"Hum"
"The flight from Mexico City to Gotham City is about to land. Dear passengers, please …"
The sweet voice of the stewardess echoed in the cabin. It always made some men's imaginations run wild, but for others, it was meaningless.
There were always some people whose world was very emotional. After lacking some essential things, this world would be incomplete and would no longer be charming.
Catherine leaned against the seat and looked coldly at the scenery outside the window. Gotham … She was back. This city was so nostalgic. In her life, this was the place where she felt warmth and love for the first time. This was the place where she placed her most beautiful memories.
But on the other hand, this city was so detestable because she had also lost a lot here. Of the people closest to her in her life, only one was left. Every time she returned, she could almost relive the pain in her heart.
"Little girl, I see that you are in pain. Do you need help?"
A handsome man in a suit walked over naturally after the plane stopped. He had been observing Catherine for a long time. From his professional point of view, the aura that Catherine exuded showed that she was the heir of a big family.
This kind of inexperienced little girl was the easiest to deceive. After all, he was a professional in this field.
Catherine did not even look at him. This made the handsome man, who had attracted the attention of the stewardess along the way, feel a little embarrassed. Just as he was about to say something else, eight strong men in suits and sunglasses stood around Catherine's seat. They looked like they were not to be trifled with. There was also a slightly unscrupulous and rude guy who wore a thick gold chain. He looked like he was in his thirties.
"Take him away and give him three slashes on his face."
Lewis's eyes were very sharp. He knew what the handsome man wanted to do. He waved his hand and the panicked man wanted to leave quickly. However, he was grabbed by three strong men and forced out of the cabin.
"Catherine, are you in a bad mood?"
Lewis asked in a low voice. "Do you want to go back to the villa and rest?"
"No need, Lewis. We will go directly to Dad's place and return to New York in the afternoon."
Catherine wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes. "I don't want to go back to the villa. There is no Saber, no Dad, no Kevin. There is nothing there. It is just a house, not a home …"
Thirty minutes later, at Gotham Public Cemetery. At this time of the year, the cemetery was very quiet. There were not many people here. Catherine stood in front of the tombstone and looked at the cross in front of her. There was no epitaph, no biography, nothing. It was so simple that it was painful... but from the traces in front of the tombstone, it seemed to be cleaned..
"Dad, I'm back to see you. I'm sorry that I didn't come for the past two years … I was actually quite afraid to see you."
Catherine placed a bouquet of flowers in her hands in front of her father's tombstone. At the age of 14, she was slim and graceful. She was already 165 cm tall. She was wearing a white sports shirt, tight pants, and leather boots. She did not dress up or put on any makeup. She did not even have any extra accessories. Her long blonde hair was draped behind her back. The only thing that was out of place was the old hammerhead shark bag she was carrying.
Lewis and the others stood far away to ensure that no one would disturb Catherine. As her father, Saber and Kevin's direct family member, in the current growing power of The Devil Gang, Catherine was fully deserving of the title of little princess. Harvey's personality determined that he would not be tainted by the power of The Devil Gang. The group of elders led by Lewis completely supported this successor whose personality was getting colder and colder.
Those who did not know their place had already been killed by Saber. After the "Bloody Night" in Gotham, this somewhat immature gang was given a soul and faith. Now, after three years, it had become a truly powerful group. At least in Mexico, they were fully deserving of the title of Big Boss.
Three years ago, the Gotham Mob's 800 million USD was money that they could not earn in their lifetime. But now, The Devil Gang had almost monopolized two-thirds of the entire Mexico's arms trade. In just half a year, their income had exceeded this amount. Now, they had become a giant that the Gotham Mob could only dream of.
The little princess's hand gently slid across the tombstone in front of her. She said softly,
"We have money, Dad. We have more and more people. Harvey is a very good manager. Although his face is too scary, I know that he is actually a very easy person to get along with."
"Kevin and Sergues are still in Central City. They might not wake up for the rest of their lives."
"Saber hasn't been found yet. Harvey said that he won't die. I also believe that he won't die that easily. How could someone like him be killed by a madman?"
"Everything is fine for me in New York. I even found Selena. She is the flirtatious little bitch who came to join us. Guess what she is doing now?"
Catherine seemed to have thought of something happy. She broke into a smile.
"She gave up the degree that she already had and started to steal things everywhere. Just like what Saber said, she should be a" Miss Thief "for the rest of her life. She should not learn from others and go to school. She has the blood of adventure in her bones. Oh right, she even made a set of clothes for herself and gave herself a name. She is called" Cat Girl ". Very silly, right?"
"I know that she is imitating Saber and Bruce … but she is too silly. She will never be like them."
"Poor Gordon finally walked out. He is now Gotham's Police Chief. No one dares to provoke him. He even sent Jimmy and Barbara to New York to study. I know that he has no feelings for this city."
"Oh right, Bruce and Rachel have gone on a trip around the world. They have been married for three years and have no children. I don't know if they don't want children or Bruce is a bastard … Hehe, I know that if I tell you, you will scold me again …"
Catherine couldn't help but cry as she spoke. She bent down and hugged the tombstone gently. Her tears fell onto the tombstone drop by drop.
"Pops, I miss you so much …"
"Pops, I miss you so much."
The sky seemed to have sensed the girl's sorrow. The weather, which was already unpredictable, started to drizzle at this moment. Catherine didn't care about this. With the physique of a mutant, she didn't need to worry at all. But in the next moment, a shadow blocked her head.
Blocking the sorrowful rain from the two of them, Kathlyn lifted her head and saw Robin, who was also hugging flowers and holding an umbrella. Compared to three years ago, Robin had matured. He had grown a beard, and his eyes were originally cold, but at that moment, there was a rare gentleness in them. There was also a scar on his face. That was the 'gift' that he had received when he first walked in the darkness of Gotham in his armor.
Gotham had lost its Batman, but the legend of the Red Devil was still alive in the city. Whenever there was a revival of evil, the Red Devil would appear, and he would destroy them.
He placed the flowers in his hand in front of his father's tombstone, then placed his hand on Catherine's head and rubbed it. This was the way they liked to play with the little girl when they were still alive. In the past three years, no one had rubbed her head anymore.
"Little girl, you're finally back?"
"Wuuu …"
Catherine couldn't hold it in anymore. She hugged Robin's waist and started to cry. Robin's eyes were also filled with tears. He patted Catherine's shoulder gently.
"Okay, okay. Welcome home, little princess of a Christian family."
Lewis looked at this scene. This uncle couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes. He looked at Robin and Catherine. These two were already the last descendants of a Christian family. He thought of the time when Kevin and Saber were still alive. At that time, everyone, including Sergues and Steve …
Lewis felt his eyes become hot. He hurriedly walked into the rain and lit a cigarette for himself. He let the tears mixed with the rain flow down his face. This was how an old man's feelings were. They were gentle and silent. But when they exploded, it was also unbearable.
On the other side, in New York, not far from Gotham, in the Marbury Villa. In the basement of this beautifully decorated modern villa, a tired Tony Stark walked into it in his pajamas.
He snapped his fingers, and the dark basement lit up. He snorted.
"Jarvis, will you help me get Tina or Mia tomorrow morning? Anyway, help me send that woman away tomorrow morning. I'm going to get busy! "
"Understood. The coffee is ready. Do you want to start working now?"
A flexible metal mechanical arm brought Tony a cup of hot coffee. He took it in his hand. In the bedroom above his head, on the big bed, a beautiful woman was sleeping after exhaustion. She had no idea that her desire to hug the thigh of New York's most famous playboy had ended before it even started.
As a seasoned playboy, Tony knew very well who he should fall in love with and who he should just play with. Besides, he had more important things to do now.
"Well, open the work schedule that I didn't finish yesterday!"
Tony said casually. The next moment, on the empty design table in front of him, a large number of dizzying blue lines began to flicker rapidly, shining like dancing neon lights. But soon, they formed a very three-dimensional picture on the design table in front of Tony. There were various indicators around it, and in the middle was a design drawing of a constantly spinning iron armor.
It was obvious that it was not finished yet, and in some details, it was very similar to the real thing that Saber showed him three years ago. But Tony boldly changed it to the design he wanted. But it was no exaggeration to say that in this era where the military still focused on the power of weapons, Saber's armor had opened a new door for Tony.
"According to the experimental simulation data, even the most powerful micro engine currently can't provide enough energy for this armor, especially when you strongly request to be able to fly …"
Jarvis, the electronic intelligence that Tony had just created, replied in a metallic voice. "If we use the current popular structure and ensure flight, the final design will be like this!"
Following its introduction, the model in the air suddenly changed. Behind the original humanoid armor, there was an oversized flying backpack. It looked quite bloated and probably contained solid dye.
Tony frowned.
"This won't do. The safety and flexibility will be reduced. According to Mr. Lucius' design, flexibility is a must. Once it becomes cumbersome, the purpose of this personal armor will be lost … It seems that energy is a big problem."
"Yes, sir. According to my calculations, if we can find an energy supplement similar to a reactor, we can use the method of electric-ion conversion to achieve flight and energy cannon functions. Because of the danger of nuclear energy, the most suitable energy source I can find … is this!"
Jarvis' voice stopped, and a real video appeared in front of Tony. It was an oversized ring-shaped device with electric current flowing at a crazy speed, making the device look like an oversized electric light.
"You mean the Arc Reactor?"
Tony's frown did not lessen. That reactor was designed by his father, the talented Howard Stark who was assassinated. His unsmiling father had said more than once that "the arc reactor is the future of energy." Most importantly, he remembered his father saying that "there is some kind of secret hidden in that reactor."
But until the moment Howard and his wife were assassinated, Tony didn't know what the secret was.
"The theoretical energy supply of the Arc Reactor is absolutely enough, but the problem is shrinking."
Tony closed his eyes. "The experiment of replacing nuclear fuel with palladium has been successful, but to shrink it to the size of a palm … This is impossible … At least in the next 10 years, it seems impossible, unless …"
"Ding Ding Ding Ding"
The phone rang. Tony, who was interrupted by his thoughts, answered the phone in annoyance. A low and steady male voice came from the other side.
"Tony, my child, haven't you rested yet?"
"Stan, you know, I'm used to working at night. What's the matter?"
Tony asked while writing and drawing on the drawing. Stan, also known as Obediah Stan, the current head of Stark Industries, a close friend of Howard Stark, and Tony's uncle, said in his unique low voice.
"I'm asking, the design of the Jericho missile in the Stark Industrial Weapons Program has been greatly delayed. You should be in charge of this matter, right?"
Hearing this, Tony was annoyed. He had spent the past 2 years designing this suit of armor, so he didn't have the time to design missiles, so he said perfunctorily,
"Stan, my energy has been a little weak recently, I think we can …"
"Weak energy? I know you have been intimate with at least 14 girls recently. "
Probably because he had been a commander for many years, Stan's tone became serious. There was even a kind of coercive pressure in it. "Tony, I'm not saying that young people shouldn't play, but you can't abandon your work, your talent, your …"
"You said that because you think I can make money for you. I really wonder if you'll kick me away if I can't make money!"
Tony's mood was extremely bad. He was a very egotistical person, and egotistical people hated being pressured by others. Tony was also not the kind of person who could control his temper. He was like a spoiled child, so he naturally exploded.
"I'm the Stark family, the heir of Stark Industries. Stan, you can't treat me as your weapon designer. I also need time, I also need my personal space, not to be urged by you to draw f * cking designs at 2 o 'clock in the morning!"
Stan also seemed to be frightened by Tony's sudden outburst. He didn't speak for a long time. After a while, Tony's tone calmed down.
"Okay, okay, Uncle Stan, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you like that. I know you're thinking about our order. How about this, give me 3 more days, and I'll finish the complete data of the Jericho missile."
A few seconds later, Stan's voice was also heard.
"Okay, Tony, it's nothing. Your old Uncle Stan isn't that weak. Don't worry, I'll help you delay it. Rest early, good night."
On the other side, Aubediah Stan put down his phone. He calmed down for a few seconds, then suddenly threw the phone in his hand to the ground and stomped on it a few times. The bald middle-aged man's eyes were shining with anger. It was a kind of ferociousness, like an old lion whose status was threatened.
And how did the old lion treat the young lions who threatened him?
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