From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

Without struggling or screaming, the attacked man lost consciousness instantly.

Woods could see clearly that the silver shadow jumped down from the roof, fell more than ten meters, used the unfortunate man below as a cushion, and then landed gracefully.

"bat--"

wrong!

Batman was dressed in all black, while the person not far away was dressed in pure white with a silvery sheen.

Upon seeing the silver mask on his face, Woods cursed inwardly: Another freak in a suit! The Joker killing several Batman impersonators seems to have had absolutely no deterrent effect!

Tonight's operation went wrong, let's retreat!

Just as Woods was about to turn and run, he heard an electronic voice disguised with a voice changer coming from the walkie-talkie: "Michael Woods, Rafe Booker, James Long, you three scum of the Major Crimes Unit, do you think you can still escape? Surrender obediently, and I'll spare your lives."

Woods' hands, which were gripping the steering wheel, suddenly froze.

The person in front of them had already revealed their true identities. Even if they managed to escape tonight, they could forget about ever showing themselves openly again.

Maroni hates useless trash, and if they just run away like that, they'll never be able to hold their heads high again.

That being the case...

Then let’s give it a try!

Upon spotting the man in silver, a glint of rage flashed in Wurz's eyes. He quickly turned the steering wheel with both hands and simultaneously slammed on the accelerator.

That shimmering outfit was clearly high-end; it was probably bulletproof, like Batman's suit. But as long as he was still flesh and blood, being hit by a speeding car would definitely not be pleasant.

With the full supply of gasoline, the engine roared loudly in an instant.

The newly arrived police car in Gotham sped towards the man in silver.

This reckless charge startled the other party, who put down his golden gun and raised his left hand towards the car.

With fingers together and fingertips pointing upwards, this is a gesture that traffic police often make, meaning "stop the car".

But Woods wasn't going to stop. He was going to run over this freak and teach him a lesson for meddling in Gotham City!

"go to hell!"

*

The two were several dozen meters apart, and with the noise from the vehicles speeding by, Leo obviously didn't hear what the bald man driving was saying.

But with that ferocious look on his face and the way he floored the accelerator, he clearly had ill intentions.

He originally intended to shoot out the tires to force the other men to get out of the car.

Now, he has changed his mind.

A simple calculation: If a 2010 Ford police car carrying four people is sprinting at full speed for 30 meters, how fast will it be when it reaches him?

Pure White's answer was—the speed should not exceed 40 kilometers per hour.

"If it's less than 40 kilometers... then Harvey, who's sitting in the back, is probably fine. At most, he'll have a mild fracture and a concussion."

Leo waved his left hand and began setting up defensive fortifications on the open ground in front of him.

Two cement blocks were placed side by side.

Worried that the obstacle was too light, he added a lot of cement slabs to reinforce it.

Adding the two together, it's probably around 100 tons.

After doing all this, he leisurely took a few steps back, intending to wait for the other person to knock himself unconscious before cleaning up the mess.

All of this seemed to take a long time, but in fact it only took two seconds.

Woods was driving his police car when he saw a small mountain of cement slabs suddenly appear in front of him.

The figure of the man in silver was completely obscured by the hill, and nothing could be seen.

His mind went blank for a moment, and he thought it was a trick, that the other party was just using holographic projection or some other weird technology to block his vision.

But that cement mountain... seven or eight meters wide, nearly three meters high... it's fucking terrifying!

The veins on his face were throbbing, and his arms were trembling.

No, you must not gamble. Better safe than sorry!

He hurriedly tried to brake with his right foot, but in such a short distance, at full speed it would only take five seconds. The brake he applied only slowed the car down slightly, and it inevitably crashed into the concrete pillar.

Chi-

boom----

"It's fake, it's fake, it must be fake..."

He was still praying like this until the very moment before he crashed into something.

Unfortunately,

The deafening roar, the deformed hood, the deployed airbags, the dizziness in his head, and the sharp pain in his calves all told him that the mountain was real!

Early Success: Chapter 226 Saving Private Harvey Dent

boom--

The fortifications in front of us trembled for a few seconds, shaking off a cloud of dust.

Leo pulled his fingers out of his ears and covered his mouth and nose instead.

It was a tense and exciting battle, but unfortunately the opponent was too weak, and he fell down before he could even exert his strength.

He raised his left hand high and waved it forward with style, and a drone flew out of the factory window to conduct reconnaissance in the sky.

In the thermal imaging footage, the police cars on the other side of the concrete mountain were in a terrible state.

At the last moment, the corrupt cop named Woods swerved the steering wheel slightly, causing the passenger side to bear the brunt of the impact.

In vehicle crash tests, this is called a 25 percent offset frontal crash.

The result was that the A-pillar on the passenger side was slightly deformed, and the unfortunate person sitting there plunged headfirst into the airbag, his body already immobile. It's unknown whether he's dead or alive.

The other three seemed to be alright; their good habit of wearing seatbelts and the excellent quality of the police car meant they only suffered minor injuries.

The plan goes through!

Leo placed his left hand flat and walked straight forward.

The concrete slab blocking his way vanished into thin air the instant it made contact, returning to the space.

The small hill made of cement slabs vanished like a phantom, just as abruptly as it had appeared.

He cruelly abandoned the two cracked concrete blocks.

In the blink of an eye, the police car reappeared.

Leo's Krenzikov remained in fourth gear and cautiously walked to the side of the car.

Through the cracked windshield, he saw the bald man covered in sweat, clutching his right leg and howling in pain.

Click.

Leo opened the driver's side door, only to see the man who had been clutching his leg and groaning just a second ago suddenly raise his right hand, in which was a black police pistol.

His acting skills and reaction speed are indeed good, but Leo is no longer the ordinary programmer he once was, and he was already on guard!

In bullet time, the man's arm moves as if in slow motion, and its trajectory is clearly visible.

Leo drew his Zero smart pistol with his right hand and aimed it at his head. His left hand flashed out and grabbed his wrist.

Woods was startled and still tried to make a last-ditch effort.

But the silver-clad man's palm was as if it were made of steel, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge it an inch.

In his nervousness, his index finger unconsciously tightened.

boom!

There was a gunshot.

"Uhhhhh-!"

A heart-wrenching scream escaped his throat once more, this time without a trace of acting.

That unlucky guy... shot himself in the right leg.

The bullet entered through the front of the thigh and exited through the kneecap.

Fortunately, it seems they didn't hit an artery.

Unfortunately, my kneecap is broken, so I can't be a Root Boy anymore.

Leo comforted him sympathetically, "Don't worry, if you ever get out of prison, you can go and join Penguin. You both have a limp in your right leg, maybe he'll consider you a good brother."

Excruciating pain, terror, despair, and the silver-clad man's mockery all surged into Woods' mind, shattering his last shred of reason.

He was no longer thinking straight, and instinctively threatened, "Do you know who you're going against?! In Gotham, if you dare offend Maroney, you'll be lying naked in a sewer the next day! You—"

His threat was interrupted by a fist that rapidly enlarged in his line of sight.

Bang!

Titanium skeleton, subcutaneous armor, vital points, and a deliberate, powerful punch!

Four-fold bonus, unleashing a super critical hit!!

Woods' nose shattered instantly, along with all his thoughts.

With just one punch, he successfully helped the criminal, whose face was contorted in pain, escape his torment.

Leo looked at the bald, muscular man who was "peacefully asleep," and took out a tissue with satisfaction, carefully wiping the bloodstains from his fist.

He has at least suffered a moderate concussion, and a severe one cannot be ruled out. Adding to the car accident and leg injury, even if this person and the passenger in the front seat survive, they will both be disabled.

"You deserve it!"

Leo walked away nonchalantly.

He wouldn't care even if those two died; it was entirely self-defense, and he was fighting criminals. Even someone as paranoid as Batman couldn't say much.

Next, we'll deal with the last two.

As he opened the front door, the corrupt policeman sitting in the back also shoved open the back door and dragged the unconscious Harvey out of the car.

His injuries were slightly less severe than the previous two, and he was still able to stagger backward with one hostage in tow.

But this speed of movement, slower than walking, obviously couldn't escape Leo's pursuit.

He realized this himself, and in a fit of despair, he stopped where he was and pressed his sidearm tightly against Harvey's temple.

"Don't come any closer!" he shouted in terror. "I know your clothes are bulletproof, but the prosecutor's head isn't!"

Leo calmly raised his pistol.

"No, no, no—put the gun down! Please! Put the gun down! I don't want to kill him, I just want to leave, please let me go... If you let me go, I'll leave Gotham right now and never come back!"

The young corrupt cop did everything he could to hide behind Harvey.

However, the muscles of a person in a coma are relaxed, making them heavier than when they are awake. He struggled to support the muscular Harvey with one hand and quickly began to lose his strength.

A thought struck Leo, and he controlled the drone to launch a dive-bombing harassment attack on him.

Faced with the oncoming drone, the corrupt cop instinctively turned his gun around. Although he reacted in less than a second and tried to stop, it was too late.

boom!

With a gentle pull of the trigger, the smart pistol fired a tracking bullet in semi-automatic mode.

With the help of intelligent programs and algorithms, this caseless bullet, which is actually an ultra-miniature guided missile, cleverly bypassed Harvey and accurately hit the right hand of the corrupt policeman holding the gun.

"what!"

Amidst gasps of surprise, his sidearm flew from his hand.

In the critical moment, the corrupt cop's decisiveness made Leo look at him with new respect—he released Harvey without hesitation and lunged at the pistol that had fallen to the ground.

The reaction was quick, and the awareness was excellent... but it was all for naught.

"If you still want that hand, I advise you not to touch a gun again." A synthesized voice came from behind, like the whisper of death. "I'm not Batman, you'd better not test my patience."

The pistol was less than a centimeter from his fingertips, yet the seemingly insurmountable distance felt like an insurmountable chasm.

The young, corrupt policeman's fingertips trembled, and after repeatedly extending and retracting them several times, he slowly withdrew them.