When Leo arrived at Wayne Manor the next day, his owner was sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hand, enjoying breakfast.

"It was a wonderful show."

Leo naturally sat down at the table, took the hot tea handed over by Alfred, and spoke to comment on Batman's appearance last night.

Accompanied by countless bats, he sat in the modified armored car in full view of everyone, and then performed a police chase on the highway.

This is simply a movie of a Hollywood blockbuster!

Alfred felt that the movement was too much.

Bruce put down the newspaper, he drove that Batmobile last night, which was an eye-opener for the Gotham Police Department, so to speak.

The gang of cops had arrested a lot of bikers, mobs, and chased those powerful muscle cars around most of the city.

But who the has seen someone drive an armored car onto the road?

Artillery machine guns, autopilot, and a sturdy casing that blocks the bombardment of bazookas......

When several police cars surrounded Batman's car on the viaduct, the police officers present did not have the slightest sense of security, and they even thought that they were surrounded by the other party.

So when the old housekeeper saw the chase picture broadcast on the news, it was inevitable that he would have to nag a few more words.

Batman has been a bit too showy lately, which isn't necessarily a good thing.

"Alfred is right, haven't you ever thought about what it means to be a Batfreak who wears Kevlar armor, has all sorts of high-tech gadgets in his hands, and even runs around the streets in an armored car?"

Leo took a sip of tea and asked himself: "He means that behind Batman, there should be strong financial resources and a scientific research team to support him." ”

"There's always going to be someone who recognizes the problem, Bruce, maybe the Gotham Police Department is incompetent enough, but there's never a shortage of smart people in this city."

"That's a real problem."

Bruce's face was calm and did not show any annoyance.

According to his character, there must be a safe solution.

When it comes to hiding his identity, Batman does a much better job than a guy with a green hood.

"Arkham Asylum has been temporarily closed, and Gordon has discovered that Dr. Klein and his minions have been poisoning Gotham's water supply."

Instead of continuing to talk in depth about identity, Bruce turned to the aftermath of Arkham Asylum.

Jonathan Klein, the doctor with the scarecrow as his logo, has become delirious and worthless because he has inhaled too much fear gas.

Although he was supposed to face multiple charges, including illegally conducting live experiments, Klein had a nervous breakdown and was confined to Arkham Asylum awaiting recovery.

As for the matter of poisoning the city's water supply system, the Gotham Police Department has not yet found a clue.

James Gordon had asked Leo for help, but the senior of the Celestial Eye Society did not intend to involve the other party in the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

This is already beyond the scope of the Gotham Police Department, and there is no need to affect more people.

"I've confirmed with Lucius that the Wayne Group did lose a microwave transmitter two weeks ago."

Bruce's expression was a little solemn, and these seemingly unconnected fragmentary clues all proved that what Leo said before was extremely credible.

The Shadow Warriors Alliance is indeed secretly plotting a plot to destroy Gotham, as the ninja master said!

Let the city be reborn from destruction!

"Do you think Falcone has anything to do with the Shadow Warrior Alliance?"

Bruce remembered Leo's inference last night and couldn't help but be a little interested.

The Roman, who once ruled Gotham, has kept a low profile since his return to the city.

The gangster forces who had been paying close attention to it were slightly relieved of the big stone in their hearts after seeing that Falcone had just returned to his old mansion on the outskirts of Gotham to recuperate, and even refused the pleading pleas of a group of family members.

Maybe this once mighty and domineering, but now aging lion, really just can't resist homesickness and wants to return to his homeland to retire?

Gradually, most people have come to agree with this reason.

After all, Falcone is indeed old, although he still maintains his majestic bearing, but the gray hair on his temples, his slightly rickety waist, and the wrinkles on his face are full of wind and frost marks.

These seem to be silently telling that the invincible Romans have bowed their heads and admitted defeat in the face of the cruel years, and their ambitions have been exhausted.

"A certain detective said that if you eliminate all impossibilities, the rest will be the truth."

Leo put down the teacup and said with a faint smile: "Falcone chose to return to Gotham at this critical juncture, not to mention what the purpose is, just such a move is doubtful. ”

"You smashed the Black Mask gang and dismantled his rule on Naho Island, but who is the biggest beneficiary? As far as I know, the Falcone family had re-settled on Naho Island two days ago. ”

"If we continue to deduce along this line of thinking, when the Maroni family falls and the Penguins temporarily retire, who will the Shadow Warrior Alliance rely on?"

After listening to Leo's reasoning, Bruce nodded slightly.

He just didn't look at the Romans before, but now that he thinks about it, the other party is very suspicious.

Originally, Gotham was under the control of the three underworld families, and it was a turbulent pool of turbid stagnant water, but after being swept away by Leo and Batman, it was easy to see a clue.

Whatever Falcone wanted to do, he must have some kind of secret connection to the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

"So what do you want to do?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow, as if he had already thought of a countermeasure.

"Of course, I came to visit."

Leo tapped his fingers on the tabletop and replied with a smile on his lips.

The two looked at each other, then nodded to each other.

…………

Falcone's mansion, located on the outskirts of Gotham.

It doesn't have a vast area like Wayne Manor, with huge castles standing.

It's just an ordinary old house, with traces of age visible on the mottled brick walls, lush trees all around, and a unique fountain in the center of the courtyard.

Walk through the open courtyard and through the long corridors, flanked by solid wood doors that hide different secrets and pasts.

Following the designated route, the end is a heavy gate made of walnut with delicate lace patterns and enamel.

When you open the door, you will find a spacious study with tall bookshelves lined with books of all kinds.

Most of them are works of world history, with a few musical texts and scores, and the rest are religious philosophy and financial doctrine.

On the other side of the wall is a fireplace, where the carpet and sofa are lit by a blazing fire, and above which hang portraits of the Falcone family, whose owners have stood or sat with majesty.

"Sophia, my daughter, how are you doing?"

A soft voice rang out.

Behind the solid wood desk, sat an old man with gray temples.

He is still dressed in a well-fashioned handmade suit, with cufflinks and brooches missing, his hair meticulously combed, and he sits in a straight posture that does not fit his age.

Like a portrait hanging on the wall, the old man's calm posture is full of majesty and extraordinary bearing.

Roman!

Gotham's former ruler!