocious expression that Gwen pretended to have, Baobao couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"cluck"

Then the others started laughing too.

Gwen looked at this group of hateful members of Patrick's House, holding the microphone, and a dark resentment emanated from her whole body.

Seeing that Gwen was about to go berserk, Mark stepped forward and said to her: "You can't let us kill each other."

"No, of course I can. Be careful. I might be your biggest surprise!"

Gwen made a low sound, "I'm a little piece of trash, and I hate doing this kind of thing in my heart, but I have no choice because readers like to read it, otherwise the comics won't sell well."

She coughed and continued, "Here are the rules: You are now in a city without Batman. The law and order in this city, Gotham City, is seriously out of control. Gangs are rampant, Two-Face and Penguin are fighting each other, and the Robins are fighting against crime while fighting to decide who will inherit the mantle of Batman."

"Okay, now that I've covered the background, here are the rules. You can choose not to fight if you like, but I personally don't recommend it!"

Gwen said pretentiously, "The time is one week. Only the guy who gets the Batman cape in the end will win. Then he can go back to inherit the farm and live happily with his father."

"I've finished speaking, does anyone have any comments?"

Gwen looked around and asked everyone.

Star-Lord glanced at the rest of his brothers and sisters, each of whom had different expressions.

He has now begun to suspect that these "relatives" are planning to attack him behind his back.

Especially A-Zu, who looked like he might stab you in the back at any time.

After all, this girl has always wanted to inherit the farm and cares about her father very much.

And there is the dangerous Riven.

After trying to calm himself down, he said to Gwen, who was holding the microphone: "Look, kid, I must be the first to admit your initiative. Really, I admire you! But you do look like you're going crazy! What if someone gets hurt? Or someone loses?"

Gwen shrugged and said, "If someone falls to the ground, loses, or gives up the game, they will be immediately transferred to the outside of the venue for treatment. There is also a VIP ward. I put a lot of snacks there specially prepared. But you won't have the chance to go home this way."

"So you can really do this?"

Horus next to her asked her.

"Just wait and see, Little Wuming!"

Gwen coughed and was about to run away to avoid being beaten up when Boom raised his hand and asked, "Any other prizes?"

"Of course, Baobao, I have also prepared a large deposit for you, Tony Stark's super deposit! Tony Stark donated a large sum of money as a bonus."

Raven naturally didn't believe her nonsense, "Tony is so boring?"

"Of course, I will use my flashback ability to easily handle it."

Gwen snapped her fingers and a picture unfolded in front of everyone.

Gwen said to everyone, "This is a comic book out-of-frame plot that readers have never seen before. It happened in the eighth chapter of Civil War. These are Tony's last words before he passed out." As she spoke, Tony Stark on the screen grabbed Spider-Man's hand and said to him in a difficult tone, "Leave Gwen a ridiculous amount of cash."

Seeing what Gwen did, Riven and the others were all silent.

Not only can this girl travel through different dimensional worlds and trap everyone here, but she can also rewrite reality?

"Okay, I've finished explaining the rules. I'm leaving now. Good luck to you all."

After saying this, Sergeant Gwen disappeared in a flash.

After Gwen disappeared, they looked at each other and became wary of each other.

Because no one knows what the other party is thinking, everyone treats the other party as a target of vigilance.

Gotham City, night.

Gotham's rain always turns thick at midnight.

Dick Grayson crouched in the hollow of the gargoyle's neck, the black baton spinning between his fingers.

In his sight, in the alley below, several dark figures were pressing the convenience store owner against the rusty fire escape, and a switchblade was casting bright spots of light in the neon lights.

Since Batman disappeared, the security in the city has become worse and worse, and these criminals have become more and more unscrupulous.

"Final warning, old man."

The scarred man in the lead thrust the blade between the man's fingers and said, "The protection fee will be doubled next month."

As soon as the scarred man finished speaking, the sound of glass breaking suddenly came from above his head.

When they looked up, they saw only the blue afterimage formed by the rain.

"Oh!"

A dull sound was heard, and Nightwing's knee struck the gunman's chin first.

Before the blood spurted out by the opponent's backward movement hit the ground, Dick had already used the force to jump into the air, and with his legs he wrapped his arms around the second thug's neck and flipped him in the air.

The dull thud of the other person's back hitting the ground, mixed with the sound of rain, vibrated in everyone's ears.

"good evening."

Dick landed on the lid of the trash can, and the vibration of the short stick hitting the metal lid echoed through the alley. "Who wants to be a human bowling ball?"

The scarred man was the first to react. He roared and pulled out his shotgun.

But Nightwing's short stick had already whistled and hit his wrist.

Amid the crisp sound of broken wrist bones, Dick leaned forward and accurately hit the opponent's ribs with his left elbow - the feeling of broken ribs came to him through his combat suit.

The fat man on the right swung the chain across, but Nightwing swung along the chain to the wall, and used his boot heel to push against the wall to dive.

While diving, he grabbed the end of the chain and pulled it, and the opponent's 200-pound body slammed into the corner full of cardboard boxes.

Rotting tomatoes in a dumpster exploded on impact.

"Remind your boss," Dick stepped on the chained man's neck, put the tip of the short stick behind his ear, and said coldly, "This is not the place for you to commit crimes."

Seeing Nightwing being so arrogant, the scarred man gritted his teeth and shouted, "Kill him!"

After hearing Scarface's voice, the two of them pounced on Nightwing at the same time.

Daggers and steel pipes formed a killing net in the rain curtain.

Nightwing leaned back to avoid the straight blade, and when the back of his head was almost touching the ground, he suddenly bounced up and kicked the knife holder in the jaw with an inverted hook.

The guy he hit flew half a meter into the air with a "bang", and his head was embedded in the iron frame of the fire escape above his head.

The man with the pole took the opportunity to chop him on the top of his head, but Dick blocked it with his short stick.

As sparks flew, Nightwing slid along the pole and slammed his forehead into the other's nose.

"Boom!"

With a dull sound of his nose being shattered, he grabbed the enemy by the collar and threw him over his shoulder into a puddle.

"Free teaching," he shook off the blood on the tip of his stick, "Never fight in Robin Hood Avenue - especially when there is a vengeful flying man here."

Then the convenience store owner's exclamation made him turn around abruptly.

The scarred man got up at some point, holding the shotgun against the trembling old man's temple: "Throw away the stick! Otherwise I'll smash it to pieces."

The next second, the scarred man's voice stopped abruptly.

Nightwing's short stick flew out of his hand as the opponent opened his mouth, and the spinning weapon accurately hit the gun component half an inch behind the trigger.

The shotgun disintegrated into parts in an instant, and Nightwing leaped over and kicked the thug into the trash can with a roundhouse kick.

As the metal lid of the box swung shut, he caught the short stick that fell from the air and tapped the box gently: "You are not worthy of negotiating terms with me."

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Applause came from behind, and a clear female voice came to Nightwing.

"Good skills!"

(End of this chapter)