Meiman: Start to become a god, I choose science and magic double cultivation

Anniversary.

Today is the death day of the Waynes.

Although the mastermind behind everything has not yet been found, Bruce will not miss this day.

On the back hill of Wayne Manor, a small burial chamber was built, where the remains of the Wayne couple were collected.

But as soon as he stepped into this place, Bruce noticed a hint of abnormality.

He wasn't very familiar with it because he only came once a year.

But he knew that this feeling was by no means unfounded, perhaps it was a secret induction, and he suddenly became a little anxious.

Bruce abandoned his fellow Alfred and ran towards the burial chamber with all his strength.

When he entered, he was shocked by what he saw.

Alfred ran after Bruce, tired and a little panting when he first arrived, he was no longer young.

But he was also shocked by what he saw.

"This, how is this possible..."

I saw that the place where the coffins of the Wayne couple should have been placed had turned into two empty pits.

The "one seventy-three" thing inside is gone.

Bruce's eyes rarely showed a fierce murderous aura, he pursed his lips tightly and left here without saying a word.

Worried about his condition, Aphor hurried to follow.

At night, Catwoman sees Bruce change into a bat suit and asks him where he went.

But Batman didn't say a word, got on the Batmobile and left.

"What's wrong with him?"

Catwoman saw that he looked different, and hurriedly asked Afu, but Afo just shook his head and didn't say much.

This is a private matter of the Wayne family, and he cannot reveal it to outsiders at will.

Barbara has to take care of Nightwing and has no time to mind Batman's affairs.

Catwoman thought about it and borrowed a bat bike from the bat cave to catch up.

Damian in the manor frowned and watched Catwoman chase her father away, feeling a little unbeautiful.

Bruce is a terrible father, and he and Damian were wary of him when they first met.

If it weren't for Alfred's efforts to keep it, Damian really wanted to walk away directly.

He felt that Thalia must have been obsessed with the ghost at the beginning, otherwise how could he take a fancy to a man like Bruce.

Suspicious, sensitive, and a little neurotic.

Although he looks quite handsome, what is that top for?

If Dane could hear his heart, he would definitely add another merit to Bruce, money.

All in all, Damian felt that his meeting with Bruce was not what he had imagined.

It was not even better to stay in the League of Assassins, at least Grandpa and Thalia were sincere with him.

Just as Damiri was thinking this, someone called his personal number.

He picked it up and looked at it, and the name on it made his face change slightly, and then turned calm.

Damian went back to his room and changed into the nanosuit that Dane had given him.

Yes, this suit Dane did not take back and gave it to him.

Damian, who changed into his suit, turned back into the little assassin.

He rolled out of the window, and with a flicker, disappeared into the night.

On the site of the ACE chemical plant, a new chemical plant was re-established, and Damian soon arrived.

"Welcome back, my dear grandson."

As soon as Damian landed, a dark shadow appeared behind him.

He looked back sharply, empty.

"Let me see, have your skills regressed during this time?"

Damian quickly turned his gaze back in front of him, just in time to see a big foot kicking him in the face.

He did not care about the image, took advantage of the situation to lean back, and then a donkey rolled to avoid the attacker's combo behind.

The nanoparticles then combined into two short knives.

He grasped the hilt of the knife and strangled his opponent left and right.

The man was barehanded, but not flustered, and opened his bow left and right with both hands.

The moves are not subtle, but they always avoid the blade just right.

After less than ten days of the two, the man suddenly put his hands together and clamped the two knives that Damian had cut out with his palms.

Damian looked at his grandfather's hands like pincers, tightened and twisted, and actually broke the two short knives directly!

The other party took a closer look with the broken knife between his fingers before saying:

"You get a very interesting toy."

Then he flicked his fingers and threw the broken blade like a throwing knife, and the air blade it scraped was so sharp that it could almost cut the skin.

Damian greeted with the remaining half-cut blade, and almost instantly, the broken blade reintegrated into it, and the short knife recovered.

The man cocked his eyebrows and said, "Interesting." (Read violent novels, go on Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

Damian opened the mask with a somewhat solemn expression.

"Grandpa..."

The person who came was Damian's grandfather, Lars Elgul, of course, everyone preferred to call him Thunderbugu.

Ninja Master, Head of Demons, Master of the League of Assassins, a man who is almost immortal.

I saw that he had a serious expression, a hazy temperament, and his sideburns were slightly white.

There is a faint majesty between sitting and expecting.

But when he looked at Damian, there was a rare hint of warmth on his face.

"Your technology seems to have regressed a bit, Damian, is it because of over-reliance on technology?"

Damian couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this, and he complained:

"Even if I don't rely on technology, I can't beat you, Grandpa."

Lei Xiaogu is an old monster who has lived for nearly 700 years, and his age is only a little worse than Wonder Woman.

In terms of experience and life experience, there is more than one street than Diana.

It's normal that Damian can't beat him, otherwise wouldn't he have lived to a dog for hundreds of years?

"Did Mom come with you too?"

Lei Xiaogu nodded and motioned for him to look down..........

He followed the gesture and found a graceful woman standing next to a pool that emitted a strange green light.

That was Thalia, Damian's biological mother.

Although it was a touched goodbye, Damian's gaze was still attracted by the strange pool next to his mother, and his tone was heavy:

"Pool of Lazarus, how could it be..."

Lei Xiaogu observed his grandson's expression with interest and praised:

"Sure enough, it's Bruce's child, and after only a long time with him, you start thinking like Batman."

Damian retorted with a calm face: "I didn't! "

"Even the way the mouth is hard is so similar."

Damian didn't want to talk anymore, Lei Xiaogu smiled and explained:

"This is not really the pool of Lazarus, just part of its body of water."

"I combined it with some special chemicals to preserve the function of resurrection and brought it here."

"Why are you coming to Gotham?" Damian said calmly.

He knew that his grandfather had never given up the idea of destroying Gotham, and his mother Thalia was clearly on the same front as his grandfather.

"A friend gave me some interesting advice, and I adopted it, so I came over."

"Look at the city that once gave me a taste of failure, and look at my favorite grandson."

"Finally, look at the one... Batman. "

In the end, Lei Xiaogu did not hide the haze on his face, revealing a somewhat evil smile.

Damian quietly synthesized 2.4 smoke bombs from the nanosuit, and he said quietly:

"So your purpose is still Gotham, and Batman?"

"Yes, Batman."

Lei Xiaogu always seemed so patient when facing his grandson.

"I realized that to destroy this sinful city, Batman was a stumbling block that I had to remove."

"The plan that my friends gave me was very feasible, well, very feasible."

"But this needs your help, my grandson."

When Damian heard this, the smoke bomb in his hand was about to be taken off.

But when he looked up, he found that Lei Xiaogu was looking at him with a smile.

Immediately, as if something had passed through his body, Damian's body froze.

His suit died, and his nervous system was hit by an unknown pulse and fell into disarray.

The suit became his cage, and Damian fell to the ground.

He raised his head with difficulty and stared at Lei Xiaogu:

“EMP！"

You still say I rely on technology? You're a sixth!.