All Worlds Madhouse

The man curled his lips and picked off the remaining pieces of meat with a disgusted look on his face. Then he waved his hand casually, and a black mist appeared out of thin air, hiding him in it again, as if this guy didn't want to How you present yourself to others.

Although the time of the battle was very short, only a few seconds, there was really a lot of movement. In the Batcave, a group of Bruce Waynes had already rushed out at this time. They came to the top of the cliff and looked at the people who were being retested all over the ground. The big pit, the lumps of flesh that were still corroding the surrounding flesh, and the terrifying knife edge on the rock made everyone frown.

What kind of person can destroy the surroundings like this in such a short period of time?

Moreover, what is this person who has been hiding in the black mist doing? Even with such terrifying destructive power, he is still safe and sound?

At this time, the crowd suddenly separated to the left and right to make way, and Bruce Wayne, who was still convulsing all over, walked out with difficulty.

Maybe it was because he hadn't been out of the Batcave for a long time, so he was not used to the sea breeze outside.

"Oh~ I almost forgot what the air outside the cave smells like." He muttered, and then looked at the dilapidated appearance around him.

"Where are they?" he asked.

The black mist spread its hands: "Of course, since they can break through your surveillance and come here instantly, they must be able to escape instantly, right."

Wayne was silent for a moment. Indeed, this group of people suddenly disappeared a long time ago, and all the satellite surveillance he deployed on the planet could not find their location.

"So, there are still humans in this world that you haven't dealt with, right." The black mist asked lightly: "Otherwise, with that group of people, how could it be possible to block your use in such a short period of time?" The surveillance network established over so many years?”

At this point, Wayne no longer wanted to hide anything. He nodded: "Yes, of course there are survivors. How could humanity be extinct just because of me?"

"Is it because you can't eliminate them, or is there still an unrealistic belief in your heart that 'even if this place really becomes a source of sin, those humans can still make it better with their own efforts' idea?"

A scary smile appeared on Wayne's ferocious face, but he didn't speak.

"Your family has always been like this, and it was the same when we were in Gotham before. It's obviously a city that is rotten to the core, but you still hold on to this ridiculous idea and want to make it better and better. "The black mist said helplessly: "Of course, I'm not saying that your thoughts are bad. After all, your family was born for this. However, everything has changed now, and this curse is about to end. Well, the whole universe will change because of your generation, so I just want you to stop that habit."

"Hehe." Suddenly, Wayne smiled: "Don't talk to me in that tone. We are just cooperating, not superiors and subordinates, so you don't need to tell me what I want to do. Of course, I The part that should be done well, I will definitely complete it perfectly.”

When Wayne spoke, his voice was a little breathless several times, which showed how broken his body was. However, the determination and unquestionable meaning expressed in these words still made [Sin] helplessly shrug. shrug.

Well, although he can wave his hand and kill this Wayne now, but... those people around him, those who have inherited the powers of Superman, The Flash and other versions, as well as the messy settings of this world, [ Sin] can all guess that when this Wayne dies, there will definitely be absolute chaos.

He didn't want anything to go wrong with his plan.

So. "Okay, okay, I'm the one talking too much." He said, "But you can't leave those people alone now. They can save a person from under your nose now, and they can kill someone next time around your neck." Come on, take your head away."

"I know," Wayne responded, "but it's just what I want them to take away the Wayne who slipped through the crackdown."

"Huh?" [Sin] frowned.

"If you keep them here or kill them directly, that would be good, but if you don't have that kind of strength, of course I would have prepared a backup plan."

"What~what.?" The [Sin] thief muttered unhappily: "What do you mean by 'I don't have that kind of strength'? They are attacking by surprise. Do you know how many cosmic elements are gathered together on the opposite side? Although the only I threw the complete [Power] out of the atmosphere, but if you take out any of those half-baked [Cosmic Elements], it's enough for you to drink a pot."

Before [Sin] could finish talking, Wayne interrupted him and clapped his hands.

Soon, the transformed butler, Alfred, walked out of the crowd.

"Young Master——" He responded with his head slightly lowered.

"Let the bats out, locate the dust, and let's see where those guys are hiding?" Wayne said.

[Sin] frowned: "Location? Well, from what you say, you have a way to find the hiding place of those people?"

"Of course." Wayne replied with a smile: "This is the Batcave, my home. Do you think I wouldn't be aware of someone hiding in my home without permission and eavesdropping on our conversation? ?”

"Um - so -"

"Yes, I deliberately let his eavesdropping go so smoothly because that guy was a bait." Wayne said: "In this bat cave, all the bats live in a kind of dust. They are born from Bruce Wayne, who had been trained to slip through the net from the beginning, must have disturbed a lot of bats when he crawled in from a cave on the top of the cliff. When they flew out of the cave, the dust on their bodies must have fallen on each other, and this kind of Dust can lead us to each other's hiding place."

Say it.

"Zhizhizhi——"

A series of piercing screams, accompanied by the dense sound of countless wings flapping, and then Sin saw countless bats flying out from various holes in the cliff, covering the sky and the sun, like a plague of locusts, they screamed Flying in a certain direction.

Alfred took out a small projector from behind. Above the projection was a large area of ​​densely packed red dots. It seemed that each bat was loaded with a signal source.

These bats track dust endlessly, and will not stop until the moment they die from exhaustion. This tracking completely relies on biological instinct, and even the most sophisticated instruments cannot block it.

Those people have nowhere to escape.