Marvel's Dark Knight

Maybe it was because of the threat of imminent death that this guy was really afraid.

He stopped talking bluntly, but said directly to Wayne: "The people above are all important customers. No matter what happens above, we can't disturb them."

This answer surprised Wayne. He had previously thought that it was just some middle-level and high-level leaders who gathered there to have a carnival, but now he did not expect that they would be customers of gangs like them.

"Where is your pharmacy?" Wayne quickly asked his next question.

Wayne needs time now, but the sniper who was already in a coma before obviously won't give him much time. According to calculations, the next round of interrogation is probably coming soon.

As long as they find out that the sniper has lost contact, they will naturally find that something is wrong.

"It's downstairs, just go through that entrance."

Minion reluctantly raised his hand, pointing towards the entrance of the corridor beside him.

"Anyone else?"

"Nothing."

After getting an answer from no one below, Wayne punched this guy on the head, his face still full of peach blossoms.

I guess he is also young, able to sleep when he wants to in such a difficult environment.

Loosen the bend of his legs, let the guy fall directly to the ground, and then Wayne took out two miniature incendiary bombs from his universal belt.

After pressing the detonation button, Wayne returned the same way he had come in.

The bat lightly landed on the roof of the building, looking at Spider-Man squatting bored on one side, and the package that was safely on the other side.

"Oh, our great bat is finally back." With his sensitive hearing, Spiderman naturally noticed the sound of Wayne retracting the hook when he came back.

Just when Spider-Man was about to ask Wayne where he was and what he was doing, he saw a raging fire burning under a building in the distance.

"It's really a big deal!"

Spider-Man said with a sigh.

Chapter 7 The Leaving Spider

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"Are you going to stay here, or leave together?"

Wayne paid no attention to the raging fire in the building behind him.

He was quite aware of the power of the incendiary bomb he threw.

As long as the contraband factory down there is like that guy said, there's no one left.

Then this fire is doomed to cause no fatalities.

Only the contraband below that was destroyed.

"To be honest, I'm a little unclear, where are we going next?" Spider-Man spoke to Wayne quite indifferently.

"Find a suitable place and settle our current identities." When Wayne spoke, he had already started his own actions.

"OK, you are the boss now, listen to you." Spider-Man didn't want to continue to consume his brain cells in this way.

Today's work intensity has indeed reached its own standard.

"Wait, you mean giving false testimony?" But after leaving with Bat, Spider-Man figured out what Wayne meant.

What does it mean to get your current identity?

Isn't that just false testimony?

"That's a crime, man." Suddenly Spider-Man jumped in front of the bat.

He spoke to Wayne seriously.

Wayne squinted at Spider-Man in front of him: "We've always been criminals, haven't we?"

"How is it possible? With this power, shouldn't we assume our responsibilities? Isn't it our mission to stop those guys from continuing to commit crimes?"

Spider-Man is so excited that he disagrees with what the Bat is saying.

He only knew that if he knew what 'the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility' is after possessing this power, he would not be able to lose his Uncle Ben.

"Are you a policeman?"

Wayne spoke indifferently.

Spider-Man shook his head: "No, it's not."

"Are you an enforcer?"

"No."

"Then what do you think you're doing?" Wayne didn't want to say anything more.

Once again disappeared in front of Spider-Man.

Spider-Man wants to stop Wayne from leaving, but now he needs to think about what Wayne said before.

What the bat said really shocked Spider-Man's mentality.

He needs to be quiet now.

Best not to follow the bat for a short period of time.

At least after reorganizing all the words that can refute the bat, find this stinky bat and talk about it.

Shooting out the spider silk again, Spider-Man now needs to find a place to relax.

But he didn't see that as soon as he left there, Wayne had already appeared in the fire escape downstairs.

Calmly watching Spider-Man leave.

"What you just said was a big blow to that gossip."

Thomas' words came to Wayne's mind.

"Aren't we always criminals?" Wayne didn't think there was anything wrong with what he said.

"Besides, if this kind of words can hit a mature Spider-Man, then he doesn't deserve to be called Spider-Man."

When Wayne said this, he highlighted a ruthlessness.

"By the way, what is Spider-Man? You seem to be somewhat familiar with this world, but not much."

Before that, Thomas wanted to ask Wayne what he had experienced.

He is obviously dressed as Batman, but he has an understanding of a world that he has never seen before.

"You can think of this as a replica of the universe of heroes." Wayne jumped down from the fire escape, and the cloak behind him suddenly unfolded just as Wayne was about to fall to the ground, slowing down his falling speed.

From Wayne's words, Thomas didn't think his world was a so-called heroic universe.

He only thinks that his world is a paradise for lunatics with superpowers. Amazon and Atlantis are at war, flooding half of Europe.

A biochemical cyborg spends his days thinking about recruiting himself into a so-called resistance army.

All of this did not make Thomas feel that there was anyone above him who was a hero.

Not even himself.

He was like Wayne said he was.

They are all criminals, he is even a murderer.

"In the eyes of some people in this universe, your approach may be quite in line with his concept." Thomas didn't say anything, but Wayne did.

"is it?"

"It's just that that guy is more extreme." Wayne walked towards the vehicle in front of him.

Fortunately, Wayne did find a set of casual clothes that allowed him to take off his battle suit.

As an apology for taking his clothes, Wayne put down a wad of dollar bills.

Taking off his mask, Wayne used the rearview mirror of the vehicle to clearly see his appearance in this world.

To be honest, Wayne at this moment may understand why the clown in the comics has such a high evaluation of the appearance of the bat.

Even in the mouth of a lunatic, it can be judged as perfect.

Meticulously carved, with a well-defined and perfect appearance, perhaps in the aesthetics of women, the current Wayne can definitely be called sexy.

Especially those pair of blue melancholy eyes.

No matter who looks into those eyes, there is no way to easily look away.

"The face is not bad." After Wayne praised his face, he began to change his clothes.

The only fly in the ointment is that the original owner of this suit may be a fat man who ate too many hamburgers.

Even in Wayne's figure, which is like a marble sculpture, he is still a little too fat.

However, it is perfect as a transition.

Wayne even found a travel backpack in his compartment, which at least allowed him to replace his current baggage, which looked like a robbery.

Put on a baseball cap, button up a hoodie, and pack a backpack full of greenbacks.

Wayne is out of here.

A man in ill-fitting clothes walks down the street, and no one thinks there is anything wrong with it.

There are so many homeless people in New York that it’s hard to see them.

He reached out and gestured towards the taxi that was still working outside.

A yellow taxi had already stopped in front of Wayne.

"New York University." Wayne, who got into the taxi, didn't wait for the driver to say anything before he spoke first.

"No problem." The driver didn't say anything nonsense, and drove the taxi directly.

"But let's say it first, if you don't have money, I will beat you up." The driver looked at Wayne who was sitting in the back seat while driving.

An extremely ill-fitting set of clothes, although there is no strange smell, but the driver still directly planned it as a group of homeless people.

Wayne just picked up the newspaper from the back of the taxi and began to have a comprehensive understanding of the world.

For him, only by understanding most of the state of this world can he make an identity that best suits this world.