Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 242: Gotham Master, Bruce Yu

The night fog in Gotham Port, wrapped in the salty smell of the sea, lingers among the jungle of rusted containers at the third pier.

Bruce Yu's crocodile leather boots rolled over a fat Guangdong specialty. He looked at his watch - 23:47, seventeen minutes later than the agreed time.

“Are you the ‘collector’ on the forum?”

A scarred man with gold teeth walked out of the shadows. On his right index finger was a twisted copper ring with the Penguin Gang's umbrella-shaped pattern engraved on the ring.

The hem of his coat was stained with the unique stench of the fish market. His left hand was always in his pocket, and the outline of the gun barrel was faintly visible under the fabric.

Yu's Sharingan emitted a barely detectable golden light in the darkness. In a container twenty meters behind Scarface, several gunmen with tachycardia were gasping for breath against the iron sheet.

Further away, there was a sniper chewing tobacco in the crane driver's seat, with the crosshairs already locked on his temple.

"Where are the goods?" asked Bruce Yu.

Scarface snapped his fingers, and two thugs dragged over a lead-gray metal box.

A strange green light seeped out from the seams of the box, creating a poisonous miasma-like mist in the humid air.

When the lid of the box was opened, a prismatic ore was exposed to the moonlight, its surface covered with honeycomb-like natural corrosion holes.

"Kryptonite crystals with a purity of 99.9%." Scarface picked up the ore with tweezers, and green light flowed between his missing front teeth. "Even the Luthor Group can't get this kind of quality. You are lucky. We like to do business with locals. Here it is for you."

Uchiha Yu just glanced at it indifferently, then smiled and said: "When you adulterated the uranium ore, didn't you consider that the gamma rays would burn through the lead lining?

"What! What do you mean!? I don't understand what you are talking about!" Scarface suddenly stepped back, his exposed expression could not deceive anyone.

"I was just kidding, but I was very dissatisfied with your performance. So it must be true, right?"

As he spoke, he bent down and flicked a little green powder next to the box with his index finger. "Fluorescent powder? You guys are so perfunctory even when it comes to counterfeiting?"

"Fuck!" Scar took two steps back. "What I said is true! Leave the money! Otherwise, your life will be in danger!"

Bruce Yu laughed. "You're angry and rob me? Since you're a local, don't you know who I am?"

"boom!"

The group of people didn't give Bruce Yu a chance to speak, they just raised their hands and opened fire!

In the 0.1 second when the bolt was pulled, the second-order gene lock burst open!

Although his current physical strength makes him immune to firearms, there is no guarantee what kind of high-tech equipment the Gotham gangs will come up with.

With their observation Haki fully activated, the trajectories of the seven gunmen's bullets unfolded like slow motion!

When the first bullet grazed his ear, the tip of his fist had already dug into the scarred man's diaphragm!

“Third intercostal space.”

The finger bone pierced through the scarred man's chest, and the next second Bruce Yu appeared in front of a gunman behind a container!

Just clap your hands!
"Click!"

The cervical vertebra was directly broken!

A guy with pretty good reaction had just fired the shotgun, and his Mangekyō Sharingan instantly analyzed the distribution of shrapnel. He rushed through the gap in the barrage of bullets, leaving an afterimage, and his bloody fingertips clasped the throat of the shooter.

The crisp sound of the broken tibia resonated with the screams of seagulls, and Yu stepped on the twitching body and looked up into the sky.

The moment the reflection from the sniper scope pierced his pupil, his body suddenly rippled, and the bullet penetrated the virtual image he left behind!
Clone technique!
Bruce Yu appeared in front of the crane cabin door at a height of 100 meters, and tore open the cockpit iron door with his bare hands. The sniper was stunned! Before he could react, the index finger that pulled the trigger was broken by Bruce Yu!

The sniper was sweating profusely from the pain: "No! Don't kill me! My boss is Penguin!"

"Oh? Then I'll go get some Q coins to spend."

The sound of the Batmobile's turbine engine tore through the thick fog, and as the searchlight poles swept across the twisted human bodies on the ground, Bruce Yu was wiping the blood from his knuckles with Scarface's suit.

Seventeen gang members lay in the shadow of the container in strange postures, like green and yellow toy soldiers with their joints broken by children.

"You said you don't kill people." Batman's vocal processor made a low sound like sandpaper friction.

Yu swung the aluminum briefcase at the hood of the Batmobile, "They were the ones attacking me, I was just defending myself, I have to set some rules for the Gotham black market, the local gangs are so rude!"

Batman looked at the gang members all over the ground and felt a little angry.

But Batman's usual approach is no different from Bruce Yu's, the only difference is that Bruce Yu's hands are heavier.

Because he couldn't defeat Bruce Yu, Batman could only watch Bruce Yu leave.

"gone."

Batman suddenly looked up and saw a man struggling to survive on the container. He flew over with his grappling gun and asked, "What are the terms of the deal?"

"Green stone." The gunman gasped in pain.

Batman frowned, and the gunman coughed twice: "Bat. Can you help me call an ambulance?"

When Bruce Yu pushed open the gilded door, the pianist was playing Debussy's "Moonlight".

There are more blond and blue-eyed foreign horses here than fruit plates, and the men are all dressed like celebrities.

This is a club specially opened by the Penguin People in order to whitewash themselves and package themselves as upper-class people.

At the door, two black bodyguards were surprised to see Bruce Yu open the door by himself, and immediately came forward.

"Sir, we are a VIP only place here. If you don't have an invitation, please leave immediately. Thank you."

A golden light flashed in his strange eyes, and the two bodyguards stood there in a daze, allowing Bruce Yu to walk in.

He stopped in front of the neon-lit punching strength testing machine, and the electronic screen showed the "987-pound" record set by an unknown person.

“Too light.”

The second stage of the gene lock was suddenly activated, and the muscle fibers were tightened like steel cables. The moment the fist left the sensing area, the alloy bracket made a dying metal groan, and the sparks from the exploding display screen and the alarm sounded at the same time!
"boom!!!"

The machine exploded!

Now, the dashboard will be frozen in the red light of "ERROR" forever.

Two drunk men passing by thought they were drunk, so they rubbed their eyes, walked up, and imitated the punch. Looking at the numbers that went off the charts, the two men boasted to each other that they were now strong enough to kill a cow.

Before the cigar smokers in the billiard hall could recover from the loud noise, Bruce had already walked towards the snooker table carrying a maple cue.

The kaleidoscope's golden magatama was spinning in the iris, and the cue ball's impact path was completely calculated. Every time he hit the ball, he would score at least two goals. It looked powerful, but it was just right so as not to hit the billiard ball out.

However, the table could not withstand the continuous impact, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the green velvet surface. When the last black ball fell into the pocket, the oak table top collapsed.
The people at the other tables were stunned, but they didn't think much about it. They just thought that the quality of the tables might not be up to standard, and didn't think much about anything else.

"Huh? Why doesn't anyone come and cause trouble for me?" Bruce Yu looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he simply ran to the next place to cause damage.

The hot blondes in the roulette area suddenly fell silent.

The chips that Bruce was playing with on his fingertips turned into a calculable parabola in his observation Haki, and every bounce was a mockery of probability.

“Number 17, odd, black.”

When the ivory ball fell accurately into the position he predicted for the ninth time, the dealer wearing the emerald ring suddenly convulsed and fell to the ground - under the effect of the observation Haki, the sound waves of the ring had already leaked the vibration frequency of the magnet mechanism.

"Still, it's still this gentleman, taking it all"

The dealer announced the result very reluctantly, and the hot girls screamed one after another!

"awesome!"

"So cool handsome!"

"It's a miracle! You've won ten games in a row!"

"Oh my god! God! I wonder if you're just as good in bed!"

Stephen Fang's voice came: "If he deploys his tail, he can send several of you flying at the same time!"

When the security chief in an ostrich leather vest approached, wiping his sweat, Bruce was using 500 million chips to build a simple pyramid.

"Mr. Cobblepot would like to offer you a glass of brandy."

"lead the way."

He said as he stood up, not even glancing at the chips behind him.

A hot chick suddenly yelled, "Your chips!"

Bruce Yu didn't even turn his head, "Those beauties who were standing behind me just now, let's separate them." "Ahhh!"

The foreign horses screamed and were wet by Bruce Yushuai!

"Da da da."

The dark red corridor lights swallowed up all the footsteps. Bruce Yu, who was walking in front, asked, "Why is it getting darker and darker?"

"Oh, sir, please forgive our oversight, the light bulbs here are not serviced."

"Oh, the outside is so magnificent with carved beams and painted buildings, you can't bear to change the light bulbs right?"

When he said this, in the darkness, a beam of light suddenly pierced out from behind Bruce Yu!

"Ding--"

The tip of the knife bent into a right angle at the back of Bruce's neck, and the blood from the knife holder's knuckles dripped onto the camel-hair carpet!
"Tickle me?"

The man who stabbed him was stunned! Who would go out wearing iron shorts?

After a few "bang bang" punches, Bruce Yu arranged for the supervisor and several thugs to undergo osteodermal separation surgery.

The crystal chandelier reflected a cold light on the silver tableware. The Penguin Man poked the medium-rare Wellington steak with the tip of his umbrella. The blood soaked through the puff pastry, but the Penguin Man had no appetite.

He's eaten too much of this kind of thing and is tired of it.

The second-in-command of the Elliot family was using a caviar spoon to indicate the power divisions in the dock area.

It was suddenly interrupted by the screeching sound of rusted door hinges.

"Squeak~"

"Mr. Cobblepot, the 'surprise appetizer' you ordered has arrived."

The Penguin put down his knife and fork, and without him saying anything, several of his men pushed the door open.

But after pushing it open, what they saw was the dead body of the manager in charge of the casino!
"My casino manager." The Penguin's monocle slid to the tip of his nose. "Are you still standing there?"

The two security guards had just pulled out half of their pistols when Bruce Yu lightly raised his eyelids and activated a magic spell without any consumption, and the two security guards fell unconscious to the ground.

Everyone here is an expert in the black industry, and they all drew their guns immediately!
However, before the gun was raised, a terrifying pressure swept across the entire place!

Except for the Penguin who stayed behind on purpose, all the others fell into a coma!
"This! What's going on!" The Penguin Man stood up in confusion holding his umbrella, terrified.

Bruce Yu shrugged, "The aura of a tyrant, maybe I'm too scary. Now, it's just you and me. Can you take me to your little treasury? Just consider it a request from me."

The Penguin knew what he meant, so he quickly pushed the stool away and walked towards the back door, "I'll give it all to you, just don't kill me."

Bruce Yu's leather heels tapped on the marble steps, and the echo made the Penguin's neck numb.

The five metal doors were twisted into scrap metal behind him, and all the excuses for not bringing the keys became props for Bruce Yu to show his strength under his fist.

When he reached the last door, the Penguin finally breathed a sigh of relief.

This door is so thick that even a Barrett can only make a small hole in it. If you want to open it, you can only find a tank to push down the wall, or use a password to open the door.

However.
With a "bang", the Penguin Man looked back in confusion!
The black fist penetrated the thick wall, and the security of the vault seemed particularly funny at this moment.
Bruce Yu didn't say anything polite and went straight into the pit.

Casually kicking away the scattered Picasso fakes, he looked around with his Sharingan.

He casually grabbed a gold bar, and the dull sound of his five fingers sinking into the metal made the Penguin Man's Adam's apple roll. This power was too scary!
"Where's the green stone?"

"It's all on the auction list!" The tip of the Penguin's silver umbrella pointed to the southeast corner, "The 300-carat Colombian emerald..."

The gold brick brushed past Cobert's ear and hit the bulletproof wall, and the shock wave blew away three rows of antique gun racks.

Yu's pupils shrank to the point of a needle. "It's the radioactive green stone, not these shiny garbage!" His heels crushed the jadeite on the ground. "Who gave you the guts to fool me with uranium ore for the cargo at the dock?"

Penguin's monocle cracked into a spider web: "I swear to the Romans... it wasn't me!"

Yu grabbed the Penguin's purple tie, and the tearing sound of silk was very uncomfortable. "Your men used kryptonite to lure me on the dark web, and now you tell me that it's just a temporary job?"

The treasury suddenly heard the sound of mechanical operation, and twenty automatic machine guns appeared from behind the relief!
As soon as the Penguin raised the corner of his mouth, he saw a golden light flashing in the eyes of the guy in front of him!

The Penguin was in a trance for a while, and when he woke up again, he was stunned to see that all the machine guns in the vault had been bent by humans, and the barrels were bent red! Too scary!

Bruce Yu got a sturdy backpack from nowhere. He threw gold bars into the bag like throwing bricks. Without even looking up, he said to Penguin: "This is the interest for not talking to me properly."

The Penguin Man swallowed his saliva. He was really at his wits' end.

The broken crystal chandelier swayed in the draft, and the prismatic light swept across the Penguin's purple cheekbones.

He was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with a gold handkerchief when the air current from his bat cloak overturned the last intact champagne glass.

“Now they’re even regulating charity dinners?” The Penguin smashed the broken silver umbrella into two pieces against the wall where the batarang was nailed. “I’m operating a legal business—”

"Twenty-seven gun smuggling sites." Batman's voice sounded particularly creepy, "They were just closed down three minutes ago."

The Penguin's alligator-skin gloves crushed the gilded fork.

He glanced at the surveillance screen in the corner - indeed, there were seven police armored vehicles surrounding his underground casino.

From this angle, you can clearly see the evidence bag shaking in Commissioner Gordon's hand.

"Fuc*! fuc*! fuc*!"

The Penguin Man was furious, his money was robbed, he was beaten, and now his business has been taken over!

"Tell me, what happened." Batman stepped on the table.

"That yellow-skinned madman." The Penguin suddenly tore off the bandage to reveal his bleeding forehead, "he stole half a ton of gold bars from me! Damn, he tore open five alloy doors with his bare hands! It's horrible!"

The instrument on Batman's body was scanning the five-centimeter-deep shoe prints on the floor. Judging from the patterns, the intruder had indeed crushed the wooden floor with the strength of his legs alone, which was far beyond the limits of what humans could do.

The black multifunctional gloves suddenly clamped a photo, "Is this what he is looking for?"

"Who knows what kind of broken stone this is!" Penguin kicked over a torn masterpiece. "That bastard stared at my jewelry storehouse and searched it. In the end, he walked away with the gold bars, cursing! It was like I owed him something!"

When he said this, the Penguin Man suddenly looked up.

The curtains in front were swaying wildly in the wind. Where was Batman?

"Damn it! Damn it! They are all damned!"

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Metropolis Daily Planet Editorial Department
The morning light cuts into the office area through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Clark Kent's workstation is in the third row by the window.

He arrived at work half an hour early today on purpose - his shirt, which had been wrinkled when he intercepted a meteorite in the Himalayas last night, was now ironed straight, and the collar still smelled of the aroma of freshly ground Brazilian beans from the coffee machine.

"Clark!" The sound of Lois Lane's high heels mixed with the smell of ink came over her, and a stack of documents hit his keyboard. "Something happened at Gotham Harbor. Seventeen bodies were found at the port, and a large box of jewelry was lost."

She tapped the topmost scene photo with her finger. The burn marks on the victim's neck glowed an eerie gray in the morning light. "The editor-in-chief said this case will make the headlines this week, but someone has to go smell the fishy smell of Gotham Bay. What do you think? Who should go to a murder case like this?"

Clark's pen tip spread a blot of ink on the interview book.

Just as he was about to shake his head, his peripheral vision suddenly caught a flash of green light between the materials - at the edge of a cropped evidence photo, half a piece of prismatic ore was glowing a dark fluorescent green.

"Kryptonite isotope test report..." He recited the cut-off document fragments with his Adam's apple rolling, and his fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the coffee cup.

Clark had already stood up, grabbing the materials, when Lois noticed that his knuckles were white.

“Remember to bring a bulletproof vest if you go!” Louise shouted towards the elevator, “Gotham is not safe, be careful!”

The elevator doors revealed Clark's taut jawline.

He stared out the window on the 18th floor through the lenses, his heart filled with emotions.

Just as Superman walked out of the building, Bruce Wayne received a call from a newspaper in the Batcave.

A man's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Clark is out. I asked his girlfriend and she said he went to Gotham!"

Bruce Wayne made a similar sound even without the bat mask, "The surveillance fee will be deposited into your card as scheduled." Then he hung up the phone.

He put the phone aside and looked at the screen. A few days ago, he had already formed a conclusion in his mind after testing Bruce Yu's battle scenes against several super villains.

There's no way Bruce Yu could survive Superman's hands!

Batman looked at a box that could completely isolate radiation and thought silently about the next plan to get rid of Superman.
(End of this chapter)