American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

"Hold on tight, messenger! The road ahead is a little congested!"

Alvin's voice came through the gas mask.

Just as Xiu En was about to say "slow down," the heavy-duty off-road vehicle produced by the Wayne Group launched itself into the air.

The view outside the bulletproof glass was instantly blurred into a mass of colors.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several lunatics dressed in purple suits, who were holding flamethrowers and trying to burn the heretics on the other side, were sent flying like bowling pins and crashed into the roadside garbage heap before they even had a chance to turn around.

"vomit……"

Xiu En gripped the handle on the roof of the car tightly, feeling as if his stomach and lungs were engaged in a fierce wrestling match.

He was breathing heavily through the gas mask's filter canister, his golden pupils filled with dizziness.

"Alvin, if you keep driving this fast, I won't bother purifying them anymore; I'll just spit my morning sandwich on the back of your damn head first!"

"Screech—Shuen, stop!"

A deep voice suddenly came through the car communicator.

At the same time, a black shadow swept across the sky like a giant bat, and the rope fired from the grappling hook gun instantly wrapped around several thugs who were trying to throw acid bottles at the off-road vehicle, hanging them like sausages on a street lamp.

Batman, or rather Bruce Wayne in disguise, stared at the rampaging black beast.

"This is the streets of Gotham, not your bumper car playground. And remember our agreement."

The voice carried an undeniable authority, sending a chill down one's spine even through the static.

"Don't kill them. Death is too cheap for them; living and repenting is the greatest punishment. Besides... crippling them is often more effective than killing them."

"Did you hear that, children?"

Shuen leaned back in his chair, his stomach churning, but that didn't stop him from making a theological misinterpretation.

He looked out the window at the Joker gang members, their faces contorted with fear.

"Our benefactor... no, our Night Knight said, do not give them a chance to escape."

He patted Joestar on the shoulder in the front row, who was squeezing the solid lamppost in his hand so hard it creaked.

"Break their legs, break their arms, and make them spend the rest of their lives in wheelchairs drooling over the sun. That's called compassion."

"Following the divine oracle."

Joestar and Alvin answered in unison.

"For Mr. J's sake! Smash that car!"

"Those are Batman's henchmen! Melt them!"

The two groups of believers, who were originally throwing acid and spitting fire at each other, finally formed a brief strategic alliance after Alvin indiscriminately knocked more than a dozen of them away.

Acid bombs and Molotov cocktails rained down on the bulletproof shell of the off-road vehicle.

The view outside the car window was instantly filled with green poisonous fog and red flames, as if the whole world had become a giant alchemical furnace.

"Get ready to work, cleaners."

As Xiu En stared at the acid spray truck that was continuously releasing green smoke, his golden pupils suddenly contracted, the metallic structure in his lungs began to hum, and a scorching stream of air surged up his trachea.

"Alvin, open the sunroof!!"

"Cough—cough cough!"

Xiu En exhaled a breath of golden energy into the gloomy sky outside the skylight.

"Let there be light! I mean, look this way! You bunch of sewer rats who only know how to play with chemical reagents!"

With Xiu En's roar, the golden energy instantly expanded and exploded.

It wasn't the warm dawn, but a super flashbang that exploded right in front of us.

At that moment, the brightness of the entire Tenth Avenue was forcibly increased to ten times that of noon. The rioters felt their vision instantly turn into a deathly white, followed by the excruciating pain of their eyeballs being burned.

"Ah! My eyes!"

"Damn it! He's glowing! Hit the light!"

Even blinded, the crazed clown gang members still pulled the trigger, raining bullets and acid bottles down on the blinding light source, which conveniently created perfect hunting grounds for the two eager hunters.

"This is the price of defying the weather."

The car door was kicked open while the car was moving at high speed, and Joestar crashed into the enemy ranks like a cannonball.

To everyone else, the madman carrying the lamppost simply appeared as someone rushing in. But to those who were mentally unstable or had exceptionally high spiritual vision, a majestic white phantom was attached to his back, and with each swing of his lamppost, it unleashed terrifying kinetic energy like a battering ram.

"Snap!"

The lamppost swept across, and the modified flamethrower motorcycle, along with its rider, was sent flying against the wall.

On the other side, Alvin's movements were even more unpredictable.

He used the roof of the car for leverage and leaped, his entire body drawing a clean arc in the air, heading straight for the green-haired leader who was directing the water truck.

The phantom of the Holy Golden Claw behind Alvin overlapped with his movements. Although he was holding only an ordinary short knife, a tearing force had already arrived first.

"Wait? What's this?"

The green-haired leader's screams stopped abruptly, followed by wailing.

His hands and feet seemed to be gripped simultaneously by an invisible giant, and then twisted violently.

He slumped down, his body limp on the ground like a broken marionette.

The two Stand cultists moved with impunity, crippling a large number of Joker gang members and Joker cultists.

Just as the mob on the ground were gripped by unseen fear, a tremendous roar came from overhead.

The bat-like fighter jet, like the embodiment of night, pierced through the clouds. The spray system under its belly was fully activated, but this time it wasn't spraying missiles, but rather a large amount of pale blue chemical neutralizing agent mist.

The green acid clouds that were originally corroding the streets reacted quickly under the action of the neutralizing agent, turning into a harmless but viscous white foam rain that fell down with a pattering sound.

Accompanying this artificial rain were dozens of fully automated small drones, which launched ensnaring nets and electric shock bombs to catch the fish that had not yet recovered from their blindness.

In less than a minute, the air quality monitoring readings for the entire block went from critically low to severely polluted.

"It seems that wealthy people in any world love this kind of grand entrance that seems to fall from the sky."

Xiu En wiped his still slightly hot lips and looked at the artificial rain that had completely covered the acid clouds. Now the sun should be able to peek out a little.

While frantically pressing flashbangs into the face of another clown gang leader, he glanced with heartache at the paintwork of the SUV, which had been corroded by acid and left with several large pits.

"Hey! Big bat! Did you hear that?"

Xiu En waved his newly bought phone at the fighter jet hovering low in the sky, pointed at the green-haired leader on the ground who was still breathing, and smiled as openly as if he had just done a great deed.

"Perfectly meets your client standards. These poor bastards are probably still alive, and not only alive, I've even thoughtfully sealed off their ability to escape again and commit crimes. How about that, shouldn't you give them a five-star review?"

"Of course, well done, Xiu En. But I must remind you, you can trust Gotham's medical staff. You could have gone a little harder; anyone with a breath left could have been saved by the medical department."

Bruce's voice came through the phone.