Wayne Manor was burned down in the War of the Narrow Island. It was an entire building complex, so its reconstruction would take a year or even longer. During this time, Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham, had to stay in a room in Wayne Building with his loyal old butler.
Frankly speaking, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, Wayne Building in the city center was tall and gorgeous, but it was too noisy, and it was not good for concealment with so many people coming and going. After almost being discovered several times, Bruce Wayne finally made up his mind.
He rebuilt a Batcave in another hidden place, but of course, it was just a substitute.
It was midnight, and the Batmobile, which had activated its stealth mode, silently traversed the deserted streets. In the darkness, it was like an even deeper shadow flowing through the air. It was hard to imagine that this armored vehicle, which looked like a tank and had huge tires that were as tall as a person, could run over the ground without making a sound.
In fact, it was not silent. Its movement was about the same as an ordinary car, but with its unique body shape, it was equivalent to perfect stealth mode.
Click!
The exterior of the vehicle slid outward, revealing a complex interface full of various buttons and displays. Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a batsuit, jumped out. His body was a little staggered, and when he jumped to the ground, he reached out to cover his ribs.
There was a bloody wound there, as if he had been cut by a sharp weapon. It was hard to imagine that he could be cut to such an extent when he was wearing the second generation batsuit with super strong defensive power.
When Alfred saw that Bruce was injured, he hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand, walked over quickly, and held Bruce's arm.
"What happened?"
The old butler asked in surprise. He carefully examined his wound and whispered, "I don't think there is anyone in this city who can hurt you like this. Or, did you charge into their encirclement without a care for your life?"
"No, Fu, it's not like that."
Bruce took off his batsuit with difficulty. The wound under his ribs was even more hideous, and his back and chest were covered with all kinds of scars. He looked like a veteran from the era of cold weapons. It was a ghastly sight.
It was not easy to be a hero, especially in a city like Gotham. The villains would grit their teeth at the last moment to try to take him down with them. The consequence of sticking to the rules was often that he had to suffer a lot of injuries that could have been avoided.
In less than two months, his body was covered in wounds.
"I have treated the wound. Help me stitch it up, Afo."
Bruce leaned back tiredly on the chair with his upper body naked. Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and turned on the lights in the basement. Then, he took the suture thread and started stitching the wound. During the process, Bruce's face looked a little pale.
While his wound was being stitched up, his mind was ruminating over another question.
"Afo, there is a new enemy in this city …" He muttered to himself.
"Mutated humans, and they are a gang. When I was chasing them, I heard them using their phones to communicate with each other. This could be a new criminal organization."
"Ugh …"
The pain under his ribs made him groan. Then, he saw Alfred take off his glasses and let out a sigh of relief.
"Master, you know, the last step of stitching is always painful. Oh right, did you say mutated humans?"
The old butler sat back in his seat and took a sip of the hot coffee.
"No, mutated humans would not appear in Gotham. The radical mutated humans' base is in the south, and the moderate ones are near New York. Gotham lacks the foundation for a mutated human organization, and the last mayor even launched a secret banishment operation. In short, this is probably a forbidden area for mutated humans."
"But I met one, Afo!"
Bruce used his arm to touch the wound that seemed to have been cut by a sharp blade. He grimaced and said, "In the dark, there was a guy who could turn his arms into weapons. He ambushed me at close range. His martial arts skills were terrible, but the blade caught me off guard. In the end, they still managed to escape."
He leaned his body on the chair and looked at the dim light above his head.
"This was a failed hunt, but what I am most concerned about now is, what are these mutated humans doing in Gotham?"
Looking at him, Alfred's heart ached and he was proud. The young master who once needed his protection had now grown up and was embarking on a career that could make him great. However, his heart ached because if he continued like this, his bodily functions would be seriously damaged by these small injuries.
Alfred did not want to see the last descendant of the Wayne family end up in pain, so he tried to persuade him.
"Young master, I am not stopping you from upholding the justice in your heart, but you are a mortal. You have limits. Sometimes, you need to stop and rest before continuing on your journey."
Bruce waved his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the black batsuit hanging at the side. He looked at the black helmet on the table.
"I have limits … I know, but he doesn't! He shouldn't have limits … Alright, Afo, I will rest. Don't worry, I'm not just brushing you off this time … "
"Beep Beep Beep Beep"
The sudden ringtone interrupted their conversation. Alfred stood up and took out his phone. When he saw the number, he could not help but look at Bruce. Then, he picked up the call, put it on speaker, and placed it on the table. He drank his coffee and asked.
"Ah, it's Mr. Saber. How did your trip to New York go?"
"Fu … Old Afo, you haven't rested yet! With your age, you need to have a healthier schedule. Oh, by the way, is Bruce here? "
Saber went straight to the point. Afo did not know whether to laugh or cry. Bruce coughed softly and agreed.
"I'm here, Saber. What can I do for you?"
"You went out to fight for justice tonight. Did you meet a few mutants? You even fought with them, right? "
Bruce's expression immediately became subtle. He pondered for a moment.
"Well, yes, but I'm curious. How did you know?"
"It's simple. I killed their accomplices. This son of a b * tch wanted to ambush me. I need you to help me. I just went to the bat cave, but it seemed to have been empty for a while. So, where should I go to find you now?"
Bruce pursed his lips. Finally, he let out a sigh of relief.
"I'll go find you. In your villa?"
"Okay! I'll wait for you. "
The call ended. Bruce and Afo looked at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.
"So, the target of these mutants is actually him?"
Bruce rubbed his chin. "It seems that I have to go out tonight."
"Mhmm, I also think you should go out."
Afo reached out and took out a data storage card from the drawer and threw it to Bruce. "Lucius gave this to me two hours ago. You'll definitely be interested."
The old butler put down the cup in his hand and stretched.
"Your friend instigated a group of dock workers from Narrow Island. Under the leadership of The Devil Gang, they rushed into Narrow Island that is now occupied by two gangs. In less than an hour and a half, they defeated the two gangs with superior firepower and numbers."
"They used some less" appropriate "weapons."
Afo turned and walked toward the door. He waved his hand behind him.
"I think they actually did a good thing. Also, I think Saber's words make sense. An old man like me really needs a healthier schedule. My young master, take the key with you. I'm going to rest."
On the other side, Bruce Wayne's face turned ugly as he looked at the bloody conflict that resembled a war in the Middle East. Especially when he saw Saber destroy three floors of the building with a grenade launcher. The fire in his eyes almost jumped out.
A moment later, he silently put on the batsuit, jumped into the Batmobile, and disappeared into the not-so-cloudy night of Gotham.
Saber sat on the first floor of the mansion. His father and Robin were already asleep. He was still wearing the black windbreaker and sat like a statue in the living room with only one light on.
Two black bone spurs were placed on the table in front of him. The body of the ambusher had already been thrown into the sea. He reached out and picked up one of the bone spurs. He carefully observed it. The darkness could no longer block his vision. The Devour ability of the saber-toothed tiger gave him additional night vision.
In his eyes, every pattern on the black bone spur was clearly visible.
This thing had a paralyzing effect. He felt it when he was hit just now. It should be a biological anesthetic. Furthermore, this thing was unusually sturdy. He needed to spend a lot of effort to carve a mark on it with a knife. However, the conical bone spur was difficult to throw using normal methods.
In other words, this thing was probably created by the short mutated human with his own ability. He then used his own ability to throw it. Using it in a close-range ambush was almost undetectable.
"These mutated humans … really have some tricks up their sleeves."
Seiber snorted and threw the bone spear on the table. He closed his eyes, and his left hand's fingers danced on the scabbard on the table. His breathing became even, and it seemed like he had entered a special state. After a while, he turned his head and looked at the window that he had specially opened.
"I knew it. You can never learn to walk through the front door."
By the window, Batman, dressed in black and his black cloak dancing in the wind, was already standing there silently. His armor was obviously modified. It was thicker and sturdier than before. The black bat emblem on his chest was more prominent. The helmet and armor were connected seamlessly. On the wide metal belt, there were several hooks added to hold the claw gun and other gadgets.
He stood there, with the night as the background. He looked at Saber in front of him and whispered.
"Why did you instigate those workers to go to dangerous places?"
Saber pretended to have a headache. He took a few pieces of paper from the sofa beside him. There were scribbles on the paper. He placed the papers on the table and gestured for Batman to sit across from him.
"This matter is over. I hope that our" good "relationship will not be damaged because of this."
Saber pursed his lips. He looked at Batman's serious gaze and sighed. He made a gesture of surrender. "Alright, it's my fault for not informing you in advance. But I have discussed this matter with Director Gordon. He agreed. Otherwise, why is there not a single patrolling officer around the narrow island tonight?"
"Gordon is a good man. You and I both know that. He is currently under pressure and the people do not trust him. He needs to do something to prove his ability. As for me, I am very unhappy with those bastards who occupied the narrow island. Even if it were you, I think you would use your own way to" punish "them."
Seiber opened his arms and placed them on the sofa. He placed his finger on his forehead and lightly tapped it a few times.
"I only helped you do what you wanted to do … So, there is no need to thank me!"
"If I have to say what I did wrong, it's probably that I put innocent people in danger. But if you think about it carefully, when we're in danger, we can't always wait for a hero to save us. So in the end, we have to learn how to save ourselves, right?"
"You, Batman, can you save everyone?"
"Clang!"
At this moment, his collar was suddenly grabbed, and his body was lifted up. Batman's eyes stared at him.
"I will punish them, yes, but I will not gamble with the lives of others. And you, you do not value life. You always have an endless amount of twisted logic! You bastard! "
Saber's eyes were calm.
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