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Chapter 337 I, Alan, the God of the Bottle
"Ah..., slow down, I'm scared."

Cathy hugged Alan's neck and closed her eyes in fear.

"Okay, faster."

Alan grinned with excitement, his hands moved faster and faster, and the wheelchair seemed to be falling apart.

At this moment, they had already left the battlefield and headed straight towards the city.

Supervisor Ellie focused more on Mr. Glass and others. After all, this was a criminal gang. She was confident that she could easily capture Alan, mainly because he didn't look very smart.

Bang!
As expected, the car turned over smoothly.

The wheelchair rushed straight into the ditch beside the road.

When the car overturned, Allen decisively picked up Kevin and abandoned the car to save the girl.

"Can you please put me down?"

Kevin was a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look at her.

The day was thrilling. First, he was kidnapped by criminals, and then inexplicably rescued by a mentally ill person. Even his dreams were so outrageous.

"This time, I won't let go." Alan looked at her lovingly.

"But I don't know you."

Kevin suspected that the other party had recognized the wrong person. She was just a high school girl and had never had any contact or relationship with boys.

Pfft!
oops…

Allen threw the man into the ditch without hesitation, and said sadly and melancholy: "You are indeed a cold-blooded and heartless woman."

After saying that, Alan was about to turn around and leave.

Kevin, who was sitting in the ditch, called out, “What’s your name?”

"We are both wanderers in this world, so why do we have to know each other when we meet? Just treat me as a mentally ill person who no one cares about and forget about me, wuwuwu..."

Alan covered his face and cried as he ran towards the city.

Looking at his back, Kevin's heart couldn't help but tremble, as if something important was missed because of him.

The feeling of depression lingers in my heart for a long time and is hard to let go.

Following the highway, you can reach the city in less than half an hour.

Alan looked around, feeling both strange and familiar.

Strangeness means that the future has never come, and familiarity means that all skyscrapers are the same.

"Ah Bat?"

Suddenly, three figures walked into the alley.

Alan squinted his eyes slightly, making sure he was not mistaken. It was Bruce Wayne, the counterpart in this universe, except that he looked to be in his teenage years.

"Bruce, you are responsible for staying in the car and responding."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man took out the car keys and handed them to Bruce, who was in his twenties.

However, Bruce, wearing a leather jacket and looking unruly, said reluctantly: "Why do we have to rob banks? I think we should engage in legitimate business."

Snapped!
His mother, Martha, slapped him mercilessly and said to him in a tone of regret: "The Wayne family has been robbers for generations, and they are proud of robbing banks. How can the family heritage be cut off?"

"Bruce, recite the family motto again." Thomas said in a deep voice.

Bruce covered his face, feeling angry and aggrieved. He looked at his father's eyes that were brewing with anger and recited honestly, "Wayne family members would rather starve to death than beg for food. Prison is the final destination of every member of the Wayne family."

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

Thomas nodded in satisfaction and walked out of the alley with his wife Martha.

Bruce was left alone, holding the car keys tightly, trying to calm down helplessly and unwillingly.

Soon, the whole family left.

Allen, who was hiding nearby, saw all the criminal acts of the Wayne family.

"What a crime."

Allen couldn't help but sigh: "The Batman in this world has healthy parents, but he ended up being a criminal family."

"However, since Ah Bat still has some conscience, I decided to help him."

Looking at the wine bottle next to the trash can, Alan already had an idea.

At this moment, Bruce was driving the only expensive car in his family, slowly heading towards the target bank.

He only needs to meet at the door and does not need to go on the scene to rob in person.

The main reason was that they had been resisting, so Thomas and Martha did not force Bruce to participate, and he was only responsible for driving. Of course, Bruce's driving skills were outstanding, and he helped them get rid of the police chase many times.

Beep beep beep beep...

As the police car sped past.

Bruce's eyes suddenly narrowed as he realized something was wrong.

The next moment, he regained his composure and deliberately slowed down the car again.

"I'm sorry, I can't watch you make the same mistake again and again."

At this moment, Bruce made an important decision not to pick up his parents, hoping that they could clear their crimes in prison.

Sure enough, the police car was parked at the First Republic Bank.

Many fully armed police officers were tasked with catching the robbers.

Bruce deliberately stopped aside, pretending to be an unaware spectator.

Within a quarter of an hour, the police successfully captured the criminals and a middle-aged couple was taken into the police car.

Watching my parents get caught.

Bruce had mixed feelings.

The guilt of betraying my parents was mixed with an unprecedented sense of relief.

Without stopping to watch for too long, he got back into the car and drove away from the crime scene, fantasizing about welcoming his new life.

Little did he know that he was not the only one in the car, and there was an extra wine bottle in the back seat.

Not daring to stop for a moment, they headed westward to other cities.

Bruce decided to live in a different city.

"Why is there a wine bottle?"

While driving on a deserted road, Bruce accidentally found a bottle of wine in the corner of the back seat.

I stopped the car on the side of the road and decided to deal with it first.

If a patrol police officer finds the bottle of wine, he may regard it as drunk driving and conduct a thorough investigation. If he is put on a wanted warrant, he will be thrown into jail at a young age.

Just throw it into the bushes in the distance.

"what happened!"

Bruce was about to return to the car when he suddenly saw a wine bottle at his feet. He felt a chill down his spine and an indescribable weirdness.

He saw with his own eyes that the bottle was thrown into the bushes, and how it turned around and returned to his feet.

In fact, the reason is very simple. Alan put it down secretly while being invisible.

After picking up the bottle and confirming that it was the same brand, Bruce looked around vigilantly, wondering if someone was trying to play a trick on him.

The endless wilderness exudes a sense of desolation.

"Did you see a ghost?"

Bruce's neck shrank, and a feeling of uneasiness spread in his heart.

call…

I took a deep breath and comforted myself: "I am a materialist. There are no ghosts or gods in the world."

Then, Bruce looked at the bottle in his hand and said firmly, "Don't think you can scare me with a broken bottle."

Bang!
As soon as he finished speaking, he smashed it to pieces.

"Mortal, thank you for releasing me."

Suddenly, a stranger's voice sounded behind him, and Bruce's relaxed mood tensed up again. He turned his neck stiffly and suddenly saw a stranger in a hospital gown, with his arms clasped and standing on tiptoes, pretending to float.

"You, who are you?"

Bruce's heart was in his throat.

We had confirmed that there was no one around, so how could a person suddenly appear? It's totally unexplainable by science.

"I am the bottle god trapped in a bottle."

Allen said seriously, "In return for my release, you need to fulfill three of my wishes."

"..."

(End of this chapter)