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**Chapter 370: Major Event - Feral Alliance (3)**
Gotham, the city of eternal sin. Ask residents for the most beautiful city, and opinions might differ, but the most chaotic? The answer is unanimous.
Unlike most cities, Gotham’s chaos has rules—until today, when it erupted into full-blown madness.
Batman remained silent on the comms, coordinating with the Justice League while tracking Gotham’s uninvited guest. A feral figure—nearly seven feet tall, resembling a golden leopard—loomed. The man’s tattered gear and missing communicator suggested it was the Golden Guardian, who’d gone silent after contacting the League ten minutes prior.
But without his tracker signal, Batman could only guess.
"ROAR!"
The Golden Guardian charged the GCPD’s shield-wielding vanguard. Wayne Tech-armed officers collapsed in seconds, no match for the beast’s strength.
"ANESTHETIC GUNS! NOW!" Commissioner Gordon barked, as always at the front line. His relentless dedication kept Gotham’s police ranks replenished.
Snipers took aim, their crosshairs weaving a net of death.
The beast roared, swatting a car with its tail and hurling it into the police line. Chaos erupted as vehicles scattered and officers fled.
The car skidded to a halt, its mangled frame shielding Batman as he leapt onto the Batmobile.
"Good evening, Master Wayne."
"Alfred, status."
The Batmobile reshaped mid-motion, transforming from a sleek car into a spider-like armored vehicle.
"Master, even mutated, Golden Guardian remains human. Perhaps avoid overkill?"
"Don’t worry, Alfred." Batman gripped the controls. "I’ll apologize afterward."
"Though I’d prefer the apology be to a lady."
Batman ignored Alfred’s matchmaking and triggered the Batmobile’s systems.
*CRACK!* Two eight-millimeter machine guns erupted, firing rubber slugs at the feral figure.
The bullets weren’t lethal—just enough to sting.
*BANG!*
A net cannon fired, ensnaring the Golden Guardian in electrified webbing. Struggling, the beast fell unconscious as the Batmobile’s restraints tightened.
"Batman, can you hear me?"
"Go ahead, Cyborg."
"From the Watchtower. We’ve got bad news—the feral mutations aren’t limited to League members. Civilians are showing signs too."
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(End of Chapter)
Gotham, the city of eternal sin. Ask residents for the most beautiful city, and opinions might differ, but the most chaotic? The answer is unanimous.
Unlike most cities, Gotham’s chaos has rules—until today, when it erupted into full-blown madness.
Batman remained silent on the comms, coordinating with the Justice League while tracking Gotham’s uninvited guest. A feral figure—nearly seven feet tall, resembling a golden leopard—loomed. The man’s tattered gear and missing communicator suggested it was the Golden Guardian, who’d gone silent after contacting the League ten minutes prior.
But without his tracker signal, Batman could only guess.
"ROAR!"
The Golden Guardian charged the GCPD’s shield-wielding vanguard. Wayne Tech-armed officers collapsed in seconds, no match for the beast’s strength.
"ANESTHETIC GUNS! NOW!" Commissioner Gordon barked, as always at the front line. His relentless dedication kept Gotham’s police ranks replenished.
Snipers took aim, their crosshairs weaving a net of death.
The beast roared, swatting a car with its tail and hurling it into the police line. Chaos erupted as vehicles scattered and officers fled.
The car skidded to a halt, its mangled frame shielding Batman as he leapt onto the Batmobile.
"Good evening, Master Wayne."
"Alfred, status."
The Batmobile reshaped mid-motion, transforming from a sleek car into a spider-like armored vehicle.
"Master, even mutated, Golden Guardian remains human. Perhaps avoid overkill?"
"Don’t worry, Alfred." Batman gripped the controls. "I’ll apologize afterward."
"Though I’d prefer the apology be to a lady."
Batman ignored Alfred’s matchmaking and triggered the Batmobile’s systems.
*CRACK!* Two eight-millimeter machine guns erupted, firing rubber slugs at the feral figure.
The bullets weren’t lethal—just enough to sting.
*BANG!*
A net cannon fired, ensnaring the Golden Guardian in electrified webbing. Struggling, the beast fell unconscious as the Batmobile’s restraints tightened.
"Batman, can you hear me?"
"Go ahead, Cyborg."
"From the Watchtower. We’ve got bad news—the feral mutations aren’t limited to League members. Civilians are showing signs too."
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(End of Chapter)
