American comic world demon hunter

After spending two hundred dollars on an absolutely sumptuous meal, Dante wiped his mouth with satisfaction. Prices in China are really great. Three tables of delicious food were so cheap.

Bruce followed Dante and looked at the future master in front of him with admiration. Not only was this master extremely skilled in fighting, he was also proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons. He also had an extremely good personality. He even behaved in such a domineering manner while eating.

There were three tables of food, and I only had seven bites in total.

"Bruce, my next step is to go to Gotham. Lei Xiaogu's goal is the goal of the demon Mephisto, and Mephisto is my goal." Dante looked at the bus in front of him. He was going to take seven It takes an hour's bus ride to get to the nearest airport: "It seems that we have to experience the feeling of a plateau bus."

Bruce shook his head.

"Master," he said: "We don't need this. I feel that now is the time for me to contact my family. Gotham is facing even more serious threats from the Shadow Warriors Alliance. Gotham needs me."

"You mean, you have the ability to get a plane?" Dante looked at Bruce in surprise: "China's flight restrictions are quite serious."

"Believe me, my family has established trade relations with China for forty years. It must not be difficult to apply for a route."

Bruce was very confident, so Dante had no choice but to agree with Bruce's statement and took him to the phone booth to make a call. Dante's cell phone was still there, but when Dante thought about the fact that he had used this cell phone to talk to the designer in Bobbi's disguise, He didn't want to use this phone anymore, because it might be monitored, or in other words, it would definitely be monitored or even located. Now that Bruce had a way to return to Gotham, Dante casually put the phone on the side of the road.

Gotham City, Wayne Mansion, Alfred was patrolling up and down as usual. The place had been sealed up twenty years ago. All the furniture and artwork were covered with white cloth, even if Alfred De still lives here, and he only opens a small room to himself.

Fifty-seven years ago, Alfred was born here. He was raised by the old Wayne. When he became an adult, Alfred watched the old Wayne die. He became the butler of the young Thomas Wayne. Thomas is Bruce's father.

Bruce's father had completely different habits from Wayne Sr. He didn't like money or power. He even handed over the management of the entire Wayne Group to others, while he himself was in the lower town, near the slums. Opened a hospital, Thomas Wayne is an excellent doctor, he may not have the best medical technology in the world, but he may have the best kindness in the world

Alfred reached out and touched the photo on the wall. Even though the photo was covered with white cloth, Alfred knew it was a portrait of Thomas. Tears slowly filled his eyes. Master, I failed in my duty. I failed to take care of him. Good boy, I failed to protect Bruce.

No one could have imagined how sad Alfred would be when he received the news of Mr. Wayne's death twenty-one years ago, just as no one knew that seven years ago, when Bruce Wayne mysteriously disappeared , how heartbroken he was

In the past seven years, there were always people whispering about Alfred behind his back, using their cunning hearts to speculate on Alfred's persistence throughout his life.

"That old Al, look, the entire Wayne family belongs to him."

"I bet this old guy must have done it for Bruce Wayne's disappearance."

"What is missing is obviously dead. Now the Wayne family has no heir. As the person who has stayed in the Wayne family for the longest time, this old man has been entrusted to this old man when Bruce was a child. God, not to mention the shares of the Wayne Group, even if it is just the Wayne family's old house, the house and the art inside are worth billions together."

"There are billions and billions of shit. The Wayne family has lived here for hundreds of years. It is said that their toilet is used by the Queen of England."

Remarks like this began to circulate when Alfred fired all the servants, and began to ferment when Bruce disappeared. Bruce Wayne has been missing for seven years. If Alfred hadn't learned from a homeless man that Bruce left on his own initiative. , instead of being kidnapped, then he might have collapsed long ago.

It's just that seven years have passed. When will Bruce come back? The Wayne family needs a real heir, not an old man like me.

Twenty-one years ago, Bruce was seven years old. He was still a child. However, until now, Bruce is already twenty-eight years old. Why is he still like a child? How long will it take for him to grow up?

Alfred would repeat this sigh countless times every day, but maybe God was particularly favoring him today. No, it was not God. It was Dante who favored him.

Because, the phone in the old house rang

Alfred heard the sound of an ancient telephone for the first time. God, only people in the Wayne family know the number of this phone. Except for Bruce, only he knows this number. Apart from that, even if it is owned by the Wayne family, The servants didn’t know that the only one who could get through the phone call at this time was Bruce.

Alfred picked up the microphone as if charging, and the ivory hand felt particularly gentle.

"Alfred, this is Bruce" came a mature voice on the phone, which made Alfred ecstatic.

"Where are you and what do you need me to do, Master?"

Alfred's eyes shed a line of tears. Bruce, he called back.

"I'm in China, Tibet, Geelong. I need a plane. Don't make too much noise. My master and I need this plane to return to Gotham."

"Two hours" Alfred hurriedly promised: "Please wait for two hours, I will pick you up. I guarantee that you and your master will have the most sumptuous dinner at home."

"No, no," Bruce hurriedly stopped Alfred's plan: "I don't want others to know that I'm back, and I don't want others to know that I still have a master. Ah Fu, I believe you can do this well."

"I will, I will." Ah Fu listened to the call and hung up. Ah Fu wiped his tears and murmured: "I love you, my child."

Alfred arranged everything in just half a minute. In recent years, the cooperation between Wayne Group and China has become closer. In the process of developing Tibet, China also received some help from the Wayne family. With that help In front of us, there is just a temporary route, which is really simple.

In Geelong City, Dante and Bruce also played hide and seek with the police for two hours.

>>

This chapter is not finished yet, click on the next page to continue reading

Yu got on a plane to Gotham City.

Alfred did it perfectly. After he applied for a temporary route from the Chinese government, the plane he sent was not even the Wayne family's own plane, but a plane owned by a famous American gangster who specializes in solving troubles for rich people. .

The plane took off from Star City. The straight-line distance from Star City to China is closer than Gotham. It arrived in Tibet earlier than originally planned. Although the decoration of the plane was not luxurious, it had everything it needed.

As for confidentiality, ha, there were only two pilots in black suits on the plane. They didn't even confirm the identities of Bruce and Dante, and flew the plane to Gotham without saying a word.

In their eyes, their mission is to help two rich kids who committed crimes in China return to the United States, and that's it. As for who the rich kids are, they don't care, can't care, and dare not care.

Dante looked at Bruce not far away.

"You look very nervous. You haven't been home for a long time."

"Seven years," Bruce replied.

"Seven years is very short. I haven't been home for more than seven billion years." Dante leaned on his seat, put his hands behind his head, closed his eyes, and said comfortably.

"After arriving in Gotham, I will find a quieter and more spacious place. Then I will train you. Your talent is really good. I think we should not waste it."

"Master"

"Don't call me master" Dante quickly interrupted him: "Only after you can pick up my sword can you be called my disciple."

"Okay, I mean, Dante, can I call you that?"

"Nothing is impossible."

"Dante, I need your help. You heard me. The target of the Shadow Warrior Alliance is Gotham. I don't know what they will do to Gotham, but it is definitely not a good thing. What's more, they have colluded. A mysterious man named Mephisto"

Bruce always looked anxious, he was worried.

Dante nodded.

"I don't need to help you, I'm just doing what I want to do. Even if I go to Tibet, I'm just following the path of the demon invasion. Since Gotham is their target, of course I will stay in Gotham to investigate their affairs. "

Dante's words made Bruce calm down a lot. In Bruce's eyes, Dante was simply a god. Whether it was a battle with three hundred men or the forty corpses when he woke up in the morning, Dante's strength had been proven.

"I'm so lucky to meet you," Bruce thought and couldn't help but sigh.

When Dante heard this, he smiled at first, then shook his head.

"Bruce, maybe you are the biggest gain of my trip." Dante stretched out his finger and pointed on Bruce's forehead. The place where the finger touched the skin of his forehead was blooming with warm silver light. Dante said softly: "Look This light, this is the light of divinity. I have not yet returned to the realm of a god, so my eyes cannot see clearly the soul that should be favored by the God of War. However, my divinity spontaneously resonates with you, It recognizes you.”

The moment Dante's finger touched Bruce, Bruce's blood flowed uncontrollably at a high speed. He only felt a ball of fire burning in his heart. That was bravery, that was fearlessness, that could burn everything in his heart. The power of fear and confusion

"Are you a god?" Bruce murmured.

“It will be soon”

After Dante finished speaking, he took his hand back and put it behind his head.

"Practice with me may be very difficult, so you have to be prepared. The most important thing is that I will only give you guidance, not supervise you. I will not tell you what to do in your ear like an old mother, so, What you can get from me depends on your own determination."

"I can do it." Bruce gritted his teeth, his blood flow began to slow down, and he felt a little empty, as if something was missing from him after the divine light disappeared.

"I mean, if I meet your requirements meticulously, then will I have the strength like you?" Bruce looked at Dante expectantly. As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a little sad for no reason. If he had been like Dante back then, With his skills, his parents will probably still be alive in the world.

"Haha" Dante laughed: "You actually want to have my current strength? Are you kidding me? I am so weak now that I even look down on myself. If you can really pull out my sword, you can have the power to become a legend." Potential, I will tell you about the division of power later."

Dante reached out and patted Bruce on the head, and he looked at the young man seriously.

"You just need to know that you and I are currently at the most depressed stage in our lives. I have lost my past and strength, and you have lost your future and direction." Dante gently rubbed Bruce's head. This made Bruce a little depressed. He was not a child, he was twenty-eight, and he had been an adult for a long time. However, he asked himself, and he did not dislike this feeling.

"Destiny allowed me to discover you in that ice-covered prison. Your life and mine will be changed because of this. You will have the power you expected, and I, perhaps, will have another god in the future."

After Dante finished speaking, he took his hand off Bruce's head. Bruce's hair was extremely oily.

And Bruce suddenly wished that hand could be placed on his head again. After all, his father, who was omnipotent in his mind, also liked to rub his head in this way.

Bruce kept reminiscing in his mind. He remembered the first time he and Dante looked at each other. He remembered that Dante used his palms to block bullets for himself. He remembered that Dante covered himself with a windbreaker while he was only wearing a shirt. He remembered that Dante even faced Neither the avalanche nor the cliff gave up on themselves, thinking of Dante cutting his wrists and feeding him his blood.

Bruce tried hard to suppress the doubts in his mind. He didn't understand why Dante was so kind to him. He only knew that he met Dante when he had nothing, and Dante opened the door to a new world for him.

just like father

But why does Dante, who kills without blinking an eye, favor him so much? Bruce doesn't believe what God says. He only thinks that Dante is a mutant. As for Dante saying that he is not, drunk people will also not admit that they are drunk. Is not it

The enthusiasm in Bruce's eyes slowly faded, and he pondered silently, thinking about what he loved to pursue most.

Cause