End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The victim Alfred personally identified the suspect as the clown, and the case came to light. The next step is to bring him to justice and return justice to the public.

Although the three of them knew the actual situation, and the real murderer was someone else, who kept the clown away!

Bruce lightly revealed the problem, and Alfred also helped him change into the bat suit with a smile on his face, but what the two of them thought, whether to settle accounts after the fall, I am afraid that only they themselves know clearly.

Seeing this posture, Russell was a little panicked: "Bruce, does the Batman sand sculpture portrait you promised still count?"

"..."

Bruce didn't bother to answer, Russell actually dared to make a promise, what's going on, didn't he have a B in mind?

Seeing that Bruce didn't speak, Russell regarded him as acquiescing, and he was secretly proud that he could make Batman suffer and suffer.

Putting on the bat suit again, Batman walked quickly to the window, and the claw gun shot out, hugging Alfred and swinging to the ground, leading the way and successfully escaped from Arkham three or five times.

Looking at its skilled posture, it's like hanging out in your own back garden!

"Deathknell, what's the commotion over there, your companion?"

Bruce was referring to the Suicide Squad group, because the six lured away almost all the guards, so they could leave easily.

"No, they are 'Task Force X', a group of super criminals with life sentences, hired by the US imperialist government..."

Russell roughly described the origin of the Suicide Squad, and by the way, mentioned the purpose of their mission to arrive in Gotham, and finally concluded: "Although they are a bunch of bastards, they did a little bit to save you. Give me face, next time I meet you Don't abuse them too much."

Bruce nodded, and silently recorded three important information about Amanda Waller, Task Force X, and Riddler, especially Riddler. Bruce was very interested in the information in his hand that recorded superheroes and supervillains .

Batman: It's time to expand the database!

The three quickly left Arkham Asylum and walked into the woods. Alfred cleared the cover, revealing two bat motorcycles that had been prepared for a long time.

"Bruce, where are we going next?"

"Secret Base!"

Wayne Manor was blown up by Bane, the Batcave was turned into ruins, and countless equipment was looted, but it was not a big problem, Batman has the ability to make money, and he has other bases in Gotham City, making a comeback is easy.

The three of them drove in the dark, and after entering Gotham City, Bruce lifted the manhole cover and circled around in the complex underground tunnel until Russell was stunned before arriving at the so-called secret base.

A three-story base buried deep underground!

The facilities are complete and all kinds of equipment are readily available. Although the base level is far inferior to the Batcave, and there is no big killer of the Bat Fighter, it is enough to arm Bruce to the teeth.

Buzz buzz!

Bruce waved the laser sword on his belt, buckled it up, and quickly browsed the information on the computer.

This information was collected by Alfred. To put it bluntly, half of Batman's success is due to him. In other words, the butler is the man standing behind Batman, covering the sky with one hand and supporting Batman's intelligence network.

"Master Wayne, your black tea. And you, Mr. Deathstroke, your ice water!"

"Uh, thanks."

Although the ice water was not ice at all, even close to 100 degrees, Russell didn't dare to BB too much, it would be good if it wasn't poisoned.

Five minutes later, Bruce read all the information, took a gulp of black tea, sorted it out in his mind, and refined and supplemented his plan.

"Gotham City is currently very chaotic. Only by destroying the city hall in one fell swoop, taking the lead in cutting out this cancer, and releasing the administrative officials inside, can we change the current state of anarchy and chaos, and then cooperate with the police..."

Bruce blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, he knew that Russell couldn't understand, so many of them were mentioned in one sentence.

Finally, he asked directly: "Death knell, tell me the truth, how many minutes can the anti-death knell armor last in your hands?"

Russell was not wearing a visor at this time, and he blinked his eyes in confusion when he heard the words. He didn't know how far the so-called "anti-death knell armor" could be reversed, so he had to humbly say: "Conservatively, the anti-death knell armor is enough for me to dismantle half of it." Hours, I believe in your ability, Bruce, and you can last for 20 minutes at the last time."

"..."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes, Russell's words were still as infuriating as ever, and he continued after a while: "Ah Fu, manpower is limited, I'm going to trouble you to dispatch this time."

"Sir, don't say that, Gotham City is my home, and this is what I should do." Alfred bowed.

Russell was extremely envious. He gathered information externally, cooperated with them in combat, and solved problems for the head of the family; internally, he managed the house in an orderly manner, allowing the owner to stretch out his clothes and eat without worrying about it. He really wanted such a housekeeper.

But no, his assistant is a stupid cat, he can't even speak, and he got lost!

"Ah Fu, I want you to fix the Bat Light in Gotham City and tell everyone that Batman is back. I will go to the TV station and other places to reconnect the data signal, restore communication between Gotham and the outside world, and the location of the dirty bomb , I have some clues about the intelligence, I have to go and confirm it myself."

"As for you, Deathstroke..."

Bruce said with a stern expression: "The city hall will be left to you. After I connect the TV station's signal, I want you to appear on the stage with the strongest posture, and defeat the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor' under the watchful eyes of everyone. Everyone, create a sense of fear for the criminals in the city."

Bruce's request was very simple, Russell made a big fuss, as loud as possible, and as loud as possible!

He made this deployment for a reason!

The Joker and Bane are in the city hall at this moment, and there may be some hidden super villains, who are not lacking in strength and resourcefulness. Batman himself went there, but due to factors such as personal strength and understanding of him, he couldn't defeat the powerful enemy with the most shocking and tough methods.

But Russell is different!

It is true that Russell's IQ is average, far inferior to that of Joker and Bane, but he is quite a sand sculpture!

You will never guess what a sand sculpture will do next.

This is not a curse, on the contrary, this is Batman Bruce Wayne's positive evaluation of Russell. Bruce feels that he can't figure out Russell's sand sculpture brain, and the clown and Bane who have the same IQ as him must not be able to figure it out either.

This kind of unpredictable, double-edged sword that hurts others and hurts oneself is enough to deal a fatal blow to the enemy when used well.

Russell blinked: "I understand, let me go over and pretend! All the way to the end, get everyone down, right?"

Bruce was silent for a moment: "Do you have any other questions?"

"have!"

Russell said: "Leave me to do the maintenance of the bat lamp. I don't look down on the housekeeper. After all, time is not forgiving. He is old. He can just sit at home and make black tea. Let the young people do the physical work!"

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Deathstroke, but I don't think I'm old, at least not too old." Alfred said with a smile.

"I believe in Ah Fu, he can do it!"

Hearing Russell's words of concern, Bruce's face softened a lot: "Without Alfred, Batman wouldn't be alive today. I know better than anyone that he can do many incredible things."

Thinking of the butler being knocked down by his three punches and two kicks, Russell raised his eyebrows suspiciously, "For example... making black tea at an incredible speed?"

"..." x2

Bruce has a long face: "For example, my bat suit and many new equipments are designed and manufactured by Afu, and this secret base is also the same. To tell you the truth, besides me and Afu, you are the first people who enter here."

"It sounds amazing..."

"It doesn't sound like it sounds, but it's already very powerful!"

In order to justify the name of his old butler, Bruce said: "Without my permission, no one can easily find and successfully enter here in Gotham City. This is Ah Fu's ability. I firmly believe in him. Secret enough."

"My lord, you're overrated!" Alfred smiled kindly, but he couldn't help but straighten his body like a javelin.

Boom! Boom! Bang————

"..."x3

Hearing that someone was breaking the door of the secret base, the three people in the room stared wide-eyed, especially Bruce, who felt his face was swollen from the blow.

Squeak! !

There was a sound of twisted metal rubbing, and the people outside saw no one responding, so they violently pried open the door.

Bruce was slapped in the face again. Not only did someone easily find the secret base, but they also successfully walked in.

"It's impossible! I set up many traps, bombs, poisonous gas, electric current, acid, flamethrowers, etc. How could it be possible..." Alfred was shocked and felt incredible.

Boom! !

The explosion-proof door in front of the three of them was dented with the naked eye, and was finally knocked open violently. Bruce stood up silently, protecting the old housekeeper behind him, and guessed who the unknown enemy was.

Boom!

The blast door fell down, and Jason, wearing a hockey mask, strode in, holding a machete, as if to find fault.

(._.)

(゜一゜) x3

"who are you?"

Bruce secretly thought something was wrong, Jason's eyes were cold and heartless, but that's not the point, the point is that Jason had countless wounds all over his body, burns, gunshot wounds, arrows, and several places were corroded by acid so deep that the bones were visible, and all of them were speeding up. in healing.

Difficult enemies!

"Don't be nervous, it's my own..."

Russell pressed Bruce's shoulder and introduced, "His name is Jason, my little brother."

"..."

Bruce didn't speak, and he didn't plan to speak in front of Russell in the future. I don't know if it was his illusion. Every time he was with Russell, he would be very unlucky. Either he was pitted by Russell, or he dug a pit and jumped into it.

But soon, Bruce became more confident in his plan. If Russell could cheat him, he would certainly be able to cheat the Joker and Bane.

the other side!

"How is it, has anyone found it?"

(._.)

"In the city hall, it's a big room. Apart from her, there are many people in it... Uh, you're talking about these people, aren't they queuing?"

(._.)

"Oh, it's fine if you don't! Then who else is around her?"

(._.)

"A cat, a woman with red hair!"

Bruce looked at the conversation between Russell and Jason in surprise, and asked Alfred the almighty housekeeper with his eyes. Russell could understand Jason's meaning even though there was no verbal communication. How did he do it?

Is it a special function, or something else?

Alfred frowned slightly, indicating that the information was insufficient, and he didn't know!

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