Gotham Police Department.

"You met Batman at the exit of the ventilation duct, but just let him go!?" Forbes detectives roared.

Roy's expressionless face contrasted sharply with the agitated detective, and it was hard to believe that the two of them were talking.

"Yes." Roy said calmly, "Because I don't think it's possible for me to take him alone." ”

"Then since you expected him to go out there, why didn't you bring someone to stop him, but instead diverted our men to the wrong place to make the defense lax there?"

"I think your accusations are perfectly valid." Roy remained calm, "That's why I offered to resign from the Task Force as a punishment." ”

Forbes detectives choked.

"No, you don't need to know what's wrong, just keep acting next time."

Roy said, "I'm sorry, detective, but I've decided. ”

With that, he turned around and exited the deputy director's office.

Roy returns to the apartment, and as soon as he enters, Barbara's wheelchair appears in front of him.

"I heard you quit that task force." She said, "Mind telling me what changed your mind?" ”

Roy took a deep breath and said, "As you said, Batman is a good guy, isn't he?" ”

Barbara laughed, "I thought you didn't care about that." Didn't you say he's just another puzzle you want to solve? ”

"Then I guess you made me change my mind. Would you like to do me another favor? ”

"What?"

Roy pulled out a clear evidence bag from his coat, and the bat-shaped boomerang lay quietly inside.

Barbara took the dart, looked through the evidence bag for a moment, and asked, "This is the guy who pretended to be Batman left at the scene, right?" It was mentioned on the TV news. ”

Roy nodded, "Yes." ”

"Such a specially shaped dart must be specially customized, but the shape is swirling, which improves the accuracy, but the disadvantage is that the speed is slow and the lethality is also weak."

"Can you find out when and where it was bought?" Roy asked.

Barbara thought for a moment and pushed her wheelchair into the room, "I'll try it." ”

Barbara's attainments in computer technology are indeed extraordinary, especially in tracking and other technologies. I saw her slender fingers deftly flutter happily on the keyboard, and soon there was a result.

"This special dart is manufactured by the Sabulchi company." As she spoke, she tore off a note from the desk on the side and quickly wrote down a string of characters with a black pen, "Last week, someone ordered 100 pieces in bulk to this address." ”

Roy took the note and glanced at it, "Thank you, you're really good at what you do." ”

Barbara smiled: "Of course, my sister has a father who has a good example...... Do you want to report this address to the police now? ”

"Of course." Roy said, "You report to the police and say I've gone first." ”

"You're going alone? That killer could be out there, and it could be dangerous......"

Roy said lightly: "From the moment I chose to do this business, I didn't know how to write the words I was afraid of. Don't worry, I've experienced worse. ”

After saying that, he couldn't wait to go out.

Roy took a taxi to the address, a little farther away. About half an hour's drive later, he stood in front of an old warehouse.

Roy walked around the warehouse, looked in all directions, and chose a side door about two meters high.

The door was made of metal, a little older, but the lock on the door was clearly fresh. Roy pulled out a simple lockpicking tool from his coat and picked the door in about thirty seconds.

Gently pull open a crack in the heavy metal door and enter sideways.

It would have been nice to have a pair of night vision goggles at this time, but unfortunately he didn't. There is not the slightest light in the warehouse, and it is simply not more appropriate to describe it as not being able to see five fingers. Roy turned on the flashlight he had with him and groped his way forward.

A table in the center of the warehouse is littered with equipment such as daggers, darts, and smoke bombs, and the shelves next to it are neatly lined with swirling batarang.

Looks like you've come to the right place. Roy continued to turn the flashlight, trying to find more details.

Then, under the golden beam, a glassware was also dyed a dazzling gold.

It was a transparent glassware, topped by two small containers of intricately designed, the left part was filled with dark green unknown liquid, and the right part was pouring water into the vessel, and a flickering fire was faintly looming around the container.

With just one look, Roy recognized it.

An improvised homemade time bomb.

It's a trap.

Seeing that the glassware was about to be filled, Roy didn't dare to delay, and turned around and ran.

"Boom!"

Exploding violently, the flames chased after him with a powerful impact, engulfing everything in the warehouse in an instant. Shocked by the aftermath of the edge, Roy was slammed into the metal door like a feather in turbulence, and the door, which was already a few years old, fell to the ground in a hurry.

Roy gritted his teeth, his fists barely supporting his body. A brief assessment, it's not too bad, there are a few internal injuries and abrasions, but it shouldn't hurt the bones.

But before he could stand still, a black figure appeared at the edge of his field of vision.

Something was approaching at a rapid pace on the right, and before he could see what it was, Roy reflexively rolled on the ground, and the sound of hunting wind with his fists in the air sounded above his scalp.

Dressed in black and wearing a bat-shaped mask, it does resemble Batman's look. But he's not Batman, and if you pay attention to detail, you'll find that his hockey-like armor is not at all the same as Batman's sophisticated Kevlar body armor.

It's the impostor.

"You've found me, detective." The killer snorted, "You're a bit of a surprise to me, I thought it would be Batman who found this place." ”

"Sorry to disappoint you."

"I've just confirmed that the police will have at least five minutes to get here." The killer said, "Enough for me to kill you several times." ”

Although Roy's current injuries are not enough to break his muscles and bones, they do greatly affect his mobility.

"Yes, but I guess you won't have a chance to do it until he kills you."

The killer was stunned for a moment, and then the danger signal released by his body's instinct and frenzy was transmitted to his brain, driving him to turn around and swing his fist behind him without thinking.

I don't know when it appeared behind him like a ghost, the majestic and burly black figure against the backdrop of the flames was the real Batman. Batman took a small step back and made the hook sweep against the tip of his nose, and the arm inside the black cloak shot out like a spring, and the killer's wrist was too late to take the attack.

This killer also has two hits, he lost the first move and realized that the situation was not good, and reacted extremely quickly, which was to follow with a flick leg, not to hurt the enemy, but to force Batman to let go of his wrist.

But his move seemed to be completely expected by Batman, who had already responded before he could raise his leg. His flick was barely a few centimeters off the ground, and Batman's pitch-black leather boots had already stepped his foot back to the ground in advance. At the same time, Batman's movements are not slow at all, and his skillful and delicate grappling techniques tear off the killer's arm in an instant.

"Ah~!"

The killer snorted all his life, fell to the ground with his arms clutched, and temporarily lost his mobility.

Batman glanced at Roy, "Are you okay?" ”

Roy shrugged: "Actually, you don't have to do this, the situation is already under my control." I've learned a few tricks too, and this guy is already in my hands......"

In fact, he didn't believe it himself. Not to mention that when he was in perfect condition, he didn't dare to say how sure he was of winning against this professional-level killer, and now that he was affected by the bomb, his mobility was greatly affected, and it was almost impossible to win.

But Batman ignored him after asking the question, and lifted him up by the collar like a chicken, unmasking him.

"Calvin Brown." Batman asked in a hoarse and eccentric voice that had been treated with a voice changer, "A second-rate killer, I know you." Why are you pretending to be me? Who paid you to do this? ”

"No one." Calvin gritted his teeth and said, "I did it myself...... Yes!!! ”

The crisp sound of misaligned bones drowned out the screams, and Batman asked viciously, "You have three minutes left before the police get here, if you feel that your willpower is enough to help you survive these three minutes, then you can try." But I'd suggest you tell me what I want to know. ”

After a pause, his tone seemed to drop a few degrees more: "Don't let me ask a third time...... Who hired you to do this? ”

Calvin stared at the bat mask in front of him, like a hideous demon against the flames. It seemed that after another moment of thought struggle, he gritted his teeth and confessed: "It's useless to say it...... It's too late, and you can't stop him from returning. His name is ......"

His voice grew quieter and quieter, and finally the name Roy couldn't make out clearly. But his eyes, which never miss any details, clearly captured the tremor of Batman's eyes behind the mask the moment he heard the name.