socalfunplaces Chapter 137 The Shadow of the Red Hood
Chapter 137 The Shadow of the Red Hood
Chapter 137 The Shadow of the Red Hood
"Damn, he's actually got some skills!"
As Nightwing sighed, Batman beside him had already mobilized the Batplane hidden among the dark clouds.
A fighter jet with a striking bat-like design silently appeared above them.
Without a word, Batman pulled out his grappling hook and connected to the chains dropped by the Batplane.
With a whoosh, he quickly slipped into the fighter jet.
Seeing this, Nightwing immediately drew his grappling hook.
Just when he thought Batman would wait for him for a while.
Flames roared from the tail of the Bat fighter jet!
call out!
Nightwing's raised arm was still in mid-air, his finger still on the trigger, when he saw the Batfighter flying away.
"He gave me the middle finger too, why the rush?!"
He complained into the headset communicator, but Batman ignored him.
The Batplane was just a bit faster, disappearing from sight in a few seconds.
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Nightwing lowered his arm, retrieved the grappling hook, and looked quite annoyed.
He was naturally anxious about the disappearance of his two family members, Barbara and Tim.
"Seriously!"
Nightwing angrily punched the air, preparing to leave the rooftop and try to catch up with Batman.
The next second, he suddenly felt something slap his butt.
Nightwing turned around and saw a raven wearing a hood that looked like a spider web staring at him curiously.
The crow blinked its large white eyes behind its mask, as if trying to express something.
It's obvious that the crow was the one slapping its own rear end!
Nightwing put one hand on his hip, raised a finger, and pointed at the strange raven, saying, "First, I'm human. Second, I just got my ass mocked. Finally..."
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As he spoke, Nightwing inexplicably recalled a scene from not long ago.
That was the image he saw using the goggles technology.
A crow perched on the shoulder of a man wearing a red helmet.
"Damn it, you're that guy's pet crow!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than he received another slap on the buttocks.
Then the crow cawed and circled overhead before flying away.
Nightwing, who had been slapped on the butt again, even had a strange feeling.
That is...
Why does he feel like his butt has gotten bigger?
—A dividing line as the Batplane roars past. Batman sits in the pilot's seat, piloting the fighter jet as it flies low over the city.
Not far below the fighter jet, a motorcycle was speeding along, weaving between cars on the road, causing vehicles to honk their horns incessantly.
The driver was wearing a bright red helmet, which reflected the light when it shone on it!
Suddenly, the motorcycle turned around and sped off down another road.
The Batplanes changed course almost simultaneously!
Then the fighter jet immediately launched a grappling hook, aimed at the speeding figure, and plunged into it!
Red Hood naturally spotted the grappling hook in the rearview mirror and pressed the brake pedal.
The rear of the car suddenly lifted high, leaving the front wheels standing upright on the road like pillars.
The grappling hook dropped by the fighter jet clanged as it grazed the rear tire of the motorcycle and sank into the ground.
"keen."
These are the words that came to mind for Batman tonight in response to the Red Hood's performance.
"Whether it was from the moment they caught him, or from the moment he used words to disrupt their mindset, or from the moment he broke free and shot the short stick that was supposed to hit him."
Now, they lift the rear of the vehicle to avoid being targeted by the fighter jet's grappling hook.
Batman has to admit, this guy is definitely capable.
Although his fighting style is unknown, Batman believes he can deduce it from the opponent's actions.
He is a highly talented warrior.
It also has an excellent mentor.
Is the death knell enough to achieve this?
Batman thought to himself, then pushed the stick, and the fighter jet continued to descend.
The fighter jet's crescent-shaped bat wings folded in, and it followed the enemy into a tunnel.
inside the tunnel.
Many vehicles were startled by the appearance of this behemoth and honked their horns incessantly.
Not to mention there was a motorcyclist who seemed to have no regard for his life, driving at an extremely high speed as if he were rushing to a funeral.
Vehicles throughout the tunnel were affected.
Whether it was the bat-shaped fighter jet right next to their heads or the rainbow shadows darting past them.
In a short time, numerous vehicle collisions occurred inside the tunnel.
Logically speaking, fighter jets should be much faster than motorcycles.
However, due to these vehicle collisions, Batman had to slow down his pursuit to avoid seriously injuring people below during the chase.
The tunnel wasn't long, and thanks to the two drivers' speed, they reached the tunnel exit in no time.
The appearance of the tunnel exit prompted Batman to push the control stick, further increasing the speed and horsepower of the fighter jet!
The fighter jet moved as nimbly as a bird, drawing an arc in the air before the Bat fighter firmly blocked Red Hood's path.
"I definitely want to drive one if I get the chance!"
Seeing the old man's actions, Red Hood made a comment.
He freed one hand and flicked out a few smoke balls containing the smoke.
He then quickly drew his pistol, pulled the trigger, and a shot rang out.
The bullet hit the thrown smoke ball precisely, and the smoke exploded at the tunnel entrance!
Thick smoke enveloped the tunnel exit in an instant.
The thick fog also caused Batman to lose his sight.
The only option is to temporarily abandon the attempt to stop them, obediently retreat, and try to guess their next move.
The tunnel exit connects to another industrial area, which has many large warehouses.
In addition, because it was nighttime, the roads were still relatively empty.
Red Hood twisted the front of the car, pushing it to its limit, and swept past the pitch-black Bat fighter above.
He came to a new road, and this time he did not choose to speed along it.
Because sooner or later Batman will catch him.
No matter how much a motorcycle is modified, it can't match the speed of someone who invests tens of millions of dollars in technological upgrades.
Fortunately, this was the escape route he had personally chosen.
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The motorcycle tires screeched, and then with a whoosh, it darted into the alleyway.
The pursuing Bat fighter jet twisted 180 degrees and easily followed its opponent into the narrow alleyway, which was too narrow for a fighter jet.
But as soon as he went inside, Batman found himself being led by the nose.
Because the Batplane has no advantage in this alley!
Not only is it impossible to aim accurately, but you also have to pay attention to piloting the fighter jet.
In other words, from the moment he discovered this guy to the current chase, he had considered every single situation!
How could someone be so meticulous?!
Moreover, they had anticipated his series of actions!
It feels like facing another version of yourself!
Batman thought to himself, then noticed that the other person was heading towards a large warehouse not far away.
The fighter jet was several car lengths behind the motorcycle before it sped out of the alley.
The motorcycle crashed through the iron gate and sped into the entrance of a warehouse.
Without the slightest hesitation, Batman activated the ejection seat.
The Batplane made a graceful upward swerve and avoided crashing into the warehouse entrance.
Batman then unfurled his cape as he detached from the fighter jet, using it to cushion the impact of the airflow.
It transformed into a bat and jumped into the glass window above the warehouse.
With a crash, the glass shattered, and large shards fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Batman landed in the high-altitude utility tunnel above the warehouse.
On either side are railings to prevent falls, and Batman, positioned in the middle, slowly rises.
Meanwhile, they searched for the figure in the red hood inside the warehouse.
He hadn't looked for more than a few seconds when he spotted the motorcycle lying on the ground not far away, and the red-hooded man was nowhere to be seen.
A pungent odor permeated the surroundings.
This is a warehouse for the chemical industry.
Batman narrowed his eyes.
This reminded him of a long-ago memory, a scene before a madman appeared.
However, this memory did not play in his mind for long.
He walked through the utility tunnels, listening to all the sounds hidden in the shadows.
Batman suddenly stopped.
A figure emerged from the darkness ahead.
He was wearing that familiar, bright red helmet.
Red Hood arrived at a railing, placed his hands on it, and looked down at the chemical pool below.
"Although it's not the same location, I think the recipe is similar."
Red Hood glanced at Batman and chuckled, "This place should remind you of some bad memories, right? Don't tell me you didn't, I don't believe you."
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Batman narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything.
Then Red Hood waved his hand, his tone casual and relaxed: "Don't worry about Barbara and your new Robin, they're safe and sound, I can assure you of that."
Batman asked coldly, "Who are you?"
Despite saying that, he instantly threw a batarang.
Red Hood drew his gun at the same time, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, he found that the batarang had already pierced the muzzle.
Once fired, the barrel will inevitably explode.
It will also harm yourself.
"You're still as outstanding as ever."
Red Hood sighed, then tossed his pistol aside, which fell directly into the chemical pool below.
He raised his arms, feigning surrender.
Red Hood spoke up: "You know what? When I saw you again, I appeared exceptionally calm, like a ship on a calm sea."
"But... but I could clearly feel the cable snapping, the steel beams twisting, and the icy seawater rushing into the gaps."
"Sooner or later, at some point in the future, this ship will sink completely to the bottom of the sea."
Batman:
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A series of thought-provoking words came from the other person's mouth.
This made Batman realize that the person in front of him was definitely an opponent he had faced long ago.
But who could it be?
It feels both unfamiliar and...familiar?
"Sigh, I guess I'll get used to your silence."
Red Hood said softly, "It's about time. See you next time, Batman."
As soon as the other party finished speaking, a series of beeping sounds rang out from the warehouse.
Didi—
Batman immediately identified the source of the noise: the motorcycle that had fallen to the ground.
A time bomb?
The bomb is estimated to be located near the fuel tank. Once it explodes, the motorcycle will also explode, which will then affect the surrounding chemical pools.
There will be a series of explosions.
Batman's first instinct wasn't to run away, but to try and grab the red-hooded man who was waving goodbye with his back to him.
The rope dart was thrown in the blink of an eye, about to lock onto the opponent's swinging arm.
Unexpectedly, the opponent's next move made Batman's eyes widen slightly.
Before the rope could even wrap around his arm, Red Hood had already pulled out a small military knife.
The instant the rope wrapped around his arm, he swung the knife fiercely!
The rope snapped on the spot.
Before anyone could be shocked, an explosion rang out.
Boom!!!
Tonight's battle ended with this man-made explosion.
The figure in the red hood had long since disappeared into the darkness, seemingly unafraid of being implicated in the explosion.
Batman quickly drew his grappling hook and carried him away from the chemical warehouse, heading upwards to hide.
Before the flames from the explosion burst out of the warehouse, a bat-like figure appeared first.
He rolled over, then lifted a corner of his cloak and held it in front of him to shield himself from the blast wave.
A blazing red light briefly shone on him.
At this moment.
Aside from the deafening roar of the explosions that pounded the chest, and the crackling of the flames burning fiercely in the warehouse.
It seems to be telling another story.
That's what the fire looked like—like that guy's helmet.
Narr...
The shadow of the red hood will forever haunt Batman.
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