American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The convenience store's automatic doors slid open to both sides, emitting a soft electronic beep.

Xiu En shivered.

He pulled his still-damp coat tighter around himself and headed straight for the shelf.

His body desperately needs heat, any form of heat.

He casually swept through the food on the shelves.

As he passed the newspaper rack, Xiu En stopped.

He pulled out a copy of the Gotham Gazette from the most conspicuous spot.

The front page headline featured the headline in large, bold font: "Sheriff Gordon again denies the existence of the 'Bat Monster'."

The subtitle below reads: "A senior member of the Falcone family was found hanged mysteriously at home; no fingerprints were found at the scene."

"ha."

Xiu En let out a short, soft laugh.

He picked up a sandwich from the shelf next to him, tore open the packaging, and took a big bite.

It seems this is the time when this big bat is just beginning to learn to fly.

At this time, the Gotham Police Department was still a huge gang branch. Gordon was probably still being ostracized by his colleagues for his pitiful sense of justice, while that young master Wayne was still trying to make his expensive gear resemble an urban legend.

This is good news for Xiu En.

Chaos means opportunity, and it means the boundaries of rules are blurred.

If Batman has become the "Big Brother" who monitors the entire city, his act of breaking the legs of those three people in the alley was probably captured on drone footage.

Just as Xiu En was about to swallow the last bite of his sandwich, the wind chimes at the door rang again.

This time, instead of the dull "Welcome," there was an extremely arrogant thud of a bolt being pulled.

"Everyone, put your hands behind your heads and lie down!"

Two men wearing cheap clown masks rushed in.

The man in front was carrying a Remington shotgun with its barrel shortened, and the dark muzzle was pressed directly against the forehead of the black cashier who was dozing off at the counter.

The one behind him was carrying a huge canvas bag and holding an Uzi submachine gun in his other hand, firing a burst at the ceiling.

"Da da da da!"

The light bulb shattered, and glass shards fell like raindrops.

Several customers who were picking out items screamed and ran away, covering their heads and trembling on the ground.

Their movements were so synchronized; they were clearly all from Old Gotham.

Xiu En stood in the shadow of the refrigerator, his sandwich still unfinished.

He watched as the robber with the shotgun smashed the cashier's face with the butt of his rifle, instantly staining the counter with blood.

The golden Song typeface on my retina popped up again, this time flashing faster than ever before.

[Triggered Unexpected Mission: Eliminate Evil and Protect the People]

[Mission Description: In Gotham, convenience store robberies are a daily occurrence. Please stop this crime.]

[Reward: Health points are awarded based on the number of kills/unlocked units and the rating.]

[Note: The system will treat this mission as a "swift and decisive action."]

Xiu En swallowed the food in his mouth and wiped the bread crumbs off his hands with a hint of helplessness.

He had only rested for less than five minutes.

"Hurry! Open the cash box! And the safe!"

The robber with the shotgun was still roaring, spitting all over the cashier's face.

The robber with the Uzi submachine gun began to patrol the store, his greedy and violent eyes scanning the customers lying on the ground, seemingly looking for some valuable jewelry.

He slowly walked toward the beverage section where Xiu En was.

Xiu En leaned against the side of the shelf, listening to the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer.

three meters.

Two meters.

Xiu En could even smell the cheap cigarette odor on the other person.

Without any hesitation, his right hand darted into his robes and gripped the handle of the Glock 19.

Since the system has already said that "thunderous measures" can be used, there's no need for him to talk about martial virtue at this time.

The instant the robber turned the shelf, Xiu En raised his hand.

The muzzle of the gun was less than ten centimeters away from the other person.

"Good evening."

Xiu En said softly.

"Bang!"

A burst of orange-red flame shot from the muzzle.

The not-so-great recoil was transmitted through his arm, and Xiu En's body, still quite weak, involuntarily arched upwards.

This caused the shot, which was originally aimed at the wrist, to go slightly off course.

The bullet didn't break the hand bones, but instead sliced ​​off half of the robber B's hand.

"Ah—! My hand! My hand!"

Robber B's Uzi submachine gun clattered to the floor, which was covered in shards of glass.

Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing onto the potato chip shelf next to it.

Xiu En endured the pain in his arm and took a step forward.

Taking advantage of the moment when the other person was clutching his severed hand and howling in pain, he raised his leg and kicked the other person hard in the back of the knee with all his might.

This kick had no technique involved; it was all about brute force.

Robber B's legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud.

Xiu En stepped forward, his left arm tightly gripping the other man's thick neck, while his right hand pressed the scorching Glock barrel directly against the man's temple.

Then, using his weight, he forcefully pulled up the man, who was much stronger than him, and held him in front of him.

"Put down your gun if you don't want his head to explode."

Xiu En was panting heavily.

This series of actions had exhausted the little energy he had just replenished.

Robber A, standing at the cashier, was clearly bewildered by this sudden turn of events.

He turned around, shotgun in hand, the dark muzzle hovering between Shuen and the human shield.

"Jack? Damn it, you piece of trash!"

Robber A cursed, but his eyes showed little concern for his companion; instead, they were filled with rage at having his plans disrupted.

The robber B, whose neck was being strangled, struggled desperately.

The excruciating pain from his severed hand caused him to convulse, his face covered in snot and tears.

"No...don't shoot! Boss, save me!"

"Save you?"

Robber A grinned maliciously and put his finger on the trigger.

"It was just a simple robbery, why did you have to make it so complicated? Now that you've been caught, don't blame me for being disloyal. With one less person to split the money, I can get a bigger share."

This is Gotham.

Even the lowest-ranking thugs are well aware of the rules of survival here.

When profit is paramount, human life is worthless.

Xiu En's pupils contracted slightly.

He hadn't expected this outcome.

People who rob a convenience store are ruthless.

Gambling on the conscience of criminals in this godforsaken place is less worthwhile than betting on Batman's pole dancing skills.

"goodbye."

Xiu En suddenly ducked and lay flat on the ground, completely hiding himself behind the shelf.

"Bang--!"

The roar of shotguns echoed deafeningly in the narrow shop.

The dense barrage of lead bullets instantly turned robber B into a sieve.

The strong body that had been struggling suddenly stiffened, then slumped down like mud.

Blood and bits of flesh exploded, spraying all over Xiu En.

Right now.

Take advantage of the moment when robber A sheds his shell.

Xiu En revealed his cold, black eyes.

And there's that gun muzzle still emitting blue smoke.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two crisp gunshots rang out, followed by the roar of a shotgun.

Two bursts of blood erupted from Robber A's chest, and he fell backward, crashing heavily into the cigarette counter behind him.

The shotgun slipped from his hand and fell to the ground. His body twitched twice and then stopped moving.

The convenience store returned to silence.

The only sounds were the distant sirens of police cars and the suppressed sobs of the cashier in the corner.

Xiu En leaned against the shelf, panting heavily.

Although his lungs no longer hurt, the lack of oxygen from the strenuous exercise still made him feel dizzy.

The golden lettering reappeared on my retina, bringing with it a sense of pleasure, as if I were admiring a work of art.

[Immediate Mission: Eliminate Violence and Maintain Order (Completed)]

Combat Rating: B

[Reward Calculation: Maximum Health +12 hours.]

[Bonus: Minor Body Enhancement (5% Increase in Muscle Activity)]

A warm current surged through my body again, this time not only in my lungs, but also in my sore arm muscles, which felt a tingling, itchy sensation. It was the feeling of cells rapidly dividing and reorganizing.

Xiu En wiped the blood from his face; it was left by that unlucky guy earlier.

"It's so dirty."

He glanced at the mess on the ground with disdain.

Now, it's time to deal with the loot.