Heroic Spirit Transformation System [Comprehensive Master Anglo-American]

Chapter 27 Living on the Streets

In the Batcave, Bruce Wayne, who had taken off his mask, was concentrating on operating something in front of the Batcomputer. Dick Grayson, still wearing the Robin uniform, stood next to Bruce, with one hand on the back of the chair and the other on the bat.

On the computer console.

Bruce Wayne rested his elbows on the armrests, crossed his fingers, and quietly looked at the dazzling amount of information on the screen.

Dick babbled: "It's quite interesting tonight. Someone actually said confidently in front of me that his name is Robin. I don't know whether it's true or not, but this experience is really novel."

Bruce didn't respond.

However, Dick has long been accustomed to Batman's silence, and he can continue to talk with gusto without anyone to chat with him: "The person he is tracing is the person who made these medicines, right? They can resurrect others without any side effects."

The potion cannot exist, right? Have the test results come out?"

This time Bruce spoke: "Unanalyzable."

"...unable to analyze?" Dick stood up straight in surprise, "Which kind cannot be analyzed? Is it because the technology does not meet the requirements, or -"

"Unknown ingredients." Bruce typed a few keys with an indifferent expression.

Dick was shocked.

"Did the person who made this potion discover something like a new element? Instead of trying to win the Nobel Prize, he sold medicine on the black market. I really hope these 'talents' don't use their talents for these strange things.

Place..." Dick muttered a few words, "So what should we do now, do we want to try the effect of this medicine?"

This is why there are rabbits in the Batcave.

After animal experiments, the conclusion has almost come out.

"The healing effect is very good. I can't tell if there are any side effects at the moment, but it's not at all like bringing the dead back to life. Even a rabbit with serious injuries is a little helpless..." Dick picked up a bottle of potion and shined it at the light.

"Sure enough, the rumors have been exaggerated... Or are the batches of medicine we have diluted? I think the red color is a bit light. It would look better if it was darker."

"Although it is true that letting inconspicuous little characters transport goods will not attract too much attention, the risk is also very high, so it is impossible for them to really transport the really important things." Bruce Wayne said, "These should be just defective products, or

Diluted, affordable products for low-level and high-demand target groups.”

Dick commented: "Indeed, even if the diluted effect is not as good as the legend, it can still save a life at a critical moment, and maybe it can survive until the doctor arrives. What about bringing the dead back to life? Undiluted medicine can do that.

This?"

"Even if it can be done, it's not a price that the person he said can afford it," Bruce said.

The person who is said to have been resurrected is just a low-level gangster like the one who was sent to deliver the goods tonight. He is the kind of person who won the lottery and won the lottery but would not have the means to buy this kind of medicine. The person who told this story swears by it.

The guy died before he was imprisoned, and he swore that he really saw that person again after he was released from prison, but because he was timid, he ran away without daring to get close.

Bruce took off his blood-stained gloves: "There is a corpse dump site near the place he mentioned, but the surveillance nearby has been destroyed."

"Did he not die and be thrown away as a corpse, so he came back?" Dick denied after saying that, "The time is not right... The little guy seems to know a lot today, but it's a pity that he didn't dig out anything more.

And he also threw away the tracker we put on him...although this is to be expected."

Although he looks young, the boy who calls himself Robin - I still don't know whether this guy is deliberately playing tricks or is really called this, after all, this name is not that rare - is obviously trained, and

If you want to work in this field, anti-tracking and stealth are the basics. It is normal for the tracker to be discovered.

But when this topic was brought up, Dick couldn't help but say: "You didn't say anything today, like get out of my Gotham or something like that. This is not like your style."

"That's not necessary." Bruce, who was teased, was not angry at all. "When the matter is over, he will leave Gotham himself."

Dick was really shocked this time.

"You mean - you acquiesced in his involvement in this incident?! Who are you and what did you do to Bruce?"

Before Dick could continue his act, a communication request popped up on the Batcomputer.

Bruce approved the application.

"Hi, Bruce, and Dick, good evening." A female voice said, "It's so rare that you took the initiative to contact me."

"Xiao Zha." Bruce said, "Do you know anything else about the alchemist you mentioned last time?"

***

After Qiye carefully checked that there was indeed no tracker on him, he went to his temporary residence with confidence.

Although I met Batman and the others on the way, my goal of this operation was achieved... The next step is to continue the investigation along this line.

But to be honest, Qiye really wants to lament now. He once had a group of clever Avengers friends who he didn’t cherish, but now he regrets it when he meets the suspicious Batman who likes to put trackers on people... I really hope that this bat

Batman can also learn how to use his brain from the Avengers. Even if he considers himself a movie king, he doesn't want to act in front of Batman...

Qiye in Robin Hood state moved very quickly, and soon he landed near his temporary residence. He raised his head and looked at the room with half of it in ruins expressionlessly, and couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

It is truly a Gotham City with simple folk customs... He left for just a short while, and the room actually exploded!!!

Qiye stood there with pain in his balls, and for a moment he didn't want to think about his next plan.

Although he chose to live in this chaotic place, he had considered that he might be involved in some incidents, but at most he thought that there would be some noise outside, or that someone would break into an empty door, break the window, etc.

I didn’t expect it to explode immediately!

It's not that he doesn't want to stay in the hotel under Wayne's name, it's just that he is a gangster when he comes to the new world. The system will not give him a false identity. Plus he doesn't have much money. Only a chaotic place like Gotham's East Side will ignore his identity.

If he proves it, he can rent a house at a low price, and no one will care if there is one more person or one less person in this kind of place, which is perfect for him.

Now Qiye can only say that it is really cheap but not good.

In a place like Gotham, sleeping on the streets is almost the same as committing suicide, so next he has to think about where to sleep tonight...