American Comics: Start To Become A God, I Choose Science And Magic Double Cultivation

Death day.

Today is the anniversary of the death of the Wayne couple.

Although the mastermind behind all the events has not yet been found, Bruce will not miss this day.

On the back hill of Wayne Manor, there is a small burial room where the remains of the Wayne couple were collected.

But as soon as he stepped here, Bruce noticed something unusual.

He is not very familiar with this place, because he only comes here once a year.

But he knew that this feeling was by no means groundless, perhaps it was a subtle induction, and he suddenly became a little anxious.

Bruce left Alfred, who was with him, and ran towards the burial chamber with all his strength.

When he entered it, what he saw shocked him.

Alfred ran over closely following Bruce, panting from exhaustion as soon as he arrived, he was no longer young.

But he was also horrified by what he saw.

"This, how is this possible..."

I saw that the place where the coffins of the Wayne couple should have been placed had turned into two empty pits.

The "Three Three=" thing has disappeared.

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There was a rare murderous look in Bruce's eyes, he pressed his lips tightly, and left here without saying a word.

Afu was worried about his condition and hurriedly followed.

At night, Catwoman saw Bruce put on a bat battle suit and asked him where he was going.

But Batman didn't say a word, got into the Batmobile and left.

"what happened to him?"

Seeing that his expression was different, Catwoman hurriedly asked Afu, but Afu just shook his head and didn't say much.

This is a private matter of the Wayne family, and he cannot disclose it to outsiders at will.

Barbara has Nightwing to take care of and no time for Batman.

Catwoman thought for a while, and borrowed a bat motorcycle from the bat cave to catch up.

Damian in the manor frowned watching Catwoman chasing his father away, feeling a little ugly.

Bruce is a terrible father, and he was wary of him when he and Damian first met.

If Alfred hadn't tried his best to keep him, Da Mian really wanted to leave.

He felt that Thalia must have been obsessed with ghosts at the beginning, otherwise how could he fall in love with a man like Bruce.

Suspicious, sensitive, and a little nervous.

It looks good, but what's the use of it?

If Dane can hear his heart, he will definitely add another advantage to Bruce, rich.

All in all, Incean felt that his meeting with Bruce was not what he imagined.

It's not even as good as staying in the League of Assassins, at least Grandpa and Thalia are sincere to him.

Just when Damian was thinking this way, someone called his personal phone.

He picked it up and took a look, the name on it made his face change slightly, and then turned into calm.

Damian went back to his room and put on the nano battle suit that Dane had given him.

Yes, this battle suit was not taken back by Dane, it was given to him.

Damian, who put on the battle suit, turned back into the little assassin.

He jumped out of the window, the cobweb swayed, and disappeared into the night.

On the former site of the ACE chemical plant, a new chemical plant was re-established, and Damian arrived here soon.

"Welcome back, my dear grandson."

As soon as Damian landed, a black figure appeared behind him.

He looked back sharply, but there was nothing there.

"Let me see, have your skills deteriorated during this time?"

Damian quickly turned his gaze back to his body, just in time to see a big foot kicking towards his face.

He didn't care about his image, took advantage of the situation and leaned back, and then rolled a donkey to avoid the attacker's combo.

Immediately the nanoparticle group synthesizes two short knives.

He grasped the hilt of the knife and strangled towards the opponent from left to right.

The man was bare-handed, but he didn't panic, and he bowed left and right with both hands.

Although the moves are not subtle, they can always avoid Blade just right.

The two of them were less than ten times away, when the man suddenly clasped his hands together, clamping the two knives that Damian had slashed with his palms.

Damian looked at his grandfather's hands like pincers, tightening and twisting, and broke the two short knives!

The other party took a closer look at the broken knife between his fingers, and then said:

"You got a very interesting toy."

Then he flicked his fingers, and threw the broken blade like flying darts, the air blade it scraped was so sharp that it could almost cut the skin.

Damian greeted him with the remaining half of the blade, and almost instantly, the broken blade reintegrated into it, and the short blade recovered.

The man raised his eyebrows and said, "Interesting."

Damian opened his mask with a serious expression on his face.

"Grandpa..."

The person who came was Damian's grandfather, Lars Al Ghul, definitely everyone prefers to call him Lei Xiaogu.

Master ninja, head of demons, master of the League of Assassins, a man who is almost immortal.

I saw him with a serious expression and a gloomy demeanor "The two little ones turned slightly pale.

There is a hidden heroic temperament between sitting and looking forward.

But when he looked at Damian, there was a rare trace of warmth on his face.

"Your technology seems to be a bit regressed, Damian, is it because you rely too much on technology?"

Damian couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard the words, and he complained:

"Even if I don't rely on technology, I still can't beat you, Grandpa.

Lei Xiaogu is an old monster who has lived for nearly 700 years, only a little younger than Wonder Woman in terms of age.

In terms of experience and life experience, there is more than one street more than Diana.

It's normal that Damian can't beat him, otherwise, wouldn't he have lived on a dog for hundreds of years?

"Did Mom come with you, too?"

Lei Xiaogu nodded, signaling him to look down. 0

He followed the signal and found a woman with a graceful figure standing beside a pool emitting a strange green light.

That was Talia, Damian's biological mother.

Although it was a touching farewell, Damian's eyes were still attracted by the weird pool next to his mother, and his tone was calm:

"The pool of Lazarus, how could..."

Lei Xiaogu observed his grandson's expression with great interest, and exclaimed:

"As expected of Bruce's child, how long have you been with him before you start thinking in Batman's way."

Damian retorted with a sullen face: "I didn't!"

"Even the blunt way is so similar."

Damian didn't want to talk anymore, Lei Xiaogu smiled and explained:

"It's not really Lazarus' Pool, it's just a part of it.

"I combined it with some special chemicals to preserve the resurrection function and bring it over.

"Why did you come to Gotham?" Damian said calmly.

He knew that his grandfather had never given up on the idea of ​​destroying Gotham, and his mother Thalia was obviously on the same front as his grandfather.

"A friend gave me some interesting advice and I took it, so I came here.

"Look at the city where I once tasted failure, and look at my favorite grandson.

"Finally, look at that... Batman."

In the end, Lei Xiaogu didn't hide the gloom on his face, showing a slightly evil smile.

Damian quietly used the nano battle suit synthesis to fire the smoke bomb, he said calmly:

"So your goal is 1.4 Gotham, and Batman?"

"Yes, Batman."

Lei Xiaogu always seemed so patient when facing his grandson.

"I realized that Batman was the stumbling block I had to remove if I wanted to destroy this evil city."

"My friends offered me plans that were, um, very doable.

"But you need your help, my grandson."

When Damian heard this, he was about to drop the smoke bomb in his hand.

But when he looked up, he found that Lei Xiaogu was looking at him with a smile.

Immediately, as if something passed through his body, Damian's body froze.

His battle suit froze, and his nervous system was thrown into disarray by an unidentified pulse.

The battle suit became his cage, and Damian fell head-on.

He raised his head with difficulty, staring at the phone:

"EMP!"

You still say I rely on technology? You old six!.