A native of the United States

Chapter 115 The Uninvited Thieving Cat

"for example?"

The bunker door opened, and Bruce Wayne patted the dirt on his body and went deep, talking to the old butler Alfred.

"For example, I didn't consider that among the group of masked gangsters who robbed the Gotham National Bank today, Number Five was actually left-handed and loved to kill.

I wanted to mix in with them and failed to investigate the activities of the gang behind them. "

In fact, the danger was far more than that. He was suspected of shooting hesitantly, and the bandit leader held his head with a cold pistol.

He was almost sieved by the guns of the gang of gangsters and the unidentified policemen who arrived, and he got into the sewer of the street in embarrassment before escaping.

The terrifying Batman in the night almost fell during a robbery during the day.

Too stupid, Bruce, walked into the corridor of the bunker, listening to his dull footsteps, he murmured in his heart.

This is a lesson that must be remembered.

No matter what he does in the future, he should do more preparation and research.

The current Bruce Wayne, who has just returned to Gotham to fight crime not long ago, is not the Batman behind him who is impeccable, likes to take one step at a time and counts three steps, and always keeps his back.

But he's learning and familiarizing himself at a rapid pace, evolving in that direction.

"Tomorrow and accident never know which will come first."

The door opened, and I saw the embarrassed young master, the old butler Alfred in a butler uniform, with a kind look on his face, he moved forward to offer a hot towel and persuaded him.

"Master, maybe you should take a break and give yourself a vacation."

Desperate day by day, maybe someday an irreparable accident will really happen.

"Have a holiday?
The street forty feet from the bunker door is where my parents died. "

There was a pause in the movement of wiping his face, and when he thought of the pain and nightmare of his childhood, Bruce Wayne felt a trace of urgency in his heart.

"Alfred, I'm working here, I only feel urgent, and I don't have the slightest idea of ​​rest."

He has the most advanced weapons, the most exquisite equipment, and the most advanced human fighting skills, but he is not strong enough, not experienced enough, far from being able to handle any cunning and vicious gangsters with ease.

When will he be able to change this city full of darkness and violence with such a man!

"I have to remind you, sir.

Bruce Wayne hasn't been around for a long time. "

Alfred looked at the young master who had been frantically engaged in fighting crime day and night since he came back, and said.

"To be precise, since you returned to Gotham, you haven't appeared in front of the public as Bruce Wayne."

His young master always wears Batman's clothes, and travels around the city day and night to fight crimes. Recently, he doesn't even let go of the daytime, as if he is possessed.

"Bruce Wayne doesn't matter anymore, Alfred.

He is just a mask. "

Bruce Wayne said in a deep voice with a slightly gloomy expression.

"I'm who I want to be right now!"

Mysteriously powerful and feared by all, clean up the evils of this terrible city.

Speaking of which, the darkness in this city seems to be forever irreversible. He once thought that Gotham would be better if the vulture Johnson, the king of Gotham's underground, was solved.

But after Johnson was trapped by him and disappeared inexplicably, Falcone, the former veteran underground boss, made a comeback.

After a tough fight, Falcone was sent to prison by him. A man wearing a top hat, tuxedo, and 80-eyed gentleman glasses from the [-]s pretended to be high-class but he was a villain. Tan underground this stage.

One by one.

"Not to mention those big and small gangs, like the moss that grows out of the streets and alleys of Gotham after the rain, one crop after another."

Bruce Wayne gritted his teeth, with a cold look in his eyes.

Sometimes I thought about doing something desperate, killing one or two guys, making those scum more afraid of him, and thinking about the consequences before committing to a criminal cause.

But he can't do that, as long as everything happens once, it will be easier the second time.

He knows how terrible the darkness and coldness in his heart are, no less than any ruthless, cruel and unscrupulous underground king.

It is easy to release the evil beast in my heart, but it is not so simple to shut it back.

"Master, with all due respect..."

Looking at his young master who was about to lose his temper, Alfred was stunned for a long time without speaking, and finally sighed.

"You're just venting impulsively.

Your parents are smarter than you are at making this city a better place.

They used the huge influence of the Wayne family to change the city. "

"I want to sleep, Alfred."

Speaking of the parents who were shot to make Gotham better, Bruce Wayne frowned and wanted to send the old butler away.

"Before you take a pitiful break, there is one thing I must tell you." The old butler remembered something with an uneasy expression on his face.

"Since you came back, you have never asked about Wayne Enterprises.

Do you know who is in charge of Wayne Enterprises now? "

"My uncle, and one of my few remaining relatives, Philip Kane."

"Yes."

Alfred nodded and hesitated.

"But the business your parents bequeathed you, under the control of your uncle, may be moving outside the laws and regulations."

"What do you mean?"

Bruce Wayne turned his head suddenly, his eyes sharp like a night owl in the dark night.

If someone said that his few remaining relatives were doing bad things, using Wayne Enterprises to participate in the crimes of Gotham, he would not believe it.

But it would be a different matter if it was Alfred, the old butler who had served their family for decades and raised him alone after his parents died.

"The Wayne Group has a lot of contacts with the military. Every year, the military orders a large number of orders from the Wayne Group. The number of munitions produced does not match the number in the warehouse."

One of the main businesses of the Wayne Group is military defense, and Batman's sophisticated equipment actually comes from the Wayne Group.

"Alfred, you... you mean my uncle is using the Wayne Group to smuggle arms?"

He has been obsessed with fighting crime to the point of madness, his face is ugly, and he has an inexplicable anger of being betrayed.

"I don't know, maybe you need to investigate, young master."

Alfred shook his head slightly.

"You're right, Alfred.

I think it's time for me to appear as Bruce Wayne. "

Bruce Wayne was silent for a few seconds, with a cold look in his eyes.

……

Gotham.

At night, it is time for criminals to revel, and various crimes of murder and robbery are staged in the city.

However, some people are not so bad, at most they just want to steal something they like.

In the middle of the night, a richly decorated private manor welcomed the second uninvited guest that day.

The figure of a woman who was agile like an elegant black cat quietly crossed the garden to the bottom of the building and launched a rope hook to the third floor.

"As a woman, isn't it reasonable to want some beautiful jewelry to adorn your beauty?"

Opening the window, the beautiful thief wearing a black blindfold mask and painted red lips murmured and quietly came to the study of the owner of the manor on the third floor, easily found the hidden safe under the picture frame, put his ear on it, and started crack.

In the silence of the night, the whole operation was swift and silent.

But unfortunately it still shocked people.

In the dim room on the second floor, in front of the fireplace with a bonfire, a figure in pajamas was flipping through newspapers and news.

He slowly looked up to the third floor.

"It seems that this manor has welcomed another guest."

An uninvited thief cat...

(End of this chapter)