Chapter 1 The Bat Costume

The figure wore a jet-black bat suit, his entire body encased in a skintight outfit, revealing only his mouth and nose.

This bat suit had a few obvious differences from the one worn by Batman in the old days: first, it had no belt at the waist; second, the cape was shaped like a pair of raised dragon wings; and third, a bright yellow, incredibly conspicuous bat symbol was printed on the chest of the skintight suit.

"Loyal believers, I descended upon this city long before I had an army, my divinity built upon your faith." the_Bruce stood on the top of the cathedral, unfurling his cape, opening his arms, and speaking loudly through the communicator at his mouth, "Does anyone want to seize my sacred throne? Tonight is the night! This is your ancient privilege!"

[The crowd in the square knelt down, listening to the declaration of the King of Gotham.]

[Those searchlights with the bat logo, in various colors, swept upwards, as if to celebrate his appearance.]

"Prove yourselves, come and shake my position!" the_Bruce continued, "I, a descendant of the first Bat God Bruce Wayne, am willing to accept your challenge!" As in previous years, he began to state the rules, "Tonight, whoever... can catch and kill a resurrected villain before I do, will win a chance to challenge me - and if you can kill me in a fight, you can become the new God!"

[At the same time, four "villains" were also released from their restraints.]

As the narration spoke, the Joker, Harley, Two-Face, and Poison Ivy in the picture were all "lifted" out of their glass pillars. The midsection of their bodies was bound by a metal ring as thick as a steel bar, and a steel cable was connected to the metal ring. At this moment, they were like puppets hanging from the end of a rope, lifted up and placed into four vehicles respectively.

"At this moment... pray to the Bat for survival!" the_Bruce turned around and said to the "villains," "Beg for mercy, beg for liberation, beg for slaughter..."

Before he finished speaking, the four villains had been placed in their respective "seats."

The Joker was riding in a flat, triangular-bodied modified car. The rear wheels of the car were huge, taller than the body, while the front wheels were of normal size. The front of the car was equipped with four strong spotlights, and the bumper was made into the shape of a "big mouth," looking like a huge smile from the front.

Harley Quinn's vehicle was similar in style to the Joker's, but her car was painted in red and black, and there was no "big mouth bumper" on the front.

Poison Ivy's vehicle was a green flyer, slightly larger than a motorcycle, with many plant-pattern decorations painted on the body, using levitation technology and having no wheels.

And the vehicle that Two-Face was riding in... was rather shabby. It was a mini aircraft, which looked like a disc with a diameter of less than two meters, on which up to two people could stand. Two operation rods more than one meter high stood on the disc, which were both operation rods and handrails.

However, rudimentary as it was, at least this thing could fly, which was an advantage in some ways.

"Some innocents must die to save others..." the_Bruce's generous statement came to an end, "Order must be reversed, and redemption will come! My people, show your sins in front of the villains, and the Bat will purify them! Now... let the killing begin!"

[For the four of you, the rules are simple.]

[As long as you can kill Bruce while being hunted throughout the city, you are free.]

[But so far, no villain has survived this ritual...]

Amidst the deafening noise and roars, the Joker, Harley, Two-Face, and Poison Ivy drove their vehicles and rushed out in four different directions.

They ran over the crowd, broke through a bloody path, drove onto the streets of Gotham, and disappeared into the night...

When the opening CG ended, the players gained control of their bodies in the next second.

[Main Quest Triggered]

[Survive the chase and rendezvous with at least one teammate.]

The moment Feng Bujue came back to his senses, the task prompt rang in his ears. But he didn't have time to look at the game menu at the moment, because he found himself sitting in a speeding car, holding the steering wheel.

[Your appearance has been adjusted to the Joker's appearance in the NPC's perspective.]

[There is an extra item in your trench coat pocket.]

Two more system prompts sounded, and at this moment, Feng Bujue had already stepped on the brakes.

But the car didn't stop... it didn't even slow down.

"Ah~ as expected." Feng Bujue seemed very calm. He looked ahead, trying to control the steering wheel, and analyzed the current situation, "This car has no brakes at all, and..." He tried to move his shoulders, "The seat belt is holding me tightly in the seat..."

"For the Bat!" Suddenly, a figure rushed out from the front. The man stood in the middle of the road, shouting slogans and showing a fanatical expression on his face.

When Feng Bujue saw this, he didn't make any special response. He just kept going straight, letting the martyr hit his "Joker car."

Bang—

The man was knocked into the air and fell to the shoulder of the road. A few seconds later, he died on the spot.

His body was slumped in a pool of blood in a very twisted posture, and some of the purple gas leaked from the front of the Joker car stained his body, making the dead body's face show a hoarse, grinning, hideous smile.

"Hmph... how ironic." Feng Bujue had no sympathy for the man who was looking for death. He just sneered, "Faced with that situation, the real Joker would never turn the steering wheel. So, the real villain wouldn't have anything happen to him." He shook his head, "Only a good person would turn the steering wheel sharply to avoid that person, which would lead to the car losing control."

At the same time, on the street behind Feng Bujue.

A Batmobile quickly drove over and stopped next to the corpse. the_Bruce jumped out of the car, bent down and picked up the dead man's body, and pondered: "Look... the Joker's first victim."

He wasn't talking to the air. There were surveillance cameras everywhere in the city, and many mobile cameras were tracking and filming in the air.

"I will avenge this innocent victim, I swear!" the_Bruce said confidently, his heroic appearance was broadcasted and played on countless large screens in the city.

Even Feng Bujue, who was driving, saw this scene on the screens on the street.

"Hehe..." Jue-ge smiled, "If you dare to come, I dare to kill you..." As he spoke, he had already taken out the [wjQ-308 Military Shovel] from his bag, "But... killing you like that would be too lacking in drama."

Obviously, with all his abilities unrestricted, Feng Bujue didn't take the_Bruce-level Boss seriously at all. At this moment, he was already planning something else...

"Well... this belt is quite tough." Thinking about the plan in his mind, complaining on his lips, controlling the steering wheel with his left hand, and holding the military shovel with his right hand, using the serrated edge of the military shovel to cut the seat belt on his body... This was Feng Bujue, a person who was used to multitasking.

Before long, he successfully freed himself, and jumped out of the top of the speeding car.

The out-of-control car quickly crashed into the wall and overturned, while Jue-ge simply somersaulted lightly in mid-air, took a few steps to dissipate the inertia, and then landed suddenly.

"Okay... next, what needs to be dealt with is..." He stood in the center of the street, looking around. The dark street was empty, but a few mobile cameras shaped like falcons were circling in the sky seven or eight meters above the ground.

"Joker! Accept the Bat's punishment!" Suddenly, a roar rang out.

Accompanied by the shout, a figure wearing a bat suit swung down from mid-air with a rope, attacking Jue-ge.

"Two hundred and thirty-odd pounds, ordinary skintight suit, ordinary cloak, mask and gloves, the muscle contours on the clothes are all sewn on, extremely poor skills, fat and clumsy..." In just a moment, these pieces of information flashed through Feng Bujue's mind.

"Hmph..." Jue-ge snorted coldly as he looked at the figure flying over. He didn't even bother to use any skills, he just slightly turned sideways and dodged the opponent's attack.

As the man swung past him, Jue-ge conveniently gave him an elbow strike to the waist.

"Ah!" The fake Batman fell from the rope and crashed heavily to the ground. The severe pain in his waist almost made him faint. Compared with that, falling on all fours was nothing.

"What do you want to do?" Feng Bujue took a few steps forward, walked to the man's side, and looked down at him, "Do you think you can kill me? Then defeat the_Bruce and become the new God?"

"Uh... uh..." The fat man was speechless, perhaps he had internal bleeding or injured his spine, or maybe he was just scared.

"Heh..." Feng Bujue laughed inexplicably. He raised his head, glanced at the mobile cameras, then bent down and said to the fat man on the ground, "Look at your expression... why_so_serious?" He looked directly into the other's terrified eyes and continued, "Come on, smile."

At this moment, all the big screens in the city were broadcasting the situation here (the split screens on the edge of the screen were broadcasting the others escaping in their vehicles), and everyone was watching this scene, including the_Bruce himself.

"Can't you understand?" Seeing that the other party didn't respond, Feng Bujue took out a pistol from his pocket (this gun was the item he got after entering the script) and pointed it at the fat man's forehead.

"Cough... uh..." The imposter was so frightened that he was about to cry, but he still forced out a distorted smile. Ironically... he was still wearing a homemade bat mask on his face.

"Hehe... that's right." Feng Bujue said with satisfaction, and then stood up straight and put the gun back.

The tense nerves of the man on the ground suddenly relaxed, and he fainted...

Jue-ge smiled noncommittally, then looked up at the mobile cameras and said, "My villainous companions, listen up!" He recited loudly, "The dew is thick at first... the crane in the cloud nest. The long day only passes one... chess." After finishing these two sentences intermittently, he turned and left.

In most scripts, the dialogue between players and NPCs will be automatically translated into the other party's native language by the system. However... the characters in the script really didn't understand the two sentences that Jue-ge just said. In their ears, the "Joker" was uttering some strange syllables, which they couldn't understand...

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At the same time, the other three people in the city...

Harley, played by Ruo Yu, was still sitting in the car at this time. Her situation was similar to Jue-ge's a few minutes ago. The car had no brakes and the seat belt was locked. And her response plan was similar to Feng Bujue's - she chose to cut the seat belt with a long sword.

However, Ruo Yu's ability to multitask was a little worse than Jue-ge's. It took her longer to control the speeding car and cut the seat belt. Moreover... it was really inconvenient to use [Consecration] in the car. This was not the folding military shovel that was only forty centimeters long, but a long sword that was more than one meter long. It would be embarrassing if she accidentally cut herself.

Xiao Ling's situation was slightly better, because she had a military dagger with her, so when Feng Bujue was reciting poetry, she had already escaped from the flyer. At this moment, she had cleverly entered the city's sewer and temporarily escaped the surveillance of the cameras.

As for Xiao Tan... it was quite bad. First of all, although his vehicle could fly, the height was limited, and he couldn't fly very high; secondly, the speed of the aircraft was too slow, with a maximum speed of only forty kilometers per hour; third... his hands were fixed to the operation rods by two welded iron rings, and his feet were also locked to the base of the aircraft by two similar metal objects.

In summary, Xiao Tan couldn't reach into his bag to take things out for the time being, so he could only drive the aircraft around randomly.

And the worst thing was... he was trapped in a crowded area. There were a large number of people on the street and on the buildings on both sides. Some of them were dressed as civilians, and some of them were wearing knockoff bat suits, dressed as Batman or Batgirl. These people were besieging and intercepting "Two-Face," and attacking Xiao Tan with various homemade weapons (a few people had guns).

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Returning the perspective to Jue-ge...

After Feng Bujue moved forward quickly for a while, he stopped next to a distribution box on the side of the road.

"Well... this should work." He muttered to himself, and then took out the divine artifact military shovel again and pried the box open in no time.

Then, Jue-ge did something shocking - he actually took off his gloves and reached in...

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh-" It was unknown what he touched, but as soon as the electric light flashed, his whole body flew backwards. The hand he touched was directly burnt, and his body also emitted a burnt smell. After falling to the ground, his whole body was still twitching for a while.

But after a few seconds, Feng Bujue struggled to get up, put his gloves back on without changing his expression, letting the burnt meat and gloves stick together.

The people watching the live broadcast... were shocked at that time.

"Very good... this kind of burn doesn't produce a continuous health drain effect, it just hurts a little." Jue-ge thought, "Well... but the survival value loss is really amazing. I withdrew my hand as soon as I touched it, but it still dropped 50% of my survival value..." He licked his dry lips, "If I did this in real life, I'm afraid it would be enough to kill me several times..."

He was right. If he did this in reality, he wouldn't be able to withdraw his hand at all. Even if he could really withdraw it, that one second of time... would be enough to electrocute an adult.

"Phew—" After being electrocuted, Feng Bujue stretched and moaned comfortably.

In the next second, his expression suddenly changed. Five or six golden lights suddenly flew out from his hand, each hitting a mobile camera along a very precise trajectory.

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"What just happened?" the_Bruce looked at the surveillance screens in front of him that had all turned into snow, and asked in a deep voice.

At this time, the ruler of Gotham had returned to his castle and was standing in a room that looked like a command center. The entire wall on his right was filled with screens. In this room, you could see the pictures returned by all the surveillance cameras and mobile cameras in the city.

Several uniformed (the style was close to the first-generation Robin suit, with an r logo on the left chest) staff were sitting in the operating seats above, busy checking various data and reporting various situations.

"He... did he shoot?" The man who called himself "Gordon" and looked very much like Gordon quickly replied. He was standing not far from Bruce, holding the master's bat suit and cape in his hand.

"I don't think so..." Bruce said again, "Even if those rays of light were indeed gunshots, but... what about the scene where he was electrocuted before?"

"We've turned him into the 'Joker', he's a madman now, who knows what he's doing?" Gordon said.

"I think I know." Another person interjected from the side.

That was a bald old man, wearing glasses and wearing a khaki research suit. He was Dr. Klibon, the_Bruce's most important subordinate. At this moment, he was using a portable device to check Bruce's physical condition (so Bruce took off his shirt and cape).

"This person must be very smart... he realized that there was a tracking chip in his brain, but he knew very well that he didn't have the means and conditions to remove the chip..." Dr. Klibon said, "So, he used the method of electric shock..."

"I think the doctor is right. Before he destroyed those mobile cameras, we lost the tracking signal returned from him..." A staff member above turned around and responded.

Bruce immediately continued, "That is to say... we have completely lost track of him?"

The room fell silent.

"Heh... hehe..." Bruce sneered inexplicably, then turned to Klibon and said, "Is the checkup finished? How is the data?"

"Uh... the new heart has a good rhythm and there is no rejection like other transplanted organs." Klibon replied.

"Very good, Klibon, give me another shot of super stimulant." As Bruce said, he turned his gaze to the surveillance screen next to him, "Let's leave the 'Joker' to the end. I'll deal with 'Two-Face' first and appease the rioters outside."