Chapter 147

A police car pulled a harsh alarm and just turned the corner. Before it could see what was going on in front of it, a garbage can flew over and hit the front window heavily.

With a "creak", the poor police car, staring at a piece of garbage, drifted on the road, and the tire slipped out a trace of smoke on the ground and crossed the road.

The two policemen on the car almost rolled and got off from the other door. The other police cars behind also hurriedly stopped on both sides of the road.

"My God, what's that?"

Among the stunned police officers, a masked man in red and green was fighting with a black haired man. The masked man's jumping ability is amazing. His hands can constantly eject sections of white, spider like things, so as to fly around in the air.

The man with black hair has amazing strength and thick skin. No matter how many times he is knocked down by the opposite side, he can always stand up again soon.

Without the restrictions of the cage, Peter can finally give full play to his strengths. You don't have to compete with Downey's fighting skills. With spider silk, you can fight guerrilla warfare around Downey.

Unfortunately, after Downey was controlled by Bart again, his physical quality was improved a little more than when he was in the cage. Peter couldn't beat Downey in an iron cage in a short time. Now it's even more impossible.

Because of Downey's restraint, Peter relaxed his attention to Bart, so Bart escaped back to his apartment and didn't know what to do.

Looking at the inhuman battle scene between Peter and Downey, the police officers with only small pistols didn't know what to do. They could only blockade the surrounding areas, evacuate the people, and then try their best to look like the above for support.

No way. After all, there are no superheroes yet, and the police are not used to dealing with these abnormal guys.

Fortunately, a superior came to take over soon.

A bright red sports car came at a gallop, shuttling flexibly between police cars, and rushed to the front of the team in the blink of an eye. Then the door opened and a pair of slender long legs stretched out, attracting the eyes of all the men nearby.

Tina didn't care about the hot eyes around, twisted her small waist, took a loudspeaker, stepped on high-heeled shoes, and then shouted, "smelly boy, where's my shrimp dumplings?"

Peter trembled and almost fell out of the air. He barely avoided Donny's punch. Without looking back, he shouted, "elder sister, is it time to discuss this problem?"

"Of course," Tina crossed her waist and shook her thighs without lady style, "I'll remind you, boy, because you didn't deliver the takeout in time, someone didn't eat lunch, led to high blood pressure and began to be grumpy..."

Peter took the time to glance, and his heart couldn't help but burst.

Only Tina, no Sharon.

Is Sharon really angry, as Tina said?

Just when Peter was nervous, Sharon had sneaked into the apartment building. He knew better than Peter that the short fat Bart was more dangerous than Downey like a mad dog.

The dark apartment corridor was filled with a pungent smell of blood. Sharon carried HK416 and searched the apartment building cautiously. Soon he found that he was violently knocked open in a room on the first floor. Looking carefully, he saw a bloody white haired old lady lying in the room.

The body has been ripped open. Obviously, it can't die anymore.

Sharon narrowed his eyes. He saw at a glance that the heart of the body had been dug out. With his finger on the trigger, he walked slowly inside. In the small living room, Bart was kneeling on the tea table with his back to himself, constantly kowtowing and murmuring.

On the glass tea table, there was a plate in which the heart was still beating.

"You beast, raise your hands!"

Sharon raised his gun and said coldly.

"Hey, hey..."

Bart gave a gloomy and terrible laugh. In the laughter, he slowly turned his head and revealed a pair of blood holes.

His eyes have disappeared.

Just like the previous victims.

"Young man, you are too curious. Don't forget, curiosity... Will kill the cat... "

Bart's voice was strange, sharp and harsh, as if he had pinched his voice with his fingers.

"You're not Bart," said Sharon with a slight eyebrow. "So... What's your name?"

"Hey, hey..." Bart didn't answer positively, but still made that harsh and strange laugh. "Take Donny and come to Gotham... I'll wait for you here."

Sharon sneered: "Gotham is very big. Where shall we meet?"

"When you get to Gotham, I'll contact you."

"Really? It sounds like an underground joint, but it's a pity... "

Sharon suddenly pulled the trigger and made a third blood hole in Bart's face.

"For... Why?"

Although there was a hole in his forehead, Bart was still alive, just a little surprised.

"Nothing. I just hate being coerced."

Sharon shrugged and impolitely poured all the bullets on Bart. Bart's fat body, like a plastic bag in the wind, convulsed wildly, twisted and trembled.

But in the blood and meat flying, Bart still gave a sharp laugh: "it's useless, young man... Come to Gotham and face your fate... Remember, take Donny, or you'll be responsible for the consequences... Hahaha..."

In the crazy laughter, Bart's body smashed. Sharon saw something wrong and flew out of the living room for the first time, so as to avoid being drenched by the flying plasma.

Looking at the living room being pasted with a layer of flesh and blood, Sharon covered her nose and just wanted to turn around and leave. However, as soon as he turned around, a blood mist ejected from the mirror hanging on the side wall and shot at Sharon.

But when the blood mist touched Sharon, a layer of weak white awn appeared in front of Sharon, accompanied by a sad scream, and the blood mist and white awn melted at the same time.

Sharon calmly turned to look at the mirror and saw that he was not reflected in the mirror, but a dark shadow completely condensed by the black fog.

"How is that possible?"

The sound of swallowing echoed in the air.

Sharon grinned "ha", rolled up his sleeves, pulled open his buttons and untied his coat:

"I have left God, right Buddha and Sanqing Daozu in my heart, Hallelujah protects my whole body, and there are eight trigrams in the palm of heaven and earth!"

I saw more than a dozen strings of Buddha beads of different sizes on Xie Lun's wrist, and a string of crosses, statues of Maria, jade Buddha, Kirin and Guanyin hanging around his neck

These things add up to dozens of kilograms. They are hung around the neck and are not afraid of pressing the cervical spine.

What's more ridiculous is that Sharon's coat lining is still sewn with a round of Tai Chi eight trigrams, and an amulet is painted with cinnabar on his chest.

In front of the shadow, Sharon took out a bottle of holy water, unscrewed the cork, and drank it up.

As soon as he finished wiping his mouth, Sharon burped: "grandson... Or granddaughter, I protect the body by all gods and all dharmas gather. What else can you do with me?"

With a dull bang, the mirror turned directly into powder.