Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

Maroney is dead.

He died at this luxurious banquet together with his two younger brothers.

"Kacha."

The originally disconnected current was restored, and the blazing light once again illuminated the hall.

People clamored to leave here and witnessed three living lives dying in front of them. These rich and powerful people were not willing to stay in such a dangerous place.

"what happened?"

Jino picked up the napkin on the table, wiped off the water stains on his hands, and sat back down in his seat.

The young man had a calm expression and a brisk tone. He inserted his fork into a piece of steak on the table and stuffed it into his mouth. He did not forget to comment: "It's a little too cooked. It seems that the chef is not in good condition tonight."

Thomas ignored Geno. He stood up first and rushed towards the two strong men who had been stabbed in the neck.

As a doctor, Thomas practices the principle of "saving lives and helping the wounded."

But the dilated pupils of the corpse discouraged Thomas from taking any further actions.

"Oh my God, Bruce, let's get out of here!"

The two "vases" brought by Bruce panicked and stood up, carrying small bags, urging Bruce to leave.

Everything is chaotic. When people are in danger, their first reaction is to run away and stay away from danger.

However, Bruce shook his head and motioned for the two women to go first while looking at Gino.

The handsome young man was still wearing the black suit and neat tie.

Jino glanced at the corpses in the distance with a look of surprise on his face: "Someone died?"

The acting was so flawless that Bruce couldn't be sure for a moment that Kino was related to the murderer.

Bruce nodded and said, "Yes, it was the gangster Maroni who died."

"Then this assassin is a good person. He is killing harm for the people."

Jino gloated: "I heard that he is a gangster and runs a lot of gray businesses."

"Does Mr. Bruce think he deserves to die?"

Gino put down his fork and held his chin with his hands: "If every criminal is killed by assassination, can the city of Gotham return to "normal"?"

Can Gotham return to normal by killing all the bad guys?

Bruce even subconsciously recalled the scene in Gotham after the criminal disappeared.

However, the sound of sirens interrupted Bruce's thoughts.

Compared with the slow police dispatch in the slums, the Gotham police fully demonstrated their professionalism when facing the powerful.

James Gordon, 29 years old, retired from the United States Navy Special Forces and joined the Gotham City Police Department a week ago.

Gordon has a not-so-beautiful but virtuous wife who is pregnant, which means Gordon needs a stable job to earn money to support his family.

Society is never warm, only cold and cruel.

If Gordon were willing to become a dark cop, then his life might be much easier, but

Gordon is an outlier among the Gotham police.

For example, never accept bribes or attend "fun" gatherings with colleagues.

Such an unsociable guy is naturally ostracized by his colleagues and superiors.

So, faced with this extremely bizarre murder, the boss sent the unlucky Gordon to handle the case.

"Leiter, Fran, you lead the team to seal off and protect the scene."

"Frank, follow me to find someone to take notes."

Gordon rubbed his eyebrows.

He was not happy during this time.

The exclusion and suppression from his superiors and colleagues made him physically and mentally exhausted.

Gordon walked into the hall. At this moment, many people had already left the golden hall.

His eyes swept across the three corpses. It was obvious that this was a homicide.

"call."

Gordon took a deep breath, and soon, the police officer in charge of the confession reported the situation to Gordon.

Gordon frowned as he listened to the police officer's report.

The assassin suddenly appeared, killed Maroni and walked away.

This kind of transcript looks as absurd as some science fiction online novel.

"Forget it, take the body back to the autopsy room first."

Early morning.

Gordon watched as the medical examiner removed the knife from the deceased's broken throat after dissecting the body.

The body of the silver flying knife was engraved with an owl pattern.

While he was thinking, a mysterious wind sounded behind him.

"Wow."

It's like some clothes are swaying in the wind.

"who?"

Gordon tensed and turned around suddenly.

Under the dim yellow light, the black shadow looked like a huge bat, standing quietly in the corner.

The dark black cloak was swinging in the wind, and paired with the black armor, this guy looked mysterious and weird.

Under that pair of pointed-eared masks was a pair of cold eyes.

Gordon quietly pressed the pistol on his waist. As long as the other party made any movement, he would shoot immediately without hesitation.

Who would infiltrate a forensic workplace wearing something resembling a costume?

Answer: Mental patients.

"take it easy."

Gordon heard the pervert in black speak slowly.

"I'm here to help you."

Batman ignored Gordon's little movement, walked to the body and picked up the murder weapon in the tray.

His eyes paused for a moment on the owl pattern on the flying knife.

Thinking back to some rumors about the Wayne family, Batman had some guesses in his mind.

He dropped the throwing knife and turned around to leave.

"Wait! You can't show up suddenly and leave rashly!"

Gordon pulled out his pistol, and after holding back for a moment, he opened his mouth and shouted: "I now suspect that you are connected with the murderer. Squat down with your hands on your head and accept the investigation!"

Batman didn't stop. Under Gordon's gaze, he pushed open the window and jumped down.

"God!"

Gordon covered his mouth. You know, this is the fifth floor.

He rushed to the window to save the other party.

However, when Gordon ran to the window and looked down at the dark night, he saw the man in costume raising his arms and spreading his black cloak under the neon lights.

In the night, the howling night wind blew through the black cloak, making a harsh whistling sound.

The opponent was like a bat with open arms crossing the city shrouded in night, gradually disappearing from Gordon's field of vision.

"Oh, God."

Gordon rubbed his eyes. He felt that he was absolutely crazy!

Gotham sewers.

The turbid sewage flows through the underground waterway, with garbage and the corpses of some creatures rolling in it, which looks disgusting.

Zoom out through a thick wall.

At a dark round conference table, a group of men and women wearing white masks and various expensive dresses gathered together.

The scent of various expensive perfumes filled the air.

"Everyone."

The leading guy knocked on the table and said, "Someone is impersonating us in the Maroney case tonight."

The white candle flame flickered, and the reflected shadows swayed.

After he finished speaking, someone immediately answered: "Impersonating the Court of Owls, he will pay the price."

A group of people hide their true faces behind masks and discuss fiercely with each other.

"He will expose our presence."

"He will pay a brutal price."

They whispered:

"Activate our connections."

"Investigate his background."

"Then,"

"Send out the claws!"

Will try to update tomorrow (probably?)