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The Wayne manor was burnt down during the "Narrow Island War", which is an entire complex, so its reconstruction will last for a year or even longer. During this period, Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham, had to bring The old butler in his own center lives in a room in the Wayne building.

Frankly speaking, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, the Wayne building in the city center is really tall and gorgeous, but it is too noisy, and the people are not conducive to concealment. After several times, it was almost found whereabouts , Bruce Wayne finally made up his mind.

He reconstructed a Batcave in another hidden place, of course, just a substitute.

By midnight, the Batmobile with incognito mode turned silently on a remote street that was already unmanned, like a deeper shadow in the dark flowing through the air, it is difficult to imagine, this shape looks like The huge tires of the tank's armored car will be silent when they run across the ground.

In fact, it is not silent, the movement is similar to an ordinary car, but for its unique body shape, this is equivalent to the perfect stealth mode.

"Ka"

The outer shell of the vehicle slides out, revealing a complex interface full of buttons and displays. The Bruce Wayne wearing a bat suit jumped out of it. His body was a little staggered. When he jumped off the ground, He reached over and covered his ribs.

There is a **** wound, like being scratched by a sharp weapon. It is hard to imagine that he will be scratched even if he wears a second-generation bat suit with super-protective power. This point.

Alfred saw Bruce injured, hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand, walked over quickly, and supported the arm of Bruce,

"What's wrong with this?"

The old housekeeper asked in surprise, he carefully examined his wound, and whispered, "I do n’t think anyone in this city can hurt you like this, or say, do n’t rush into their encirclement ? "

"No, Alfred, no."

Bruce took off the bat jacket with difficulty, and the wounds under his ribs were even more fierce, while his back and chest were covered with various scars, just like the veterans of the Cold War era. , People look shocking.

The hero is not so good, especially in a city like Gotham, the villains will grind their teeth at the last moment and try to die with him by all means, and the end of the rule is that he often needs to suffer a lot Avoid injuries.

In less than two months, he was already covered with wounds.

"I have treated the wound, sew it for me, Alfred."

Bruce leaned naked on the chair and leaned tiredly on the chair. Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and turned on the light in the basement. Then he took the suture and started to sew the wound. In the process, Bruce's face was always a bit bad.

While his wound was being stitched, his thoughts were repeatedly thinking about another problem.

"Alfred, there are new enemies in this city ..."

He muttered to himself, "Mutant(s) is still a gang. When I hunted them down, I heard that they were using mobile phones to contact each other. This may be a new criminal organization."

"Uh ..."

The pain from under his ribs made him groan, and then he saw that Alfred with his glasses off was relieved,

"Master, you know, the last step of stitching is always painful, by the way, did you just say Mutant(s)?"

The old housekeeper sat back in his place and took a sip of hot coffee,

"No, Mutant(s) will not appear in Gotham, the base of the radical Mutant(s) is in the south, and the moderates are near New York. Gotham lacks the foundation for the formation of the Mutant(s) organization. The last mayor also launched a secret eviction operation. In short, This is probably the restricted area of ​​Mutant(s). "

"But I met, Alfred!"

Bruce touched the wound of as if cut by a sharp blade with his arm, and said with a grin, "In the dark, there is a guy who can turn his arms into weapons. He sneaks up close and his martial arts are bad, but The blade was caught off guard, and finally they ran away. "

He leaned his body on the chair and looked at the dimmed light above his head,

"This is really a failed hunt, but what I am most concerned about now is, what do these Mutant(s)s do with Gotham?"

Looking at him, Alfred is heartbroken and proud. The young master who once needed his protection is now an adult, and he is working on a cause that will make him great, but what hurts him is that if he If this continues, his physical function will be severely damaged by these minor injuries.

Alfred did n’t want to see the last blood of the Wayne family end up in pain, so he persuaded,

"Master, I am not preventing you from maintaining inner justice, but you are a mortal, you have limits, sometimes you need to stop and rest, and then go on the road again."

Bruce shook his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the black bat jacket hanging next to him, looking at the black helmet on the table.

"I have a limit ... I know, but he does not! He should not have a limit ... well, Alfred, I will rest, rest assured, this time it is not perfunctory ..."

"Didi Didi"

The sudden ringing sound interrupted the conversation between the two. Alfred got up and took out his mobile phone. Seeing that number, he could n’t help but looked up at Bruce, and then connected it to the outside. Amplified, and then placed on the table, he asked while drinking coffee,

"Ah, Mr. Cyber, how is your trip to New York going?"

"Fur ... Alfred, you haven't rested yet! Based on your age, you need a healthier schedule, oh, yes, is Bruce here?"

Cyber went straight to the topic, this made Alfred a little crying and laughing, Bruce coughed a little, and promised,

"I am here, Cyber, do you have anything?"

"You went out tonight to fight the heroes, did you encounter a few Mutant(s)s? Did you fight them, right?"

Bruce ’s expression immediately became subtle, he pondered for a moment,

"Well, yes, but I am curious, how do you know."

"It's very simple, their associates were killed by me, this bitch-breeding thing wants to attack me, I need you to help me, I just went to Batcave, but it seems to have been idle for a while So, where should I go to find you now? "

Bruce pursed his lips, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief,

"I'll go find you, right in your villa?"

"Okay! I'm waiting for you."

The call was interrupted. Bruce and Alfred glanced at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.

"So, the goal of these Mutant(s) is actually him?"

Bruce rubbed his chin, "It seems that I have to go tonight."

"Well, I also think you better go out."

Alfred reached out and took out a data storage card from the drawer and threw it to Bruce. "This was given to me by Lucius 2 hours ago. You are definitely interested."

The old housekeeper put down the cup in his hand and stretched out,

"Your children instigated a group of dockers from Narrow Island. Under the leadership of that Devil Gang, they rushed into the narrow island now occupied by two gangs. It took less than an hour and a half. , Use firepower advantage and quantity advantage to defeat the two gangsters. "

"They used some less" proper "weapons."

Alfred turned walked towards the gate, he waved his hand backwards,

"I think they actually did a good deed. Also, I think that Cyber is quite reasonable. Elderly people like me really need a healthier rest. My young master, bring your own keys, I am going to rest. "

On the other side, looking at the pictures of **** conflicts on the phone screen like the Middle East war, Bruce Wayne's face became quite ugly, especially when I saw Cyber destroying the building with a grenade launcher At the third floor, the flames flashing in his eyes almost jumped out.

A moment later, his silent bat suit on the ship jumped into the bat car and disappeared into the cloudy night of Gotham.

Cyber sits on the first floor of the villa. old man and Robin have taken a break. He still wears that black trench coat and sits like a sculpture in the living room where only one lamp is turned on.

Two black bone spurs were placed on the table in front of him. The body of the sneak attacker had been thrown into the sea. He reached for one of the bone spurs and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully. The darkness could not stop his eyes. Sabretooth's ability to devour gives him additional night vision ability.

In his eyes, every trace on the black bone spur was even clearly visible.

This thing has the function of paralysis. He felt it when he was hit just now. It should be a biological anesthetic, and this thing is very strong. It takes him a lot of energy to engrave it with a knife. There are traces, but the conical bone spurs are difficult to throw by ordinary methods.

That is to say, this stuff is probably made by the short Mutant(s) with his own abilities, and then shot out with his own abilities, and used for sneak attacks at close range, it is almost innocent.

"These Mutant(s) ... really have tricks."

Cyber snorted and threw the bone spur on the table. He closed his eyes, his left finger jumped gently on the scabbard placed on the table, his breathing became even, it seemed that he entered a kind of In a special state, after a while, he turned his head to look at the deliberately opened window.

"I knew that you would never learn to walk through the main entrance."

Beside the window, Batman in a black dress with a black cloak dancing in the wind has stood quietly. His armor has been obviously transformed, and it is thicker and stronger than before. Black bat with chest The emblem is more conspicuous, the connection between the helmet and the armor is seamless, and several hooks are added to the wide metal belt to fix the claw gun and other gadgets.

He stood there, with the night in the background, he looked at the Cyber in front of him and whispered,

"Why instigate those workers to go to dangerous places?"

Cyber made a headache posture. He took out a few sheets of paper from the sofa next to it, on which were scribbled strokes. He put the gadget on the table and motioned Batman to sit opposite him.

"This matter is over. I hope that the" good "relationship between us will not crack because of this matter."

Cyber pursed his lips and looked at the serious eyes of Batman sitting opposite. He sighed and made a surrender. "Well, I did n’t inform you in advance. It ’s my fault, but this I talked to Director Gordon about something, and he agreed, otherwise why didn't there even be a patrolling policeman around Narrow Island tonight? "

"Gordon is a good person, you and I know that he is now scorching his head, and the people do not trust him. He needs to make some achievements to prove his ability, and I am also to those **** who occupy the narrow island. Very uncomfortable, even if you say, I think you will "punish" them in your own way. "

Cyber spread his hands on the sofa, he placed his finger on his forehead and tapped it lightly,

"I just helped you do what you want ... so do n’t be thankful!"

"If I have to say that I have done something wrong, it is probably to put the innocent in danger, but think about it carefully, when in danger, we cannot always wait for a hero to save us, So after all, we have to learn to save ourselves, do n’t we? "

"You, Batman, can you save everyone?"

"Wow"

His collar was suddenly grabbed at this moment, his body was lifted upwards, and the eyes of Batman stared at him,

"I will punish them, yes, but I will not use other people's lives as a bet, and you, you never value life, and you always have the wrong reason! You bastard!"

Cyber's's eyes were calm.