What bad thoughts can Batman have?

Chapter 186 Mother Box News
"you……"

Everyone was dumbfounded by the changes in front of them.

First, Mr. Blair violently wanted to beat a middle school kid, and then Mr. Bruce Wayne, who went back and forth, was even more violent and directly twisted the arm of Mr. Blair, the richest businessman in Philadelphia.

"Cool!" Billy became the first person to react after a short period of sluggishness: "This is really dazzling."

He was so carried away that he pulled his stinky feet out of the shoes he hadn't fully put on, and then tried to step on Blair who was lying on the ground. Vasquez picked it up from behind.

"Hey, let me go!"

Billy opened his hands and flailed wildly, but he couldn't change himself from being pulled back forcefully by the middle-aged man wearing glasses.

"This is crazy!"

"It's not fun at all." But then he heard the voice of his adoptive father, Victor Vasquez.

After pulling Billy to the back, he and Principal Peach stepped forward to help Blair who was lying on the ground.

"This is intentional injury." The middle-aged man wearing glasses said very seriously.

He looked fearlessly at the burly Bruce Wayne.Only when they stood close enough did Billy realize belatedly that his adoptive father was half a head shorter than Mr. Wayne.

Only then did Billy realize that the atmosphere was a little stagnant.

"Get out of the way." He heard Mr. Wayne say to his adoptive father, "Don't get in my way... sir."

Billy almost felt his heart skip a beat.Mr. Wayne is so scary when he squints, like a giant bat spreading its wings.

"Sorry, can't do it."

But his adoptive father answered burly millionaire.

He articulated clearly, argued hard, and didn't back down:

"You can't attack Mr Blair anymore. He does deserve to be punished, or pay the price, but not in this way, not in front of the children."

Billy was starting to worry that his adoptive father was going to get beat up—damn, why should I worry about that?But another host family...

"Oh my gosh, my arm is broken..."

Billy looked down and saw Mr. Blair moaning in pain.

His arms were twisted so abnormally that it hurt to look at them.His high-spirited face just now turned pale due to the severe pain, and bowed to the ground like a prawn.

Billy sighed.

Well, he knows it's cowardly, right?Obviously the man lying on the ground wanted to attack him just now, but now he wants to speak for this scum...

Billy shook his head.

He is a sensible child.Even though he acted as if he didn't understand anything, he still knew the boundaries of what to do in the bottom of his heart after having transferred dozens of host families over the years.

He can fight with Mr. Blair's son, and even scold him directly because of his young age.

But directly breaking the arm... This is obviously beyond the limit of ordinary conflicts.

Maybe Mr. Bruce Wayne attacked Mr. Blair out of righteous indignation, but would he stay in Philadelphia forever?No, but Mr Blair will.

He had to... he had to think about his adoptive father.

So he hesitated: "Mr. Wayne, you..."

"Mr. Blair, are you going to call the police?"

But Billy heard Mr. Wayne's voice the next moment: "Tell me directly, and this kid... Your name is Billy Batson, right?"

"Ah, yes. Yes, sir." Billy said with some stuttering.

He lowered his head, and from his angle, he could just see the expression on Mr. Blair's face.

The bitterness mixed with bitterness made Billy shudder.It was the first time he had seen someone else show such an expression.Although it was difficult for him to confirm what this expression meant due to his age, he still felt extremely uncomfortable.

But soon this expression melted away on Mr. Blair's face.

Billy saw that when he turned his head to face Mr. Wayne, it was a completely different face.

"No, I'm not going to call the police at all."

There was a flattering look on his face, and he swallowed a trace of pain into his stomach forcefully, like a pug: "Please don't worry."

"Huh?" said Billy, "but your arm's broken!"

"I broke it myself!" Mr. Blair actually showed a look of anxiety on his face: "It has nothing to do with Mr. Wayne!"

"Mr. Blair, if you want to call the police, I can..."

Principal Peach helped him up from the ground, and Blair, whose arms were completely broken before he could finish speaking, broke free from the support desperately.

Blair's decision is very decisive, since he is determined not to turn against Bruce Wayne, he will follow through to the end.

He managed to squeeze out a smile, pretending to be relaxed and laughed: "I did make a mistake this time, I admit it, hahahaha!"

Smiling and laughing, his face was a little distorted, he has always been pampered, and he has never suffered such a big crime.

"Hahahahahaha, I broke my arm myself. Mr. Wayne and I are friendly partners. Hahahaha, we have a great relationship!"

When talking nonsense with his eyes open to the last sentence, he tried his best not to show a look of gnashing his teeth.

Then he saw Bruce Wayne's mouth twitch back into a smile.

This relieved him.

This hurdle has been passed. As long as the cooperation relationship of the Wayne Group is not lost, the loss is not too serious.It's not in vain for him to abuse himself.

He is so stupid!Knowing that Mr. Bruce Wayne had just left not long ago, he actually acted violently in the principal's office. The prospect of becoming an even richer man by cooperating with the Wayne Group made him really excited and could not tolerate any disobedience.

In the end, when Mr. Wayne saw it, he was almost self-defeating. Such behavior was too, too, too stupid.

But fortunately it can be remedied.

"I will never call the police." He repeatedly assured: "Absolutely not."

"Really? But I'm going to call the police."

"...?"

Click.

Mr. Blair's smile froze on his face.

Before he could react, he found that his broken arms were suddenly put on silver handcuffs by Mr. Bruce, and in the next second, several black suits filed in, followed by two policemen.

Blair watched dully as the leader in the black suit walked up to Bruce Wayne: "Mr. Wayne, thank you for helping us catch him."

"you……"

Mr. Blair had a faint guess in his heart, but he didn't want to believe it.

"Hey, Mr. Bruce, you love to joke, this is..."

Looking at Mr. Bruce Wayne, the other party still had a smile on his face. This smile made him think that he had passed the test a few seconds ago, but now it only brought him a bone-chilling chill.

Bruce Wayne didn't answer his question.

"Mr. Wayne? Mr. Wayne?"

When two policemen approached, he finally broke out, with fear in his voice:

"Why did you arrest me? Who are you?"

"What are you doing? Ouch!"

He let out a cry of pain, and two policemen who clamped him from left to right touched his severed arm.He didn't dare to move anymore, just looked at Bruce Wayne dully.

"Mr. Wayne, what's going on?"

Then in the next second, Blair saw the black suit next to Bruce Wayne take out his ID: "IRS."

"The Internal Revenue Service, the Internal Revenue Service,"

The other party deliberately explained in detail what he did, which was more like a mockery than an explanation: "It belongs to the US Treasury Department."

Then followed by the voice of Bruce Wayne:
"When I was negotiating business with you on behalf of the Wayne Group, Mr. Blair, I unfortunately discovered that your company has tax problems, and it is very large. It is enough to send you and your accountants to prison for more than ten years. kind."

Blair turned his head to look at Bruce Wayne.

"How can a big company like the Wayne Group cooperate with a company suspected of tax evasion? So I reported you backhandedly."

"Because of your ability and habit of holding a gun, in order to prevent you from resisting arrest, Mr. Bruce Wayne volunteered to use his identity to make you let your guard down, so that you can be arrested more easily—"

"In fact, such a thing is not compliant, but it is actually compliant." Blair heard Wayne interject: "I asked some friends to help, and then donated a hundred million points. They finally Loosen the mouth and let me experience the addiction of being arrested."

He continued to say, "It's very interesting!"

"How dare you, how dare you..."

Mr. Blair was too angry to speak: "You asked me for those documents in the name of cooperating with my company, but it was actually..."

"That's right, Mr. Bruce handed everything over to us. Otherwise, with your accounting ability, we haven't had the chance to catch you so easily."

What the black suit said made Blair want to vomit blood even more: "But you are so stupid to show your real accounts to Mr. Wayne, which is equivalent to confessing directly to us."

"You..." Blair turned his head desperately: "You...you can't destroy your credibility because of me, Mr. Wayne."

He said very fast: "I trusted you to hand over my company's data to you, but you handed them directly to the tax bureau and sent me to jail!"

He said quickly: "In the future, no one will dare to submit real data to you, because all companies will have tax problems more or less, and you are destroying your reputation—"

He quickly tried to save himself: "I apologize to you, sincerely, but this should not have been my end!!!"

In the end, he could no longer maintain his superficial politeness, and roared hoarsely: "How dare you, how dare you?!"

But in the next second, he was shocked by the police with an electric shock prod, left and right, regardless of his broken arm, and carried him away directly.

"Pfft." Billy heard Mr. Bruce sneer.

"You can't even handle legal tax avoidance, so you still want to cooperate with the Wayne family?"

He turned his head and smiled friendlyly at the remaining three people present.

He was gentle like a brown bear, and then reached out to Billy's adoptive father: "I'm Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you."

Billy's adoptive father Victor stretched out his hand a little embarrassingly:

"Victor Vasquez."

"Mr. Vasquez, your courage makes me look sideways." Adoptive father Victor heard Mr. Bruce say: "Not everyone has the courage to refute me."

"My God, Mr. Wayne, didn't you come to our school because of the richest man in Philadelphia, Mr. Blair?"

Principal Peach's voice broke the conversation between them.

The red-haired old woman held her forehead, and felt that what happened in front of her eyes made him almost faint.

"For example... If it wasn't for Mr. Blair, why did you come to our small high school?"

"Oh, don't be humble, Fawcett High School should be the best high school in Philadelphia, and the purpose of my coming here..."

Everyone's eyes followed Chen Tao and stopped on the bewildered Billy Batson.

"You for Billy?"

Principal Peach opened his mouth. What happened in just a few minutes made him hardly know what to say.

"Mr. Bruce, but he's just an ordinary..."

Adoptive father Victor Vasquez wanted to say something, but was stopped by Chen Tao's hand.

"Of course not, Billy. You know why I'm here, don't you?"

Billy felt his heart beating fast.

"...the wisdom of Solomon, the strength of Hercules, the stamina of Atlas, the power of Zeus, the courage of Achilles, the speed of Mercury..."

The old wizard's voice rang in Billy's ears, making him feel slightly dizzy.

"The world needs you, Billy, the world needs your strength. Just like ancient heroes like Hercules and Achilles."

He heard Mr. Bruce Wayne say: "Are you sure you want to listen to me here?"

"No, no, Mr. Wayne."

Billy stood up immediately, and then looked at his adoptive father with pleading eyes: "Please Victor, let's talk about this in another place."

"You..." Adoptive father Victor was also in a state of confusion. He looked at Bruce Wayne standing there, and then at his adopted son.

The world in front of me has never felt so strange.

"Okay," he said.

"But as your guardian, you must explain this to me afterwards."

ding ding ding ding ding...

But at this moment, Chen Tao's communication rang.

Chen Tao walked to the side.

As soon as he connected, he heard the other side say:
"Batman, new news, we found the mother box."

"The government has been hiding information from us, but we still managed to track it down."

The voice of Dick Grayson, the former Robin of the first generation and the current Nightwing, rang in Chen Tao's ears: "It is now in the American Interstellar Laboratory."

"The scientist who presided over the study of the mother box is called Silas Stone."

"And his son, Victor Stone, is one of the few targets you told us to monitor closely."

(End of this chapter)