Wayne Manor, which burned down during the Narrow Island War, was an entire complex, so its rebuilding would last a year, if not longer, during which time Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham, had to live in a room in the Wayne Mansion with his old housekeeper.

Frankly, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, Wayne Building, a building in the center of the city, is indeed tall and ornate enough, but it is too noisy, and the people are not conducive to concealment, and after almost being spotted several times, Bruce Wayne finally made up his mind.

He rebuilt a bat cave in another hidden place, but only as a replacement, of course.

At midnight, the Batmobile, which had turned on stealth mode, silently swept through the remote streets that had long been deserted, and in the darkness it was like a deeper shadow flowing through the air, and it was hard to imagine that the huge tires of this armored car, which resembled a tank, would run over the ground silently.

It's not silent, it's just like a regular sedan, but for its unique size, it's the perfect stealth mode.

"Click"

The car's shell slid outward, revealing a complex interface of buttons and displays, out of which Bruce Wayne in a batsuit stumbled, staggering and reaching for his ribs as he jumped off the ground.

There, there was a blood-glittering wound, as if he had been scratched by a sharp weapon, and it was hard to imagine that he would be scratched to such an extent while wearing a second-generation batsuit with super protection.

Seeing that Bruce was injured, Alfred hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand, walked over quickly, and grabbed Bruce's arm,

"What's going on?"

The old butler asked in astonishment, and he examined his wounds carefully, and whispered, "Do I think that anyone in this city can injure you like this, or do you want to rush into their encirclement?"

"No, Afu, no. ”

Bruce took off his batsuit with difficulty, the wounds under his ribs looked even more hideous, and his back and chest were covered with all kinds of scars, like a veteran of a hundred battles in the era of cold weapons, which made people look shocking.

Heroes aren't that easy to do, especially in a city like Gotham, where villains grit their teeth at the last minute and try to die with him by all means, and the end result of sticking to the rules is that he often has to suffer a lot of injuries that could have been avoided.

In less than two months, he was covered in wounds.

"I've taken care of the wound, help me stitch it up, Ah Fu. ”

Bruce leaned back in his chair shirtless, Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, turned on the basement lights, and then took the sutures and began to stitch up the wound, in the process, Bruce's face was always a little bad.

As his wound was stitched up, his mind was pondering another question over and over again.

"Ah Fu, a new enemy has appeared in this city..."

He muttered to himself, "Mutants, it's still a gang, and when I was chasing them, I heard them contacting each other on their phones, and it could be a new criminal organization." ”

"Uh..."

The pain from under his ribs made him snort, and then he saw Alfred breathe a sigh of relief when he took off his glasses,

"Young master, you know, the last step of stitching is always painful, by the way, you just said mutants?"

The old butler sat back in his place, took a sip of hot coffee,

"No, mutants don't appear in Gotham, the base camp of radical mutants is in the South, and the moderates are near New York, Gotham lacks the foundation of mutant organization, and the previous mayor also launched a secret expulsion operation, in short, this is probably a forbidden area for mutants. ”

"But I met, Ah Fu!"

Bruce touched the wound that had been cut by the blade with his arm, and said with a grin, "In the dark, there is a guy who can turn his arms into weapons, he sneaks up at close range, and his martial arts are terrible, but the blade comes unexpectedly, and in the end they run away." ”

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the dim light above him.

"It's a failed hunt, but what I'm most concerned about right now is, what are these mutants doing in Gotham?"

Looking at his appearance, Alfred was heartbroken and proud, the young master who once needed his protection was now an adult, and he was carrying out a career that would make him great, but the distressing thing was that if he continued like this, his physical functions would be seriously damaged by these minor injuries.

Alfred didn't want to see the last of the Wayne family's descendants end up in pain, so he persuaded,

"Young Master, I'm not trying to stop you from maintaining the righteousness in your heart, but you are a mortal, you have limits, and sometimes, you need to stop and rest, and then hit the road again. ”

Bruce shook his hand, tilting his head to look at the black batsuit hanging next to him, at the black helmet that was on the table.

"I have limits... I know, but he doesn't! He shouldn't have limits... Okay, Ah Fu, I'll rest, don't worry, this time it's not perfunctory for you..."

"DiDi Di Di"

The sudden ringing of the bell interrupted the conversation between the two people, Alfred got up and took out his mobile phone, and when he saw the number, he couldn't help but look up at Bruce, and then turned it on, amplified it, and then put it on the table, he asked while drinking coffee,

"Ah, Mr. Cyber, how was your trip to New York?"

"Uh... For your age, you need a healthier routine, oh, by the way, is Bruce here?"

Cyber went straight to the point, and this made Ah Fu cry and laugh a little, Bruce coughed lightly and agreed,

"I'm here, Seber, what's the matter with you?"

"You went out on a chivalrous walk tonight, did you meet a few mutants, and fought with them, did you?"

Bruce's expression immediately became subtle, and he muttered for a moment,

"Well, yes, but I'm curious, how do you know. ”

"It's very simple, their accomplices were killed by me, this bitch wants to sneak up on me, I need you to help me, I just went to the Bat Cave, but it looks like it's been idle for a while, so, where do I go to find you now?"

Bruce pursed his lips, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief,

"Shall I go find you, right in your villa?"

"Okay! I'll wait for you. ”

The call was interrupted, and Bruce and Afu glanced at each other, seeing the thoughts in each other's eyes.

"So, the target of these mutants is actually him?"

Bruce rubbed his chin, "Looks like I've got to go out tonight." ”

"Well, I think you'd better go out. ”

Ah Fu reached out and took out a data memory card from the drawer and threw it to Bruce, "This is what Lucius gave me 2 hours ago, you must be interested." ”

The old butler put down the cup in his hand and stretched,

"Your little friend instigated a group of dock workers from Narrow Island, led by the Devil's Gang, to rush into Narrow Island, which is now being occupied by two gangsters, and it took less than one and a half hours to defeat the two gangs with their superiority in firepower and numbers. ”

"They used some weapons that were not so "proper". ”

Ah Fu turned and walked towards the gate, he waved his hand back,

"I think they've actually done a good thing, and I think what Cyber said makes sense, an old man like me really needs a healthier routine, my young master, bring your own key, I'm going to rest." ”

On the other side, looking at the images of bloody conflicts like the Middle East wars dancing on the screen of his mobile phone, Bruce Wayne's face became quite ugly, especially when he saw Cyber himself destroy the third floor of the building with a grenade launcher, and the flames flashing in his eyes almost jumped out.

Moments later, his silent batsuit jumped into the Batmobile and disappeared into the not-so-cloudy night of Gotham.

Cyber sat on the first floor of the villa, and Daddy and Robin were already resting, still wearing that black trench coat, and sitting like a sculpture 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 sneak attacker had been thrown into the sea, he reached out and picked up one of the bone spurs, put it in front of his eyes and looked closely, the darkness could no longer stop his gaze, the saber-toothed tiger's ability to devour gave him additional night vision.

In his eyes, every line on the black bone spur was even clearly visible.

This thing has a paralyzing function, he felt it when he was hit just now, it should be a biological anesthetic, and this thing is extremely strong, it takes a lot of effort for him to carve marks on it with a knife, but the conical bone spurs are difficult to throw with ordinary methods.

In other words, it is likely that the diminutive mutant made it with his own abilities, and then used his own abilities to shoot it out, and used it to sneak attack at close range, which is simply unaware.

"These mutants... It's really tricky. ”

Cyber snorted and threw the bone spur on the table, his eyes closed, the fingers of his left hand jumping lightly on the scabbard placed on the table, his breathing became even, as if he had entered a special state, and after a moment, he turned his head to look at the specially opened window.

"I knew you couldn't learn to get through the door. ”

By the window, a black-clad Batman dancing in the wind was already standing silently, his armor had been significantly transformed, thicker and stronger than before, the black bat insignia on his chest was more conspicuous, the helmet and armor were seamlessly connected, and several hooks were added to the wide metal belt to hold the claw gun and other gadgets.

He stood there, with the night as the background, and he looked at Cyber in front of him and whispered,

"Why incite those workers to go to dangerous places?"

Cyber made a headache gesture as he pulled out a few pieces of paper from the couch next to him with scribbled strokes, and he placed them on the table and motioned for Batman to sit across from him.

"This is over, and I hope that the "good" relationship between us will not crack because of this incident. ”

Cyber pursed his lips, looking at the serious gaze of Batman sitting opposite, he sighed and made a gesture of surrender, "Okay, I didn't inform you in advance, it's my fault, but I talked to Director Gordon about this matter, and he agreed, otherwise why wouldn't there be even a single police officer patrolling around the narrow island tonight?"

"Gordon is a good man, you and I know, he is in a state of flux, the people don't trust him, he needs to do something to prove his ability, and I, too, am very unhappy with the bastards who occupy the narrow island, even if it is you, I think you will "punish" them in your own way. ”

Cyber spread his hands and placed them on the couch, he put his finger on his forehead and tapped it lightly,

"I just helped you do what you wanted... So, no thanks!"

"If I had to say that I was doing something wrong, it was probably putting innocent people in danger, but if you think about it, when we are in danger, we can't wait for a hero to save us forever, so at the end of the day, we have to learn to save ourselves, don't we?"

"You, Batman, can you save everyone?"

"Bang"

His collar was grabbed at this moment, his body was lifted upward, and Batman's eyes were staring at him,

"I'll punish them, yes, but I'm not going to gamble with other people's lives, and you, you never value life, and you have endless fallacies!

Cyber's eyes were calm.