Chapter 461: Monster! Give me back my grandpa!

Snap!

The overhead lights of the abandoned factory suddenly all turned on, and the light instantly flooded the entire space. Damian instinctively squinted his eyes, and when his vision recovered, he saw several figures appearing around them.

These people had various shapes and colorful appearances, and at a glance, they did not look like decent people.

Damian recognized their identities at a glance.

Two-Face, Mad Hatter, Electrocutioner, Professor Pyg, Scarecrow, and Poison Ivy.

Without exception, they were all prominent supercriminals in Gotham’s criminal circle.

The fact that several of them appeared here at the same time was clearly not a coincidence, but a pre-set trap.

Damian swallowed his saliva and whispered: “Foster grandfather, it seems we have fallen into a trap.”

Although he had always been confident in his own strength, facing so many supercriminals, he still couldn’t help feeling a bit timid inside.

Darian calmly said: “Don’t panic, Foster grandfather has a way.”

Just while the two were talking, this group of supercriminals had already gathered around and surrounded them in the middle.

Scarecrow looked down at the Riddler lying on the ground with his hands behind his back and cursed: “This idiot swore that he had arranged hundreds of riddles and traps in the city, guaranteeing that Batman could be worn out to exhaustion and then lured here for us to attack together.”

“As a result, until now, not even a shadow of a bat has been seen, and only two came… Holy shit, clown!”

Halfway through his sentence, Scarecrow’s gaze swept over Damian’s face, and his voice suddenly raised.

Damian: “…”

How did these words sound like cursing.

The others also noticed the disguise on Damian’s face and were instantly stunned.

Speaking of the two people in Gotham’s criminal circle who were most dared not to be provoked.

One was Batman, and the other was clown.

Although supercriminals were vicious, they at least had clear purposes.

But clown was different.

That lunatic never played cards according to common sense, and no one could guess what he would do next.

One second he might hook your shoulders and call you brother, and the next second he would smilingly stab a knife into your kidneys.

But after they looked closely, Mad Hatter rolled his eyes: “Scarecrow, you should change your eyes. Where is this clown? It’s clearly just a brat.”

Electrocutioner looked at Damian with suspicious eyes: “This brat looks so much like clown, could there be some relationship between the two?”

“Congratulations on guessing it right.”

Darian stared at them with his nostrils flared, putting on an arrogant posture: “Let me introduce you, this is clown’s own grandson. If you know what’s good for you, put down your weapons and surrender with your hands up now. Otherwise, if clown finds out you bullied her grandson, none of you will escape.”

Damian blinked.

If he was clown’s own grandson, what did his dad Batman become? clown’s own son?

“clown’s grandson?”

Several supercriminals looked at each other, all with faces full of disbelief.

Poison Ivy crossed her arms and sneered: “What a joke, how could a person like clown have an own grandson? Even if you want to make up a story, at least make up a decent one.”

Darian shook his head with a serious expression: “Who says there isn’t? clown even has a son.”

Scarecrow laughed loudly: “You can say such outrageous words? Why don’t you say Batman and clown are a couple.”

Darian showed an expression of surprise: “How do you know?”

The crowd was speechless for a moment.

This guy really just speaks whatever comes to his mouth.

Seeing that none of them believed him, Darian sighed helplessly: “Nowadays, no one believes the truth anymore.”

Two-Face had a cold face and interrupted this farce: “No matter who you are, since you broke in here, don’t even think about leaving easily.”

While speaking, he took a coin out of his pocket and flicked it gently with his thumb.

The coin rotated and flew into mid-air, landing on the back of his hand, and was covered by the other palm.

“Let the coin decide your next fate. Heads, you leave; tails, you stay.”

As his voice fell, he slowly removed his palm and looked down.

Tails.

“Unfortunately, you must stay here.”

Two-Face’s tone was icy, just like a judge pronouncing a death sentence.

Professor Pyg was the first to walk out, holding a butchering knife stained with dark red blood.

“They are mine! I’m going to turn them into my art pieces!”

Professor Pyg was a schizophrenic with an evil personality wearing a pig head mask.

He frequently kidnapped innocent people to do terror experiments, transforming people into various weird shapes through surgery, and sometimes even making human-animal hybrids.

Among them, the most famous were the human centipede, seal man, dog man…

Besides this, his knife skills were extremely superb, coupled with superhuman strength, hacking people was just like cutting melons and vegetables.

Damian had done his homework in advance, so he naturally knew the horror of Professor Pyg.

Damian quickly pulled out the long blade behind his back and whispered a reminder: “Be careful, his knife skills are very powerful.”

“Just knife skills, as if anyone couldn’t do it.”

Darian sneered contemptuously, snatched the long blade from Damian’s hand, and swung it wildly in place, making flashy movements.

Finally, he tucked the knife behind his back, freed his left hand to point at Professor Pyg, and shouted loudly: “Come over here!”

Professor Pyg looked at Darian’s set of movements with great disdain in his heart.

In the eyes of a knife-fighting expert like him, Darian was purely flashy and obviously had never played with a knife.

And at this time, facing the enemy, he actually put the weapon behind his back. If facing an attack, it would be too late to defend at all, which was no different from courting death.

Professor Pyg naturally did not let go of this opportunity. He suddenly stepped forward and rushed forward, raising the butchering knife and hacking down towards Darian.

However, the moment he approached, Darian’s hand that was originally tucked behind his back suddenly reached out, abruptly holding a Golden Desert Eagle, and pulled the trigger at Professor Pyg.

Bang!

The gunshot was deafening, and a bloody hole appeared on that huge pig head mask.

Professor Pyg’s eyes widened, full of disbelief, and his entire body fell straight down.

Darian blew on the white smoke drifting from the muzzle and sneered: “I told you to come over and you actually came over.”

Everyone present was stunned.

Not to mention where this guy pulled the gun from, how could that knife still hang stably on his back without falling down without a hand holding it?

Damian was equally dumbfounded: “Foster grandfather, is this also knife skill?”

Darian said righteously: “This is American-style Quick Draw of mine, of course it counts as knife skill.”

Scarecrow stared at Darian’s face and suddenly felt a bit familiar.

“Wait… He is the Gotham Gun God!”

Hearing this, the complexions of several supercriminals changed.

They had heard a little about this title.

This person was an officer of the Gotham City Police Department, ruthless in his actions, and countless criminals died at his hands.

A while ago, he even killed his way through half of Arkham Asylum alone, and even eliminated their peer Mr. Zsasz, being even more ferocious than Batman.

Several supercriminals looked at each other and did not hesitate.

“Kill him!”

Poison Ivy raised her hand and beckoned, and several vines near her feet quickly crawled across the ground, flanking the two towards them.

“Good foster grandson, protect yourself well.”

Darian threw the long blade back to Damian and raised his gun to shoot.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets fired in succession, and the vines rushing at the very front were broken at the waist. Green juice squirted from the broken ends, and they fell to the ground and wriggled a few times before stopping.

Damian’s martial arts skills were not bad either, waving his long blade to hack the incoming vines into pieces.

Just in the gap where the two were dealing with the vines, Electrocutioner suddenly rushed over from the side.

He wore a special current device on his body, and blinding electric light lingered on his hands.

“Turn into charcoal for me!”

Electrocutioner pounced fiercely on Darian, grabbing Darian’s shoulders with both hands.

Crackle, crackle!

Electric light exploded, and blue-and-white sparks splashed everywhere on Darian’s body, illuminating the surroundings in a pale white.

“Foster grandfather!”

Damian was entangled by vines on the side and simply had no time to rescue.

Electrocutioner still pressed his hands on Darian and laughed triumphantly: “Hahahaha! Mere Gotham Gun God, isn’t he still caught by me…”

Suddenly, his laughter got stuck in his throat.

I saw Darian still standing in place, with current darting around his whole body, yet his body did not suffer a single bit of harm.

“How is that possible?”

Electrocutioner’s smile froze on his face, his eyes widened.

The reason he himself could not be harmed by the current was because he wore an insulated suit.

But Darian was just wearing ordinary clothes, why could he also withstand such strong voltage?

“You should know that the human body conducts electricity, right?”

Before Electrocutioner could react, Darian had already raised one hand and pressed it directly onto his large face.

Crackle, crackle!

Electrocutioner’s whole body began to twitch violently, white smoke rose from his whole body, and vague whimpering sounds came from his mouth.

Darian casually threw him to the side, exactly hitting the Riddler lying on the ground. And coincidentally, the current device was still on, and coincidentally, an arm smashed right between the Riddler’s legs.

Crackle, crackle!

“Ahhh—!”

Riddler suddenly widened his eyes, uttered a shrill scream, and then rolled his eyes, tilted his head, and passed out completely again.

“Be terrified—!”

A thin figure had sneaked behind Darian at some point.

Scarecrow wore a rag hood, raised both hands, and the spraying device hidden in his cuffs sprayed a large amount of Fear Toxin at Darian.

“Playing with fear in front of me, you’re quite brave.”

Darian raised an eyebrow.

Ignoring the Fear Toxin, he flicked out a yellow light that surged into Scarecrow’s body.

Scarecrow’s body suddenly stiffened and suddenly became terrified.

“Batman! Why are you here! No, don’t come over!!”

As if seeing something extremely terrifying, Scarecrow waved his hands wildly at the air in front of him, emitting a pig-slaughtering scream from his mouth, and finally passed out from fright directly.

In the blink of an eye, half of the supercriminals fell to the ground one after another. The only ones left standing were Two-Face, Mad Hatter, and Poison Ivy.

Seeing that Darian was so ferocious, Two-Face’s complexion was ashen, and he turned his head to low-drink at Mad Hatter: “What are you still stunned for? Hurry up and use your ability to control him!”

Mad Hatter had invented a special mind-control device. As long as he approached the target, he could brainwash the target into a hypnotic-like state, completely obeying his commands.

Mad Hatter’s mouth twitched, and his expression was very ugly: “You think I don’t want to? I used it right from the beginning, but this guy has no reaction at all!”

Two-Face’s expression froze.

Ignoring electric shocks, ignoring Fear Toxin, ignoring hypnosis…

What kind of monster was this guy anyway?

How did he feel even harder to fight than the boss Batman?

“A bunch of useless men.”

Poison Ivy rolled her eyes at them, her tone full of disgust.

Then, she raised her right hand, palm facing up, and gently blew a breath towards Darian’s direction.

A burst of invisible hormone spores drifted over with the wind, and there was a faint floral fragrance in the air, enveloping Darian’s whole person.

“Become my slave, Gotham Gun God.”

Darian’s body clearly paused for a moment.

His complexion began to struggle, and he gritted his teeth: “No, I am the Gotham Gun God, Gotham’s nemesis of crime, the annual kill leaderboard number one of the Gotham City Police Department!”

Everyone:…

The first two can pass, what the hell is the last one?

Are you guys the Gotham City Police Department or the Gotham Mercenary Corps, how can there be such a thing as a kill leaderboard?!

Poison Ivy was a bit surprised: “This guy’s willpower is greater than I imagined. He actually wasn’t controlled by this.”

She licked her tongue and instantly became interested.

Darian’s strength was so powerful that he could defeat several supercriminals without any effort.

If she could take down Darian, wouldn’t she be able to use Darian’s strength to deal with Batman?

Poison Ivy’s eyes lit up, and she said to Two-Face and Mad Hatter: “Catch him, I have a way to control him and make him help us deal with Batman.”

Hearing this, Two-Face and Mad Hatter immediately lowered their heads to study the ants on the ground intently, indicating that these ants were truly ants.

What a joke, even a warrior like Professor Pyg was not Darian’s opponent. How could two squishy weaklings like them catch Darian? They certainly didn’t want to end up like the others.

Poison Ivy looked at the two men playing dead, her eyelids twitching slightly.

Men really are unreliable!

But the current environment was very unfavorable to her as a plant person. There were not many plants in the abandoned factory for her to control, and this amount of vines posed no threat to the two of them.

Poison Ivy secretly calculated in her heart: “There’s no way to spread high-concentration toxins to this man through saliva like this. Should I just run away now…”

Oops!

Before she finished speaking, she saw Darian ahead suddenly slip his foot and fall to the ground.

The surrounding vines immediately swarmed up, wrapping his entire person up, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a big rice dumpling.

Poison Ivy: “…”

Such a familiar scene, it seemed she had seen it somewhere before.

Poison Ivy didn’t have time to think carefully. Seeing the opportunity right in front of her, she immediately controlled the vines to grab Darian over.

“Foster grandfather!”

Damian exclaimed, picked up his long blade, and rushed over, wanting to save Darian.

“Poison Ivy, return my Foster grandfather!”

Seeing Damian preparing to pull a Calabash Brothers style rescue of grandfather, Darian used strength from unknown origins, forcibly breaking open the tough vines with one hand and pushing Damian several meters away.

“Run!”

Darian shouted loudly at Damian: “You are no match for Poison Ivy, hurry to the West Side and invite Batman!”

Good foster grandson, you are still young, you can’t handle Poison Ivy. grandfather is older, let grandfather handle it.