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Dante stood helplessly on the street corner. Not long ago, Dante planned to cross the bridge to the narrow island with Bruce. However, half an hour had just passed and he still failed to reach the narrow island.

Dante slowly took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, lit it but did not smoke, but just watched the smoke burn slowly.

Dante had heard that there were many gangs raging in the United States, but he never expected that the gangs in Gotham City had become so rampant. In just half an hour, Dante and Bruce encountered more than six robberies. Fights and even murders

It started from two homeless people fighting each other for an old wallet, to a group of gangsters smashing up a cake shop, to a robbery gang driving to stop three moving cars and carrying out the robbery at gunpoint. In just half an hour, just three people... blocks, Dante has seen Gotham's night

Dante watched the cigarette in his hand gradually burn, listened to the gunshots and fighting sounds from the distance, and watched Bruce come back covered in blood.

"I still lack a lot of things. They are no match for me in combat, but they are always outnumbered. I need superb stealth skills to defeat them all."

Bruce shows Dante his wounds.

"Furthermore, even with my current body, I still can't avoid all bullets. I also need clothing or even armor that can withstand bullets without affecting my movement."

After Bruce finished speaking, he lifted the hood over his head.

"I also need a helmet that can't affect my vision, protect my head, and at the same time conceal my identity. Moreover, I also need a voice changer, preferably one that can render my voice as vicious as possible. Some"

Bruce gently recounted the experience he had summed up, and Dante nodded and said: "The only thing I can teach you is the ability to fight. Of course, I can also teach you the stealth and hiding methods you want, but you really Only you can know what you need."

Dante threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can far away, then stretched out his finger and tapped Bruce's forehead.

"You see, just like now, practice is a good way to sum up experience."

After Dante finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the direction he came from. That was the way back to Wayne's old house.

"Why, aren't you going to Narrow Island? There are so many evils happening in Gotham now. I can't just leave like this."

Bruce asked, handing the long knife to Dante.

"By the way, teacher, I am not suitable for using this kind of long knife. Its lethality is too great. If I want to become a symbol of Gotham, I must be accepted by countless ordinary citizens of Gotham. They will never accept a A murderer’s.”

"It's up to you." Dante explained without looking back: "I don't care about your behavior. You are an adult. Although you call me teacher, I have not recognized you as my disciple. What's more, defeat Those sinners are yours, they are your spoils, and you have the right to decide what to do with them.”

Dante said as he started to jog.

"It's just that there is no need to go to Narrow Island tonight. The reason why I want to go to Narrow Island is because I heard that the security there is relatively poor, so I plan to let you find your shortcomings and deficiencies in the process of fighting crime. But Look, haven’t you found it now?”

After Dante finished speaking, he refused to speak anymore. Bruce started running after Dante. After running a few steps, Bruce heard the sound of police sirens in the distance.

Detective Gordon is really worried today, or in other words, he has been worried in recent weeks. The public security in Gotham, which was originally improving, has begun to deteriorate again in recent weeks. This makes Gordon, who has just repaired himself, very worried. exhausted

However, fortunately, those guys who caused him a lot of trouble have been imprisoned in Arkham Asylum. Moreover, the new director and attending doctor of the Asylum half a year ago, the guy named Klein, is very capable. The administration was in good order, and no sick or evil person had escaped since his arrival.

Gordon thought about the criminals who caused him trouble. Once they got the chance to escape from Arkham Asylum, he might not be their opponent now.

Gordon looked at his hands in frustration. Twenty-one years have passed. Twenty-one years have passed. He is old. Although he is still full of energy, it cannot change the fact that he is old. His physical strength It is not as good as before, and the Gotham Police Department is getting darker and darker. It has less and less power at its disposal, but the invisible power of those criminals is getting stronger and stronger.

Gordon shook his head slightly. He only hoped that Dr. Klein could take good care of the criminals who were transferred to the lunatic asylum, and that those criminals would really be washed away by the prison. Alas, Gotham, if Wayne Still here, why did Gotham become like this?

Whenever he falls into confusion, he can't help but think back to the scene twenty-one years ago. The Wayne family, the most powerful, richest, and most influential family in Gotham, died at the back door of the theater. He thinks of the man standing there. A helpless child next to a pool of blood.

"If you are still alive, you should be able to shoulder the responsibility of the Wayne family and bring hope to the entire Gotham City. The Wayne Group can really only be called the Wayne Group if it is in the hands of the Wayne family."

Gordon remembered his meeting with the head of Wayne Group the day before yesterday, hoping that Wayne Group could sponsor a small amount of money for the Gotham Police Department to update the equipment of the police station. Obviously, he failed.

Wayne Group is no longer the symbol of Gotham it once was. For twenty years, Wayne Group has been wearing down the patience of all the good people in Gotham. Until now, Gotham needs a new hope, one that people can believe in. , a hope worthy of people’s belief

Gordon covered his head with his hands, they asked themselves, even he was far from able to do this

At this moment, underground in the Wayne family's old house, Bruce was saying similar words.

"Teacher, Alfred, in less than half an hour, I have already encountered six crimes. Gotham doesn't look like a city at all. It's just a battlefield. Damn it, Gotham has no hope now. I This must be changed, as soon as possible, as fast as possible."

Bruce slapped the table so hard that the half-healed wound on his waist burst open, but he didn't notice it at all.

Dante stretched out his hand to calm him down

"Bruce, not having hope is not unfortunate, needing hope is" but

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Ding knocked on the map on the table and continued: "Although Gotham is like a pile of mud now, fortunately, it has not encountered the crisis of destruction yet. You have to think carefully. If you are discovered by Lei Xiaogu during your aggressive actions, maybe Their plans will be advanced accordingly, are you sure you are ready?"

"I prefer to act first and then talk later." Bruce nodded firmly: "I can't sit back and watch countless Gotham citizens being bullied by criminals and gangs just because I'm waiting for the implementation of an unknown plan. Teacher, you are the main force in dealing with Lei Xiaogu. Maybe I can act as a vanguard to completely draw out Lei Xiaogu's forces. All their plans are nothing more than to destroy Gotham, but if I don't stand up, I'm really worried that Gotham will be destroyed before they come. , What's more, if the teacher's appearance can really scare Lei Xiaogu back to the cold Himalayas, the citizens of Gotham will no longer have to bear a huge crisis. By then, I am willing to accompany the teacher to completely eliminate the Shadow Warriors Alliance."

Just after Bruce finished speaking, the white-haired Alfred said: "Bruce, I understand your feelings, but have you thought about what you should do?"

"I was thinking" Bruce growled depressedly. Hearing his words, Dante and Alfred looked at each other depressedly.

However, it only took a moment for Bruce to raise his head, with confidence regained in his eyes, and he said seriously.

"I cannot fight alone. I must make all Gotham citizens realize that this city does not belong to corruption and crime. People need a dramatic example to get out of apathy. This example must be extremely powerful and legendary."

As Bruce spoke, he picked up a pen and paper, mumbling something in his mouth, and recording something in his hand.

"This example cannot be just a mortal, fighting evil with a mortal body. People will inevitably think that I will be defeated and ignored by everyone. Therefore, I must become a symbol, the protagonist of a story, or even simply a paragraph. Stories that inspire others”

Bruce recorded excitedly, and writing gradually appeared on the piece of paper. He was still talking about the future he firmly believed in.

"I'm going to be something that's universal yet feared, and I'm going to make others believe that symbol is not flesh and blood. I'm going to end criminals, I'm going to crush them, I'm going to punish them hard. Let them spread the fear I brought to them. I may not be able to make bad people do good, but I can at least make bad people afraid to do evil."

Having said this, Bruce quickly looked at Dante.

"Teacher, I need superb stealth skills, which will make me appear more mysterious. I will not reveal my entire image in front of others. I will always use a devil-like voice to talk to others. I cannot use the identity of Bruce Wayne. To do all this, and moreover, I have to create an event in which Bruce Wayne and my symbol appear at the same time in order to completely clear my suspicion."

"You are thinking too far, Bruce." Dante helplessly raised his forehead and said slowly: "First of all, power is the basis of everything. You must have the power to defeat all criminals. That is what truly makes them afraid. s method"

Speaking of this, Dante pointed to Bruce's heart.

"What's more, not everyone will be afraid of you. Even if you defeat them all, you may not be able to make them afraid." Dante smiled, thinking of the Kagemusha Alliance: "Remember those ninjas? I killed them , but I don’t think they are afraid of me, they feel they deserved their death.”

"So, I will not kill them simply like you, I will not deprive them of their lives, I will let them live, let them feel more fear from me, I will send them to prison, put them Send their accomplices to prison, and send all their leaders and subordinates to prison." Bruce said excitedly. He felt as if he had a direction again. Even he himself didn't understand why he came out of confusion so quickly.

Why? Just because he is Bruce Wayne, the Bruce Wayne of Gotham. He has tried to fight crime and understand crime in his own way for seven consecutive years, but he has never tried to understand Gotham, just like he has not thought about Gotham. There are so many crimes at night

Only the Wayne who lives in Gotham is the real Wayne

Dante clapped his hands and said softly: "You have a good idea, send all of them to prison, right? But, won't they escape? Don't you think that you will make them scared as soon as you take action?"

"That's why I want to turn my dark identity into a legend. They may not be afraid of me, but the memories of their constant defeats by me will haunt them. They may be in vain to care about these memories, but they still carry the burden of me to bring them Even if all this pressure can't defeat them, I still have the last weapon. The most frightening thing is the unknown." Bruce looked very confident. He talked eloquently: "My second identity will bring them exactly the same effect. Coming to the unknown, they will not know by whom they were defeated, never.”

"So the problem is back to the beginning. You still need strength, and you don't have enough means to defeat everything." Dante nodded. He just pointed out Bruce's flaws, but he agreed with Bruce's idea. This disciple has a great mind and willpower. , even comparable to his last disciple

Previous disciple

Dante was stunned. Did I have a disciple before? Why don't I remember? I always feel that I have recovered, but he still can't remember. What was the name of the last disciple? White Hair, Nero

Bruce obviously couldn't hear Dante's chaotic thoughts. He only heard Dante's questions, so he looked at Dante seriously.

"I know what I am missing, so I have to make plans for the future." Bruce replied confidently: "Preparation and planning should always come before action. Only when you are prepared can you be safe. I believe I can complete every task you ask, teacher." Test, I believe that my strength will continue to grow, just like I believe that you can defeat Mephisto, so the sooner I make a plan, the faster I can invest in my plan."

Bruce said as he handed another piece of paper in his hand to Alfred.

"Afu, I need everything on the paper. In your capacity, can you help me get it all?"

Ah Fu looked at the content written on the paper, including armor, vehicles, helmets, equipment, and many, many ideas. Looking at these, Ah Fu nodded lightly.

"Master, our group should have developed these things before. Even if there are no physical objects, there will be similar products. Let me think about it, what department is it? By the way, the Applied Science Department, there are many in the Applied Science Department No mass-produced guinea pigs, what’s there is sure to meet your needs.”