REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!REVIEWS AND POWERSTONES PLSSS!!!!!Chapter 287: Interrogation
September streets appearing with three-five Santa Claus-disguised men—passersby might glance once then discarding thoughts afterward. Occasionally harboring doubts.
Everyone possessed their own life trajectories. They only wanted after work ending—hurriedly rushing toward next work locations.
But for Batman, these individuals were simply excessively conspicuous targets.
Such that Batman hadn't even made Manhattan district starting points—directly leading Venom Robin piloting Batmobile straight toward Queens.
Sure enough—abnormalities must harbor demons. This Santa-Claus-disguised group was clearly robbers—currently already controlling Ponce Bank hall employees.
If police arrived, these employees would inevitably become robber-held hostages—consequently possibly brewing unnecessary tragedies.
But this wasn't within Batman's considerations. He simply brought Venom Robin flying toward bank skylights—one punch shattering them.
CRASH—Batman together with sky-scattering shattered glass descended from sky. Simultaneously dozens of pitch-black web strands shot from both hands' wrists.
THWIP!
These pitch-black webs precisely adhered to all "Santa" hand-held double-barrel shotguns—making all gun barrels lift upward under Batman's enormous force pulling.
"Robin!" Batman shouted lowly.
"Coming!"
Venom Robin closely following Batman also jumped from skylight positions. Both hands split into dozens of symbiote tentacles—grasping those web-pulled-upward-gun-barrel double-barrel shotguns.
Symbiote tentacles after grasping shotguns easily snatched them from robbers' hands, then coiling shotgun barrels while knocking toward these robbers' heads.
CLANG CLANG CLANG!
Merely two seconds—these robbers collapsed groundward.
Currently bank employees still remained in panicked states. One-by-one brains hadn't reacted yet.
They only knew previous seconds—their group still under robber control. Next second Batman shattered skylights descending while resolving robbers.
When they finally recovered awareness, Batman had already used webs wrapping these knocked-unconscious robbers—departing from skylights.
Beyond full-ground shattered glass plus unlucky leg-broken bank manager—everything seemingly restored original appearances.
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Queensboro Bridge—also called Queens Bridge—was one double-deck cantilever bridge penetrating Roosevelt Island, connecting Queens and Manhattan districts.
Batman brought these Santa-disguised robbers here—using webs hanging them upside down beneath bridge structures, suspended above East River.
"Robin, wake them." Batman's voice remained low.
"Alright!"
Venom Robin excitedly used one tentacle grasping bridge structures. His entire body descended downward, arriving beside upside-down-hung several robbers, then extending palms slapping one-by-one.
SLAP SLAP SLAP...
Under Venom Robin's palms, this robber group immediately awakened from unconsciousness.
Currently sky had already darkened. Bridge above showed heavy traffic. But beneath-bridge East River remained pitch-black.
Cold winds blew past. Several robbers—amidst pain and fear mixing—couldn't restrain shouting aloud.
"Shh! Don't shout."
Venom Robin chuckled while addressing robbers.
But Venom Robin underestimated his own eerie white eyes plus mouth-full-of-fangs ferocious appearance's intimidation power.
Robbers not only didn't stop shouting—conversely one-by-one released sharp screaming sounds, desperately struggling wanting escaping web restraints.
But Batman's webs were extremely resilient. Even if these several robbers united, using maximum strength—they couldn't snap one strand.
Their struggles beyond making their upside-down-hung bodies swaying back-and-forth mid-air had zero effects.
"Said don't shout! Otherwise I'll eat you!" Venom Robin—extending scarlet long tongue—somewhat angrily shouted toward robbers.
"Don't, don't eat me!" One Santa fearfully called.
With one person pleading—other Santas immediately followed shouting:
"Spare me! Spare me!"
"I pissed my pants! I'm foul! Don't eat me!"
"Don't listen to him! He has diabetes—he's sweet!"
Chaotic shouting sounds became one sheet—annoying Venom Robin into headaches. He couldn't restrain looking upward with help-seeking gazes toward Batman crouching on one steel beam.
Batman didn't make things difficult for Venom Robin. Pulling webs, he rapidly descended—suspended beside several robbers.
Robbers observing another pitch-black figure arriving—one-by-one crying while shouting pleading toward Batman.
But these tactics possessed zero usefulness for Batman.
"Five minutes later, one large tugboat will pass here." Batman's voice remained low—speaking seemingly completely-unrelated-to-these-robbers words.
He didn't give robbers time contemplating this sentence:
"Cooperate answering all my questions. Otherwise I'll bind you throwing into water."
"When tugboats pass, you'll be sucked beneath ships. Steel will scrape your flesh. Currents will press you against hulls—dragging like rags for thirty seconds until stern."
"Stern there possesses five-meter-diameter propellers—rotating two hundred times per minute. Can easily shred your bodies transforming into one mass of blood mist and bone fragments."
HOOOONK!
Batman's words barely finished—seemingly responding to him—distant locations transmitted one large tugboat's horn sounds.
Robbers struggled again—continuously releasing various vocabulary-limited pleading sounds.
Batman coldly observed them, then extending hands yanking one robber's body webs.
"AHHH!!!"
That robber immediately screamed while falling downward. Then East River transmitted SPLASH sounds. That robber's voice also disappeared without traces.
"Now. Cooperate with me. Answer my questions."
Venom Robin stared wide-eyed. He observed clearly—Batman hadn't thrown web-snapped robbers into water. Only fired one mass of webs gagging his mouth.
Splashing sounds were merely smoke bombs Batman threw exploding in water.
From Venom Robin's perspective, these were obvious—nothing frightening.
But in remaining several robbers' eyes, this was cold-ruthless Batman efficiently killing one companion.
Urine smells immediately wafted through air. Batman frowned, activating Arkham suit air filtration systems. Voice still remained low:
"Within the past month, have you seen one outstanding-physique, approximately 5.5-feet-tall white female?"
Robbers consecutively shook heads:
"Haven't seen, haven't seen."
SPLASH!
Accompanying Batman again snapping one web strand—one remaining robber screamed while falling. Then another splashing sound emerged.
Batman's eyes emitted white light—coldly observing remaining robbers:
"Think carefully before answering."
"Haven't seen—genuinely haven't seen!" Remaining robbers bitterly contemplated, hoarsely pleading. "We genuinely haven't seen! Don't kill us!"
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