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Awe! They scrutinize, gazing in the shadows of the concrete jungle. They stare at your fireplace living room, at your bedside bedroom. Their eyes and ears are in every corner of the city, and they decide everyone's fate with their soft voices. Be careful and be in awe. Otherwise, the claws are coming, take your head!

Gotham has always had a strange nursery rhyme, or rather a legend. Legend has it that Gotham has a mysterious organization that is supported by many prominent families with a long history in the city of Gotham. They gather in the shadows of the city, and the owl is their name. From the day Gotham City was built, this organization has been in control of the city. Through the resources at the disposal of the major families, and through the intertwined network of connections, they can decide the direction of the entire city without even showing their faces. In addition to their economic and political influence, they also have special subordinates who take orphans everywhere and train them to be excellent killers, and then through some magical non-human creation, these killers can be turned into an army of monsters that can heal almost infinitely from all kinds of injuries - Talon.

With such a formidable armed force, combined with the influence of other parties, this organization called the Owl Court has managed to hide behind the scenes, but it has actually captured Gotham.

Our protagonist, after an accident in his previous life, has his soul penetrated into this organization of this world, a teenage body that is being injected with some kind of reagent suspected to be some kind of experiment.

Not to mention the extreme pain of the experiment, I also skip the initial uneasiness that came to the new world and new environment, and the process of trying to find a way to confirm myself in order to hide the disguise of the people who experimented on him. Although the protagonist is often confined to a solitary empty room, unable to access enough things, and unable to get enough information to determine where he is, he quickly figures out his situation. First, he noticed an owl's improvised mark on the deltoid muscle of his right arm. Such markings are everywhere in this place. In addition, he discovers that he is not the white mouse of the experiment, but the ultimate body of the experiment. He was not the only one who was put on the operating table, and there were many people his age, but he should be the most comfortable and in the best situation. The other mice were rushed to the operating table, and if they didn't satisfy the white coats, they were punched and kicked by armed men wearing owl hoods and black and brown samurai uniforms. As for him, not once on the road from room to room to operating bed, he was watched by all sorts of envious or jealous or strange or mocking glances.

Later, a white coat who injected him with a certain reagent leaked his mouth, telling him that all the reagents or serums injected into him had been tested, and after later processing, there would be no violent reactions or unknown side effects.

From this, he knew that he was an important person. At the very least, it is also an important chess piece.

It's a pity that he hasn't noticed any changes in his body. And in this place where the sun and the moon are not visible, this life lasted for at least two years.

Then he was placed in various classes. Every day, he was asked to read some literary books for ninety minutes. In addition to this, there is another hour to learn etiquette, two hours to familiarize yourself with weapons such as knives, sticks, and firearms, and two hours of physical training. Finally, there is a five-hour actual battle. Years later, he used Coulson to convince them that he was working with his companions to confront the "ex-companions", the test subjects, who had turned into monsters after the experiment had failed, but it was far from rosy - though his statement was bad enough. The reality is that he has no companions and needs to face all the other test subjects on his own, whether they have become monsters or not. Those who have become monsters may have all kinds of outstanding abilities, but after all, they have lost their minds. And those who didn't become monsters, they were unhappy with the protagonist a long time ago......

The protagonist also knows that it is the people behind the white coats who stimulate his abilities and allow him to hone in on his body's various potentials. He himself wants to be stronger, so that there is a slight chance of getting rid of the bad luck here. But in the first days, the results were really not ideal. Entering that gladiatorial arena, he was beaten all over his body every time. His opponents have all sorts of strange abilities, and all he has is the hard-won weapon, two straight knives in the corner that no one wants.

This is not the legendary Xianxia, martial arts or fantasy world, and there is no possibility that it will be a super treasure if no one uses it in the corner. That's just two straight knives. Facing the freeze, piercing, spitting, petrifying, etc., with two straight knives, is completely like hitting a stone with an egg. Even many times when he was trampled under his opponents, if it wasn't for the people in suits on the sidelines shouting to stop, his opponents would not hesitate to kill him!

At one point, his opponent almost succeeded.

He was confronted with two people. One has speed that even an Olympic champion in sprinting can't match, and the other has a lot of power. And that was his fourth battle of the day. It was only two minutes before he was trampled on the ground again.

Probably because the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In the past, at this time, a man in a suit who was in charge of monitoring all the situation of the protagonist would call a stop. But this time, the man in the suit didn't, but looked at it with a blank face.

This is a signal. The speed man and the strong man in the field first burst into ecstasy, and then the gaze that looked at the protagonist became quite cruel. Strongman grabbed the protagonist, lifted it above his head, and threw it out. And the speed man ran to the landing point of the protagonist and slammed it with his arm.

The main character is like being hit by two cars traveling at high speed, one after the other, and in different directions. The speed man was directly in his throat, and then fell almost sideways from the whole person, hitting the back of his head to the ground.

In other stories, to this extent, the protagonist will generally explode, and it is time for some hidden superpowers to awaken. Then there is a big surprise to look down on yourself, bullying and even persecuting yourself to return the field, and then hug a beauty or something. A happy ending. But here the protagonist wants to pit. Until the strong man lifted him up again, and was about to give him the final blow, he was still an ordinary person!

There was a sharp pain all over my body, and there was a wet and squirming sensation on the back of my head, which was bleeding - and it was a feeling of bleeding more violently. Unwilling to sit still, he shoved his calloused hand into the mouth of the strong man who was still laughing, and stabbed it in the throat. Although he was only a teenager - no more than 15 at most, and although he looked a little lanky, he had a lot more strength than the average adult man, so the stab almost suffocated the strong man. Strongman will take back the protagonist's hands and try to shake his hand off, but he simply hugs Strongman and sticks his hand in the other's mouth fiercely, and drills into it hard. Even if the speed man came up and punched and kicked him, and wanted to tear him away from the strong man, he didn't let go, and he still took advantage of the situation to lie on the head of the strong man, wrapped the upper body of the strong man with his body that was not fully opened, hugged his head, and broke it back. And the strong man himself also knelt on the ground, constantly hitting the ground with the protagonist's whole person, trying to force the protagonist to withdraw his hand in this way.

Finally, after another blow, the protagonist falls from Hercules and curls up on the ground looking dead; And the strong man stood up, opened his mouth at the speed man, pointed to his throat, and didn't know what he said.

The speed man next to him couldn't intervene for a while. Seeing this, it was natural to walk over to greet Hercules and ask him what was wrong; At the same time, he is also ready to make up for the protagonist, or simply torture the corpse.

The plot peaks and loops. When Speed Man came to Strongman's side, he saw that the latter's mouth began to bleed continuously. And the protagonist who was curled up on the ground suddenly bounced up, grabbed the shoulders and head of the unsuspecting speed man, and made a mistake left and right.

Tearing a piece of cloth from the speed man's body and slightly covering the wound on the back of his head, the protagonist glances at the man in the suit on the sidelines. The man in the suit obviously didn't expect that he would be the last to stand. After a brief moment of surprise, the man in the suit nodded at the protagonist.

The protagonist is then sent to the infirmary, where someone arrives to announce that his daily schedule has been revised. Instead of reading Dickens's "The Orphan of the Fog" or anything, I instead studied some of the documents that were sent to me.

But the first time I took this kind of "study class", the protagonist was confused. Most of the documents given to him by the man in the suit describe a family called Wayne. If that doesn't mean anything, there is nothing to doubt when you look at the entries "Thomas Wayne - Dead", "Martha Wayne - Dead", and "Bruce Wayne - Closely Monitored".

However, this is not the most consternating for the protagonist. Because he saw that on the page of the document introducing Bruce Wayne, the photo - 15-year-old Bruce Wayne actually looked exactly like himself!