The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

A dark figure rushed in through the window; it was none other than Batman, Bruce Wayne, dressed in the same suit.

"Your methods will only cause massive destruction and will not change Gotham at all!" Batman Bruce Wayne said angrily when he saw the ruins-like scene around him.

"It's alright, this isn't my Gotham." Bai Lang smiled self-deprecatingly.

After so many days, I still can't get used to this city full of sin.

Every day after get off work, I could see gangsters beating people in the alleys. The slums were full of busy people, and riots broke out in the homeless camps from time to time.

Everything was telling Bai Lang that this was not his city.

He shook his head inwardly, and an arm shot out in an instant, grabbing Deathstroke as he tried to escape.

The other party still wanted to attack him, but Bai Lang's entire body was filled with high-voltage current.

Not to mention that Deathstroke was wearing metal armor, and the powerful electric current was conducted directly to him, shocking him badly and making him feel like he was living a year inside the metal armor.

A powerful electric current was ravaging his body.

"But this is my Gotham!"

Batman, Bruce Wayne, couldn't hold back any longer. He walked up to Bai Lang and roared.

Bai Lang nodded after seeing that the video recorder he had set up had captured the entire scene.

"Oh right, you'll pay for all the expenses today."

Batman (Bruce Wayne): "What?"

"Alright." Bai Lang continued to use the electric current to disguise his voice as exactly like that of Batman, Bruce Wayne.

However, at 1.98 meters tall, he was a head taller than Bruce, so much so that when he stood in front of Bruce, he looked like a size difference between the two.

"I'm in a good mood right now, so I'll teach you a lesson, Bruce Wayne."

Carrying the death knell, Bai Lang seemed to have a premonition.

Looking at Bruce Wayne in front of him, he said:

"Gotham is like a tree infested with termites. If the worms aren't removed, the tree will eventually turn to ashes."

"While your actions have struck at those parasites, they have also left their own eggs of crime on the tree of Gotham."

Why would a second Joker appear? Essentially, it's because Gotham still harbors the larvae of crime.

As Bai Lang spoke, he gripped Deathstroke's neck tightly with his right hand, exerting force as if considering whether to kill him and seize a big advantage.

Bruce Wayne, standing in front of him, pondered Bai Lang's words.

[Ability Value +4]

Chapter 21 Gunshot Wound (Revised, please add to your favorites and read on!)

Bai Lang gripped Deathstroke's neck with his palm, slowly increasing the pressure.

"Cough cough..." Deathstroke was shocked by the high voltage for several minutes, and his whole body was almost cooked by the electric shock.

Fortunately, his body's self-healing factor worked its magic, repairing the fatal injury in time. Even so, he felt like he was half dead.

"You are the strongest opponent I have ever encountered, almost inhuman, but fortunately you still have human weaknesses."

Deathstroke grinned, his voice devoid of any fear or dread, but instead filled with chilling killing intent.

He had been hit by the opponent's attack earlier, but now he had a weapon to subdue the opponent.

Upon hearing this, Bai Lang turned his head and saw that the other person was holding a stick, with the end of the stick pressed against his chest.

At the same time, a strong feeling of palpitation came over me.

"Ha..." Deathstroke's eyes flashed with mockery. "Super Batman, you've lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a gunshot rang out, and a powerful electromagnetic pulse erupted from the end of the stick.

At the same time, several bullets shot out from the muzzle of the gun disguised as a stick in his hand, flying with raging flames, heading towards Bai Lang's chest.

Bai Lang was about to use the electric current to melt the bullet, but the current in his body was frozen solid like stone due to the strong electromagnetic pulse.

The muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chest; at such close range, Bai Lang had no chance of dodging those four bullets.

His top speed is only 100 meters per second, but the speed of these bullets in the gun barrel has already reached a terrifying 300 meters per second!

There's no way to avoid it, no way to stop it!!

He had absolutely no means of resisting, nor did he have the terrifying speed to dodge those bullets!

Right now, he has no way to avoid it.

All we can do is take this shot head-on!

puff! !

Several bullets struck his chest without fail, tearing several holes in the thin, black Batman suit.

The transparent keratin layer covering his chest was torn apart, and blood splattered out, spreading an instantaneous, rusty, bloody stench.

Intense pain emanated from the wounds, spreading to the nerves and stimulating Bai Lang's brain.

Bai Lang, his eyes blazing with fury, was so enraged that the current, interfered with by the electromagnetic pulse, began to surge.

His body crackled with red arcs of electricity, and the four bullets that had entered his body were instantly enveloped by the current.

The cells at the wound stop rubbing together to prevent themselves from bleeding more.

The most dangerous wound was only half a centimeter away from hitting his heart.

Hearing the gunshot, Bruce Wayne, who was standing nearby, turned around and saw Deathstroke's horrific appearance, charred and burned.

The incredibly strong fake Batman was shot and knelt on one knee.

[Ability Value +20]

A light blue notification box appeared in front of Bai Lang, clearly indicating the ability points he gained from killing Deathstroke.

But Bai Lang had no time to care about these things at the moment. He had four gunshot wounds on his body, and a bullet had almost hit his heart.

Fortunately, the stratum corneum absorbed some of the bullet's kinetic energy, otherwise I would have been dead long ago.

Cold sweat seeped from Bai Lang's forehead, but before it could condense into beads, it was split into steam by the high-voltage red electric current.

Bai Lang was incredibly grateful at that moment, grateful that his body had grown a stratum corneum under the stimulation of the electric current.

If it weren't for this layer of keratin, he would already be a cold corpse.

"Are you alright?" Batman Bruce Wayne asked with a surprised look.

In his view, the other party's clothes should be the same as his own, both being promethium bulletproof vests, so there should be no need to worry about being shot by this kind of handgun.

But when his gaze fell on the wound on Bai Lang's chest, he froze.

The other person's clothes were only a thin layer, nothing like what I had imagined; there was only a torn piece of fabric fluttering in the air.

dong dong! !

There was a loud knocking on the door.

"Sir, are you alright?"

That was the voice of a hotel staff member. Clearly, the huge commotion Bai Lang had made earlier had been heard by everyone in the hotel.

Not to mention the unfortunate soul sleeping in the room next to the death knell who thought an earthquake had struck.

Seeing that no one responded, the waiter immediately ordered the fully armed security guards next to him to break down the door.

After kicking the room door to the ground, everyone was stunned.

The floor-to-ceiling windows that stretched from the ground to the ceiling have been completely reduced to rubble.

The king-size bed in the center of the room had collapsed into pieces, with wooden blocks and stones scattered throughout the room.

Even the ground was covered with cracks like the roots of an old tree, as if the room was about to collapse at any moment.

......

Batman, Bruce Wayne, is piloting the Batplane, with Deathstroke's corpse and the gun Deathstroke was holding behind him.

He was surprised and shocked that Bai Lang, this fake Batman, could leave the building with his bare hands despite being injured.

At the same time, the words the other person had just said echoed in his mind.

"Gotham is a big tree, and the criminals are the termites. The tree will never be at peace unless the termites are removed."

He shook his head, remembering the principles he had always adhered to.

"Killing to stop killing is never the solution, but letting criminals keep eroding Gotham is not the solution either. Gotham needs a different kind of change."

Back at Wayne Tower, he took Deathstroke's body to Fox's research lab.

"Fox, you said before that this person has some kind of healing factor. See if you can combine this factor with the Anti-Batman armor."

Fox, with his dark skin, was also taken aback when he saw Deathstroke's body.

"Young Master Wayne, did you kill him?"

Bruce Wayne shook his head.

"No, it's another guy."

......

Bai Lang stumbled out of the alley, his Batman costume now reduced to ashes by his terrifying electric current.

The gunshot wounds on his chest were still there, and blood kept flowing from the wounds.

Bai Lang controlled the electric current to stimulate the cells at the wound site, which prevented his life from being threatened.

Even so, he still felt unbearable pain.

He suddenly staggered and collapsed onto the cold ground.

Surrounded by darkness, Bai Lang smelled the sour stench of the nearby trash can, and his consciousness almost blurred.

He bit his tongue hard, and the pain immediately stimulated his brain, bringing his previously blurred consciousness back to normal.

"No, I can't die like this."

If I were to lose consciousness in this alley, I might not even survive the night.