Checking the home address of a former federal agent with a name and surname is a piece of cake for Barbara, known as the "oracle." It didn't take her much effort to come up with an address.

At six o'clock in the evening, before it was completely dark, the Winged Knight and Nightwing had already rushed to Jonathan Mills' residence.

Milson's residence was also an apartment, a white brick apartment with twelve floors, of which he lived on the seventh floor. Winged Knight and Nightwing jumped from the top floor and landed onto the balcony.

"There's a line on the windowsill." Nightwing whispered, "I believe it's connected to the alarm in the house." ”

The wingrider did not answer, simply paralyzed the alarm with the jammer, and then quickly used his hands and feet to pick the lock on the window, opened the window and bent down to enter.

Nightwing smiled and commented: "The technique is not bad. ”

As he spoke, he followed.

It looks like this is Mills' bedroom. The room was furnished with a wardrobe and a rather large bed, as well as a table with a variety of dangerous weapons, and the walls against which the table was attached were also hung with sharp knives and guns and ammunition. However, the knives and guns are arranged in a neat order, and it looks like the work of an obsessive-compulsive person.

"It looks like our suspect has taken a few weapons with him, and he may be on his way to hunt down the next target," he said, pointing to the abruptly vacated positions of the weapons on the wall. ”

Nightwing opened the wardrobe and checked it, and said, "I didn't see any gray and black coats you said, and eighty percent of them were worn out by him." So we'll have to hurry up and see if there are any clues that can pinpoint his next target. ”

The wingrider looked around, noticing a framed photograph of Mills' bedside.

It's a family photo. In the photo, Mills and his lovely wife are beaming with happiness, and the smiles of the two children are so innocent, like sunshine that can warm their hearts.

Nightwing leaned behind Wing, saw the photo in his hand, and sighed softly: "The world is unpredictable. ”

"This picture is on the right hand side of his bedside." "Mills picks it up every day before he goes to bed. ”

With that, he put down the photo and continued to search for valuable clues in other rooms.

His children's bedrooms were still intact, and the dust didn't look like it hadn't been in for a long time, and it seemed like Mills had been in the room a lot, but it didn't leave any significant traces. In the study, there are two cabinets of books, categorized according to novels, academics, and subjects.

The winged knight noticed something, and he went to the desk in the study, picked up a dozen notes on the table, and looked at it.

"What's wrong?" Nightwing asked.

"The handwriting, the notes have very shallow traces of the signature pen." As he spoke, the wingrider found a small bottle from his belt, poured a small amount of black powder onto the top page of the note, and blew lightly on his mouth to spread the powder.

"Mills used to write on the note on the top page, and thankfully, our macho man also has a lot of writing power, so he also left a mark on the next one." "So we'll see if we can extract some useful handwriting with lead powder." ”

He laid the note flat on the table, and sure enough, the black powder drew a fairly clear handwriting.

It's a person's name.

Mirror once mentioned the "list" in the hospital, and it is not difficult to guess that this "list" refers to what the two of them see now. The name that has been crossed out by a horizontal bar on the top is obviously done, and the name that has not been crossed out below is the target that is aimed at next.

Seeing his next target, Winged Knight and Nightwing were stunned for a moment.

Immediately, the wingrider connected to Barbara, who was in charge of logistics.

"Oracle, help me check Bruce Wayne's itinerary and see where he is now."

"Bruce? You want to know what this is for? Barbara asked.

"Because," said Wingrider, "we believe that Bruce might be the next target of this madman." ”

"Bruce!? What is he eyeing Bruce for? Barbara screamed strangely as she started contacting Bruce.

"Most likely because of the incident when he was a child." "The robbers shot his parents, but left him alone, and maybe Mills thought it was a big disaster." ”

"Come on, how many years ago was that?" Nightwing said, "This guy has to settle such an old account?" How many people did he have to kill? ”

"Nope." "Both Bruce Wayne and his father were people who had a huge impact on Gotham City, and the death of both of his parents is one of the few big cases in Gotham history, so maybe it's because of this that he has entered the mirror's view." ”

Barbara's voice returned to the headphones: "Bruce's number has been busy, but Alfred told me that he is on his way to a charity fundraiser sponsored by the Wayne Foundation, and he shared the GPS signal from Bruce's car to me, which I will upload to your mobile computer terminal right now." ”

The wingrider turned on the projection screen on his wrist, and a moving red dot did appear on the map.

"Let's get over here."

Bruce was sitting in the back seat of a sporty Bentley limousine, arranging over the phone to explain some of the company's affairs. His young driver did not notice the neat row of octagonal nails on the road ahead.

The high-speed spinning tires ran over the row of octagonal nails, and immediately made a slight "poof" sound. Bentley's direction suddenly lost control, and after a long distance of forward like a bull in heat, it suddenly turned to one side and the body turned upside down.

The driver lost consciousness. Bruce kicked open the rear door and climbed out of the car. His head was bleeding from the smash, but he was unusually strong. He quickly opened the driver's door, unbuckled the driver's seat belt and dragged him down.

"What a thoughtful boss, Mr. Wayne."

Standing about a dozen paces away, the mirror pointed a gun at Bruce Wayne's head and said jokingly.

Bruce slowly stood up, stared at the malicious terrorist, and said coldly, "I heard about you. Is 'mirror' it? If I were you, I would probably choose a slightly trendier name. ”

Mirror chuckled dryly, "Pretty tough, Mr. Wayne." I was expecting my pampered boy to beg me for mercy, but now I'm looking at you a little differently. Unfortunately, you're on the list, so you're still destined to die here. ”

Bruce said coldly, "You can try." ”

The mirror didn't answer again, and seemed to be ready to shoot. A black dart arrived at this moment, knocking down the gun in Mirror's hand.

Winged Knight and Nightwing, two black figures jumped from the air side by side, stopping between them.

"Are you ready for round two?" The Winged Knight said defiantly.