Chapter 12: Night Patrol

Standing by the window, Chu Cheng looked at the Batman with his cloak flying across the street and couldn't help feeling sure for a moment.

At this point, there is no longer any doubt. Somehow, all of the heroes he plays in this game are mirrored in reality. Those legendary superheroes are like his agents, his clones, who can replace him to do things he can't do.

You can only play Batman for now, but more new heroes may be unlocked later. For example, Spider-Man, Iron Man, or even Green Lantern, Doctor Strange, Superman, and other powerful characters...

But at this moment, he immediately realized one more thing.

That is, if it is not necessary, he'd better keep the hero he controls as far away from him as possible.

There are similar scenarios in DC and Marvel original comics. For example, Spider-Man always swings around the school he attended, and it is guessed that he may be a teacher or student at the school.

Another is that there are people who can track Superman's flight trajectory on a map with black technology. The person is a local tyrant who spent a lot of money to draw Superman's daily flight path, only to find that this guy is always wandering around the Daily Planet.

With the lessons learned from these comic predecessors, Chu Cheng immediately realized that the heroes he controlled should stay away from here. Someday in the future, a local tyrant chases after a superhero and maps their locations, only to find that different heroes all appear around in this place, which could cause him to be exposed.

As long as he hides well and stays behind the scenes, all the heroes from Marvel DC will become his powerful thugs and become the foundation for him to settle down in this strange world.

Maybe he can develop into a super black and evil force, and he can also be the leader behind the scenes.

Thinking of this, he sat back in front of the computer, manipulated Batman to turn around and leave, and his thoughts didn't stop while walking through the night.

He only lamented the freedom of this game yesterday, but now he feels that it is a bit too free. The game hardly gives any guidance, not to mention that there is no such thing as the main mission, giving the player complete control over what they want to do.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, even the first task completed yesterday cannot be accurately called a task.

There is no clear concept of "mission" in the game at all, but a bat mark is placed on the roof of the Klein Group to remind players that there may be a situation there. But Chu Cheng thought that if he ignored this sign and manipulated Batman to go shopping in the city, it would not be impossible.

He felt like he had opened a Batman simulator; he could go wherever he wanted; there were no missions and no main storyline; and the plot was left up to him to discover on his own.

Just as I was thinking about what to do in the game, a small exclamation mark suddenly appeared on the game screen, as if the GPS location had updated the destination, and the location was not far from Batman.

Is there a mission coming?

Chu Cheng had a thought, so he manipulated Batman to walk in the direction of the exclamation mark.

…

Xiao Jing felt that today was definitely his unlucky day.

In the morning, the alarm clock didn't go off, and she overslept, so she rushed to the office on a small electric bike. She even skipped breakfast and was still five minutes late.

It was too late, and she happened to bump into the boss in the elevator, and the boss scolded her for being late. After finishing the work, it was only after the meeting that she realized that he  was in a hurry to leave. She had forgotten the materials he left on the table last night.

Originally, she wanted to go out with her friends to have dinner and hang out to boost her mood, but plans change and things happen that are out of her control. Walking on the road, she met a group of sleazy street thugs who approached her to strike up a conversation. She ignored it, quickened her pace, and wanted to leave, but she didn't expect them to drag her back.

"Don't be in a hurry."

"Let go." Xiao Jing was tired of pushing the thugs's hands away, but she didn't want to start a fight.

But suddenly the thug slapped her, which made her a little confused.

"Who do you think you are?" he thought.

Although there were not many people on the road, this scene still gathered a group that was stunned by the arrogance of these people, with many people stopping to watch, but no one dared to step forward to stop them.

Someone in the back took out his mobile phone and seemed to want to call the police, but a blond thug accompanying the man snatched the mobile phone and smashed it to pieces on the concrete floor.

"You like to be brave, don't you?" The blond thug slapped the man with a wave of his hand.

Xiao Fang lay down on the ground with half of her face stinging and her ears ringing. She waved her hands around and tried to stand up, but was pushed back to the ground severely.

The thug group surrounded her in a circle, and she smelled a strong smell of alcohol. The man was still yelling something vaguely, but her ears were still ringing, which made it difficult for her to hear anything clearly.

She gave up trying to get up and could only try her best to protect her body. She hoped that this was just an incoherent nightmare, and maybe at some point she would wake up in a cold sweat and find herself still lying in the warm bedding, and this unfortunate day hadn't started at all.

The thug raised his fist again while cursing, as if he were about to swing it down.

Snapped.

The lights went out.

Not only the street lights, but even the lights in the buildings on the street and the hanging electronic advertising signs, as if an invisible hand cut off the light source, dragging everything into the eternal silent darkness.

Everyone was shocked by this sudden change.

The man also stopped the fist that was about to drop and frowned. "What happened?"

The spherical object drew near their feet and exploded with a soft sound. The smoke screen quickly dominated the entire area, adding to the darkness.

A shadow spread its pitch-black wings, like a demon descending from the sky, and fell into the flying smoke.

The thug didn't see anything clearly. He only vaguely saw a black shadow flashing in front of him, and the bridge of his nose broke in the next moment.

The severe pain hit him like a tide; he howled like a pig and sobbed up instantly.

"Brother!"

The companion next to him waved his hand to disperse the smoke while trying to approach the thug, but he felt his arm sink after taking two steps, as if he were grabbed by something. Before he had time to struggle, the pain caused him to almost faint, along with the sound of dislocated bones.

The darkness and smoke blinded their eyesight. No one knew what happened; only the screams of the thugs sounded one after another on the smoke screen, as if weaving into a symphony of despair.

One of the thugs recovered from the severe pain of the broken nose, raised his head with blood dripping from his nosebleed, and then froze in place.

He wasn't afraid of getting hurt, and he wasn't particularly afraid of dying. In fact, it is very common for a person like him to get bruised and swollen from fighting with others.

He is the kind of person who has nothing to worry about, and fear is a very distant word for him.

After all, it doesn't matter if anyone dies, so what is there to be afraid of?

It was not until today that he realized that he was wrong.

He saw the looming shadow on the smoke screen. In the thug's mind, it automatically completed it into a hideous and frightening image. Huge black wings, blood-sucking fangs, and sharp claws that seem to be born for killing are things you may only see in your deepest nightmare.

Then he saw the thing coming towards him again.

He froze, stuck in place like a deer in headlights. He stared wide-eyed in horror, watching the bat-like monster cutting through the smoke and approaching him rapidly, feeling his heart almost jump out of his chest. The great sense of fear made him unable to move.

The punch to the cheek caused him to spit out a mouthful of blood, unfortunately mixed with a few teeth. The next punch made him feel like two or three ribs were broken.

The next shot that followed was especially ruthless, and the severe pain spread all over the body under the impact of the body.

Finally, there was a forward kick that nearly stopped his heart and lungs. The thug broke through the smoke and flew out, flew across the street, and fell on the opposite sidewalk, causing passersby to scream when he landed.

At this moment, he felt like a piece of fragile porcelain that had been smashed to pieces. Blood poured down his throat, nearly causing him to choke to death in his own blood.

The smoke cleared, and all the lights suddenly came back on.

Panting for breath, Xiao Fang sat up on the ground and looked around blankly, only to see the group of street thugs lying on the ground. unsure if they are dead or alive.

The onlookers were all surprised.

She felt a little dizzy and couldn't digest what she was seeing.

Just now, this is... what happened?

T/N: some names are confusing should I change them? If so what should I change them to?