Chapter 645: Continue the Killing

However, in this tense and chaotic moment, Batman knew that now was not the time to think about these deep-seated problems. He quickly gathered his mind and refocused his attention on the scene. He knew that only by being calm and focused could he survive this life-and-death battle and protect innocent lives.

Batman turned his eyes back to Terminator Luther, who was standing there with a faint smoke coming out of his gun. The series of shooting actions just now were accurate and decisive, demonstrating his extraordinary strength and calm mentality. However, there was no expression on Luther's face, as if everything just now was just a trivial part of his daily work. This coldness and ruthlessness made Batman feel a little uneasy.

Batman knew that he couldn't just stand by and watch. Although the Terminator had solved the crisis at hand, there were still more criminals and lunatics he needed to face. This was a war without gunpowder smoke, and every decision might be related to life and death. He took a deep breath, adjusted his state, and prepared to join the battle again.

He knew that this battle had just begun, and he would continue to move forward. No matter how many difficulties and challenges lie ahead, he will persist until the final victory.

The helicopter of the TV station continued to hover in the air, transmitting this scene to every viewer in real time. The citizens of Gotham City looked at the pictures on the TV screen, and their shock and admiration were beyond words. They saw the heroic performance of Batman and the Terminator, and also saw their efforts and sacrifices to protect the city.

"Awesome!"

"Kill all the criminals in one go, so cool!"

The praises of the citizens came one after another, and they were proud and fortunate to have such a hero.

Luther put away his double guns, turned around and said to the hostages: "It's okay, you go." His voice was calm and firm, as if everything just now was really just a trivial part of his daily work.

However, the hostages did not relax because of this. They looked at Luther's cold and firm eyes, and an inexplicable fear surged in their hearts.

"But the passage to Arkham Asylum has been blocked, and we can't get out." One of the security guards stood up with a tremor in his voice.

Arkham Asylum is located on an island, and there are only a few fixed passages for entry and exit. Now these passages are blocked by criminals, and the hostages can't escape at all.

Luther frowned slightly when he heard this. He really didn't think about this problem. However, he believed that Batman would definitely think of a way. After all, this dark knight can always get out of danger at a critical moment.

"Then hide and wait for me to deal with all the enemies." Luther said calmly. Although there was no warmth in his words, it gave people an inexplicable sense of security.

At this time, Batman was indeed thinking about how to solve this problem. He knew that he couldn't let the hostages stay here all the time, otherwise once the criminals launched a more violent attack, they would be in a more dangerous situation.

So he quickly contacted Alfred and asked him to send a yacht to transport the hostages. The Wayne Group is a big family, so naturally there are luxury yachts and ships on standby at any time. However, in order to hide his identity, Batman did not use his own yacht.

Soon, several yachts and ships came to the vicinity of Arkham Asylum. Under Batman's command, the hostages were transferred to yachts and boats in an orderly manner. At the same time, Batman also arranged people to patrol the island to prevent criminals from taking the opportunity to attack.

Watching the hostages leave safely, Batman finally breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that his next task would be even more difficult. He needed to face more criminals and lunatics to protect the safety of the city.

However, he did not fear or retreat at all. Because he knew that this was his mission and responsibility. He would continue to move forward until the last moment.

Luther continued to move forward, and suddenly felt a strong malice coming from the front. He stopped vigilantly and scanned the surroundings with a torch-like gaze.

Suddenly, a black shadow rushed out of the darkness and pounced on him. Luther reacted quickly, dodged the attack with a sideways move, and grabbed the other party's arm at the same time.

At this time, he saw the other party's true face-it was a hideous and burly monster, covered with scales, and sharp teeth and nails flashed cold light in the moonlight.

This is the new enemy Luther encountered-Killer Croc!

Killer Croc's real name is Waylon Jones. He was born with an extremely rare atavism disease.

This disease made his teeth and nails become extremely sharp, and scales began to grow on his body. As time went on, his appearance became more and more like a crocodile, which made him suffer endless discrimination and exclusion in society.

When he was a child, Waylon used to scrub his body with water to prevent this terrible change.

However, every scrubbing brought great pain, as if countless knives were cutting his skin.

In the end, he had to give up this futile attempt and let his body grow scales, becoming more and more like the ferocious crocodile.

"Killer Croc? Are you crazy again?"

Luther, who grabbed Killer Croc's arm, threw the powerful villain to the ground with an agile shoulder throw. Dust flew, Killer Croc roared in pain, and his body struggled on the ground, trying to stand up again.

Luther didn't give him any chance. He quickly took out his pistol and fired at Croc. The gunshot was deafening, and each bullet hit the target accurately.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!!!"

The bullets hit Croc's body with a dull thump.

Surprisingly, these bullets were able to penetrate his originally indestructible body. Croc screamed miserably, and blood gushed out of his wounds, staining his scales red.

Luther didn't stop his movements. He continued to shoot until Croc completely lost the ability to resist. In the end, Croc lay on the ground, motionless, with only a faint gasp.

Luther put away his pistol, walked to Croc's side, and looked down at him.

He noticed that although Croc's body was riddled with holes, new granulations were vaguely visible under his scales.

"The regeneration speed is not bad, but..."

Luther mercilessly finished off the knife and sent Croc away.

Some versions of Killer Croc are good guys, but more often he's a bad guy.