Tim crouched behind a wooden crate, relying on his hearing to guess what was going on around him in the choking smoke. The audible footsteps range from the noisy and cluttered to the sporadic sound of favorable footsteps that the club's guests must have all been evacuated.

The sharp pain reminded him that his unhealed ribs and leg bones were overwhelmed by the reckless response he had just made.

He was careless, and he was completely unaware that someone else had invaded the club. Who? What purpose? What he did was just a fortuitous coincidence? Or is it using yourself to divert the target?

Thinking back to all the security personnel who had been suddenly transferred before, it was too easy for me to invade.

If all this is just a coincidence, what is the purpose of the other party? The explosion did cause a lot of panic at first, but after a closer inspection, it was found that nothing more than the power transmission equipment and firefighting equipment were blown up, and the current leaking from the broken wires made a sizzling sound in the humid environment, making it all look so terrifying.

The explosives were so cleverly installed that Tim heard only five explosions, but they disabled the entire club's power transmission system. This guy who operates in the shadows is clearly familiar with the structure here.

The construction of the explosives is also very interesting, even with the large amount of water vapor from the broken water pipes and broken spraying device, the air is filled with a large amount of choking dust, and in terms of destructive power, judging by the two explosion marks found by Tim, they are not too destructive. In other words, this bomb is what is used to divert people's attention.

So what is your role here? It was inadvertently implicated... Or is it being taken advantage of...

Tim pondered his course of action, the timing of his entry was too appropriate, the important public corridor connecting the two areas was completely unoccupied when he arrived; When I went below to look for clues, there happened to be a problem above; While he was stunned by the two security guards in charge of surveillance, there was this distracting explosion above. I have to say that the timing of all this is too good.

What is the purpose of the other party? Distract the people here, what do you want to come in? Same purpose as yourself? Or is it to expose his existence?

If it's the latter one, I have to say that he has succeeded.

Tim looked up at the ceiling, the building was a product of the modern era, and the air circulation in the room relied on the advanced central air-conditioning system. There aren't many places where this thin tin thing can hide people, and it can't even move inside itself due to sound problems. Even if he managed to barely enter the main tunnel with his own body, the extent of the damage would have cut off his retreat route.

Tonight's action, of course, was not reckless. He had already arranged several plans, from entering to retreating, judging the number of security guards who had been stationed here for a long time through his observation of this club, Tim had already imagined how he would retreat after being discovered, but his plan did not include being used as bait by others.

He was too careless, the guys caused by the explosion were far from these security personnel who were usually stationed here, I am afraid that they were the forces of the owners behind the scenes, just like the independently guarded room underground.

The other party also realized that the bombs were nothing more than bluffing, and soon immediately launched a large-scale search of the club's interior. The guys who just confronted him were the ones who caused the pain in his injured bones.

"Cut! I knew the suit was coming! ”

The best way to be in such a chaotic state is of course to mix the guests and leave, he is not worried that his identity will be revealed, in order to ensure the privacy of the guests, this club adopts an exclusive service method, the "guide" and "waiter" are all one-to-one or many-to-one service. In order to ensure that their position is not threatened, these people also compete with each other, so they have no idea how many guests have come. And the security guards who patrol may not even see the guests in person.

There are not many people who really know how many guests are coming tonight, and even if they find out, they can solve this problem by sneaking out and breaking in without permission.

Tim finally knows why Bruce loves the Gotham Baby mask so much, it's damn good sometimes!

But there was no such thing in his prediction, and he never thought of leaving as a guest in the first place.

A piece of rubble was kicked and rolled a few times, falling from its original position with a slight thud that pulled Tim's attention away from his thoughts. The sound of footsteps from far and near made his bones gradually lose their pain, because the brain's attention was all focused on hearing to judge who was coming? Or is it that at the critical moment, the increase in adrenaline paralyzes the pain, the real reason is no longer within Tim's current consideration, clenching the long stick in his hand and listening to the sound of a violent but steady heartbeat, the first priority now for the brain to make a judgment is how many people are coming, their weapons, and how to hit them or retreat......

With a gunshot, the last guy managed to fall down and swallow his breath, and put the pistol back in its holster, and Jason made his way to the exit while holding the phone from the corpse and calling the Gotham police officers who were in charge of cleaning up the aftermath.

After walking a few steps, he seemed to think of something and stopped, the red hood covering his face made it unclear what he was thinking at the moment, but the hand that had been tapping his side irritably pointed out his mood at the moment.

Eventually, Jason turned around again and walked through the small door through which the group had come out........

Tim gasped and stared at the guys in front of him, things in his line of sight had begun to ghost, and he couldn't avoid the hit on his head just now, and now it seemed that he was starting to have some after-effects that he didn't want to see.

The injury to the bone of one leg had reduced his agility a lot, and several places in his leg and arm had been grazed by bullets, and now it was turning into a burning sensation.

What to do? Damn it.

Tim's brain, which had already begun to strike, was trying to figure out how to get out of this predicament.

The opposition also seemed to take notice of Thiem's form, and they began to abandon their conservative defense in favor of a more aggressive attack.

[I'm coming!] 】

It was the only thing Tim was aware of in his brain.

With a gunshot rang out, the guy who had rushed to the front lost his balance and fell, and Tim's blurred vision seemed to see these shifting his target to the side.

Everyone raised their guns and seemed to keep shooting at someone, but after a few blows, they fell one by one.

[Who?] Batman? Or the police? Probably neither, friend or foe? 】

Tim struggled to lift his eyelids, which were about to close, to see the future clearly, but all that came into his eyelids was a pair of brown biker boots.

【... I think I've seen it somewhere]

The brain gives the final command and loses consciousness completely.

“.... Let this layman be an assistant, I really don't know if you are too confident in yourself or too arrogant, old bat! ”

Looking at the "baby bird" who had completely fainted on the ground, Jason finally picked him up and took him away from the almost ruined place and walked in the direction he came.

When he walked into the underground parking lot, he threw the person in his hand to the ground, causing a muffled snort from the unconscious man.

“.... Hum! It's really scarred... It's ugly enough."

Looking at Tim's state lying on the ground, Jason was really a little dissatisfied. This kind of guy is actually the person who replaces himself? Too weak, too stupid, to understand what Bruce is looking for an assistant by what standard!

"The older I get, the more confused I get!"

The sound of breaking through the air behind him made the vigilant Jason quickly dodge. The dart's familiar track made it so that he didn't even need to turn back to know that it was that person!

"Did you do that?"

Bruce, who hurried over, looked at Tim's condition lying on the ground, and his heart almost skipped a beat. The dart was thrown and the red hood was successfully removed from Tim's position. Taking advantage of this moment, he crossed between Tim and Jason.

"Let me ask you again, is this what you did?"

Batman's voice sounded emotionless, but at the moment it conveyed irrepressible anger from this stereotyped and untoned voice.

Red Hood stood there and watched him for a moment, then turned to leave. Batman had no intention of letting him leave again, and threw out several capture darts with ropes and flew in the direction of Red Hood. The Red Hood, who was already familiar with all of his modes of action, dodged the dart's trajectory at the last moment, and threw a smoke bomb on the ground.

Batman quickly switches the mask's function to infrared, trying to find the shadow through the smoke, but finds nothing.

"Is there electromagnetic interference?"

Ignoring the red hood, which had disappeared, Bruce crouched down to take a closer look at Tim's condition, slightly relieved when he was sure that Tim wasn't too problematic.

The sirens of police cars can already be heard in the distance, and now it is time to retreat......