Gotham, late at night. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

A daily event that happens almost every night, and this is happening on the island of Naiho. A middle-aged man in his fifties fell to the ground in agony, and his wife was being restrained in his arms by the neck of a masked gangster. One of the gangster's black accomplices fiddled with the butterfly knife in his hand with bad intentions and walked up slowly.

"How about a dance? Old woman? The black man laughed, the tip of the knife slicing from the lady's cheek to her chin, catching a line of helpless tears.

The dart burst through the air and knocked the butterfly knife to the ground with a "clang".

The two of them were startled, only to see a green blur flash in the darkness, and the short leg swept into the face of the masked gangster, and the volley turned over with the help of force and hit the bridge of the black man's nose with a hard knee. The two retreated in embarrassment.

Damian, who had barely reached the waist of the tall black man, fell to the ground half-crouching, and his hooded green cloak hung down gently.

"Mind if I get in the pan?" Damien Road.

Seeing that the two gangsters who had just panicked for a while saw that the other party was just a child with such a nod, he immediately felt a little relieved, picked up the knife again and stood up.

"Take your husband and go." Damian said coldly to the woman behind her, crying in disbelief. The latter reacted at this time, and hurriedly picked up her husband, who looked in pain, and left the street corner light as fast as he could.

The two gangsters looked at the strangely dressed child in a circle for a moment, exchanged glances with each other, hesitated for a long time, and finally seemed to decide to rush forward. The two of them each swung their knives on the left and right, and the sharp knife wind enveloped Damian's thin body.

Damian chuckled disdainfully, leaping and whirling lightly, passing through the flawed sword light, with a sharp motion.

Without the slightest surprise, in just a few rounds, the two strong men were put to the ground one after another. The black man was even worse, having been pulled out of his arm by Damian's shoulder.

There was a terrible scream, and the black man rolled on the ground with his arms folded.

Damian picked up the butterfly knife that had fallen to the ground, folded it with a flick of his hand, and shouted, "Stand up, so I can beat you harder." ”

"Enough is enough, little brother," the masked man howled, "we know it's wrong...... We throw in the towel. ”

"Throw in the towel?" Damian sneered and kicked the man in the chin, "It's not an option, get me up!" ”

Suddenly, he realized something, and turned back alertly, only to see a guy almost as dark as the shadow of the alley standing there staring at his movements. The guy's round eyes were like the eyes of an owl in the night, and he could vaguely see a pair of long swords behind his back.

"Who!?"

"As a result of them." The man said coldly, "You want to do that in your heart, right?" You know that's the right thing to do, the way to really save this city. ”

Damian stared at the two struggling scumbags and hesitated.

"I know what Batman wants you to do, and I know what he means to you, and I respect everything Batman is trying to achieve." The dark shadow said lightly, "But that won't lead to results, believe me, I've seen a lot." You miss him, and I see it all in this way every day. ”

Damian was taken aback: "Who are you?" ”

"I knew you weren't ready." The black shadow leaped forward, jumping on the balcony and safety ladder like a night owl and jumping onto the roof, "Follow me." ”

Damian thought for a moment and flew to follow.

Gotham, underground.

Following the filthy stream of water from the underground pipes, Roy walked briskly. The night vision goggles reveal an old and dirty plumbing system, and water drips from the disrepaired stone bricks on top of them that flow into the stinking water.

Alan Wayne helped build some of the tallest buildings in Gotham City, and it was here that his **** body was finally found. This area of the sewers has been shut down since the 19th century, and it took Roy a lot of trouble to get in, and it is said that Alan Wayne's body ran here for so long that it was only identified by the filling in his teeth.

For a man who has spent his life building Gotham, dying in its sewers is undoubtedly the end of a nightmare - the dirtiest blood of the city he has built.

However, there are more tragic ways to die, such as the real cause of his death. Earlier, Roy found Alan Wayne's grave and dug up his bones himself. Although the bones had been badly decomposed after all these years, subtle puncture marks were still found on the surface, like a sword wound wound to the bone.

This is enough to show that he was actually stabbed to death, and it is very likely that the murder weapon was a throwing knife.

And something else on the remains of the bones, some kind of residue, some dust on the metamorphic rock, was like marble. The strangest part is that the entire sewer system is made entirely of granite, which makes the remnants of this section particularly conspicuous, as if they were landmarks pointing to a specific location in the disused sewer system.

Right here.

"The signal over there is too weak, and the communication is about to be cut off." Barbara frowned and said through the headphones, "Be careful, I have a sense of foreboding......"

"Got it, turn off the communication here, my headset is full of noise."

Roy finished speaking and closed the comms.

The scanner under the helmet worked at a rapid pace, scanning along the outer walls of the stone bricks. He walked along the edge, the five fingers of his glove scratching lightly against the wall, tapping twice from time to time.

Got it.

He stood still, groping his hands across a dusty wall. The signal blocking is especially strong behind this wall, and the detector can clearly detect the strong interference sources released from behind.

A figure silently approached from the darkness behind him.

The man thought he hadn't been discovered.

But that's not the case.

Suddenly, as if without warning, Roy spun around and swept backwards with one leg like a gale. The man was taken aback, but reacted quickly, and immediately raised his arm to protect him, only to be shocked by Roy's powerful leg and make the whole person retreat.

"Wait, wait, wait! Big! The man hurriedly cried out, "It's me!" ”

Roy looked closely, and a helmet with a red hood appeared in the night vision goggles.

"You?" Roy frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

"Looks like you're justified." Jason said, "Earlier tonight, I bumped into a guy who called himself Talon. I left a tracker on him, and the signal was cut off in this abandoned sewer...... I guess you've already found out? ”

"Yes."

Roy said, reaching out and pressing on one of the bricks on the wall. Several bricks were activated and retracted, revealing a long passageway, and the blinding white light made both of them uncomfortable.

The white passageway, spotless, seems to invite them to step into it. (To be continued.) )