Unlike the bustling villas, the small woods on the island were quiet like the calm before a storm, and two men in security uniforms lay in front of a modest warehouse, with a tape recorder in front of the walkie-talkie scattered around, and the words "everything is normal" would be played every minute on average. The door to the warehouse was wide open, and a loud noise could be heard coming from inside, mixed with a disjointed female voice.

Batgirl sat casually on a pipe, watching the sunset outside through the small window, humming happily while paying attention to the time in her hands.

It was used to store coal, firewood and other energy sources when the island was still used to hold prisoners, and later became the main distribution room when there was electricity, and the noise of the huge diesel generator did not affect her good mood at the moment.

"Oh! It's almost time..... 10、9、8、7、6、5、4、3、2、1!”

As soon as the words fell, a bat-like thing on the diesel generator flashed red a few times, then there was a bang, and then the huge machine let out an overwhelmed roar and slowly stopped working. As the loud noise stopped, the entire island was instantly plunged into pitch black.

"Batgirl has completed the first phase of the project"

Batgirl connected the communicator in her ear and reported the results to the other party.

"Understand"

When the time for action was about to arrive, Nightwing hid in the main engine room of the monitoring room, and when the entire island lost light, it quickly implanted the prepared video into the disk of the surveillance screen. He had to be fast, and there would be a backup power supply in the monitoring room.

After he did all this, he quickly left the main room before the power was turned on again, and left the chaotic room to the outer wall by means of darkness, and after carefully searching among the many windows on the wall, he took out his hook gun and aimed at one of the windows, and quickly came to the windowsill of this window with the power of the hook claw.

The occupants of the house seemed to be aware of his actions, and opened the window from the inside as soon as his foot landed on the windowsill.

"Give, the second phase of the task is completed"

Nightwing handed the other party a set of packages and reported on his results. The people in the house took the package handed to him by Nightwing and quickly changed into Batman's uniform:

"Go find the kids"

"What about you?"

Without answering Nightwing's question, Batman turned and left the room, quickly disappearing into the dark hallway.

"Okay"

Nightwing was accustomed to his behavior, shrugged his shoulders and walked towards Jason's signal.

The power outage didn't last long, and the backup power was quickly switched on, but because the backup power reserve was not very sufficient, only the surveillance and some necessary lighting equipment were restored in the entire villa, and this dimly lit space was more suitable for Nightwing and their movements.......

"There's a power outage?"

Himmler was sitting in his study and had just finished reporting to the person on the other end of the computer via the satellite network. Wayne's reaction was completely unexpected, and there was nothing to worry about, so he was relieved to leave him alone in that room, so that he could think slowly, and the line couldn't be pulled too tightly when fishing, right?

After doing this kind of thing for a long time, Himmler had no doubt about how low the bottom line of humanity really was.

Nothing stimulates the bestiality of man more than a closed environment, and man is inherently a social animal, with an instinctive desire for power and domination over others. Without the constraints of social morality and without legal risks, would anyone resist the temptation to control the life and death of others?

The answer is – no!

This is the reason why prisons and schools run in close terms are more likely to undergo this kind of social class reclassification than elsewhere.

In a closed environment, no one can escape the temptation to control the life and death of others... No one......

Even if Bruce. Wayne was a tough nut to crack, and Himmler wasn't worried at all, getting something out of the scarecrow's hands that had never failed so far.

The power outage came too suddenly, and the noise outside the door sounded exceptionally clear in the dark space, and for some reason Himmler suddenly remembered the words of that day:

"You don't know anything about Batman, and by the time you notice him, it's already time for him to start closing the net"

Thankfully, the temporary power was soon turned on, and the light dispelled the inexplicable fear in the darkness, but it did not calm Himmler's beating heart.

Quickly turned the computer back on and connected to the surveillance network of the entire island......

Because the backup power supply is insufficient, the surveillance screen is very dark as a whole, but all surveillance cameras have night vision capabilities, so although the picture is very dark, it can still be seen clearly.

Every room, every nook and cranny seemed normal, and the 'guests' seemed a little flustered, but his well-trained service staff must have been able to calm them well, and the warehouse where the generators were placed looked normal, and the places where the 'goods' were kept were normal...... It's normal???

Just outside his door, there were those chaotic footsteps, why was there nothing in the surveillance??!!

Although it looks a little panicked, if you look closely, this is a slightly chaotic scene when all the guests first enter the place, but the screen is dimmed.......

After picking up the phone and calling the perimeter security personnel, he received even more frightening news that the security personnel in the main power room were missing.

“.... You don't know anything about Batman...."

The mechanically synthesized voice rang in Himmler's ears again.

The window facing the desk was suddenly blown by the wind and there was a distinct crashing sound, which frightened Himmler into jumping out of his chair.

After staring at the window for a long time, he took out the pistol in the drawer and moved it carefully, and after searching carefully and finding nothing, he closed the window and thought.

The moment he turned around, a strong hand grabbed his neck tightly and lifted him up, and then he was thrown to the floor like a rag.

“.... Cough.... Phew....."

After a few deep breaths, Himmler finally filled his lungs with air again.

When Himmler finally breathed a sigh of relief, a pair of pitch-black boots in his line of sight slowly alternated towards him, stopping less than thirty centimeters away from him, and a huge shadow under the dim light enveloped Himmler's whole person, and then a hoarse voice sounded from the top of his head like a felt cloth covered with sand:

"Himmler. Pisk, I need you to answer a few questions"

Himmler's gaze slowly moved upwards along the sculptural calves until it rested on the face that was largely obscured by a dark mask.

By the way, how do the criminals of Gotham describe him?

Evil? Cruel? Tough?

No...... It's fear!

"You don't know anything about Batman"

Once again, a harsh, cold mechanical synthesized sound rang in Himmler's ears.....................