The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

In the vision of Batman/Bruce Wayne.

Bruce stared at the enormous bat-like monster ahead, then turned to look at his parents beside him.

Then they saw their parents, who had been perfectly fine, bleeding from all seven orifices, and covered in bats that were gnawing at them.

Clothes were gnawed off, jewelry was swallowed, and flesh was devoured!

The two human faces also turned into hideous bat faces.

In a short period of time, even their parents turned into terrifying monsters that were neither human nor bat!

Bruce Wayne stared wide-eyed at everything before him.

All the weapons on his anti-Batman armor were activated, emitting a huge light.

A terrifying white light condensed at the cannon muzzle, and a missile filled with electromagnetic pulse devices shot out from the dark muzzle, aiming directly at the scarecrow and the poison gas master.

"What is he trying to do?" the poison gas master asked, puzzled.

"Idiot! Can't you see he's going to kill us?"

Scarecrow had already sensed that Batman was not in a good state, and ran away to the side as the missile was about to be launched.

"Ah!! Die, all of you!!!"

Batman, Bruce Wayne, roared at the nightmare in his heart, and the terrifying weapons on his armor instantly came into play.

Hundreds of terrifying missiles, carrying powerful electromagnetic pulse devices, blasted towards the gas man and the scarecrow.

Dozens of missiles were even fired at Arkham Asylum.

Among the inmates at Arkham Asylum, some saw something like a shooting star shooting towards them from outside.

"Look! A shooting star! It's like God has come to take me away!!"

"Are you crazy?! This is a missile! A missile sent to you by God!!"

"My dearest God, I'm coming!!"

......

Dark clouds gathered and a strong wind blew.

Deadshot's gaze was fixed on Super Batman not far away.

He was delighted to see the other person turn their head toward Arkham Asylum.

'Chance!'

With that thought in mind, he raised the sniper rifle with both hands, the aiming system in his helmet automatically aimed at the dark figure, and then his finger quickly pulled the trigger.

The entire movement was executed in one smooth motion; it was a movement he had performed countless times, and it had long since become muscle memory.

The bullet, made of Amazonian metal, was fired from the muzzle, carrying immense kinetic energy as it tore through the air and shot towards the back of Bai Lang's head.

This is a terrifying attack that could injure even Superman!

Chapter 73 The Madman's Smile! A Nuclear-Powered Aircraft Carrier! (Seeking First Subscriptions!)

A sense of crisis arose in Bai Lang's heart, and the sudden sense of alertness made him turn his head slightly.

puff! !

The bullet, which should have hit the back of his head, pierced straight into his shoulder because of the twist.

Even bullets made of the hardest metal lose all their kinetic energy the moment they pierce the skin, thanks to the strong deltoid and trapezius muscles and the force of a magnetic field.

Bai Lang took out a hard bullet from his shoulder, and with a sudden force, the round bullet flattened.

The Death Shooter, who witnessed this scene from afar, felt as if the sky had fallen.

He really wants to swear right now.

Fuck! Shit! Is this guy even human?!

The bullet, made of Amazonian metal, only left a white spot on his body.

The sky was dark, the clouds were heavy, and the wind was howling.

Under the terrifying force of the rotating magnetic field, golden arcs of electricity filled Bai Lang's body.

His body slowly stepped into the air, his black cloak billowing behind him.

Rumble!!

A muffled rumble of thunder rose from the sky.

Looking at the bewildered Death Shooter on the building not far away, the powerful figure in the sky smiled slightly, finally revealing a terrifying smile befitting a madman of the magnetic field.

"laugh......"

Upon seeing that chilling smile, Death Shooter felt a chill run down his spine.

He hurriedly raised his gun, aimed at Bai Lang's figure, and was about to fire another shot at him.

But a sonic boom came from afar, and the wind and waves surged, crashing against his steel armor with a crackling sound.

A dark figure appeared in front of him, the moonlight casting a shadow that covered his entire body.

boom! !

The Death Shooter pulled the trigger, then drew his dagger and weapon from his waist and launched a sudden attack.

Amidst the violent whistling sound of tearing air, the bullet made of Amazonian metal transformed into a black streak and was about to shoot out of the barrel.

Even that last shot couldn't harm Bai Lang, let alone the one fired by Death Shooter in his haste.

Faced with the barrage of bullets and the relentless attacks of the deadly shooter, Bai Lang's gloomy face remained expressionless.

He calmly extended his right hand and grasped the bullet with perfect precision.

The blade that Death Shooter swung was also shattered into pieces by the force of the magnetic field rotating on Bai Lang's arm.

Deathshooter stared in horror at his arm, which was now a bloody mess, with even his specially made tungsten steel armor cracked.

Bai Lang stared at the person in front of him, the domineering power of the rotating magnetic field had already allowed him to read the other person's memories.

He saw the military send the other side to Gotham twice.

The first time was to assist Deathstroke on a secret mission, and the second time was to capture Batman alive.

Looking at the terrifying, demonic Batman before him, Deadshot took a deep breath and calmly said:

"Super Batman, the general wants to see you."

With his rank of Major General, few superhumans in America would refuse such a request.

Because the military's involvement represents the country of America.

In Deadshot's view, even Superman of Metropolis would never dare to act rashly in this situation.

Bai Lang remained expressionless upon hearing this.

He already knew from the other party's memories that the military didn't want to see him, but to capture him alive.

This was just a lie fabricated by Death Shooter out of fear of being crushed by himself.

Even at this moment, Bai Lang was able to read the other person's thoughts and memories at any time.

Opposite him, Death Shooter stood there seemingly calmly, but his eyes were full of fear, and his intact left hand rested on the pistol at his waist.

Although the pistol was of little use to Bai Lang, it at least gave him a little sense of security.

'This Batman's power level needs to be reassessed... Let's stabilize him first, and then make further plans.'

Thinking of this, Deadshot spoke up: "The government has been paying close attention to the various situations that have arisen in Gotham, including Batman and the Super Batman who appeared about six months ago, so this time the military wants to..."

As he was talking, he noticed the mocking look in the eyes of the Batman across from him.

That's as if to say, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Stabilize me first, then we'll make a decision, right?" Bai Lang said calmly, withdrawing the power of the rotating magnetic field back into his body.

How could he know what I was thinking?

Death Shooter's expression immediately turned grim as he stared intently at his opponent.

"How do I know what you're thinking? It's because I can hear your inner voice."

Bai Lang stated frankly that he had no reason to deceive such insignificant individuals.

Seeing this, Death Shooter gritted his teeth and pressed the controller beside him.

Da da da da!!

In the pitch-black sky, a dozen helicopters flew in from a distance.

Each helicopter carries heavy machine guns and large-scale firearms such as rocket launchers.

The dark, deep launch port exuded an aura of death, aimed at the white waves before the Death Shooter.

Bai Lang looked up and glanced at the helicopter overhead.

As if sensing something, he turned his head and focused his gaze on the distant sea.

Crash!

In the distant sea, the water churned, forming a 30-meter-high arc-shaped wall of water.

The steel deck pierces the waves, and the behemoth forges ahead.

A ghostly blue light emanated from the seabed, turning the entire area into an eerie fluorescent glow.

This is clearly a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

The massive vertical launch tubes spun mechanically, their dark muzzles pointing toward Arkham Asylum.

At the same time, a video message suddenly appeared on the Deadshot's communicator.

Opposite them was the image of the third Joker.

“Death Shooter, I told you you couldn’t handle him, right?” the third Joker chuckled.

Death Shooter gritted his teeth, his face expressionless, only the cold sweat beading on his forehead revealing his inner turmoil.

As he spoke, the third Joker looked at the white waves in front of Deathshooter.