A certain man from the motherland

"for example?"

The door to the bunker opened, and Bruce Wayne patted the dirt on his body and walked deeper, talking to the old butler Alfred.

"For example, I didn't consider that among the group of masked gangsters who robbed the Gotham National Bank today, Number Five was actually left-handed and loved killing.

I wanted to sneak into them and investigate the activities of the gang behind them but failed."

In fact, the danger was far more than that. He hesitated to shoot and was suspected. The gang leader put a cold pistol to his head.

He was almost shot to death by the gangsters and the unidentified police who arrived, and he managed to escape by crawling into the sewers of the street.

Batman, who was terrifying in the dark, almost fell during a robbery during the day.

That's stupid, Bruce, he whispered in his heart as he walked into the bunker corridor, listening to his dull footsteps.

This is a lesson that must be remembered.

No matter what he does in the future, he should do more preparation and research.

The current Bruce Wayne has just returned to Gotham and started fighting crime not long ago. He is still not the flawless Batman who likes to take one step at a time and always have a backup plan.

However, he is learning and becoming familiar with it rapidly, and is evolving in that direction.

"You never know which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident."

The door opened, and he saw the embarrassed young master, the old butler Alfred in a butler's uniform, with a kind look on his face with a hint of sadness, he moved forward and thoughtfully handed over a hot towel and persuaded.

"Master, maybe you should take a break and give yourself a holiday."

If you are on the run day by day, an irreversible accident might happen one day.

"Have a holiday?

Forty feet from the entrance to the bunker in the street is where my parents died."

After wiping his face for a moment, Bruce Wayne felt a hint of anger in his heart when he thought of the nightmare in his childhood.

"Alfred, when I work here, I only feel anxious and have no idea of ​​taking a break."

He has the most advanced weapons,

He has the most exquisite equipment and the best fighting skills among humans, but he is not strong enough or experienced enough, and he is far from being able to face any cunning and vicious gangsters with ease.

How long will it take for him to change this city full of darkness and violence?

"I have to remind you, Master.

Bruce Wayne hasn't been around for a long time."

Alfred said, looking at the young master who had devoted himself day and night to fighting crime crazily as soon as he came back.

"To be precise, since you returned to Gotham, you have not appeared in front of the public as Bruce Wayne."

His young master always wears Batman's clothes and travels around the city day and night to fight crime. Recently, he even spends no time during the day, as if he is possessed.

"Bruce Wayne doesn't matter anymore, Alfred.

He's just a mask."

Bruce Wayne looked slightly gloomy and said in a deep voice.

“The person I am now is the person I want to truly be!”

Mysterious and powerful, making everyone afraid, clean up the evil in this terrible city.

It seemed that the darkness in this city could never be eradicated. He once thought that Gotham would become better after he solved the underground king of Gotham, Vulture Johnson.

But after Johnson was trapped by him and disappeared inexplicably, Falcone, the former veteran underground boss, made a comeback.

After a hard fight, Falcone was sent to prison. A guy wearing a top hat, a tuxedo, and a pair of gentleman's glasses from the 1980s pretended to be a gentleman but turned out to be a villain. The guy who called himself Penguin boarded the Brotherhood again.

Tan underground this stage.

One by one.

"Not to mention those gangs, big and small, just like the moss that sprouts out of the streets in Gotham every time it rains, one after another."

Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth, with a cold look in his eyes. Sometimes he thought about taking action at all costs, killing one or two guys, making those scum more afraid of him, and thinking about the consequences before joining the evil cause.

But he can't do that. Everything happens once and becomes easier the second time.

He knows how terrifying the darkness and coldness in his heart are, no less terrifying than any ruthless, ruthless and unscrupulous underground king.

It is easy to release the evil beast in your heart, but it is not so easy to lock it back.

"Master, with all due respect..."

Looking at his young master who was about to go crazy, Alfred was stunned for a long time without saying anything, and finally sighed.

"You're just venting your emotions impulsively.

Your parents are smarter than you when it comes to making this city a better place.

They used the huge influence of the Wayne family to change the city."

"I want to get some sleep, Alfred."

Bruce Wayne frowned at the mention of his parents.

"Before you have such a short rest, there is one thing I must tell you." The old housekeeper remembered something and his face was not very good.

"Since you came back, you haven't asked anything about Wayne Enterprises.

Do you know who calls the shots at Wayne Enterprises now?"

"My uncle, and one of my few remaining relatives, Philip Kane."

"Yes."

Alfred nodded and hesitated.

"But the business your parents left you, under the control of your uncle, may be outside the laws and regulations."

"What's the meaning?"

Bruce Wayne suddenly turned his head, his eyes sharp.

If someone said that his few remaining relatives were doing bad things and using Wayne Enterprises to participate in Gotham's evil, he wouldn't believe it.

But it's a different story if it's Alfred, the old butler who has served their family for decades and raised him alone after his parents died.

"Wayne Group has a lot of dealings with the military. Every year, the military places a large number of orders with Wayne Group, and the number of arms produced does not match the number in the warehouse."

One of Wayne Group's main businesses is military defense, and Batman's high-precision equipment actually comes from Wayne Group.

"Alfred, you...you are saying that my uncle is using the Wayne Group to smuggle arms?"

Having been obsessed with fighting crime to the point of going crazy, he felt a deep anger at being betrayed.

There is a moth in his family.

"I don't know. Maybe you need to investigate, Master."

Alfred shook his head slightly.

"You're right, Alfred.

I think it's time for me to appear as Bruce Wayne."

There was a coldness in Bruce Wayne's eyes.

…

Gotham.

At night, criminals have a carnival, with murders, robberies and various other crimes taking place in the city.

However, some people are not that bad, they just want to steal something they like.

Late at night, a richly decorated private manor welcomed its second uninvited guest that day.

The figure of a woman with an agile figure like an elegant black cat, uukanshu.com www.uukanshu.com quietly crossed the garden to the bottom of the building and fired the rope hook towards the third floor.

"As a woman, isn't it reasonable to want some beautiful jewelry to embellish your beauty?"

Opening the window, the beautiful thief, wearing a black goggle mask and red lips, quietly came to the study of the manor owner on the third floor. She easily found the safe hidden under the picture frame, pressed her ear against it, and began to crack it.

In the silent night, the whole action was swift and silent.

But unfortunately it still alarmed people.

In the dim room on the second floor, in front of the fireplace with a bonfire lit, a figure in pajamas was reading newspapers and news.

He slowly raised his head and looked towards the third floor.

"It seems that this manor has welcomed another guest."

An uninvited thief cat...

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