Chapter-4 In Gotham City (Rewritten)

Seeing that Stephen had pulled back the originally loose fence, making it much narrower, Catwoman couldn't help but speak up.

"Are you insane?"

"Do you have medication for that?" Stephen laughed.

"You don't belong in Black Gate Prison; you belong in Arkham!" Catwoman was convinced that Stephen had some serious mental issues, and Gotham was no place for the mentally unstable.

"I'll go there if I have time." Stephen seemed oblivious to the mockery and responded solemnly.

Catwoman felt that she couldn't talk to him any longer. This jerk was sick, the kind of sickness that drives people to do crazy things! Catwoman walked straight toward the fence, extended a leg, and proceeded to crawl over, tucking her abdomen slightly.

However, she had to stop when only half of her body was through. It was too narrow. Other sections were fine, but she was stuck around the chest area.

She could have easily passed through before, but he had effortlessly pulled the fence back. Catwoman glared at Stephen angrily, only to find him staring intently at her.

Catwoman looked down and instantly understood why Stephen had made such a fuss. This... this jerk!

No wonder he had been eyeing her figure earlier. No wonder he had deliberately narrowed the fence when he pulled it back.

He did it on purpose!

Having seen through Stephen's intentions, Catwoman forced her body angrily through the fence. With a grunt, she resisted the urge to ignore the pain and gave Stephen a piece of her mind.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

Stephen applauded with a chuckle. "You have truly proven yourself as the Catwoman!"

Who said I was a fake? Who wanted me to prove it?

Catwoman was so furious that she wanted to turn back and fight him until he was a pulp. However, at that moment, the guard at the end of the corridor had already spotted her attempt to escape and rushed towards her, rendering any desire to confront Stephen irrelevant.

The door swung open.

Several prison guards engaged Catwoman, wielding their batons. On a normal day, she wouldn't have paid any attention to them. But now, her shoulder was still numb and painful, greatly hindering her fighting ability. Consequently, she couldn't rush past them for the time being.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, as if an explosion had occurred nearby. Shouts immediately erupted from outside. Before the guards could comprehend what was happening, a group of people stormed in, knocking down the distant guard.

These people carried guns and wore looks of excitement and arrogance. They swiftly located the keys to unlock the cells, freeing the prisoners and arming them with guns.

"From now on, you are free. Seek revenge on those wealthy bastards. Gotham now belongs to you!"

Which of Gotham's criminals wasn't brutal? Now that these individuals were free and armed, one can only imagine the outcome. The prison erupted into chaos. Amidst the tumultuous and noisy atmosphere, the former guards had no time to attend to Catwoman. She pushed them aside and made her escape.

"You're free!"

A tattooed man opened the cell door and tossed a gun to Stephen.

"Thank you!" Stephen smiled and examined the gun. He had never had the chance to use such a weapon before. He didn't know how to shoot, but it didn't matter. He would find someone who knew and somehow make them do the shooting.

Catwoman was right; Stephen was truly suited for Arkham Asylum.

After surveying the chaotic corridor, Stephen Lang stepped out.

Despite the crowded corridor, Stephen effortlessly maneuvered through the crowd, relying on his agility and flexibility. As he passed by Catwoman, he smiled at her and continued down the corridor, disregarding her furious gaze.

Though Catwoman was also agile, she paled in comparison to Stephen, whose abilities were magnified several times over. By the time she reached the prison exit, Stephen's figure, which she had glimpsed moments ago, had vanished, and the streets... were more chaotic than ever.

"Indeed, it's Gotham City."

Stephen walked along the street, with gunshots, screams, shouts, and pleas for mercy filling the air. Supermarkets, houses, and mansions were being looted, and the once affluent and famous were now beaten and discarded like garbage on the streets.

In this state of chaos, many were undoubtedly trying to resist. If guns were provided in Gotham, it would be embarrassing not to use them. Looking around, it was clear that there was no hesitation when it came to firing. The situation in Gotham was a matter of life and death.

When Darkseid's Parademons invaded Earth, only the people of Gotham dared to stand against them. Regardless of gender, status, or whether they were mere mortals or supernatural beings, they shot without hesitation!

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, obscuring the sun. The Gothic buildings loomed tall, with dirt and grime hidden beneath their glimmering facades. The current chaotic scene truly revealed the true nature of Gotham.

"Goodness, it's incredibly noisy here!"

Stephen straightened his collar and approached a nearby apartment. Despite the ongoing violence and destruction, Stephen paid it no mind, ascending the stairs and ringing the doorbell like a gentleman.

Beep, beep, beep...

The doorbell chimed softly, but the door remained closed.

"Oh, well then."

Stephen lifted his foot and kicked the door open.

Boom!

The door swung open forcefully.

Stephen picked up the gun and shouted, "Listen up, everyone inside, this is a robbery..."

Before he could finish his sentence, a gunshot rang out, a bullet hurtling towards him.

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Real Author: Marvel King

Translator: Zatch[King]Rex