As a sister city of Gotham, Bloomhaven is not only close to each other, but also has a very similar rainy climate. Nightwing was crouching quietly on the verandah of a roof, like a sculpture, letting the rain wash his hair into strips, flowing down his muscles in a trickle.

A few days ago, a large explosion at an abandoned river pier in Gotham was officially disguised as an accidental explosion caused by an illegal accumulation of chemical agents. But judging from the clues he got, this is a means of killing people after the failure of an arms deal, which is really a simple, neat and crude way to deal with it, which is really in line with Gotham's taste.

It's not a strange thing that Gotham is mad again, and that land always seems to be prone to strange creatures, as if it was under some kind of curse.

Frequent fights are commonplace, and all kinds of dirty transactions are all over the city, but this new guy who has not been around for a long time has brought Nightwing a different sense of strangeness, Gotham criminals never think about cheap things like human life, but this new guy's code of conduct brings him a sense of hatred.

But the goal of his action seems to refute this conclusion, if he is here for revenge, who does he hate? Who is he targeting?

Nightwing felt a sense of frustration when he thought of it, although Brughhaven was also a city with a high crime rate, at least the criminals were much more normal.

"Hopefully not another 'clown'"

The hardest, most elusive, and most difficult guy to control in Gotham is that madman, and if there is one more such person, it will not be a good thing for Gotham and the whole of America.

It's been five years since he's been in the city, and he's cultivated his own intelligence network in the land, and this time his informant has leaked out to him a piece of information that has made him crouch here in the pouring rain at the moment - the arms deal that caused the shocking explosion in Gotham will continue the unfinished deal in Brudhaven.

It was unknown who the madman was, but Nightwing would not allow another near-murderous purge of his territory.

He had scoured the neighborhood carefully to make sure that no bombs had been planted, but that wasn't enough to make him let his guard down.

Through the mask's farsightedness function, Nightwing stares at the opposite target with an eagle-like gaze.

As the minutes ticked by, the pouring rain gradually turned into a drizzling rain showing signs of stabilisation, and there was still no figure in the door opposite that he had expected.

"Clue problem?"

This kind of thing is also sparse and common, but in the five years here, the intelligence network he has established is much more reliable than when he first came, but this does not mean that every piece of information is true and effective, and even if the information is true and effective, the other party may cancel the transaction for some other reason and let him run in vain.

Just as Nightwing pondered whether or not to abandon tonight's action, a train pulled into the remote alleyway.

Nightwing carefully looks for his target among the people who got out of the car. The only clue that the only guy who still has a little bit of gas left in the aftermath of the Gotham bombing is "a demon with a red hood".

After all the guys in the car got down, Nightwing was disappointed that none of them were wearing red hoods, and even these people were familiar to her.

Looking at the thugs entrenched in the lower levels of Brudhaven, Nightwing fell into deep thought.

From what he knew about these guys, they didn't have the ability to get such a batch of munitions, but these guys were also the kind of characters who would take money to run errands for people. I didn't give them less money and asked them to help run errands.

"I see, no wonder the informant can be sure that this shipment is the one from Gotham"

Nightwing was also half-convinced when he received the news, not to mention the real cause of the explosion at Gotham Pier, the only living mouth is still lying half-dead in the intensive care unit and protected by the police, so no one can determine whether it is an abnormal transaction or not. All speculation comes from Black Mask's henchmen among the dead guys.

But after receiving clues from his informants, he made it clear that this batch of goods was related to the batch in Gotham. He was somewhat skeptical.

But now it seems that if the guy who made a name for himself in the Gotham Underworld chose to hire Brughhaven's minions to run errands for him, then it wouldn't be surprising that he would have gotten clues.

And it also indirectly answers a question that plagues Batman, whether this newcomer is alone or organized and premeditated.

Nightwing squinted at the few people below who were trading, he didn't believe that the guys in the underworld would be so comfortable handing over such a huge amount of weapons to a group of guys who had nothing to do with him, even if they were all money collectors.

The guy must be nearby, he must be hiding somewhere to monitor the deal, Nightwing scrambled around.

There was a commotion beneath his feet, drawing Nightwing's attention back to him. Peeking from above, I found that the originally calm trading place suddenly began to have some kind of commotion.

“... Black eats black?"

It's not surprising that this kind of thing happened, and the outsider didn't even show up himself, just hired a few Brudhaven thugs to do the deal, which was a bit too arrogant.

The person in charge of buying the gun had already picked up the "goods" and pointed the gun at the little guys who came to deliver the goods, I don't know what kind of threat they were in, these little guys didn't have the slightest intention of backing down.

Nightwing squinted his eyes and watched closely, the loud argument between the two groups of men he could hear even without the bugging. It seems that if these guys don't get a fixed payment, Red Hood will also kill them, and when you think about the three cases that happened in Gotham, Nightwing doesn't doubt the authenticity of this matter at all.

But this is Brughhaven, and as long as he is there, he will never allow those innocent guys to be involved in this kind of thing as cannon fodder.

He took out a few smoke generators and threw them down, and the thick smoke quickly filled the entire space, burying both groups of people in it. Under the cover of smoke, Nightwing quickly joins the fray, and with a gun in his hand and the Red Hood that he doesn't know where to hide, he must fight quickly.

Nightwing didn't know that his move from the roof down to the alleyway to join the battle had all fallen into the eyes of another peeping person. The thumb of his right hand hesitated on the wrench of the sniper rifle for a long time, and finally moved away:

"Hmph, it's still so naïve"

Nightwing's addition was soon discovered, and the guys who had been battling him for a long time quickly shifted their pace and began to prioritize his attack. Nightwing knew that this geography was not an advantage for him, and once the smoke cleared, he would be targeted by the group.

The result of the slightest distraction was another solid stick on the head. After taking out the guy who had sneaked up on him with a backhand punch, he made the decision to retreat after making sure that the guys in charge of the delivery had all fled.

The smoke generator ran out, and Nightwing pulled out a flashbang and threw it to the ground, blinding everyone with a blinding light.

"Didn't use a smoker, very good"

The man standing in the distance took aim at the guys who were temporarily blind from the sniper rifle, one shot, two shots....

With every slight shot from the muffler, a guy lay on the ground below. After killing all the guys, the man descended into the alleyway with his hook.

Walked past the corpse to the suitcase full of banknotes, crouched down and opened it, made sure that all the contents of the suitcase were genuine, and then closed the suitcase again.

“.. You...."

A guy lying on the ground who was not dead was looking at this demon who suddenly fell from the sky in horror. Before he could finish his words, the "demon" gave him another bullet and successfully shut his mouth completely.

"The deal is done, happy to work with"

Red Hood glanced at the corpses all over the floor, said casually to who he didn't know to talk to, and left with the suitcase containing the money.

Nightwing hid behind a pile of garbage, he didn't know which nerve in his head was hit by the stick just now, he didn't feel like he had enough strength to stand up, and there was a sticky feeling running down his forehead, and he could guess that it was his blood.

Nightwing felt his head a little muddy, he wasn't sure if someone had spotted him, and if he did, it would be bad enough.

He felt someone uncover the disguise he had put on him, and then he might hear someone say:

"Do you expect the rancid smell of garbage to cover up the smell of blood? Stupid bird! ”

And then he didn't know anything.

When he opened his eyes again, Dick blinked his eyes vigorously to make sure he was in his safe house.

“... When did I come back? ”

The sharp pain in his head and the pain in his body made it clear to him that it was definitely not a real dream.

"Are you awake?"

A female voice came from the doorway, and her tone was full of lightness after seeing Dick awake.

"Barbara?"

"Oh, I'm glad you recognized me, if you don't remember me, I'll take you to the hospital"

Barbara said half-jokingly as Dick lay on the bed.

"Why are you here?"

Dick couldn't figure out why Barbara was here.

“... Didn't you call me? ”

Barbara asked a little strangely, and as soon as she received Dick's message, she rushed over, and as soon as she came, she saw Dick, who had already been bandaged and was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Barbara's rhetorical question caused Dick to ponder whether the last memory in his memory was just a hallucination or a real thing.

If true, it would mean that his safe house is now known to a completely unknown guy, and he doesn't even know who he really is, whether he is friend or foe...

"What's wrong? Don't you remember? ”

Barbara came over with a glass of water, and Dick's reaction worried her.

"God knows, maybe I have an invisible guardian angel and it sends me back"

Dick said witticisms, hiding his deep inner turmoil.