Red Hood stood on the top of the hill and looked through the scope of a sniper rifle at the chase unfolding on the road around the mountain not far away.

"Idiot"

He knew that the "prey" who was being chased had no possibility of getting rid of the "hound" behind him.

He knows very well how strong the performance of the Batmobile is, and after so many years, he is afraid that it has been transformed to become even stronger, and it is impossible to get rid of it once it is targeted.

"Useless waste"

It seems that this plan is going to fail again, and the batch of goods that have been hijacked will fall into the hands of Batman again.

How many times has this been? With his knowledge of Batman, it was indeed easy for him to get rid of his tracking, but even he was not confident that he would be able to break free after being bitten by the tail of the nocturnal bat.

The most important thing besides the mind is that you need a transport that is comparable to the Batmobile, so that you can make sure that you get rid of the "hound" when you find it, but this kind of thing is not easy to find.

Red Hood looked at the cargo vehicle in the scope that was supposed to belong to him, and was successfully squeezed by the black sedan-type tank to the edge of a cliff at a turn and successfully turned into a seesaw, his elaborate robbery plan tonight was completely failed, and Red Hood wisely chose to abandon the operation.

I went back to my room and pulled up all the information about the automotive industry from my computer, but I only looked at it twice and turned it all off.

Every part on the Batmobile is custom-made, and there are very few parts in the world that can produce such parts, and there are only Wayne Enterprises. Both the strength and wear resistance have reached the military-grade standard or even higher.

In Lucius's R&D department, there is a team dedicated to developing various equipment for Bruce, and if you want to obtain materials of the same level as the Batmobile to assemble a car of your own, you can only go to the attention of Wayne Enterprises...... Or.......

Jason stared at the news on his computer about Brughhaven Vigilante Nightwing, squinting at what he wasn't thinking.

Dick returned to his safe house after a night patrol, dried himself with a towel and threw his tired body directly into the bed, lying on the bed and struggling to free himself from the tights, tonight's chase was really enough to drain his physical strength, more tiring than beating ten guys at the same time, but fortunately, he managed to catch these guys, and he could breathe a sigh of relief in a short time.

There was another thunderclap outside the window, and it seemed that the rain would not be small tonight, which was also common for Brughhaven, and the thought that he would have to write a report tomorrow and hand it to the head of the police station, Dick's head ached. Eventually, I fell asleep amid thunder, dripping rain, and headaches.

The rain grew heavier and turned into a downpour, loud enough to drown out the gunshots around the corner of the alley.

Red Hood retracted the still smoking gun into its holster and glanced at the body of the man lying on the ground. The corpse's eyes were wide open in disbelief as if he was seeing what he was seeing, and the bullet passed through the camera in his hand and into his forehead, red blood gushing from the hole in his forehead.

The sound of the gunfire was drowned out by the loud sound of rain, and the thick smell of blood was washed away by the huge amount of rain. Red Hood looked up at the open window, then walked over to the nearest drainage shaft, lifted the manhole cover, and jumped down with the rushing water.

The rainstorm quickly washed away all the evidence of the man's visit, and no one knew what had happened here.

Dick was woken up in the morning by the sound of a rapid cell phone, and in a daze, he opened his eyes and took a closer look at the time, which was still an hour before his normal wake-up time.

Picking up the phone to connect the phone, the grumpy voice of the head of the small police station he belonged to came from inside, successfully freeing Dick from sleepiness completely.

"Dick! There's a body found near your residence, go check it out! ”

Dick hurriedly put on his uniform, took his badge and rushed to the scene of the crime, where his colleagues in charge of the crime had already surrounded the scene.

Dick squeezed through the crowd, the body had been carried away, and the rainstorm had washed away all traces of last night's rain, leaving little blood.

"Who is the deceased?"

Dick inquired with a police officer who knew him well.

"Henry. Matthew, that paparazzi reporter"

Henry. Matthew was a very well-known paparazzi reporter at Bloomhaven, but of course it wasn't a positive reputation. This guy does everything to dig into other people's privacy, maliciously guides the interviewee in the interview, and then takes the interview content out of context, wantonly mixed with enough incitement to enter it, in addition, this guy often uses what he has on hand to blackmail, Nightwing stared at him for a long time, and also broke him several times, this guy recently targeted Nightwing, has been trying to dig out Nightwing's true face, he was killed in this place....

"What did he get in his camera?"

Dick had a hunch that this guy had come here with him, or with Nightwing.

"I don't know, the camera was broken, the memory card inside disappeared, we guess he may have filmed a crime scene, and then was killed, the bullet passed through the camera and hit the eyebrows directly, killing him on the spot"

The policeman gestured and pointed to his eyebrows.

"A shot?"

"Yes, by the way, Dick, don't you live around here? Didn't you hear anything last night? ”

“... No, no, it rained too much last night."

"Also, you have a better security environment here, who would have thought that this kind of thing would happen"

Dick wasn't at all interested in his colleague's analytical conversations, he was just analyzing the clues from what he had just heard.

The bullet passed through the camera just enough to pierce the eyebrows, so at that time Henry. Matthew must have been filming something. Dick looked up at his own window, which was open and slit, and fell into deep thought.

Dick was worried all day, and until he got home in the evening, he didn't receive anything like "I know who you really are, let's talk".

Everyone was speculating that Henry had captured something that shouldn't have been filmed, but Dick was 80% sure that the guy was probably filming Nightwing entering his room.

"Maybe I really have a guardian angel...."

The blackmailer didn't come, life has to go on, Nightwing still has to go on to travel and have to "work" every night, and the location of the night watch tonight is a bit far from his residence, but it's not too far from his secret parking lot, just drive the motorcycle there and make a bag by the way.

It's just that when Dick changes into Nightwing's costume and goes down the sewer directly below the building where his car is hidden, he discovers that his beloved motorcycle is missing..........

Dick looked at the empty parking lot, memories twitching out of the corners of his eyes, making sure he had indeed parked his motorcycle back here. For some reason, almost instantly, Dick thought of the guy who had killed Henry.

"Looks like this 'guardian angel' isn't free....."