American comic world demon hunter

In the Batcave, Bruce took off his armor, put on formal clothes, and came to Wayne Group with Lucius. He was going to complete further tests on his body here. Bruce only hoped that his test results were normal.

But while in the lobby, Bruce and Lucius ran into trouble.

"Master Wayne," the security director happened to be patrolling in the hall. He saw Wayne coming in at a glance, so he greeted him, and then he stopped Lucius: "Lucius beside you is already here. President Earl announced his dismissal from his post last night. Can I ask the reason why he came here?"

Bruce was obviously stunned when he heard the words of the security minister. He looked at Lucius, and Lucius rolled his eyes innocently at him.

"This is my friend. Don't I have the right to bring friends to visit my department?"

Bruce said unhappily. In his impression, Lucius was a good old man who had nothing to do with the world, but Bruce would not completely believe Lucius just because of an impression. However, even if Bruce did not believe him, then It couldn't change the fact that Bruce needed him for the time being. In his own company, in his own group, the people around him were actually stopped and questioned by his security minister.

Wayne Group is about to become Earl Group

Bruce ignored the troubled expression of the security minister and took Lucius directly to the elevator and to the Applied Science Department on the seventh underground floor.

"Where is the cloth you mentioned that can help me land from high places? Also, I need a respirator that can be installed on my new helmet. I don't want to be fooled by such simple and brainless people again. "Knocked down by poison gas"

Every time Bruce sees the dazzling array of equipment in the Applied Science Department, he will unconsciously fall into excitement. In his eyes, most of the things here can help him after modification.

After Lucius listened to Bruce's words, he could hear Bruce's eager attitude, so he quickly walked to the corner and moved out a large box, and took out some black cloth from the box.

"These look like ordinary fabrics, but when they are electrified, they will return to the shape designed for them when they were produced. Moreover, their toughness is far superior to similar fabrics."

Bruce listened to Lucius's introduction and stroked the fabrics with his hands, and a simple idea came to his mind.

"Can you make them look like hang gliders?" Bruce looked at Lucius.

Lucius nodded slightly: "It's extremely simple."

"Okay, I need you to start taking action now and help me design this fabric to look like what I want." Bruce said as he drew a simple drawing of a cloak before and after the electricity was turned on. What it looks like in two different states

Lucius looked at the simple drawing and said twice: "Your painting skills are surprisingly good."

"I know more things than you think." Bruce put down the cloth and muttered softly: "I can speak Spanish, French, Latin, German, Japanese, English, Russian, Cantonese, Chinese, Greek, Portuguese, Sanskrit, Arabic and Indian. Also I have criminology, forensic science, computer science, chemistry, engineering, biology, physics, advanced chemistry, process technology, materials science, micromechanics, data degree in science and new forensic science”

After speaking, Bruce took a long breath, walked to Lucius, patted Lucius's arm, and said: "I know a lot of things, but they are not what Gotham needs most now. , the most precious subject I have learned has not yet been awarded a degree. If I had received approval from my teacher in this subject, maybe I wouldn’t have been so embarrassed last night.”

After Bruce finished speaking, he picked up the test tube from the experimental table and used a simple medical technique to draw a tube of his own blood. Then, he picked up the heart rate tester and put it on his wrist, then put his mouth to the breath detector and blew two tone.

"Okay, the toxicity test related to my body is done here. You can see the results yourself, and then help me make my cloak. I want to modify my armor here. You have a lot of spare ones here, don't you? I think I can dilute the drugs Klein used on me last night and use them as one of my weapons. This thing can help me get the information I want faster, right?"

Lucius nodded aside and said slowly: "Actually, what I want to say is that I have all the degrees you have, and I have more economics and pharmacology than you."

"Hahaha" Bruce laughed heartily. Lucius's cold humor is really cold.

The two of them each had their own goals, and soon began to get busy. Bruce first painted other armors stored in the Applied Science Department, and then installed gas injectors and corresponding storage devices on the armored gauntlets, while Lucius Busy making cloaks and respirators, when two talented enough people meet, the energy that bursts out may be far beyond your imagination.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

This is the night before Bruce wakes up. As an excellent prosecutor and Rachel's ex-boyfriend, Carl Finch also has quite a lot of responsibilities in the Gotham Prosecutor's Office. Among these responsibilities, there is a very... The most important thing is the inspection of imported goods in the Gotham dock area. During tonight's inspection, Finch discovered some abnormalities.

The abnormality is a batch of Falconi's cargo. It was originally supposed to be a full fifty containers, but now, there is one more container on the dock, and it is now fifty-one.

If this was a day ago,

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Finch would even turn a blind eye. After all, Falconi's power is getting stronger day by day. If he cannot catch the exact evidence of his crime, then rashly checking his goods will only get Finch into trouble. .

But today is different

Finch had received news of Falconi's arrest before setting off, and Finch also learned from Rachel that she already had definite evidence of Falconi's crime.

Rachel has always been at odds with Falconi. Of course Finch knows that catching Falconi is Rachel's obsession. If he can find some illegal things from this extra container, will he do anything for it? Falconi's imprisonment is an important one

Finch secretly made up his mind. He decided to check Falconi's goods. He wanted to do something to prove that he was supporting Rachel. He wanted to restore Rachel's love.

"Open this container. It's the extra one. I have to check it."

Finch ordered the policeman beside him. After hearing his words, the policeman showed an embarrassed look on his face.

"Hey," said a man with an Asian face among the police, "no one wants to check Falconi's stuff."

“It’s different now”

Finch said harshly. He knew that the two policemen had probably been bribed by Falconi, so Finch simply opened the container himself and shined a flashlight on the goods inside.

"A box." Finch muttered and took a closer look. He saw familiar words: "Wayne Group, it doesn't make sense why there are things from Wayne Group in Falconi's goods."

As Finch spoke, he carefully observed the box in front of him that looked very high-tech. Just when he was about to take a photo, he suddenly felt a heat in his heart.

"Well"

Finch stared at the tip of the knife protruding from his chest with wide eyes. One second before, he had not thought that this was his burial place, but the next second he had lost his breath.

The policeman pulled out the samurai sword from Finch's chest, wiped the blade with his sleeve, and then put the knife back into the scabbard. He couldn't see what movement he made, and the samurai sword disappeared in a strange way. In his hands.

"Get rid of the body and don't cause trouble for yourself the day before the plan starts."

A handsome and charming middle-aged man suddenly walked out of the shadows. His face was as regular as a knife and an axe, and his eyes were as clear as pool water. Even though Finch had just died in front of him, he was not moved at all, just He calmly ordered his men.

Dozens of people dressed as ninjas suddenly appeared behind him. They bowed their hands to the middle-aged man and disappeared with Finch's body in an instant.

The middle-aged man put his hands behind his back and looked at the moon above his head expressionlessly. In his eyes, the moon after the destruction of Gotham will definitely be more beautiful than it is now.

Time passed like water, silently, and at noon the next day, in the Arkham Asylum in Gotham City, Rachel was looking at the elegant Klein with an angry face.

"Thankfully I trusted you, you really let me down."

Rachel looked at Klein with an angry look on her face. When she got Falconi's criminal evidence from Dante last night, she prosecuted Falconi overnight. The process went smoothly. Because Falconi didn't wake up from his coma until about eight o'clock this morning.

However, within just twenty minutes after Falconi woke up, Klein actually convinced the police chief to transfer Falconi to Arkham Asylum.

This fact almost made Rachel collapse. Damn it, it was clear that as long as it was delayed until ten o'clock, the trial against Falconi would be held. With definite evidence, Rachel was confident that she had more than 80% chance of winning, but now Rachel Autumn only has a winning percentage, but loses Falconi

Faced with Rachel's doubts, Klein gently pushed up his glasses, and then pointed at his brain with the finger that pushed up his glasses.

"Falconi is indeed guilty. I guarantee with my personality that he has mental problems. However, because he is in a high position, this problem did not show up immediately." Clay smiled and explained very sincerely. : "But it's different now. He has lost his status. He and his men have become the laughing stock of Gotham's night. He has also stumbled into jail because of it. He has lost his status. The experience of this drastic change will make His psychological problems quickly amplified to a point that he couldn't bear, and believe me, he will crush himself."

"I have to be a fool to believe your nonsense, Klein." Rachel yelled angrily. She was extremely depressed now. Falconi, who was clearly able to convict, was fished out, and her partner Carl Finch lost his life again. Contacted

Carl is always like this. He always doesn't know what he's doing when I need him.

Despite Rachel's depressed thoughts, Klein smiled as always.

"Falconi's psychological problem is really big. If you don't believe it, I can confirm this to you. I can let you interview the current Falconi. However, I hope you are prepared in advance. The Falconi you saw Kony may not be the same as he usually is."

After Klein finished speaking, he pointed to the table and stool not far away: "Perhaps you can wait here for a while while I bring Falconi over."

Rachel sat in her seat as instructed. She wanted to see what kind of drama Klein and Falconi were going to play.