They efficiently subdued all the bodyguards in the warehouse and did not speak out during this period.

"There is something on the ship." After the last bodyguard fell to the ground, the Red Hood suddenly said, "The other goods were shipped to Gotham, but the destination of one thing was the metropolis."

The four of them felt abnormal at the same time.

"Whatever it is, we have to find it." Ye Yi said worriedly.

Freya stood still and looked at the mooring boat not far away.

"Don't fly," said Batman.

Freya was shocked, but she looked at the other person quietly.

"Gotham is not New York, nor is it a metropolis." Batman didn't care about her attention. "In Gotham, we have our rules, and the last thing you want to do is break the rules."

The red hood made a noise.

Bats turn a blind eye.

"Since it is an important thing, the Metropolitan area will definitely send someone to come after receiving the news. If this thing belongs to the person I guess, his subordinates might have arrived around. I need you to stay here and stop those people."

Freya was convinced and she nodded. "It sounds like you know something about it, then I'll stop them."

Batman's eyes swept towards Nightwing, and nodded slightly after receiving the latter's response. The hook gun in his hand shot towards the window frame of the warehouse and disappeared from there in an instant.

"It's still like that, the rules, the bullshit rules." After he left, the red hood finally couldn't control his anger. "How could he? How could he still be able to..."

"Little Wings." Yeyi pressed his shoulder, "Not now, please."

A deep breath sound came from under the mask.

Freya took a few steps back and left the first place from a corner of the warehouse.

It was a moment that was too personal, and there was obviously some deep connection between the three temporary teammates, and she never intended to explore anyone's secrets.

Tonight, she just wants to prevent the origin of her family from falling into an innocent city.

A few minutes later, she waited for her temporary partner. The three of them sneaked to the container place at the port and waited quietly.

Freya had never focused on her attention like this, so when the footsteps sounded, her ears immediately caught the direction.

"At three o'clock, about twenty." She said in a low voice.

Yeyi and Red Hood made a gesture to her.

They took a detour in the container, and a team of fully armed mercenaries walked by.

"Gun." Freya said.

"It looks like a special product." The Big Bluebird narrowed his eyes and looked, "I'm worried about B-Batman."

"Why worry about yourself, don't tell me that your suits are protected from special bullets." said the Red Hood, "I hope they are no longer Kevlar products."

"Kevra has been out of date, who still wears Kevra?" Ye Yi retorted.

"Okay, boys." Freya sighed, "I will fix this."

Before the two of them could react, she climbed up a container and jumped high.

Hearing the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the squad leader among the mercenaries looked back and saw a figure flashing in front of him, and a fist kept magnifying in front of him.

It was too fast and there was no time to react. This heavy blow with a thousand pounds hit his cheek. The air made a sharp whip in his ear. The last thing the captain realized was that his back seemed to have hit something.

All the muzzles were pointed at Freya.

The next second, the bullet poured out.

"Beautiful!" "Don't kill!" Two voices rang behind her at the same time.

"I can't die." Freya turned her head and glared at them warningly in the rain of bullets, "The bullet is not eye-catching."

These bullets seem to be specially designed for penetrating armor, and they rotate violently when fired at high speed. The double bonus of speed and rotation allows the bullet to feel pain even when hitting her, let alone hitting humans. I'm afraid it will be useless even if there is some protection.

Nightwing and Red Hood jumped to several containers and nimblely avoided stray bullets.

After the scene was invisible, the sound of the **s clashing and short screams became more obvious. They looked at each other and saw the same message from each other.

When the gunfire gradually weakened, two people who had good psychological construction walked out of the alley, just in time for the last tragedy.

The mercenary had knocked out all the magazines. He pulled out the high-speed vibrating saber from his waist and prepared to fight with the superpowered one in front of him.

Freya didn't even look at it, and kicked the man in heavy armor from the other end of the open space. The other party broke a big hole in the container and fell into it without saying a word.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Red Hood twitched, "Please tell me Batman is dating this woman."

The big blue bird looked at the direction where the mercenaries flew away and shivered.

Freya's eyes turned to the corner gate of the port again.

"A small team, more than a dozen people." She said, and heard other voices in her ears-

The sound of bullets penetrate the armor and penetrate into the body.

Freya stopped.

She hesitated for a moment.

"We can get this done," said Nightwing. "That's what we do."

The red hooded hand pressed on the gun.

"You guys deal with them, be careful of the gun, I'll go see Batman." Freya finally nodded and ran straight towards the harbor.

On the deck of the Florence, Batman was fighting a squad, with five or six lost people lying on the ground and groaning.

Freya smelled blood when she arrived.

She jumped out of the hole on the upper deck and knocked down the remaining few people.

Batman nodded at her. His steps were heavy, not sure whether it was because of the heavy pressure of the armor itself or because of blood loss. Freya wanted to help him, but was quickly swung away.

This space is filled with only the cry of the crew and bodyguards.

Batman grabbed a crew member's throat with one hand and pulled him closer to his face.

"What are you transporting?" he roared.

Freya had no idea of ​​the look that was coming out of that armor, but she could feel the trembling of the crew. He was trembling and trembling, hanging in Batman's hands like a leaf in the wind.

"I don't know...I don't know anything..." the crew screamed shrillly, "Please don't kill me, please!"

"A name," Batman said, "I need a name."

The burning pain spread from the place where the bullets hit the shoulder. These people carried special guns. They might have expected Batman to come. But he still grabbed the crew's collar tightly and punched heavily. The severe pain of the wound being pulled through his body. He ignored it and just roared fiercely: "Speak, when you can still talk."

"There is a...a box!" The crew finally collapsed, "It was in the second room left of the bottom warehouse, and a group of people were watching over it."

"What's in the box?" Batman asked.

"I don't know! I don't know!" the crew screamed, "We only do things obediently!"

He spasmed like a mental disorder, and Batman slashed him out with a knife.

"I can go and take out the things," Freya suggested. "There must be someone to deal with the dangerous goods on these two ships. They said there are chemicals here, so they can't simply sink the ship."

Batman stared at her for a long time, as if evaluating whether she was trustworthy.

"If I wanted that thing, I've got it," Freya said.

Batman's pupils were tightening, and he stared at Freya with a sinister look.

This is not the first time he has seen the power of inhumanity.

That day was not the first time the world had come into contact with aliens, but it was the first time the world was shocked by its power.

The red ray cut off everything ahead like a thunderous blade. The flames rose up in the sky, the tall buildings collapsed with a bang, and the creatures that crushed the earth could fight in the city. Batman never thought that he would one day fail in the confrontation of power, but this time he understood that there were also people with unstoppable plans and will in the world, and unstoppable things.

He screamed in hatred and cursed in anger, but he could do nothing.

The gods came here and dropped the lightning of punishment. His red cloak was like a slowly unfolding oracle, like a flying battle flag.

And mortals can only look up to it.

Batman gritted his teeth. It was not at this moment, not at this moment. The mercenaries were reinforcements, and the police were probably getting the news. He had to figure out what exactly entered his city.

His voice was hoarse and his tone was firm.

"Go and get it. I'll fix these two ships."

Freya nodded.

She rushed to the lower level quickly.

More than ten minutes later, a huge spark exploded on the Nosa, who had left the port. Freya soared into the sky with the box in her hand, which was shaking continuously under the influence of the waves. I don’t know what method Batman used to travel between the two cargo ships so quickly, nor why he was in a hurry, but he was indeed waiting on the deck of the Florence.

Freya handed the box to him without any nostalgia, facing his complicated gaze.

Batman's eyes turned from her mask to the box in his hand and finally spoke: "The police are coming. I understand Gotham's police force. They do not have enough ability to keep these weapons. Perhaps one day in the future it will fall into the hands of the criminals."

"Then destroy them." Freya said without hesitation, "both guns and explosives will be destroyed in the water. I have patrolled the entire ship, and I am afraid that the chemical weapons they are referring to the box in your hand, and nothing else."

"The ship," Batman took over the conversation, "it must sink in two minutes, maybe we can use some means."

Freya smiled for the first time tonight.
To be continued...