The Era of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 198 Coulson's Digital Gotham Journey

Amidst the sound of bullets rubbing against metal, a burly man wearing a carbon alloy battle armor slowly walked out of the smoke and dust. He was wearing a weird mask with pointed ears, and the white bat mark on his chest was shining brightly. The black metal cloak was like a banner in the wind ups and downs.

He just stood there, as if he had merged with the overwhelming dark clouds and the dark Gotham City behind him, drowning everything around him in this turbulent darkness like a tide.

"what!"

There was a sharp cry, and the little brother behind a penguin was like a cat whose toe was trampled on. Seeing that familiar figure, his hair exploded, and the grenade gun in his hand fell to the ground in fright. .

The Penguin turned his head and glared at this shameful sissy boy, and kept scolding his mother in his heart, why is it so unlucky to meet those little bat cubs?

"Oswald!"

Batman's indifferent voice sounded without any ups and downs, Penguin turned his head instantly like an obedient soldier, straightened up, and even subconsciously put his big belly back.

"Are you going to find a bed in Arkham by yourself or should I take you there?"

Coulson was sure that Penguin was as afraid of the Bat-Man as his little brother: his calves were shaking!

"Go, go!" Penguin kicked the little brother beside him with a dexterity that didn't fit his figure, then he closed his umbrella and took a few steps back.

The younger brothers who were pushed in front of the Penguin could only pour useless bullets at Batman with a bitter face.

Batman took a sliding step and approached the group of gunmen who had completely lost their fighting spirit like a ghost. With each punch of the simple and cold "Bat Punch", at least one person fell to the ground.

It was also in the tens of seconds after Batman knocked down these little brothers, the witty Penguin had already completed the transformation of his black umbrella.

The black umbrella turned into a high-speed rotating propeller, which set off an upward airflow like a helicopter, driving Penguin's fat figure into the air quickly, and flew towards Gotham City without looking back.

Two small bats shot out of the air and shot towards the penguin in the air.

Sensing the approach of the dart, the Penguin grasped the handle of the umbrella with both hands and leaped vigorously. He tilted his head slightly, and the dart flew past.

"Haha!" Penguin turned his head, grinning wide, and exclaimed excitedly, "Missed, haha!"

Unfortunately, he was too happy too soon.

The two darts passing by flashed a dim light, and the explosives filled with them exploded with a bang, splitting the catch net hanging from the tail of the dart and covering the penguin.

Batman pulled the thin wire connected to the dart with both hands, exerted a little force, and the Penguin screamed and fell from the sky, lying on the ground in disgrace.

Penguin thumped the ground angrily, stood up staggeringly, and pointed the black umbrella at Batman, but his face couldn't hide his fear.

It's like this again, everything about myself. Why is everything in this stinky bat's plan!

Flames spewed out from the umbrellas, Batman turned around and blocked it with his cloak; the umbrella ribs fired silently like a sleeve arrow, and were caught by Batman's hands; the umbrella stand stabbed out like a spear, Batman shook slightly, caught under his arm and broke .

Then, the dark sharp-eared devil rushed in front of the penguin.

"Ah, no~~"

The penguin waved the sharp blade that popped out of the umbrella handle, howling like a pig being pressed to the chopping board.

Batman ignored him, the black casserole-sized fist hit the Penguin's abdomen, and then the blue electric current burst out suddenly.

The Penguin rolled his eyes, screamed again, and fell limply to the ground like a dead pig.

Ignoring the messy surroundings and the wailing of the gangsters, Batman walked slowly to the bloodied Coulson, took out a green syringe from his belt, and nailed it to Coulson's ass.

With the rapid injection of therapeutic drugs, the wounds on Coulson's body stopped bleeding quickly, and several small wounds even started to scab.

"Vegetable shopper, vegetable shopper!" Coulson cast his eyes on the silent Batman for help, begging:

"Give her a shot too, she's dying!"

"She's dead!" Batman frowned and said calmly:
"Don't worry, Penguin will be punished as he should. This time, he will be locked up in Arkham for at least a week!"

a week?That is a life!
The high-ranking officials and rich men in America all know that they have to stay for at least a year and a half before being released on parole!

Coulson felt extremely absurd and angry. This realistic and fierce battle had completely blurred the boundary between reality and virtuality.

He grabbed Batman's wrist angrily, pulled him to stand up, and shouted angrily:

"Never! Kill him!"

Batman's only exposed jaw twitched, and he broke free from Coulson's hand with a twist of his wrist. He said in a hoarse voice, "You are a victim. Since I have your forgiveness, how about reducing it to three days?"

"What?" Coulson looked at Batman in disbelief. He was stunned for a while, and then suddenly remembered that Xiao Hei who was clearly dead, but resurrected and led the Penguin to revenge.

"So locking him up is a bigger punishment than killing him?"

"Hmm!" Batman looked Coulson up and down a few times, and he couldn't feel the traces of 'Gotham' at all.

Is this a newborn baby?But how come they will be bald during their infancy?
A few seconds later, Batman explained coldly: "Within Gotham, the first death and resurrection cooldown within a week is two hours, the second four hours, and so on, up to 32 hours!"

After speaking, Batman pressed his belt, and a small bat-drone picked up the comatose Penguin and flew to the Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of the city.

A gust of wind blew, and a huge pitch-black steel raptor descended from the sky and landed on the lawn.

The dreamlike advanced structure, like the fuselage of a bat dart, sprays plasma flames. Coulson stared blankly at this sci-fi aircraft, and suddenly felt that the Quinjet aircraft of S.H.I.E.L.D.

So are forward-swept wings and VTOL the future?

Batman jumped up and landed on the hatch of the Bat-fighter. Suddenly, he felt something and looked back at the stunned Coulson.

For some reason, the more he looked at Coulson, the more he felt that he was handsome, and even Coulson's Mediterranean was a little cute.

'Tim is going to college soon and I need a new Robin. No, Robin is a teenager!But this bald head just looks a little older, in fact it's still in its infancy'

Batman was caught in a struggle and hesitation.

Deep underground, Li Hao, the only designated boss in the digital world, slightly increased the interference, but the struggling look on Batman's face became more obvious.

"Because I'm Batman!"

Batman instinctively said this sentence, and then felt his whole body relax and feel much more comfortable.He turned his head and waved at Coulson, saying coldly:
"My Robin is enough! But you are so naive and weak that you can't survive in Gotham, come with me, I can give you a little help."

The hatch was closed, and the Bat fighter climbed straight up in the air, and a gorgeous blue flame spewed out and disappeared into the sky.

In the backstage of Digital Gotham, Li Hao, who was holding a cup of coffee, sighed leisurely and did not forcefully interfere.

In the process of making the fake come true, having "spiritual" data will naturally give birth to one's own will and dignity.Although he can use his 'creator' authority to forcibly order or even restart, but this kind of strong interference itself will deplete the ego and spirituality of life in the digital world.

It is so difficult to give Coulson some sweetness and attract Nick Fury, alas!
Who told this to be his own baby bat?

let it go!
The elevator fell to the bottom, and the elevator door slowly opened. Countless bats hanging upside down in the cave were startled, flapping their wings and flying around, and the bat cave lit up with fluorescent lights.

Batman led Coulson through the tunnel. Along the way, he opened five electronic doors, closed sixteen laser traps, and twisted around countless thorns before he came to a thick and solid metal door.

After the five-fold verification of voice, password, blood, iris, and fingerprints, the heavy metal door slowly opened to both sides, revealing two rows of display cabinets.

"You can choose an item from it, go!"

"Thank you!"

Coulson glanced at Batman, showed a gentle smile, and scanned the collection cabinets.

A playing card with a grinning ghost, a green gift box, and a puddle of wriggling mud covered by glass.

If the natives of Gotham come to visit, any piece of collection can make them amazed, and then tell ten or twenty things about its original owner, but for Coulson, this is completely winking to the blind .

Coulson didn't know the value and function of these collections at all, so he could only quickly walk through the collection shelves one by one.

A badly worn coin and a bloody baseball bat are so varied that it's hard to tell which is right from the outside.

But soon, he found a treasure that he had seen before.

It was a pitch-black umbrella with a metallic luster.

Just less than an hour ago, the invincible Penguin was still showing off with it, transforming the umbrella into various weapons such as guns and knives, and it can also be used as a one-man flying machine.

If I have this umbrella, I can also become a very special agent, and my nickname can be called 'paratrooper'.
Suppressing his excitement, Coulson still withdrew his gaze, and reluctantly walked to the next collection cabinet.

Near the end of the collection room, he saw another heartwarming object.

A slightly broken silver-blue full-coverage exoskeleton is sealed in a glass cover. The inner layer of the glass cover has been covered with ice crystals, and the whole set of armor is constantly emitting cold air, but you can still vaguely see the drum behind the exoskeleton. The backpack he picked up and the azure weapon in his hand.

"Oh my god, it's so beautiful!" Coulson stroked gently with one hand through the glass, as if touching the armor inside the glass, and asked obsessively:
"Can I take it with me?"

"can!"

Batman at the door nodded, and the glass cover opened in response. After a burst of white mist, the shivering Coulson finally saw the whole picture of the armor.

The mist that had been well-behaved in the eyes diffused again, and turned into a few lines of text:
Obtain Mr. Freeze's cryogenic armor and freezing gun, which can lock the direction of its own evolution to this direction.

Note: Rogue Gang (growth stage)—Captain Ice (mature body)—Mr. Freeze/Mr. Mechanical Freeze (full body)

Are you sure?

"Yes!"

Seeing 'Captain', Coulson chose to confirm without hesitation, and then the armor in the glass cabinet disappeared before his eyes, but there was no more armor on him.

Before Coulson could study where the cryogenic armor was, Batman, who had been waiting for a long time, urged him to leave.

The Batplane landed one after another, and a few minutes later, Coulson returned to the vegetable shopping woman's villa on the outskirts of the city.

The villa was still emitting heavy smoke, but the lawn outside the villa had been restored to its original state.

"After the grocery shopping woman is revived, her villa will be restored!" After saying this, Batman lifted his cloak, shot a hook from under it, and hit the hatch of the Bat fighter.

At the moment when he flew up, the voice of Batman's always indifferent and hoarse voice changer came again:

"Don't make trouble, I will always watch you!"

After the bat fighter flew away, Coulson walked to the villa of the grocery shopping lady, and was going to thank the lady for her help after she was revived.

But before Coulson walked to the door of the villa, he disappeared with a "whoosh".

At a certain corner of the street, a huge bat landed on a utility pole as lightly as defying gravity, and stared at the garden of the villa with its wings folded like a sculpture.

Just now, less than 3 minutes after he left Coulson, his 156 monitors of various types disappeared at the same time.

Batman pressed the communicator in the pointed ear, and said to the other end: "Penny One, enter the Gotham City Resident Database, and check it for me."

In the early hours of the morning, Coulson, who had slept for twelve hours, finally opened his eyes refreshed. Everything in Gotham was like a lucid dream.

"Kolson, you're finally awake!" In the somewhat dark office, Nick carefully observed Coulson's face, "Anything to gain?"

"It's just unbelievable, Chief!"

Coulson couldn't hide his excitement, and grinned as he narrated his experience in Digital Gotham City bit by bit. When he talked about Batman taking him to the Batcave to pick out equipment, he was surprised that Nick Fury He has distanced himself from himself without leaving a trace.

Coulson shook his head left and right in confusion, looked around and said, "Director, what's wrong?"

Hearing this, Ferry took another two steps back. Seeing that Coulson hadn't moved, he pressed the remote control and turned on the lights in the office.

Then, he took out a mirror from the desk cabinet, placed it on the armrest of the sofa, and pointed it at Coulson.

Coulson looked in the mirror suspiciously.

The face in the mirror is still the self who was bald early due to excessive overtime, but the difference is that the blood vessels in his neck are just like Mr. Freeze's cryogenic armor, exuding a faint ice blue.

Coulson swallowed, and looked down at his hands a little stiffly. Sure enough, faint blue blood vessels could be seen on the backs of his wrists.

He was trembling, and he confided everything about the low-temperature armor and the freezing man, and then tried to pretend to be calm, and turned his attention to his omnipotent chief.

Nick Fury breathed a sigh of relief, and said dryly:

"It seems that we may have made an incredible discovery!"

(End of this chapter)