Chapter 94
Wayne Manor was burned in the "Narrow Island War". This is an entire complex of buildings, so its reconstruction will last for a year, or even longer, during this period of time , Bruce Wayne, Gotham's son, had to live in a room in the Wayne Building with his heart-warming old steward.
Frankly speaking, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, the Wayne Building, a building located in the city center, is indeed tall and gorgeous, but it is too noisy, and people coming, people going are not conducive to concealment, many times After being almost spotted, Bruce Wayne finally made up his mind.
He rebuilt a Batcave in another hidden place, of course it was just a substitute.
From midnight to midnight, the Batmobile with the stealth mode turned on quietly traversed the remote streets that were no longer there, and it seemed like a deeper shadow flowing through the air in the dark, which is hard to imagine. The huge, human-tall tires of this armored vehicle that looked like a tank would run over the ground quietly.
In fact, it is not silent, the movement is similar to an ordinary car, but for its unique body shape, this is equivalent to the perfect stealth mode.
"Crack"
The outer shell of the vehicle slid outward, revealing a complex interface full of various buttons and displays. Bruce Wayne in a bat suit jumped from it. When he came out, his body staggered a bit. When he jumped off the ground, he reached out and covered his ribs.
There, there was a wound with blood light glowing, like being scratched by a sharp weapon. It is hard to imagine that he would still Was scratched to this point.
Seeing that Bruce was injured, Alfred hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand, walked over quickly and held Bruce's arm,
"What's the matter?"
old steward asked in surprise, he carefully checked his wounds, and whispered, "I don't think anyone in this city can hurt you like this, or you want to rush into them In his encirclement?"
"No, Alfred, it's not."
Bruce took off the bat suit with difficulty, the wound on his ribs looked more savage, and his back The chest is covered with various scars, just like a veteran of the Hundred Wars in the Cold Weapon Age, making people look horrible to see.
Heroes are not so good, especially in a city like Gotham. The villains will bite their teeth at the last moment and try to perish together with him by all means, and the end of abiding by the rules is that often he Need to suffer many injuries that could have been avoided.
In less than two months, his whole body was covered with wounds.
"I have treated the wound. Help me stitch it up, Alfred."
Bruce was naked, leaning on the chair tiredly, Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and then The lights in the basement were turned on, and then he took the suture thread and started to sew the wound. In the process, Bruce's face was always a bit horrible.
While his wound was being sutured, his mind was thinking about another question repeatedly.
"Alfred, there is a new enemy in this city..."
He muttered to himself, "Mutant, it's still a gang. When I hunted them down, I heard They are using mobile phones to communicate with each other. This may be a new criminal organization."
"Uh..."
The pain from under his ribs made him groaned, and then watch When Alfred took off his glasses, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Young Master, you know, the last step of stitching is always painful, right, you just said Mutant?"
The old steward sat back in his seat and took a sip of hot coffee.
"No, Mutant will not appear in Gotham. The base camp of the radical Mutant is in the south, and the moderates are Near New York, Gotham lacks the basis for the formation of Mutant's organization. The previous mayor also initiated a secret expulsion operation. In short, this is probably Mutant's restricted area."
"But I met, Alfred!"
Bruce touched the wound as if cut by a sharp blade with his arm. Contorts one's face in agony said, "In the dark, there is a guy who can turn his arms into weapons. He is close The distance sneak attack and martial skill are terrible, but the blade was caught off guard, and finally they ran away."
He leaned his body on the chair, his eyes looked towards the dim light above his head,
"This is really a failed hunt, but what I care most about now is, what do these Mutants come to Gotham for?"
Looking at him, Alfred was heartbroken and proud. He once needed The Young Master he protected is now grown up and is working on a career that will make him great, but what's sad is that if he continues like this, his physical functions will be severely damaged due to these small injuries. .
Alfred doesn’t want to see the last descendant of the Wayne family end in pain, so he persuades,
"Young Master, I am not preventing you from maintaining your inner justice , But you are a mortal. You have limits. Sometimes, you need to stop and rest and then go on the road again."
Bruce shook his hand, he tilted his head and looked towards the black bat suit hanging beside him, Look at the black helmet on the table.
"I have limits...I know, but he doesn't! He shouldn't have limits...Well, Alfred, I will rest, rest assured, this time is not perfunctory..."
"di di di drop"
The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted the conversation between the two people. Alfred got up and took out his mobile phone. He saw that number. I couldn’t help but look up at Bruce, then turned it on, put it on the loudspeaker, and put it on the table. He asked while drinking coffee,
"Ah, it’s Mr. Cyber , How is your trip to New York going?"
"Fur...Alfred Old Master, you have not rested yet! Judging from your age, you need a healthier routine, oh, By the way, is Bruce there?"
Cyber went straight to the subject, this made Alfred somewhat didn't know whether to cry or laugh, Bruce lightly coughed, promised,
"I Now, Cyber, what’s the matter with you?"
"You went out tonight, did you meet a few Mutants? You also fought with them, right?"
Bruce's expression immediately became subtle, and he pondered for a moment,
"Well, yes, but I'm curious how do you know."
"Very Simple, their accomplices were killed by me, this bitch thing wants to sneak attack me, I need you to help me, I just went to Batcave, but it seems to have been idle for a while, so I am now Where should I go to find you?"
Bruce pursed his lips, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let me find you, right in your villa?"
>"Okay! I'll wait for you."
The call was interrupted, Bruce and Alfred looked at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.
"So, the target of these Mutants is actually him?"
Bruce rubbed his chin, "It looks like I have to go tonight."
"Well, I also think you'd better go out."
Alfred reached out and took out a data storage card from the drawer and threw it to Bruce. "This was given to Lucius 2 hours ago. Mine, you must be interested."
Old Steward put down the cup in his hand and stretched his waist,
"Your kid incited a batch of piers from the narrow island The workers, under the leadership of the Devil Gang, rushed into the narrow island that is now being occupied by two gangs. It only took less than one and a half hours to defeat the two gangs with their firepower and quantity advantages. ."
"They used some not-so "appropriate" weapons."
Alfred turned moved towards the gate, he waved back,
"I think they actually did a good thing. Also, I think what Cyber says is quite reasonable. Elderly people like me really need a healthier work and rest. My Young Master, take the key with me. I'm going to rest."
On the other hand, watching the bloody conflicts like the Middle East war beating on the screen of the phone, Bruce Wayne's face became quite ugly, especially when he saw Cyber with his hands. When the grenade launcher destroyed the third floor of the building, the flames in his eyes almost jumped out.
After a while, his silent bat suit on the boat jumped into the Batmobile and disappeared into the not-cloudy night of Gotham.
Cyber is sitting on the first floor of the villa. The old man and Robin are already resting. He is still wearing that black trench coat, sitting like a sculpture in the living room with only one light turned on.
Two black bone spurs were placed on the table in front of him. The body of the sneak attacker had been thrown into the sea. He reached out and picked up one of the bone spurs and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully. The darkness could no longer stop. His gaze caught, and Sabretooth's ability swallowed him to give him extra night vision.
In his eyes, every pattern on the black bone spurs is even clearly visible.
This thing has a paralyzing function. He felt it when he was hit just now. It should be a biological anesthetic, and this thing is very strong, and it requires a lot of effort to use it. The knife has carved marks on it, but the cone-shaped bone spurs are difficult to throw with ordinary methods.
In other words, this thing is probably made by the short Mutant with his own ability, and then shot it out with his own ability. It is used for sneak attack at close range, which is simply top secret.
"These Mutants...really have tricks."
Cyber snorted, casually threw the bone snorted on the table, he closed his eyes, and put his left hand fingers on the table. Leaping gently on his scabbard, his breathing became even, as if he had entered a special state. After a while, he turned his head and looked towards the specially opened window.
"I know, you always can't learn to walk through the front door."
Beside the window, a black clothed Batman with a black cloak dancing in the wind has been quietly silent. Standing there, his Battle Armor has been obviously remodeled. It looks thicker and stronger than before. The black bat emblem on his chest is more conspicuous. The connection between the helmet and the Battle Armor is seamless. On the wide metal belt, a few more are added. A hook, used to fix the flying claw gun and other bauble.
He stood there, with the dark night as the background, he looked at the Cyber in front of him, and whispered,
"Why instigate those workers to go to dangerous places?"
Cyber made a headache. He took out a few pieces of paper from the sofa next to him. There were scribbled strokes on it. He put the thing on the table and motioned Batman to sit opposite him.
"This matter is over. I hope that our "good" relationship will not be cracked because of this matter."
Cyber pursed his lips and looked down. On the opposite side of Batman’s serious gaze, he sighed and made a gesture of surrender, "Well, I didn’t notify you in advance. It was my fault, but I discussed this with Director Gordon and he agreed. Otherwise, why isn’t there even a policeman patrolling around the narrow island tonight?"
"Gordon is a good man, you and I know that he is in a state of desperation, and the people don’t trust him. He needs to do something. Achievements prove my ability, and I am also very upset with those bastards who occupy the narrow island. Even if it is you, I think you will "punish" them in your own way."
Cyber opened his hands and placed it on the sofa. He put his finger on his forehead and tapped a few lightly.
"I just helped you do what you want... So, no thanks!"
"If I have to say that something is wrong with me, it is probably to put the innocent in a dangerous situation, but when you think about it carefully, when we are in a dangerous situation, we impossible. Waiting forever for a hero to save us, so after all, we have to learn to save ourselves, right?"
"You, Batman, can you save everyone?"
"clang ”
His collar was suddenly grabbed at this brief moment, and his body was lifted upwards. Batman's eyes were fixed on him,
"I will punish They, yes, but I will not use the lives of other people as a bet, and you, you never cherish life, you have always the myths that are endless! You this bastard!"
Cyber's There was peace in his eyes.