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Chapter 67: Thomas Wayne

Through the ancient blood, Ron and Ciri entered the fortress without attracting any attention.

After walking out of the world door opened by Ciri, Ron looked around and nodded in approval: "Not bad, it seems that you can already use your abilities skillfully."

“To some extent,” Ciri replied, “Short-distance transmission within the world should be no problem. But if the distance is longer, it may be hard to say.”

"Take it easy."

Through the secret door, Ron and Ciri slowly entered the interior of the casino fortress. Following the passage down, they soon arrived at a slightly dim and gloomy space.

Some of them are similar to caves, but unlike the caves in Ron's impression, the rocks here are all man-made. The main body is reinforced and sealed with special alloys. Considering the distance from the ground, Ron can be sure that even if dozens of nuclear bombs explode on it, Ron will not be affected at all.

After a quick look, Ron was sure that this underground darkroom had a complete ecological cycle. There were also a large amount of emergency food, medicine and other necessities in the storage room next to it. It was certain that even if someone came here without any preparation and empty-handed, as long as they lived according to the instructions, they could still live a safe life.

However, in this small ecosystem, what kills people is often not disease, but loneliness.

Walking inside, I found a bedroom. It was an exaggeration to call it a bedroom, because it was too simple. There was only a cold and stiff small bed and a table. On the table was an old photo frame, and the photo showed a happy family of three preparing to go to the movies.

Next to the photo was a pistol placed in a dust cover.

Although it was placed in a dust-free cover, anyone could see that this gun was a complete defective product. If it was shot a few more times, it would probably die of a barrel explosion, let alone kill someone.

The black gun shell was covered with rust and scratches. After a quick look, the rifling inside could no longer be seen. Although it was a weapon, this pistol was simply a defective product among the many weapons displayed on the side. It was not even a rag.

For people who know a little about the structure of guns and fists and feet, people will choose to fight with fists instead of this piece of garbage that you don't even know where the bullet will go after pulling the trigger.

Such rubbish was placed on the table beside the bed. When I woke up and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was a family photo of three people and a broken gun.

"The Wayne family really has some problems with their brains." Looking at the display in front of him, Ron also complained: "Who would put the murder weapon that killed their family on the bow?"

Hearing this, he was about to ask for information here, but then Ciri realized something and quickly put his hand on the sword behind him. But before Ciri could pull out the hilt of the sword behind him, accompanied by the sound of wind breaking through the air, a dark figure turned into a shadow and kicked Ciri away, picked up a table beside him, and hit Ron's back mercilessly.

"Who are you? Why are you here?!"

As he spoke, the table collided with Ron's back and instantly broke into pieces of wood. Feeling the solidity of Ron's body, Batman's eyes also focused. Then a short knife engraved with runes shot out from his wrist and stabbed towards Ron's thigh.

Unfortunately, before the blade touched Ron's body, accompanied by an unshakable force, Batman saw a pair of fingers holding the dagger in his hand.

But this did not frighten Batman at all. On the contrary, the next moment, a high voltage current of 30,000 volts burst out from his wrist guard. He clearly grabbed his blade with his bare hands, but to Batman's surprise, all the current was like a drop in the ocean, and did not have the effect he wanted. Is it some transparent insulating material?

Thinking in his mind, just as Batman was about to activate other deadly props on his wrist, Ron's voice came from the side.

"Stop, Ciri, your attack is useless."

Hearing this, he had already drawn out his sword behind Batman and raised it to prepare for an attack. Hearing Ron's words, Ciri also raised her eyebrows, indicating what was wrong.

In response, Ron said, "Mr. Thomas has a divine force field on him, and it looks like it's fresh from Amazon. And it's not just as simple as it looks... Without the power of time and space attached to him, and without the rune sword drawn, you can't hurt him with just the steel sword."

After hearing Ron's words, Batman snorted coldly, and then in Ciri's incredulous gaze, his body turned into a shadow and disappeared, appearing aside as if teleporting.

Noticing this teleportation-like speed, Ron raised his eyebrows but didn't say much.

In contrast, Ciri looked at Batman with some suspicion, not because of the amazing speed, but after Ciri sensed the subtle disharmony, she understood why Ron told her that the attack was ineffective.

Feeling carefully, indeed, Batman was surrounded by a layer of energy that could not be noticed without careful feeling. Under the blessing of this layer of energy, even if his attack was effective, it would only leave superficial flesh wounds...

"This world is still very dangerous. No matter what enemy you encounter, my first advice is to activate the power of the Ancient Blood and draw the Rune Sword."

Ron said calmly: "Although this may accidentally kill other people, it's okay. At least there is still a chance to apologize, instead of waiting to burn paper money on the seventh day."

"Okay, I remember."

Ciri nodded, indicating that she had remembered it. As for Ron's subsequent nonsense, Ciri had habitually filtered it out.

Then, Ron looked at Batman, looking at his shoulder armor that was completely different from ordinary Batman's, and curved like horns, and said:
"Although I already knew this when I was chatting with Victor, to be honest, I still feel a little disillusioned when I see your beard-covered ass and chin... I can only say that your son Bruce is more suitable for the Batman thing."

Hearing the word Bruce, the corners of Thomas' mouth twitched, and then he looked at Ron, his eyes under the mask emitting a captivating red light.

"Tell me everything you know. Everything."

"That's what I want to tell you, too."

(End of this chapter)