American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En cleared his throat, and the brightness of his aura instantly increased three levels, making him stare directly at Lincoln like a super light bulb.

"The lost owl!"

Shuen opened his arms to embrace the sun, trying his best to make himself look sacred and inviolable.

"I am the messenger of the sun, sent here specifically to purify your heart, which is blinded by bird droppings. Lay down your butcher's knife, convert to my religion, and perhaps you can still keep this expensive tin can."

Lincoln March tilted his head, looking at Shum as if he were an idiot: "The Sun Messenger? Did Bruce pull you out of Arkham Asylum? Or is this a circus clown he hired to buy time?"

He raised his armored arm, and the energy cannon in his palm began to charge, emitting a piercing buzz: "No matter what you are, at this distance, a single pulse can vaporize you into gas."

"Tsk, villains these days are really hard to deal with; they have absolutely no faith."

Xiu En shrugged helplessly and turned down the lighting effects on his body.

He wasn't panicked by being pointed at by the energy cannon; instead, he pointed regretfully behind Lincoln.

"Since you don't believe in God, do you believe in magic?"

Xiu En nodded.

"Look, Bruce, who was just gazing lovingly at you, has suddenly disappeared."

Lincoln turned around abruptly.

Where Bruce Wayne had been standing, only a gust of wind swirled in the air.

The man in the expensive suit, with a righteous expression, vanished without a trace, as if swallowed by air.

"Where did he go?!"

Lincoln roared angrily, turned around and grabbed the nearest banker.

The poor old man was so frightened that he kicked his legs wildly, like a rabbit being lifted up.

"I...I don't know! It just happened in the blink of an eye..."

The old man trembled and could barely speak.

Those Gotham elites who were usually so arrogant were now huddled in a corner of the tarmac, like a flock of quails waiting to be slaughtered, none of them daring to look directly at this madman in power armor.

"waste!"

Lincoln threw the old man back into the crowd, his heavy armored footsteps shaking the ground.

"Citywide lockdown! Have all the claws surround this building! Even if he turns into a fly, he won't be able to escape!"

"Don't be so irritable."

"Is it possible that he just went to the bathroom?"

Shuen leaned against the railing, smiling as he looked at Lincoln.

"After all, hearing that someone claiming to be a long-lost brother wants to kill you would terrify any normal person. Giving him some time to change his pants is reasonable, isn't it?"

Xiu En's gaze swept over Lincoln's power armor, and on the system panel, the bright red [Dionysian Factor] progress bar was pulsating slightly with Lincoln's emotional fluctuations.

Good, stay angry, stay active.

"You're asking for it."

Lincoln turned around and stared intently at Shum.

His eyes, which bore a striking resemblance to Bruce's, burned with pure killing intent.

"Since he ran away, let's start with you."

Lincoln angrily strode forward, intending to make Hugh die a painful death in the most cruel way.

"Once I tear you to pieces, I'll hang your head on a lightning rod so he can see what happens when you choose the wrong ally."

"I bet you five cents you'll regret not wearing a helmet."

Xiu En straightened up, and the metal in his lungs began to resonate, a faint metallic clang echoing in his chest.

Although his attempt to deceive the wealthy, controlling man failed, he managed to get the man to slip away.

As for whether the giant bat is getting dressed or testing its fighter jet, that's none of his concern.

Anyway, the current situation is:

Only a fool would be in Batman's territory.

That is, the rooftop of Wayne Tower.

He'll have a one-on-one fight with his teammate!

Facing the oncoming Lincoln.

Xiu En took a deep breath.

He took a long breath.

My lungs started to rumble.

"Cough—cough!"

With a cough, a stream of white-gold energy, almost invisible to the naked eye, burst forth from Xiu En's mouth.

It struck Lincoln's breastplate with a sharp, tearing sound.

Lincoln's charge suddenly stalled. The force of the charge ripped a deep crack into the thick composite armor, causing the hydraulic lines to burst and spraying coolant like blood all over the ground.

Xiu En covered his throat: "Cough cough, this skill... it's still too hard on my voice..."

Lincoln staggered two steps.

A huge shadow fell over the entire tarmac.

A jet-black fighter jet, resembling a predator, had its optical camouflage removed at some point and was hovering less than ten meters above the ground.

"What's going on?"

Lincoln looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting.

Before he could react, the hatch on the belly of the fighter jet opened, and a high-strength special fiber net flashing with blue electric arcs was slammed down on him.

At the same time, four gravity suppressors were launched from both sides of the fighter jet and precisely anchored around the Lincoln, forming a gravity field.

Lincoln, along with his armor, was pinned to the ground like a fly swatted on a sticky mouse trap. The power armor creaked under the strain, and no matter how much he roared, he couldn't move an inch.

It's clear that the Wayne Building was constructed to a very high standard.

"Just as I said, Lincoln."

Bruce Wayne's voice came through the fighter jet's loudspeaker, sounding deeper and more authoritative after being altered.

"You don't understand tactics, and you don't know whose home ground this is."

The fighter jet's cannon slowly moved down, locking onto Lincoln on the ground, a red laser dot flickering between his eyebrows.

"This is so unfair, hehe, I like it."

Shuen rubbed his throat, walked up to the subdued Lincoln, squatted down, and poked the crack in the armor that was still sizzling with his finger.

"So this is what they call killing Batman before anything else? Dude, your execution of the plan is a bit lacking."

"Let me go! I am Wayne! I am the master of this city!"

Lincoln struggled in the gravitational field, his face flushed red from blood rushing to his head, his eyes fixed on Hugh as if he wanted to devour him alive with his gaze.

"And you! You piece of trash who only knows how to hide in the back and spit!"

"To correct you, that's the Qi of Geng Metal, which requires a lot of skill."

Shuen shook his finger with a serious expression, then placed his palm on Lincoln's forehead, which was not covered by the helmet.

The system panel was jumping wildly.

[Contact with a high concentration of Dionysus factor carriers.]

[Analysis is being accelerated... Estimated reduction in time: 10 days per minute of contact.]

"Although your breath stinks, your body smells really good."

Hugh gave Lincoln a chilling smile.

"Since you can't move, then I won't be polite."

"Shuen, stay away from him."

The voice coming from the fighter jet's loudspeaker carried a hint of warning.

"His armor core is still on the verge of overload."

"Don't worry, I'm helping him cool down."

Xiu En said without turning his head, the warmth from his palm making him feel so comfortable that he wanted to groan.

At the same time, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the stairwell.

Gordon, leading a large group of fully armed police officers, finally stormed onto the rooftop and saw the scene before him.

Suppressed armored monster.

A hovering Bat fighter jet.

And then there's Xiu En, squatting in front of the weirdo with a look of pure enjoyment on his face.

Gordon felt his hairline recede another centimeter.

"I knew it!"

Gordon sighed and put down his gun.

"Wherever Batman is, there will be all sorts of messy things."