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58. Chapter 58 I don’t understand the happiness of rich people!

Author: sing rooster

Chapter 58 I don’t understand the happiness of rich people!

"Stop heckling!"

Ian waved his hand and threw the harmless wind ball on Barry's head, making the guy shut his mouth.

"Don't be afraid, I will be with you!"

Ian's gentle words made Rachel relax, and at the same time he put the sword of bravery into her hand.

The girl suddenly lost control of her emotions because Sangong's gaze triggered a surge of magic in her blood.

Ian originally thought that there was no need for Xue Feifei to perform the ritual, because Rachel could master her own abilities and she only needed to learn magic.

But Sangong only took one look, and Rachel's magic power changed so much, which shows that the blood connection is not so easy to cut off.

"Take a deep breath!"

Ian held Rachel in his arms and comforted this girl who was like a bird leaving the nest: "Hold the sword of the brave, the light on it will calm your magic."

"Ian, we need to talk somewhere else!" Barry didn't want to interrupt Ian and Rachel, but the police wanted to forcefully enter the train station.

Gordon and his subordinates were unconscious. A deputy director took over his position and mobilized special police to surround the train station.

Ian let go of Rachel, and the weak girl sat on the ground holding the sword of bravery. Her face was pale, and her purple hair was dyed with divine light.

"What do these guys want? Think of us as criminals?"

Ian could see and hear the police approaching outside the door.

However, the quantity and quality of these special police forces cannot be compared with the armies of Paradise Island and Atlantis, and they are not worth fearing.

"The newly appointed mayor used anti-street vigilantes as his campaign slogan and has been vigorously hunting down Batman and me."

Only then did Ian notice the Robin in front of him.

According to the news, Nightwing has appeared, and the second-generation Robin was kidnapped by the Joker and ate a crowbar meal.

The current new Robin should be Tim Drake. He is the only member of the Batman family who is not bitter and hateful, and his parents are all alive, so the family is happy.

Tim relied on his superb computer skills to break into Batman's network, found Batman himself, and became Robin.

"I don't want to be the deputy director's tool to boost performance."

Ian ignored everything that happened outside the window and lifted up the still unconscious Bain with one hand: "Barry, you go pick up Dr. Snow and Dr. Raymond. Gray Wolf, you drive the Thunder, take Xiaomi and this big guy with you."

He habitually directed everyone's actions, and then looked at Tim who was peeking at him: "Robin, you don't need to keep staring at me. I will introduce myself to you when we get to Wayne Manor.

At that time, I can answer any questions you have."

"Now, tell me, what is your mode of transportation?"

Tim was confused by Ian's proactive attitude. After all, the other person was a friend who came with The Flash, and it was unjustifiable to spy on him in private.

"I'm riding a motorcycle." He coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment: "Do you need me to give you a ride?"

"No, I'll see you at Wayne Manor."

Ian made a salute to the stunned Tim, then put on his lightning running shoes, and the blue electric light flashed, and he disappeared on the spot.

'How could he know the secret of our identities?'

Tim was horrified and was stunned by Ian's words.

"Hurry up!"

"The mayor's order is to catch these masked psychopaths this time."

The sound of the SWAT officers rushing in woke up the surprised Tim. He took out his grappling gun and shot it. He flew to the top of the building, opened his cloak and slid to the side of his motorcycle. He twisted the handle and the engine roared, and he walked along the road.

gallop.

In the Batcave.

Ian and Gray Wolf walked side by side, walking through Batman's collection, admiring the results of the Dark Knight's years of fighting against various super villains.

Joker's card, Riddler's scepter, Harley Quinn's baseball bat, Scarecrow's mask, Two-Face's coin

Although these things cannot speak, Ian can still feel from them the struggle, pain and confusion of a man who has been fighting the darkness for more than ten years.

"Master Ian, this is your lollipop."

"Mr. Big Wolf, this is your milk."

"Miss Rachel"

The old butler Alfred met everyone's needs in an orderly manner, and used his soothing attitude to relax everyone who was nervous.

Although Ian and the others were strangers to Gotham for the first time, Alfred did not embarrass them because of Thomas's last words. Instead, he warmly invited them into the manor and entertained them warmly.

"Mr. Ian, what do you think of Master Bruce?"

Alfred held the plate between his left forearm and chest, held his head high, and his head was bald, and there were wrinkles between his brows and eyes, but his posture was still upright and he maintained the demeanor of an English gentleman.

Ian put the lollipop in his mouth, narrowed his eyes with satisfaction, and said in a vague voice: "Batman is just doing what he thinks he should do!"

"But what he 'should' be doing is slowly destroying him, or has already destroyed him!"

"I prayed to God every night in the past days, hoping that He would destroy this damn Gotham and give my little Bruce back.

But night after night passed without any answer to my prayers, and the situation in Gotham was getting worse and worse. Every time Bruce climbed out of the Batmobile, his injuries were more serious than the last time. Finally this time, he went to self-destruction.

The end."

Alfred was so excited that he roared like a furious lion.

He never wanted to tell anyone about his inner anguish and silently supported Batman's cause. Only at certain times could he find a chance to persuade him with a word or two.

Over time, even he himself has become accustomed to this kind of life, and no longer expects Batman to return to a normal life.

Until today, Thomas's letters appeared in front of him, and the past years came to mind again.

After Alfred read the letter, his years of depression suddenly broke out, and he chose to confide his feelings to this stranger, with tears filling his eyes.

"Help him, Master Ian!"

"Thomas said in the letter, I can trust you. I ask you to help Bruce!"

Ian thought for a moment and said: "I believe Batman is not dead yet!"

The people in the Council of Owls were still waiting for Batman to be sacrificed, so how could they let him die like this? As for Batman being sacrificed now, those people didn't have the ability to do so.

"I will do my best to bring Batman back. I have a big problem myself and I need his help!"

Alfred sighed inwardly, Ian actually ignored the most important issue - Bruce's future.

"If you need anything, just tell me directly. I can mobilize the resources of Wayne Group to support you."

Ian was stunned, put the lollipop into his mouth, and shook his head, saying that he really didn't understand the happiness of rich people.

Then he took out a list and asked Alfred to collect the materials on it as soon as possible.

"It's not anything expensive. I'll deliver it tomorrow."

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