"Buzz"

"The flight from Mexico City to Gotham City is about to land, please passengers..."

The sweet voice of the flight attendant echoes in the cabin, always making some men think about it, but for others, these existences are meaningless.

There are always people whose world is very emotional, and after the lack of some necessary things, the world is incomplete, and it will not be attractive anymore.

Catherine leaned back in her chair, looking indifferently at the scenery outside the window that became real, Gotham... She's back, and this city is so nostalgic, because for the first time in her life, this is the place where she feels warmth and love, and this is where her best memories are placed.

But on the other hand, the city is so disgusting, because here, she has also lost a lot, and only one of the people closest to her life is still here, and every time she returns, Catherine can almost relive that inner pain.

"Little sister, I see that you are in pain, do you need help?"

A man in a suit and leather shoes, handsome and chic, and a man with the style of a successful person, after the plane stopped, naturally walked over to set up, he had observed Catherine for a long time, and in his professional eyes, Catherine's temperament clearly showed that this was the heir of a big family.

This kind of little girl who is not deeply involved in the world is the best to deceive, after all, he is a professional in this area.

Catherine didn't even look at him, which made the handsome guy who made the flight attendant's eyes glow a little along the way, and just as he was about to say the second sentence, eight strong men in suits and sunglasses stood around Catherine's seat at the same time, and there was a slightly philistine, rude, with a thick gold chain, who looked like he was in his 30s.

"Take him down and stab him three times in the face. ”

Lewis's eyes were vicious, he could see at a glance what this cream boy wanted to do, he waved his hand, and the panicked man wanted to leave quickly, but was pinched by three strong men and forced out of the cabin.

"Catherine, are you in a bad mood?"

Lewis asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go back to the villa and rest first?"

"No, Lewis, let's go straight to Daddy and go back to New York in the afternoon. ”

Catherine wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I don't want to go back to that villa, there is no Seber, there is no Daddy, there is no Kevin, there is nothing, there is just a house, there is not a home..."

30 minutes later, Gotham Cemetery, at this time, at this time, this cemetery is very quiet, there are not too many people here, Catherine is standing in front of the tombstone, looking at the erected cross in front of her, and the name of Daddy, no epitaph, no life, nothing, simple and painful, but judging from the traces in front of this tombstone, there are often people here to clean.

"Dad, I'm back to see you, I'm sorry I haven't been here for the past 2 years... I'm actually quite scared to see you. ”

Catherine put the bouquet of flowers she was holding in her hand in front of her father's grave, 14 years old, she was slim, she was already 165 tall, wearing a white sweatshirt, leggings, leather boots, no dress, no makeup, not even a trace of extra jewelry, a long blond hair draped behind her, the only thing that was incongruous was the hammerhead shark bag she was carrying, which was already a little old.

Lewis and the others stood far away, ensuring that no one came to disturb Catherine, as the immediate family of Daddy, Cyber and Kevin, in today's increasingly powerful Devil Gang system, Catherine is a well-deserved little princess, Harvey's character determines that he cannot be contaminated with the power of the Devil Gang, and a group of old people led by Lewis fully support this heir with an increasingly cold personality.

The restless ones have been killed by Cyber's own hands, and after the "bloody night" in Gotham, this slightly immature gang has been given a soul and faith, and now, three years later, it has become a real power group, at least in Mexico, they are the deservedly big guys.

The Gotham Gang's $800 million was money they couldn't earn in their lifetime three years ago, but now, the Devils have almost monopolized two-thirds of the arms trade in Mexico, and their income exceeds this figure in half a year, and now they have become the unreachable behemoth of the Gotham Gang.

The little princess's hand slid gently over the tombstone in front of her, and she whispered,

"We're rich, Dad, we're getting more and more people, Xavi is a very good manager, and even though his face is horrible, I know he's actually a very nice guy to work with. ”

"Kevin and Sergey are still in Central City, and they may never wake up for the rest of their lives. ”

"Cyber hasn't been found yet, Harvey said he won't die, and I also believe that he won't die so easily, how can someone like him be killed by a madman. ”

"I'm fine in New York, and I've found Selena, the glamorous little slut who came to us, guess what she's doing now?"

Catherine seemed to remember something pleased, and she grinned,

"She gave up the degree she got and started stealing things everywhere again, just like Cyber said, she should be a "Miss Thief" in her life, instead of learning from others to go to school, she has adventurous blood in her bones, by the way, she also got herself a dress and named herself "Catwoman", very stupid, Chinese right?"

"I know she's imitating Cyber and Bruce... But she's so stupid, she'll never be them. ”

"Poor Gordon eventually came out, and now he is the mighty police chief of Gotham, no one dares to provoke him, and he sent Jimmy and Barbara to school in New York, and I know that he has no feelings for the city anymore. ”

"By the way, Bruce and Rachel went on a trip around the world, they have been married for 3 years, they don't have children yet, and I don't know if they don't want it, or if Bruce is that bastard in the first place... Hehe, I know if I say it, you're going to scold me again..."

As Catherine spoke, tears couldn't help falling, she bent down and gently hugged the tombstone, tears hit the tombstone drop by drop,

"Daddy, I miss you so much..."

"Daddy, I miss you so much. ”

The sky also seemed to feel a girl's sadness, the already cloudy and uncertain weather, at this moment a drizzle fell, Catherine didn't care about this, with the physique of a mutant, she didn't need to worry at all, but the next moment, a shadow blocked her head.

Keeping the sad rain out of the two of them, Catherine looked up and saw Robin, who was also holding a flower and holding an umbrella, compared with 3 years ago, Robin is now more mature and bearded, his eyes were originally indifferent, but at this time, there was a rare tenderness, and there was an extra scar on his face, which was the "gift" he got when he first walked in the dark night of Gotham in his armor.

Gotham doesn't have Batman, but the legend of the Red Devil still lives on in the city, and whenever evil comes back to life, he will show up and crush them.

He put the flower in his hand in front of his father's tombstone, and then put his hand on the top of Catherine's head and rubbed it, which was their favorite way to play with the little girl when they were still there, and in these three years, no one would touch her head anymore.

"Little girl, you're finally back?"

"Woohoo"

Catherine couldn't hold back any longer, she hugged Robin's waist and began to cry, which caused tears in the corners of Robin's eyes, and he gently patted Catherine's shoulder,

"Alright, well, welcome home, little princess of the Christian family. ”

Lewis looked at this scene, this uncle couldn't help but wipe the corners of his eyes, he looked at Robin and Catherine, those two people, who were already the last descendants of the Christian family, thinking of when Kevin and Cyber were there, everyone at that time, Sergey, Steve...

Lewis felt a heat in his eyes, he hurried into the rain, lit a cigarette for himself, and let the tears mixed with the rain flow on his face, the old man's feelings were like this, gentle, silent, but when they burst out, they were equally unbearable.

On the other side, not far from Gotham, in New York, Marbury's Villa, in the basement of this brightly decorated and very modern villa, Tony Stark walked into it in his pajamas.

He snapped his fingers, and the dark basement lit up, and he snorted,

"Jarvis, help me get Tina tomorrow morning, or Mia?Anyway, help me get that woman away tomorrow morning, I'm going to get busy!"

"Understood, the coffee is brewed, now do you need to get to work?"

A nimble metal robotic arm brought Tony a cup of hot coffee, and he took it in his hand, and in the bedroom above his head, on the large bed, a stunner was sleeping after exhaustion, unaware that her desire to hug the thigh of New York's most famous playboy was over before it even began.

As a seasoned playboy, Tony knows exactly who to fall in love with, who to just play with, and not to mention, he has more important things to do right now.

"Well, open the work schedule that wasn't done yesterday!"

Tony said casually, the next moment, on the empty design table in front of him, a large dizzying blue line began to beat rapidly, like a beating neon light, but soon, they were on the design table in front of Tony's eyes, forming a very three-dimensional picture, surrounded by various index indicators, the most important of which was a set of design drawings of a constantly rotating steel armor.

It can be seen that it is not finished yet, and in some details, it is very similar to the set of real objects that Cyber showed him 3 years ago, but Tony boldly changed it into the design he wanted, but it is no exaggeration to say that in this current era when the military has always paid attention to the power of weapons, Cyber's suit of armor has opened a new door for Tony.

"According to the data of experimental simulations, even the most powerful micro engine currently available will not provide enough energy for this armor, especially if you have a strong desire to be able to fly..."

Tony's newly created electronic intelligence Jarvis replied in a metallic voice, "If the current popular structure is adopted, the final blueprint will be like this under the condition of ensuring flight!"

With its introduction, the model in the air suddenly changed, and behind the original humanoid armor, there was an oversized jetpack, which looked quite bloated, and it should be filled with solid dye.

Tony frowned,

"If you don't do that, you will lose both safety and flexibility, and according to Mr. Lucius's design, flexibility is a must, and once it becomes bulky, the meaning of this personal armor is lost... Energy, it seems, is a big issue. ”

"Yes, sir, according to my calculations, if we can find an energy supplement similar to a reactor, we can use the method of electro-ion conversion, to achieve the function of flight and energy cannon, and between the dangers of nuclear energy, so I can find the most suitable energy source... It's this!"

Jarvis's voice stopped, and a real video appeared in front of Tony's eyes, an oversized ring device with electricity rolling at a frantic rate, making the device look like an oversized electric light.

"You mean, the Ark reactor?"

Tony's frown did not abate, the reactor was designed by his father, the brilliant but assassinated Howard Stark, whose unsmiling father had said more than once, "The Ark reactor was the way forward for the future of energy", and most importantly, he remembered that his father had said, "There was some kind of secret hidden in that reactor".

But until the moment Howard and his wife were assassinated, Tony didn't know what the secret was.

"The theoretical energy supply of the Ark reactor is absolutely sufficient, but the problem is to shrink it. ”

Tony closed his eyes, "The experiment to replace nuclear fuel with palladium has been successful, but to shrink it to the size of the palm of your hand... Something that can't be done with this thing... That doesn't seem likely for at least the next 10 years, unless..."

"Ding Ding Ding Ding"

The mobile phone rang, and Tony, who was interrupted from thinking, answered the phone in annoyance, and a low and steady male voice came from the other side,

"Tony, my child, haven't you rested yet?"

"Stan, you know, I'm used to working at night, what's the matter?"

As Tony wrote and drew on the drawings, he asked, Stan, the current head of Stark Industries, Howard Stark's close friend, Tony's uncle, the middle-aged man said in his own deep voice,

"I'm asking, the design of the Jericho missile in Stark's industrial weapons program has been significantly delayed, and you should be in charge of this matter, right?"

Hearing this, Tony was bored for a while, he had spent the last 2 years designing this suit of armor, where did he have any thoughts to design missiles, so he said perfunctorily,

"Stan, I've been a little less energetic lately, and I think we could..."

"Weak?, I know you've had at least 14 little girls lately. ”

Presumably as a conductor for many years, Stan's tone also became serious, and there was even a kind of forced pressure in it, "Tony, I'm not saying that young people shouldn't play, but you can't let this ruin your job, your talent, your..."

"You don't say that you think I can make you money, I really doubt that if I can't make money, you will kick me away!"

Tony's mood is extremely bad, he is a very selfish person, selfish people hate the pressure of others very much, Tony is not the kind of person who will control his temper, like a spoiled child, so he naturally exploded,

"I'm the Stark family, the heir to Stark Industries, Stan, you can't use me as your weapon designer, I need time, I need my personal space, not to be urged by you to draw TM blueprints at 2 o'clock in the morning!"

Stan also seemed to be taken aback by Tony's sudden outburst, he didn't speak for a long time, and after a moment, Tony's tone calmed down,

"Okay okay, Uncle Stan, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you like that, I know you're also thinking about our order, so let's give me 3 more days, I'll finish the complete Jericho missile data. ”

A few seconds later, Stan's voice was heard,

"Okay, Tony, it's nothing, your old Uncle Stan isn't fragile enough yet, don't worry, I'll help you drag it out a little longer, get off early, good night." ”

On the other side, Obedia Stan put down his phone, he calmed down for a few seconds, then slammed the phone in his hand to the ground, and stomped on it a few times, the bald middle-aged man's eyes shone with anger, it was a kind of hideousness, like an old lion who was threatened to status.

And how did the old lion treat the little lions that threatened him?