A certain man from the motherland

Catwoman stopped, prepared to quickly turn around and attack, grabbing the gun.

She has cat-like agility, making it difficult for ordinary people to react to her attacks.

But several other people quickly chased her from the back door, quickly took out their guns and aimed at her.

She frowned slightly, and when she wanted to raise her hands, she could only raise her hands instead.

"Look what we found. The jewel thief who I had heard was only seen at night actually showed up during the day and swaggered through the streets."

Simon said jokingly.

Being pressed against the muzzles of several black holes, Catwoman looked ugly, but she was not panicked.

She could clearly see the eyes of this group of people, and there was greed for money hidden in their eyes.

Want her jewelry?

"Catwoman, I heard that you steal priceless jewelry and cultural relics everywhere, but it is rare that you take action on what you have stolen."

As expected, Simon's face turned fierce and he threatened.

"Where did you hide all the treasures you stole?

Tell us that you can still live, otherwise..."

Others also sneered and persuaded: "People call you one of the most skilled thieves in Gotham. You can still steal something when it's gone. It's not worth risking your life for it."

"I was restrained by a few gangsters casually."

While Catwoman was quickly thinking of a way to escape, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in her ears: "You kind of let me down, Selina."

"Who do you think this is because of?"

Suddenly hearing Ron's voice, she felt happy, but after hearing what he said clearly, she felt a little aggrieved and angry.

Catwoman cursed the bastard in her mind.

She is very cautious and only appears at night under the cover of darkness. As a solitary thief, she can avoid contact with others.

"Even if I show up during the day, I will carry a weapon to defend myself and will not be subdued so easily."

And she usually wouldn't find out she was being targeted when someone caught up with her like she did today.

It was entirely because of Ron that Catwoman appeared in the daytime unsuspectingly. Being distracted by the collar around her neck, she lowered her vigilance and ended up in her current situation.

"Who is she talking to?

Is there a second person here?"

Simon and the other robbers looked at each other and looked at the dilapidated and deserted streets. There were people with strange expressions on their faces.

"Is it possible that the thief Catwoman has schizophrenia?"

"Are you blaming me?"

The cold voice in my ears sounded again, giving people the feeling that they were about to leave at any time.

"No, how could I blame you?

Dear Master."

When the life-saving straw was about to leave, Catwoman hurriedly changed her face, and gave a flattering smile to the sky and the surroundings.

"Master, do you want to see your poor little kitten being bullied by others?"

She made a pitiful gesture, and I believed Ron could see it.

"I said the collar can punish you, but it can also reward you.

Putting aside your attempt to destroy the collar, you did as you were told to collect information, so..."

"So what?"

Catwoman quickly asked, but she lost her voice.

"What master?

Hey, who are you talking to?"

Simon and the other robbers' faces darkened, as if they were about to shoot at any time, and threatened.

They could tell Catwoman was actually talking to someone else.

Catwoman was anxious about what to do now, and suddenly felt a powerful force coming from her body. She lowered her head and looked inexplicably.

"Boss, look at her hands!"

Some of the people shouted in fear.

Stab!

Catwoman raised her hand, which was twinkling with lightning.

"What...what is this?"

Her eyes were dazed, frightened by the changes in her body before her eyes.

"Monster, shoot quickly!"

Seeing this inhuman and unrealistic scene, the robber leader Simon and several others were even more frightened and shot at Catwoman.

Bang bang!

In the alley, deafening gunfire sounded.

Catwoman quickly raised her hand, her speed was unusually fast, and there was no severe pain as expected. She opened her hand and caught a few yellow bullets.

"my body?"

A trace of surprise appeared on her delicate and beautiful face.

Catwoman understood what Ron was talking about as a reward.

"You want my treasure?"

She raised her head and smiled softly, her beautiful eyes filled with pride and coldness, and she looked up at the few people.

"no no!"

When they saw the demon who wanted to eat people, several robbers backed away in fear.

ah!

There was first a shrill scream in the alley, followed by the sound of bones breaking, and the wall shook violently, as if someone had been knocked back more than ten meters and hit the wall hard, and then there was no sound.

Then, a figure was casually thrown dozens of meters high, far exceeding the height of the houses around the alley. He fell heavily and hit the cement ground, with blood flowing all over the ground.

Several people fired wildly to no avail.

A bolt of lightning struck, leaving behind several electrocuted corpses. Catwoman walked out of the alley, looking at her hands with glowing eyes, novel and excited.

"I feel now that I am so strong that I am almost inhuman."

She excitedly rode her motorcycle to a secluded forest to familiarize herself with her power, and then returned to the manor.

"How did you do it? You can make me invulnerable to bullets and shoot thunder and lightning."

But Ron, who was drinking coffee and reading the newspaper, ignored her and snapped his fingers, turning her back into a mortal.

"My power...my thunder and lightning..."

The powerful force in her body disappeared and she suddenly turned back into a mortal. Catwoman couldn't accept it. She was used to being as powerful as a god, and she was a little uncomfortable with her weak body.

No longer can you crack the ground with a stomp of your feet, jump dozens of meters high, run faster than a cheetah, or turn a towering tree into char with a wave of your hand.

"You took back the reward you gave me!"

"You don't think you can get that kind of power just by doing that little thing for me, do you?"

After taking a sip of coffee, he raised his head and glanced at her strangely, as if looking at a fool and said calmly.

Ability points: 1.24 million

Turning his gaze back, Ron was slightly satisfied with the changes in his ability points.

An increase of more than 100,000.

Ability points are obtained by changing the fate of characters in the plot, which are mainly determined by two important decision points, one is the strength of the character, and the other is the degree of the character's role.

Regardless of her strength, Catwoman is a popular character, and if she changes her destiny, Batman's destiny will also partially change.

In terms of importance to the DC plot, Batman and Superman are two irreplaceable characters.

"Although he is not strong enough, it shouldn't be a problem to get 70,000 to 800,000 ability points from Bruce Wayne."

He thought in his heart.

This is still a conservative estimate.

"Master...I'll make you another cup of coffee."

After being ridiculed, Catwoman was not angry at all. Instead, she showed her charming and flattering smile again and began to show her courtesy.

Her goal has changed from escaping from Ron's hands to whether it is possible to permanently obtain this power and then escape.

Holding the coffee cup, she turned around, her beautiful face could not conceal her excitement, and she fell into fantasy.

"If...if I can get that power, all the jewelry in the world will be mine."

…

A few days later.

In the private estate of the Wayne family.

The lights were shining, and in the magnificent banquet hall, Gotham's dignitaries and elites from all walks of life gathered here, invited by Bruce Wayne.

Under the huge ceiling that sparkled like diamonds, the invited upper class people chatted and laughed heartily.

Gentlemen in suits and ladies in beautiful evening gowns paired up.

"The invitation was delivered to the manor, but our names were not written on it. How did you do that?"

Ron, with a handsome face, was wearing a silver suit, holding a glass of champagne, and looking at Bruce Wayne who was about to go on stage to give a speech.

A woman's voice sounded as beautiful as a silver bell next to him, but it was mixed with a little pretentious gentleness and dignity.

Next to her, Catwoman, who was wearing a silver evening dress that made her look dignified and elegant, asked curiously.

After seeing the invitations that didn't match the manor, the people at the manor let them in anyway.

"I have the highest level of access in the world.

It doesn’t matter where you go.”

He took a sip of champagne and said slowly.

His psychic abilities allow him to travel anywhere on earth.

"Okay..." Catwoman was about to make some insinuations, as she had done in recent days, and ask Ron whether he was a powerful magician or a god.

"Everyone..."

The confident and assertive voice on the microphone just started to rise.

The banquet, which had been full of chatter, laughter and clinking of glasses just now, suddenly became quiet. They all looked at the people gathered on the stage and left.

Because standing there was the son of the Wayne family. Not long after returning to Gotham, he violently sent his own uncle to prison. Now the person in charge of the Wayne Group is Bruce Wayne.

He is also the wealthiest and most enviable man in Gotham.

This is the first time he has appeared in front of the public, and he will hold a banquet in his manor to invite guests, and major events about himself and the Wayne Group will be announced at the banquet.

Everyone was curious about what he wanted to say.

With the huge energy that Bruce Wayne possesses, he can make Gotham shake three times with just a stomp of his feet. The important things he says are by no means simple.

"Thank you everyone for coming.

Gotham is a complicated place, and everyone interprets it differently.

To me, Bruce Wayne, what is Gotham City? Home? Home? The seat of my family?"

Bruce Wayne, who is different from his usual low and gloomy appearance, looks confident and flamboyant on stage, talking like a romantic young man, and started his speech with a rhetorical question.

Just like what he said, Bruce Wayne has become a mask for him. When he takes off the mask, he is his true self. Now he appears in front of everyone with his original identity, but he is pretending.

"Actually, I don't know how to answer this question.

But when it came to this question, I remembered something, something my father, Thomas Wayne, once said to me."