(Because the previous chapter caused some controversy, the reader was the largest, and the plot was modified.) ）

A bird of prey breaks into the gloomy forest called Gotham.

Bruce Wayne wants to know who the other party is.

But the keys are pressed.

The screen is marked bright red with no information.

In front of the hundred-inch computer screen, Bruce frowned.

"No criminal record, no driver's license, no consumption record, no entry record......

Either the person has lived in the primeval forest since birth, or that's the same as him, and that's also a fake face.

……

Walking through the crowded streets of Gotham with an umbrella, David touched his face.

He had the best eyesight to see the pinhole camera on Batman's chest, but ignored it.

The face is a genuine face.

However, it has been fine-tuned compared to the original.

"There are about forty muscles in the human face, which are divided into expression muscles and masseter muscles."

The muscles of the face, together with blood vessels and nerves, are intertwined with cartilage and bones, and the smooth skin is attached to the muscles, and these tissues are interconnected and interact with each other to make various movements and expressions.

"There are very few people who can control it, and talented performers can control more facial muscles, making their faces slightly stiff and slightly showing another appearance, imitating other people, but they can't control it all."

It is impossible for an ordinary person to do such a thing, he happens to be not an ordinary person, and he is not even an earthling.

Thanos' Eternals variant physique gives him the ability to precisely control the muscles of his body, which can be used to practice martial arts, control strength, and can also be used to change the appearance of his face.

"Thanos should have never used this ability.

One is that the Dark Overlord may disdain to hide himself, and there are better ways to hide, such as magic and technology.

Even his two- or three-meter-tall body and unique purple potato head are useless to hide. ”

Passing through the streets, catch a glimpse of a group of high-voltage electricity.

David remembered Avery who had come to Gotham.

As a future superman, he doesn't believe that Clark will be easily and truly incapacitated.

And superhuman ability comes from genes, from his name Clark Kent, I'm afraid it's not so easy to capture.

"Catch Avery and repeat the accident, maybe the ability can be returned to Clark, that is, kryptonite to strengthen the high current."

If that doesn't work, you can try to lead the mine on a rainy day.

But all this presupposes that Avery must first find Avery in Gotham and bring him back.

His eyes flickered in contemplation.

"Let's go find two land snakes and ask about the latest news from Gotham?"

Boom!

Not far ahead, a hurried figure collided with a lady walking with a brand-name bag.

"I'm sorry."

A girl with beautiful brown hair walked in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry, bowed her head and said sorry, hurriedly turned around and disappeared around the corner.

The lady cursed twice, and continued on without taking it seriously.

David raised his eyebrows, only to notice that the sapphire ring on the man's hand was missing.

It's not uncommon to bump into a robbery first, not to get out of a street, and then encounter a theft, after all, it's in Gotham, where the folk customs are simple.

But the moment of a head-on collision, stealing the ring from someone else's hand is a bit unusual.

His expression was slightly surprised.

As a thief, it is difficult not to deal with the three religions and nine streams, especially if there are some special channels for selling stolen goods, which can be regarded as a local snake.

"A good person to find out the news."

……

"Young Master, I don't know if you still remember that on top of this cave, it is Wayne Manor."

The gray-haired, meticulous old man in a butler's suit, with the vicissitudes and wisdom of the years in his eyes, walked slowly with a cup of iced coffee on a bright silver tray.

"Of course, Ah Fu."

Taking his coffee, Bruce Wayne took a sip and continued to manipulate the computer.

"How could I forget such a simple thing."

"But since you came back, you've been hiding in this bat cave, the manor that's just a stone's throw away, and you haven't been up a few times."

Alfred's eyes flashed helplessly.

"I have many things, Ah Fu.

Lots of things to do. ”

A computer hack downloaded the Gotham National Bank's withdrawal records to find some clues from them, and it turned out that the card that was withdrawn was Gotham's original leader of a small gang, and the boss had been dead for more than a year.

Bruce Wayne frowned.

Looking at the death file, the neck bone was twisted, and the body was found in the gang's makeshift den, along with a dozen gangster minions.

Part of it was a traumatic brain injury that died.

"The Hyena Gang?

Several members survived, but became vegetative. ”

During the same time, dozens of gangster minions across Gotham died from brain trauma, and seven or eight had brain damage and became vegetative.

Nothing else can be found, and the clues in hand seem to be broken.

"Young Master, I know your feelings.

But you're too impatient, and I'm a little worried. ”

Looking at the young master with a faint face that was not very good-looking, Ah Fu bowed slightly and made suggestions.

"Gotham's prosperity was born in 1840 when your ancestor Solomon Wayne invested in the industrial and commercial districts of Gotham that it is today.

But you know, these are not done in a day. ”

"One day won't build Rome, I know, Afu."

Rubbing his temples, Bruce Wayne confided in the old man who raised him single-handedly.

"I was once tested by nine deaths, trained enough to drive many people crazy, and I thought I was ready.

But when I returned to Gotham, I found that I was still lacking a lot. ”

"There's a world of difference between infiltrating, sabotage, assassination and infiltration, investigation, and protection."

He got up and walked over to the workbench and sharpened his bat dart with his tools, flying sparks reflected in his pupils.

"Ah Fu, I have advanced technology and powerful weapons, but some of them can't be replaced by technology.

I need to be more precise, stronger, and faster ......"

Like a bat in the dark that comes and goes without a trace, it preys on its prey with precision, hits instantly, is cold and efficient, and never makes a mistake!

"I have to interrupt you, young master."

Ah Fu shook his head.

"I don't know how long you'll be able to do this, but you'd better protect what you already have first."

"What do you mean?" Stopping, he turned his head and a look of doubt appeared on his face.

"If you continue like this, your top-secret technology and powerful weapons from Wayne Corporation's technology research and development department may be gone."

Ah Fu didn't want to see the children he watched grow up push himself so hard, leaving no respite for himself for the sake of the city.

"There will be no more cool, advanced Batmobiles and Batsuits for you to play with."

And now there really is something more urgent.

Bruce Wayne had an inquiring look in his eyes.

"William Earl has been managing your family business for so many years, and after your disappearance, some of his actions have gone out of line.

Most recently, as chairman of the board, he is lobbying directors to take your family business, Wayne Group, public. ”

Listening to Ah Fu's narration, Bruce Wayne's face sank.

For the average company, going public may bring all kinds of benefits, but for the Wayne Group, which has coexisted with Gotham for almost two hundred years, those benefits are not worth mentioning.

There is only one thing, and it will be easy to change the company's shares after going public, such as diluting the shares in the name of a guy who has been missing for several years and kicking out of the board of directors of the Wayne Group.

"You're right, Ah Fu.

Maybe it's time to let Gotham know that the Son of Wayne is back. ”

The sharp batarang flew over more than ten meters, hitting the bullseye accurately, his eyes were condensed, and he said slowly.

……

Around and around, on the ground paved with bricks and stones, there are no people in the streets and alleys.

A young girl in black skinny jeans and a blue striped blouse, her sloppy brown hair hides her white swan-like neck, and her bright and clever eyes like jewels hide behind rustic square-rimmed glasses.

A female student who dresses up and looks like she is buried in her studies all day long in college, no one will be wary of such a nerd.

Tucking the stolen purse into her waist satchel, she put the jewelry on her hand, her eyes shining at the sapphire ring she had just stolen.

"A standard star blue sapphire is enough to rank in the top ten in my collection."

Pushing down her glasses, Selena's eyes flashed with joy.

Today seems to be her lucky day, walking casually on the street, she can actually come across a beautiful sapphire ring.

"Stealing is not a good habit."

Without warning, a young, magnetic voice came from behind him.

Immediately, like a frightened cat, she deftly hid her ring and turned to look.

"Who?"

[Nervousness from Selena Kyle +18......]