The so-called real plan was a series of actions that Amber discussed with Clark when he traveled to Gotham.

Eradicating these little minions is just a practice for him, and the real big scene is not something that a small Gotham can satisfy.

It's just...

"You're still too immature right now."

Amber shook her head slightly, "And I can feel that your abilities are not perfect, and you are still growing. ”

"But..."

Clark's excitement cooled, and he understood that Amber was right, "I see, it's up to you." ”

"Let's go."

Amber turned to look at the end of the street, "There are three more places to go tonight." ”

Clark and Jack naturally had no opinion, and just as they were about to keep up, Batman finally couldn't help but speak.

"You can't hide your identity, either kill me now, or I will definitely stop your actions!"

Hearing this, Clark's eyes lit red.

"Don't be angry."

Amber patted him on the shoulder, "Mr. Batman is a bit stupid, but he is not a villain after all, which is not what we intended.

Clark, my friend, you can't be controlled by your own powers and desires, you have to control them. ”

"yes, I see."

Clark calmed down, he had just killed so many people, and he was in a more agitated mood at the moment, and it was easy to do impulsive things.

Amber looked at Batman, "Bruce Wayne, do whatever you want, after all, sometimes if there is no opponent, then the game is too boring, isn't it?"

Ah, out of politeness, I think it's better to show you what it really looks like. ”

As he spoke, he took off the mask from his face, and Jack did the same, and even made a defiant expression at the end.

Clark hesitated, but chose to believe Amber.

When three somewhat familiar faces appeared in front of him, Bruce Wayne froze in place.

He has a good memory.

"It's you..."

"That's right, it's time for your private jet to get better, there's a lot of noise to sit in."

Amber lazily complained, then put the mask back on her face.

"I'm not going to kill you, but every time you go against me, I'm going to pick someone you care about, so think about it before you make a decision, dear Mr. Batman."

As the backs of the three gradually moved away, Bruce Wayne could no longer support it, and his body gradually became rickety.

The impact just now caused varying degrees of damage to the internal organs.

But what made him feel more powerless compared to these was the other things that Amber showed.

Bruce Wayne has encountered many enemies since he put on the bat armor, but none of them have been able to do anything like the other side, but they are far more oppressive than those vicious criminals.

It was the first time he felt small.

No way!

Can't be decadent!

Bruce Wayne slapped his cheek hard, then took an analgesic from his cloak and injected it into his body.

As the pain wore off, he got up from the ground and walked into the laundry.

Large craters appeared on the concrete floor, which should have been extremely hard, and the bullet casings everywhere told the weakness of the firearm, and the invincible hot weapon became a joke at this moment.

And as it continues to go deeper, the Maroney family's D-making factory is even more shocking.

The smell of blood emitted by the corpses combined with the characteristic smell of white powder to form a very unpleasant stench.

It's even more exaggerated than a slaughterhouse.

This scene strengthened Bruce Wayne's determination.

He is the guardian of the city and must not allow anyone to disrupt the order.

……

……

With so many deaths for two days in a row, the gangsters in Gotham City finally had a more positive reaction.

They learned the details from the two guards released by Clark, and through the surveillance video of the police station, they finally had a relatively clear target.

The murderer is not a local, but an outsider.

This made several gangsters who were already driven by a rush instantly unite.

Led by Falcone, several of the top five families held detailed talks to try to chop down those who dared to provoke them.

Inside the Batcave, Bruce Wayne looked at the scene of a group of gangsters arguing fiercely in the surveillance footage and was caught in a dilemma.

Reason told him that if he wanted to expel or even capture Amber and the others, using the power of the entire city was the best choice.

But for some reason, the sixth sense in the dark stopped him. It seems that if you do this, something very bad will happen.

This left Bruce Wayne undecided.

Maybe...

He suddenly thought of an idea, since that guy said that he would not kill himself, then using his face to follow the past may have an unexpected gain.

"Help me contact the principal in Evanston, I want..."

Meanwhile.

Inside the school's dormitory.

Jack smeared the suspicion on his body, the smell was strange to him.

"Hey, man, does this live oil really work? Why does Chinese medicine sound so similar to witchcraft? ”

"Are you feeling better?"

Amber sat on the bed with a book in her hand on the affairs of men and women.

"When you say that, it doesn't seem to hurt that much."

Jack raised his arm in a magical way, and his mouth grinned to his ears.

"So it doesn't matter what it is, as long as it's useful."

Amber casually perfunctory, and let out a strange scream.

"What's wrong?"

Clarke's musings were interrupted, and he looked up.

"Nothing, just seeing the wonderful places."

Amber replied with a smile.

"Why are we showing faces to Batman? He's Bruce Wayne and has a lot of energy in the city. ”

Clark asked questions that he hadn't figured out all night.

"I thought you were putting up with it."

Amber put down the book and a smile appeared on her face, "Actually, there aren't many reasons why I did this, one is to make things more interesting, and the other...

He cares about this more than we do, Batman's reputation in Gotham is not good, unless he wants the Wayne Group to be put with explosives every day, he will not tear his face. ”

"I see."

Clark nodded abruptly.

"Man, you should have faith in Amber."

Jack chimed in, "His brain spins faster than a motor, and his eyes are sharper than an eagle." ”

"What a terrible description."

Clark laughed and complained.

Bang bang bang!

The three of them were chatting when there was a knock on the door of the dormitory.

"Who?"

Jack asked immediately.

"It's me, your dean."

Abraham's voice rang out outside the door.

Clark's eyes flashed red, and then he saw an unexpected face.

(End of chapter)