American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

Peter pulled the tie and pulled Wally Crohn's body up.

Bruce walked over quickly and looked at Peter in shock.

"Sir, he. He is dead!"

"Hmm, as expected, isn't the Court of Owls monitoring Gotham at all times?"

Peter glanced at the killer who had escaped at this time.

"However, my original target was not our former mayor."

Peter narrowed his eyes, his super senses catching the traces of the escaped killer.

"Let's go, we have to rely on Mr. Killer to lead the way for us."

After being stunned for a moment, staring at Peter's back, Bruce quickly followed him.

"Sir, did you plan to attract the killers from the Court of Owls from the beginning?"

Bruce asked in disbelief.

Peter stopped and said to Bruce: "Yes, I don't believe that the former mayor can tell what I want to know."

"So, sir, you knew they were going to attack the former mayor."

"I don't know, Bruce, but I guess that's what they're going to do."

He looked at the silent Bruce, "Do you think my behavior is rough?"

"No, I just"

"Bruce, in this city, darkness and sin permeate every corner. The police are corrupt and incompetent. The law is like a decoration. The tragedies that your parents experienced may happen every day. If you try to save this city, giving them hope is not enough."

Peter said something that stunned Bruce.

He put his hand on Bruce's shoulder. "Only fear can stop them and make them afraid."

"I"

Bruce's heart was filled with turmoil. He stared at Peter, his lips slightly parted, not knowing what he should say.

"Sir, maybe law and order can save this city too."

After a while, Bruce expressed his inner thoughts.

"It's beautiful to have hope, Bruce. Walking in the dark zone, but still believing in order and law; eager for revenge, eager to kill criminals, but still able to overpower the hot anger with cold reason. This is what I hope you can do. ”

Facing the confused Bruce, Peter conveyed some positive ideas to him.

If this kid goes astray and turns into a darkened Batman who does everything he can, he estimates that he will really become a "father-worrier" in the future.

"I understand, sir."

Bruce nodded and said to him firmly: "I will also be the kind of person sir expects."

Court of Owls Headquarters.

At this time, the Owl members gathered in the court, these prominent families in Gotham, were intensely discussing everything that happened today.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The graceful woman wearing an owl mask stopped everyone's discussion.

"Everyone, Gotham is riddled with holes and there is no cure. Only we can rebuild Gotham and let it be reborn from the ashes. Now our plan is about to succeed, and the rise of a new Gotham is about to begin! "

As the words fell, cheers echoed throughout the Owl Court headquarters.

"I don't think so."

A sudden sound suddenly interrupted everyone's cheers.

The people wearing masks looked in the direction of the sound.

As a result, what I saw was Peter and Bruce walking slowly.

The woman looked at Bruce in surprise, "It's you, Bruce Wayne!"

"How did you find this place?!"

She turned her gaze to Peter, disbelief written all over her face.

"That's a long story, you rats are really hiding deep."

Peter took a step forward and looked around at the group of famous and powerful people wearing masks who were said to control the entire Gotham.

"You, you killed my parents!"

Bruce glared at everyone in the Court of Owls.

The woman shook her head and said to Bruce:

"You are as stubborn and unwilling to compromise as your father, Bruce. If you had not escaped our control at the beginning, we would not have done anything to you. Just like your father always wanted to get rid of us after discovering our existence. You always wanted to get rid of us." It’s overestimating one’s worth, both to oneself and to others.”

"But now, since you have thrown yourself into the trap, I think the result will not be much different from before."

She clapped her hands, and several killers wearing owl uniforms flashed out of the shadows.

The quick and agile killers drew their samurai swords behind them and rushed towards Peter and Bruce.

Peter protected Bruce behind him, grabbed the arm of a rushing killer, and twisted it off with his backhand.

The latter let out a miserable cry.

With a "bang" sound, Peter punched it and flew it away.

His body collided with another killer, and both of them were hit against the wall with terrifying force.

Without waiting for everyone present to react, Peter rushed towards a killer at a speed invisible to the naked eye, and smashed his elbow horizontally. The latter spun several times in the air like a top and hit the ground hard.

Warm blood quickly coated the cold ground.

These killers, who in the eyes of ordinary people were agile and fierce, were easily dispatched by Peter.

Everyone in the court looked at the killer who fell to the ground in a breath, and were completely dumbfounded.

Looking at Peter with horrified eyes, the crowd immediately fled in panic.

As the woman fled, she ordered the remaining killers on the scene to spray virus gas spray on Peter.

"Gululu!"

The ball spitting out red smoke rolled to Peter's feet.

Then, in the stunned eyes of the crowd, Peter bent down to pick up the ball on the ground that was spewing poisonous gas, put it between his nose, and took a deep breath.

"Well, it tastes good. I haven't smoked for many years. This has aroused my little craving for cigarettes."

Peter took a few more puffs with an expression of enjoyment, without any sign of poisoning at all.

"You!"

The woman looked at Peter's enjoyment in horror, and was shocked and couldn't say anything.

Where did this monster come from? !

Seeing Peter's terrifying performance, the believers of the Court of Owls became more confused and fled madly!

With a "whoosh", Peter moved directly in front of the old woman, grabbed her throat and threw her out.

The round table in the middle of the meeting was instantly smashed by her body, and wood chips splashed into the air.

The remaining members of the court, who were scrambling to escape, suddenly stopped.

Like a court member who was acupunctured, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth and his whole body twitched.

"Plop!"

"Plop!"

The sound continued, and soon all the members of the Court of Owls fell to the ground, motionless.

Peter was originally planning to deal with these court members, but the sudden situation made him frown.

Bruce was also shocked by the scene at the scene, and it took him a while to react.

Walking to Peter's side, he asked Peter in disbelief: "Sir, what happened?"

Peter bent down to check the body of a member of the Court of Owls, "They are all dead."

"Dead dead?"

"Hmm, poisoned to death, all silenced, obviously, they were poisoned before we came in."

Peter stood up and stared at the owl statue in the center of the court, "It seems that the so-called Court of Owls is just the tip of the iceberg of Gotham."

"Is it over?"

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Bruce knew that the matter was over here.

The Court of Owls was destroyed by the real mastermind. The longest night was about to end, but an indescribable melancholy rose in his heart.

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