The All-League of Legends Starts From the Heavens

Bruce was wrapping a bandage around his waist, but it didn't take long for the pure white bandage to be stained red by the seeping blood.

Just now, at the corner between the stairs on the second floor and the first floor, he had a fight with those fugitives from Arkham who were not afraid of death.

The result is self-evident, he won.

Because the space in which they are located is relatively small, the advantage of the number of fugitives has turned into a disadvantage, and they can only crowd together on the stairs.

In the case of hand-to-hand combat, Bruce only needs to deal with two or three people at a time, while the fugitives behind him can only watch.

But even so, he was seriously injured.

This group of prisoners from Arkham have great hostility to Batman, basically the kind, even if they die, they will bite a piece of flesh from him.

Today, Bruce has multiple gunshot wounds and contusions and redness caused by fighting, especially the one stabbed in the abdomen, and the wound is still bleeding.

Moreover, the three consecutive battles had exhausted his physical strength greatly, and he already felt a little tired.

Afterwards, Batman lay in the crowd of fainted people, rested for a while, and felt that his physical strength had recovered, and then got up with difficulty and walked to the living room on the first floor.

On the coffee table full of takeaway boxes and garbage, there is a wooden box full of colorful lights.

At this time, Bruce didn't have the strength to fight wits and courage with a box. He leaned slightly to his side and tore off the lantern, and then opened the box directly.

Another familiar flashlight.

"Ah..." He sighed inexplicably, threw the apparently mental torture thing aside, and then put his hand into the box.

took out the fifth sticky note.

Although there was only one piece of paper in the box this time, Bruce's brows were clearly wrinkled.

In addition to the address on the paper, there is a garbled string of numbers and subtitles.

Maybe it was an ordinary number in the eyes of others, but he knew at a glance that this was the password needed to open the reactor.

In this world, there are only two people who know the password, one is him and the other is Lucius.

Bruce didn't dare to imagine what kind of torture Lucius suffered to reveal the password, but if he did, he would suffer less.

In his heart, the life of an old friend is far more important than the password.

Putting away the red sticky notes, Batman left the house. In fact, the best thing he should do now is to go back to the Batcave to treat his injuries, and then rest for a while.

Unfortunately, it was obvious that he did not intend to do this, but went straight to the fourth location.

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For the next three days, our Gotham Knights spent in this state of running around.

During the period, I didn't drink water, I didn't eat, and all the rest time added up to less than an hour.

The whole person is exhausted, constantly challenging the limits of human physiology.

It's not that Batman didn't think about taking a break in the middle. He knew that in this state, even if he finally found the Joker and Graves, he would not be able to catch them at all.

Not to mention saving Rachel and the others.

But these two villains completely understood his mind. Whenever he was about to take a break, the things in the wooden box would force him to continue.

So far, Bruce has picked up a lot of Rachel and Harvey's personal items from the crate.

Including, but not limited to, jewelry, documents, bags, ties.

There was even a set of Rachel's clothes before she disappeared. It was a whole set, from the inside to the outside, neatly stacked in a wooden box.

There were pools of blood on the clothes.

Even the post-it notes that I received were full of them, and the places I went to and the enemies I defeated were innumerable.

The further back the address was, the more villains there were, and the better their equipment was.

Several times, if it weren't for his tenacious will and amazing physique, even if he was as strong as Batman, he almost died at the hands of these villains.

Bruce sometimes laughs at himself that he is playing a game. As the game progresses, the strength of the monster is also gradually improving.

Fortunately, he finally persevered. If that Graves hadn't lied on the note, this would be the last place.

Even if it has reached the limit, even if you don't know what's in it, even if you will die in it.

Bruce Wayne walked over without hesitation because he was Batman.

This is an abandoned oil refinery on the outskirts of Gotham.

A few years ago, it was abandoned due to the depletion of oil wells. Since then, few people will choose to come to this desolate place.

On the rusted gate of the oil factory, someone wrote a sentence with colorful spray paint.

"A warm welcome, Batman Bruce Wayne!"

As if he was afraid that he would not find his way, an arrow was drawn under this sentence to point to the depths of the factory.

Now that the sun is about to set, it seems that some fluorescent substance has been added to the spray paint, and the twinkling is a little weird.

Echoing the gloomy main body of the factory in the distance, the entire refinery looks like a dormant beast.

On the tree branches overhead, a group of crows let out a disturbing howl, as if to indicate that the operation would not be so smooth.

Bruce ignored the mess and pushed open the old door into the refinery.

Along the way, every few meters there was a fluorescent arrow to help guide the direction, for fear that he would get lost or run away suddenly.

After about a few hundred meters, Bruce came to the building of the oil refinery.

A huge building made of reinforced concrete ~www.readwn.com~ And on the wall at the entrance, a line of words is written in exaggerated brushwork.

"Everything you want is in there, are you sure you don't want to come in and take a look?"

After carefully observing the surroundings, he confirmed that the other entrances were artificially blocked, and Bruce walked in through the only entrance.

There is no light source in the workshop, so it is very dark, coupled with the maze-like structure, it is easy for people to get lost in it.

But Batman doesn't have to worry, because there are always fluorescent arrows pointing his way.

After walking forward for about a few hundred meters, turning a few corners, he came to a room deep in the factory building.

Who knew that just as he stepped into the room, the gate that had been prepared behind him suddenly fell, trapping him inside.

At the same time, the lights on the ceiling suddenly turned on, illuminating the otherwise dark space with bright lights.

After inspection, the thickness of the gate is comparable to that of a bank vault. Unless explosives or heavy machinery are used, it cannot be opened at all with Bruce's personal strength.

To put it bluntly, it was because he was too tired that he lost his due vigilance.

Otherwise, how could you be trapped by such a simple trap.

The remorseful Bruce had no choice but to glance inside the room.

The room is not large, at most a dozen square meters, with a TV screen hanging on each of the pure white walls around it, all of which are now turned off.

There is a surveillance camera on the wall, facing Batman's face, and a loudspeaker hanging next to it.

In addition, there is a gate to other places, but it is also closed.

Just as he was trying to find a way out, the loudspeaker on the wall made a harsh rustling, then a man's voice.

"Hey hey hey, can you hear me?"