A native of the United States

Chapter 121 Attack of the Owl Claw
"impossible.

I don't quite believe that the richest man in Gotham, who is worth billions, would risk his life every day to fight crime. "

"Maybe he finds it exciting, treats Gotham as a playground, and treats this kind of thing as a game?

I heard that the battle suit he wears can't be pierced by a sniper rifle, and the Batmobile he drives can shoot missiles, so what can happen. "

"Rich and young, butt and chin, and can get military equipment beyond the military, who else in Gotham fits these characteristics besides Bruce Wayne?"

The Internet has been paying close attention to Batman's identity, and there are various speculations.

Although there is not a shred of evidence, it seems that Bruce Wayne is Gotham's Dark Knight Batman from a speculative point of view.

Regarding this speculation, the Internet directly exploded, and the Gotham media was like a school of sharks smelling blood.

The son of Wayne, the richest man in Gotham and the son of Wayne who has attracted much attention after publishing the plan to rebuild Gotham, if this news can be confirmed, it will be big news.

Even if you don't get affirmation, it would be great if you can use this to interview the richest man in Gotham.

Wayne Group, in front of the door.

"Mr. Wayne, people on the Internet are now analyzing you as Batman. Do you have anything to say about this matter?"

"As a billionaire, what drives you to take risks to fight crime, President Bruce?"

"Can you express your opinion on Batman, Mr. Wayne."

The reporters swarmed up, holding their microphones high, scrambling to ask questions.

"Batman? Who's that?

A vigilante who likes to hang out at night in a wacky bat suit?
It sounds boring. "

Facing these questions, Bruce Wayne spoke as if he was a business prodigal who only liked sensuality, showing no interest at all.

"I prefer to spend a wonderful evening with the National Ballet and enjoy their soft whispers than a night of fighting with thugs and fists and clubs."

After finishing speaking, he turned around with his pockets in disdain and got on the elevator.

Dutiful no-nonsense security guards stopped journalists who wanted to do more interviews.

Entering the elevator, Bruce Wayne's face quickly became gloomy.

His identity was about to be revealed, although he hadn't yet, but he knew it would be soon, this was just the beginning.

"Something must be done..."

It has not been a short time since I returned to Gotham to appear as Batman. No one paid attention to this before, but now it is still discovered and suspected.

Bruce Wayne felt a urgency in his heart.

His identity must not be revealed.

Bats, as gloomy nocturnal animals, are used to hiding in the dark, hanging upside down and looking at everyone, as if they will pounce at any time. They are ruthless blood-sucking killers and his childhood nightmare.

He chose to turn himself into a bat because he wanted to create an abstract mystical symbol, making himself the nightmare of all the villains in Gotham.

"When I was Bruce Wayne, I was just a human being, and people could see my tiredness and my pain.

But when I become Batman, I become a mysterious existence, looking down on Gotham, powerful and elusive, hiding all fragility under the suit, never being able to be defeated, making people fearful. "

Bruce Wayne reflects on his crime-fighting thoughts as Batman.

Moreover, as a social animal, people often cannot be unscrupulous because of the existence of family members and families.

Although his parents have passed away, he still has a relative - Alfred, the housekeeper who took care of him and raised him since he was a child.

He doesn't care about the loss of his property due to retaliation, but he is afraid that if his identity is exposed, his old housekeeper will be hurt. Those gangsters will attack people around him frantically after they know who he is.

"Try to make the public distinguish me from Batman."

If he and Batman appear at the same time, others should no longer doubt this matter, Bruce Wayne is thinking, this matter is so operated.

Ding.

The elevator opened and went straight to the observation tower at the top of the Wayne Building.

Some partners and employees of the cooperative company were waiting, and when they saw him appear, they hurriedly greeted him enthusiastically.

"President Wayne, it's finally here.

We have been waiting for you for a long time. "

"Everyone..."

Bruce Wayne put on a confident smile and went straight to the point, telling and discussing the details of Gotham's reconstruction plan. He started with the history of Gotham Building.

One of the strongest fighters on the planet, he's as good a speaker as he is a businessman.

"For my friends who have come from afar, please let me introduce the building under our feet."

"The Wayne Building was built in 1888 under the supervision of my great-great-grandfather, Alan Wayne, who built the building that is now a Gotham landmark."

"But in fact, the Wayne Building you have seen has been rebuilt more than a dozen times before it has the height and style that fit the times."

Gotham, like the Wayne Building, needs to be constantly remodeled and rebuilt to keep up with the new century and become better.

"Let's look into the distance through these tempered glass, and imagine the slightly backward urban area..."

He was just about to take his partners and people from the company to look into the future and tell the grandeur and necessity of Gotham's reconstruction plan.

call out!
At the corner of the corridor behind the crowd, a dart suddenly shot towards him.

puff!
With strong power and tricky angles, blood flashed.

Bruce Wayne clutched his injured shoulder, was hit by a sneak attack, grunted in pain, and looked sharply around the corner.

"who is it?!"

"Ah... murdered."

"There is a killer!"

Seeing the attack, the people around fled quickly in a panic, and instinctively hid aside.

Shhhhhh.

A few figures stepped out of the shadows.

Wearing a black tights and an owl hood, the killer exuded a cold and murderous aura, like an emotionless killing weapon. Without saying a word, several people shot darts at him, as if they would not stop until they killed him.

"Bruce Wayne, your time of death has come!"

The deep and cold voice echoed in the observation tower, like the sound of a death knell.

Bruce Wayne dodges darts and steps forward to fight the owl-hooded killers.

"Watch out for the court of owls, watch your travels at all times. Spy on Gotham City from the shadows, hide in the attic with low walls.

He is present at home, and He is also present in the bed and in the bed.Don't mention his name, the sharp claws will come to find you."

He had heard all kinds of legends about the court of owls since he was a child. They meet in the dark, owls are their name cards, their nests are everywhere, and they control the dark city.

In this city, anyone who defies their will will be wiped out by the owl's 'talons'.

"You are the claws of the court of owls?"

Even though he was injured, Bruce Wayne still had the upper hand with punches and kicks.

Powerful, calm and efficient, these killers are the best killing weapons, but not enough for one of the most powerful fighters in the world.

Every blow he hits directly at the vital points and flaws, and the strength is enough to break people's bones and maim people.

But after a dozen moves, Bruce Wayne found something was wrong.

"Why can't these people be defeated no matter how hard they fight!"

(End of this chapter)