[Nervousness from Bruce Wayne +33, + Stunned 41......]

After Davy finished speaking, there was silence in the lobby.

"Bruce Wayne?"

The people in the bank hall who were lying on the ground with their heads in their hands looked at each other in confusion and strangeness.

The people of Gotham may not know who the mayor is and what his name is, but it is impossible not to know Bruce Wayne, the citizens of Gotham from the croaking to the burial, clothing, food, housing and transportation are indispensable in all aspects of the Wayne Group.

And Bruce Wayne is the heir to the rich Wayne Group.

But Bruce Wayne has been missing for years, how could he be out here, and robbing a bank?

"There's a gang of bandits in Gotham called the Red Hood Gang, and the leader is called Red Hood, which is not very powerful and not well-known."

David was also a little surprised.

Compared to well-known villains such as Bane, Joker, and Scarecrow, Red Hood is just an unknown minor character.

But the predecessor of the Joker in many worlds is the former Red Hood, who fell into a pool of chemicals to escape Batman's pursuit, and then became a clown with pale skin and green hair.

"I originally wanted to use emotional reminders to see if this red hood is a clown."

Red Hood Five looked at him in shock, a playful smile on his lips as he looked up and down.

"I don't want to, I didn't find the Joker but I saw Batman."

As Red Hooded Five was ordered to teach him a lesson about the disobedient hostage, a message from Bruce Wayne refreshed.

"Shut your mouth, if I were that little ghost whose corpse didn't know where it was rotting, would I still have to stand here?"

'Red Hood Five' roared angrily, swinging the butt of his rifle and slamming it on David's forehead.

"Wait a minute!"

The red-hooded leader suddenly raised his gun and aimed at Five.

"Boss? I don't understand, you say teach him a lesson, I'm doing it. ”

Caught at gunpoint, Red Hood No. 5 hurriedly raised his hand, his tone confused.

"Could it be...... Did you believe this kid's nonsense? ”

The rest of the red-hooded minions followed suit and pointed at Five, and the muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Five and David behind him.

"I don't know if you're Bruce Wayne.

But you're certainly not a number five. ”

Red Hood shook his head in ruefully.

"Five is the craziest of us and will never shoot when he can.

You're talking too much! ”

The expression of "Red Hood Five" changed under the mask.

He wanted to kick down the young boy who didn't seem to know what to fear, and then smash him unconscious with the butt of his gun and it would be over.

But he didn't shoot right away, and the ruthless hand caught the attention of the other party.

"And...... Number five is left-handed. The corners of the Red Hood Leader's mouth curled into a contemptuous sneer.

Red Hood Five glanced at his right hand holding the gun, and there was an ugly look in his eyes that he had made more than one mistake.

David confirmed that the red-hooded minion in front of him was Batman Bruce Wayne, but it should be Batman who had just returned to Gotham to participate in the fight against crime.

"The current Bruce Wayne seems to have just debuted, and he is not the mature and ruthless Batman who will never make mistakes."

Where's the bank's security guard?

Ignoring the seven or eight submachine guns pointing at this side, David looked around.

At the door of the security room, a figure fell to the ground, his lips were purple, his mouth was foaming, and there were other people lying on top of him, the same look.

It turned out that it had been poisoned in advance a long time ago.

"Now, take off your hood ......"

It was clear that he was robbing a bank, and the police could come at any time, but the red-hooded leader was not at all anxious, and he pointed at gunpoint with interest.

"Let's see who you are, if you're an orphan of the famous Wayne family, or if you're some police officer who thinks you can take us down on your own?"

"If it's really Bruce Wayne, you don't have to worry about it in the next life."

A few minions with guns burst into laughter.

"We're not Joe Chell's idiots who killed the richest couple in Gotham for a pearl necklace."

The cacophony echoed through the hall, and David saw Red Hood Five's raised hand, and the green veins on the back of his hand were rising.

Joe Chell, a cowardly street thug who can't be seen by the gangsters, makes a name for himself after killing the Waynes and causing the Gotham tragedy.

Under the threat of the muzzle, "Red Hood Five" had to stiffly remove the hood from his face, revealing a middle-aged face with a thick black beard, as if he had been misunderstood with an angry expression.

"Five?"

At the moment when several Red Hood minions were stunned, Red Hood Five' raised his wrist, and the miniature remote control burst out of his cuff, and he pressed it down with lightning speed.

Boom!

The bank's heavy, sturdy glass doors were blown to pieces.

The blast wave swept through the hall, shards of glass flew out, and the red hoods were knocked to the ground by the wave of air.

Almost simultaneously, a smoke bomb was thrown on the ground.

'Red Hood Five' reflexively pounced on David, who was standing, and jumped into the bank counter with him to dodge the ensuing gunfire.

But Bruce, who turned around like a beast, and his shoulder seemed to hit a bronze statue weighing hundreds of pounds, and he snorted and looked up stunned.

It's not that he didn't consider that this young kid has practiced martial arts, but no matter how powerful the fighting skills are, the self-weight of the body can't be changed, under the surprise attack, how could he, who is proficient in more than a hundred genres of fighting techniques, not be able to bump at all?

Davy, who didn't feel that he needed to dodge, glanced at the wrinkled skin on his neck under the startled middle-aged face, chuckled at the corners of his mouth, and casually threw Batman behind the solid wood counter.

The layout plan of Batman, who has just debuted, is still a bit green, but the habit of leaving a backhand forever has long been there.

"Shoot, kill him for me!"

Seven or eight submachine guns fired at the same time, bullets roared out of their chambers, and a torrent of metal easily pierced the heavy counter, and Bruce Wayne lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

One after another, the yellow bullets hit David's body, immediately lost all kinetic energy, and fell to the ground crisply.

"Ceasefire!"

Hundreds of bullets were vented, and the red-hooded leader let out a low cry.

In the faintly dispersed smoke, a slender figure with a vague outline stood inside, not moving.

A few red-hooded minions were waiting for the figure that should have been beaten into a sieve to fall straight back.

But in the smoke.

A little dangerous purple light lit up.

"What's that?"

A little minion frowned, muzzle in his hand, squinting to tell what was going on.

Phew!

A laser shot out of the smoke, and his chest ached sharply, and he looked down in disbelief.

A thumb-thin bloody hole pierced his heart.

Boom!

The corpse fell, and the bright red quickly spread across the hall floor.

"Kill him!"

Aiming at the figure in the smoke, the red-hooded people shot in panic.

The counter served as cover, and Bruce Wayne ducked behind, revealing a pair of eyes with a look of astonishment.

Whoa, whoa!

Not far in front of him, the handsome young man in a trench coat stood in place, raising one arm in the shape of a pistol.

Like in a black-and-white silent movie, imagining a handsome cowboy with a handsome cowboy fighting a gangster, Bruce Wayne's childhood was no exception to playing in the grass on his family's manor.

But at this time, the figure really shot something from the fingertips, but it was not a bullet - it was a purple laser!

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and in the bank hall, looking from the side face, the tall figure had a casual expression, as if he was playing a game, and he shot with his fingers in the air without slowing down or hurrying.

But it was as if death was taking the roll call.

The air-scorching laser shot through, and the hearts of the bandits who stood on end and fled in embarrassment burst into bloody holes, and corpses fell to the ground.

[Shock from Bruce Wayne +43......]

"This guy ...... How? ”