Wayne ignored the middle-aged Spider-Man. When he opened the door and got in, a red and blue figure had already sat in the passenger seat quite naturally.

"Can I say that this is considered car theft? Of course, the car was probably earned by that kid selling medicine powder, but no matter what, it is considered a kind of theft." As soon as Spider-Man sat down, he started talking.

It hasn't stopped.

"Of course, I won't send you to the police station, otherwise I think both of us might be arrested." Spider-Man danced and said, "You are a car thief, and I am a spider wearing inferior clothing.

A homeless man in a battle suit.”

Wayne really has nothing to say about Spider-Man's familiar behavior.

She could only hope that the look in her eyes would make Spider-Man understand that she didn't really like him following her.

"Hey, don't show that disapproving look, okay? I think you need an assistant, just like Robin." At this point, Spider-Man used his big eyes to make a rather dangerous look.

eyes.

Specifically used to imitate the rather dangerous look of the Bat Family.

Seeing the disapproving look from Wayne, Spider-Man could only recover his eyes: "If you think about it, I definitely do more good than bad."

Spider-Man showed off his biceps to show that he is definitely a good helper.

"Robin doesn't talk as much as you do, and besides, I don't need Robin." Wayne didn't intend to continue arguing with Spider-Man and drove the pickup truck directly.

"You don't need Robin? What you like is definitely not the Batman in the main world in the comics. Let me think about it. What you should like is the old man from the Flashpoint incident? Or something else?" Spider-Man thought hard.

To be honest, he is quite familiar with Batman from DC comics.

But after he became Spider-Man himself, he didn't have much time to read those comics carefully.

He can still remember some quite famous Batmans, which is considered a good memory.

Listening to Spider-Man chattering on the side, Wayne felt for the first time that sometimes women are not necessarily equivalent to three hundred ducks, and men may also be equivalent to three hundred or even six hundred ducks.

And Spider-Man is equivalent to a thousand.

Thinking of the Spider-Men who got together later, Wayne's head felt a little big.

Of the six Spider-Mans, although two or three do not like to talk much, there is always someone who has maintained his or her own persona and become a guy who talks too much.

"Shut up!" Wayne finally chose to step on the brakes.

"OK, OK, you look like this makes me a little scared." Even though the Spider-Man was trying his best to avoid speaking, he still had no choice but to say a few more words.

"Get down." Wayne didn't want to be in the same space with this guy anymore, so he coldly issued his expulsion order to Spider-Man.

"Are you telling me to get off?" Spider-Man pointed to his mask in disbelief. He never imagined that one day he would be disliked by others.

When he met Wayne's eyes, he knew that Wayne was telling the truth.

He could only shrug: "Okay, you are the boss, of course I will listen to you." As he spoke, he opened the car door and left his seat.

"But." After getting out of the car, Spider-Man wanted to say something to Wayne, but the only answer he got was the roar of the car's engine and exhaust fumes.

".Don't forget to come back and pick me up. He is really a guy who doesn't want to listen to what others say." Spider-Man felt helpless and shot out his own spider silk, pulling himself to the roof of a building and observing Wayne carefully.

direction of travel.

He still wasn't too worried about that die-hard Batman fan.

When acting with that die-hard fan, his spider sense always gave a faint reminder.

Wayne didn't regard him as someone he could trust at all.

Always be on guard against yourself.

"Let's see what you can do." Spider-Man felt the cold rooftop under his feet and turned his head, "Of course, it would be better to give our friendly neighbor little spider a pair of shoes to wear first."

When Spider-Man was looking for shoes that fit his size, Wayne now really felt that letting the guy get off was a pretty good choice.

The whole world is pure.

Finally, I can start taking action on my own.

But Wayne also knows that it is completely impossible to really get rid of Spider-Man.

New York is much more familiar to others than to you.

It is estimated that when I found Hell's Kitchen, Spider should have already arrived at that place one step ahead.

I just don't know if there is a blind lawyer in this world who stays here every day to fight against evil.

Thanks to the driving skills from Batman, Wayne is now able to drive to the maximum speed within the prescribed range.

As for why not speed directly.

The pickup truck Wayne is sitting in now may not be able to successfully escape from the hands of P.D.N.Y.

"According to what the guy said, he comes to Hell's Kitchen once every two days. Although the location is not the same, it is probably in the same area."

While driving the vehicle, Wayne checked the car's automatic turn signal record.

After selecting the two groups with the highest repetition rate, and conducting a lot of simulations in his mind, Wayne already roughly knew the general area he should go to.

Before Wayne even got close to Hell's Kitchen, someone had already observed the pickup truck.

As a frequent visitor to Hell's Kitchen, this car is indeed quite familiar to the gatekeepers of Hell's Kitchen.

But they did not relax their vigilance just because they were familiar with it. They knew very well that today was not the agreed time to pick up the goods.

Even if that kid has sold out all his goods, they can't let him into Hell's Kitchen. No one can violate the rules of Hell's Kitchen.

"Hey, kid, that's not the case today." Before the guy shouting to the pickup truck could finish his words, he saw a figure jumping out of the truck.

The pickup truck showed no signs of slowing down and rushed straight towards Hell's Kitchen.

"Oh, shit!" All these two guys could do was avoid the collision of the pickup truck and save their lives first.

But after the two of them swore, they would never let them meet that black guy again.

Otherwise, he will definitely break out all his teeth.

It was already dark tonight, but he was certain that he had definitely seen someone jumping out of that pickup truck before.

It's probably that damn black guy.

"Mother fucker!! Gavel, are you okay over there?" The person who first shouted to the pickup slowly stood up, patted the dust on his body, and shouted to his partner.

The question was, where was the answer? The only answer was the sound of a short circuit in the pickup truck that crashed into the wall not far away.

"You weren't hit by an out-of-control car, were you?" This abnormality made him immediately pull out the pistol from his waist and walked towards the other side.

"Hey, brother, say something back to me."

When he really touched Gavel's side, he found that his brother had been completely knocked unconscious.

When he wanted to check Gavel's vital signs, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

The jet black mask and angry expression made him feel a little weak in his legs for a moment, and he even forgot to raise his gun.

While he was still unconscious, Wayne directly squeezed his gun-holding hand and used his joint technique to directly break the man's elbow joint.

Before the guy could scream from the severe pain, his head had already hit a nearby building under Wayne's control.

The violent impact caused him to lose consciousness instantly.

The voice that was about to shout out was silenced by this move.

After taking the pistol out of the guy's hand, Wayne was quite skilled at dismantling the pistol into its parts.

And threw the small parts directly into the sewer.

At least one or two missing parts makes the possibility of this gun being picked up by a homeless person and restored to its original form quite low.

He raised his hand and fired the hook gun into the sky above the building, and Wayne had disappeared from here.

The sound of the car accident was very obvious, drawing the surrounding attention.

What Wayne needs to do now is very simple.

Check where they all converge here from.

A small car accident is unlikely to attract all the people around it, but at least it can let people know what Hell's Kitchen is like now.

Chaos, or order?

The chaotic Hell's Kitchen is more beneficial and orderly, so it will take some time to solve it.

Not everything goes the best way Wayne thought, and the car accident really caught the attention of those guys.

Already started to move.

However, it is an organized move.

They even sent a small team to patrol the surrounding area to ensure that no one would suddenly attack.

Only then do you dare to let people check what is happening around you.

"Our janitor was knocked unconscious." The person going to the door looked at the two people who fell on the ground, and after judging that they still had a chance to survive, they reported through the intercom, "The condition is very bad."

"Do we have a hospital?" the other end of the intercom said coldly.
To be continued...