After the victim Alfred personally identified the suspect, it was confirmed that he was the clown. The case was finally revealed. The next step was to bring him to justice and bring justice to the public.
Although the three of them knew the actual situation and the real murderer was someone else, who could make the clown not present!
Bruce cleared up the matter calmly, and Alfred also helped him put on the Bat suit with a smile on his face. However, I am afraid only they know what they are thinking and whether they want to settle the score.
When Russell saw this posture, he suddenly panicked: "Bruce, does the Batman sketch photo you promised still count?"
"..."
Bruce was too lazy to answer. Russell actually dared to ask for a promise. What was going on? Didn't he have a plan in mind?
Seeing that Bruce didn't speak, Russell Quan assumed that he had acquiesced. He was secretly proud that he could make Batman feel defeated and unable to express his suffering. This was the greatest affirmation of his intelligence, and he would be worthy of living in Gotham in the future.
Putting on the Batsuit again, Batman quickly came to the window, fired out the grapple gun, hugged Alfred and landed on the swing, leading the way and successfully escaped from Arkham in a few clicks.
Looking at his skillful posture, he looks like he is wandering in his own back garden!
"Death Knell, what's going on over there, are you a companion?"
Bruce was referring to the Suicide Squad. Because the six of them lured away almost all the guards, they were able to leave easily.
"No, they are 'Task Force X', a group of super criminals with life sentences, hired by the US imperialist government..."
Russell roughly told the origin of the Suicide Squad, and by the way, the purpose of their mission to Gotham. Finally, he concluded: "Although they are a bunch of bastards, they did something to save you. Give me face. Next time we meet Don’t torture them too harshly.”
Bruce nodded and silently wrote down three important pieces of information about Amanda Waller, Task Force .
Batman: It's time to expand the database!
The three of them quickly left Arkham Asylum and walked into the woods. Alfred cleared the cover, revealing two Batmobiles that had been prepared for a long time.
"Bruce, where are we going next?"
"Secret base!"
Wayne Manor was bombed by Bane, the Batcave was turned into ruins, and countless equipment was looted, but it was not a big problem. Batman had the ability to make money, and he had other bases in Gotham City. It would be easy to make a comeback.
The three of them hurried on at night. After entering downtown Gotham, Bruce opened the manhole cover and walked around in the complicated underground tunnels until Russell was knocked out and finally came to the so-called secret base.
A three-story base buried deep underground!
The facilities are complete and all kinds of equipment and items are available. Although the base level is far inferior to that of the Batcave, and it does not have the killer weapon of the Bat Fighter, it is enough to arm Bruce to the teeth.
Buzz!
Bruce waved the laser sword on his belt, buckled it, and quickly browsed the intelligence information on the computer.
Alfred was responsible for collecting this information. To put it bluntly, he was half responsible for Batman's success. In other words, the butler is the man standing behind Batman, supporting Batman's intelligence network with one hand covering the sky.
"Master Wayne, your black tea. And you, Mr. Deathstroke, your ice water!"
"Uh, thank you."
Although the ice water was not freezing at all and was even close to 100 degrees, Russell did not dare to overdo it, so it was good that it was not poisoned.
Five minutes later, Bruce read all the information, drank the black tea in one gulp, and then refined and supplemented his plan after sorting it out in his mind.
"Gotham City is currently in chaos. Only by defeating the city hall in one fell swoop, taking the lead in removing this cancer, and releasing the administrative officials inside can we change the current state of anarchy and chaos, and then cooperate with the police..."
Bruce talked about a lot of general policies and arrangements. He knew that Russell couldn't understand, so he explained many of them in one sentence. Finally, he asked directly: "Deathstroke, tell me the truth, can the anti-Deathstroke armor be used by you?" How many minutes can you hold it in your hands?"
Russell was not wearing a visor at this time. He blinked in confusion when he heard this. He didn't know how far the so-called 'Anti-Death Knell Armor' could go, so he could only modestly say: "A conservative estimate, I can dismantle half of the Anti-Death Knell Armor." Hours, I believe in your ability, Bruce, you can last for twenty minutes at the most."
"..."
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Russell's words were still as irritating as ever. After a moment, he continued: "Afu, the manpower is limited. I have to trouble you to dispatch this time."
"Master, please don't say that. Gotham City is my home, and this is what I should do." Alfred bowed.
Russell saw it with great envy. Externally, he collected intelligence, coordinated operations, and solved problems for the owner of the house. Internally, he kept the house in an orderly manner so that the owner could eat and drink without having to worry about anything. He really wanted a housekeeper like this.
But no, his assistant was a stupid cat who couldn't even bark, and he even got lost!
"Afu, I want you to fix the Bat-Lamp in Gotham City and tell everyone that Batman is back. I will go to the TV station and other places to reconnect the data signal and restore communication between Gotham and the outside world, as well as the location of the dirty bomb. , I have some general information, I have to confirm it myself."
"As for you, Deathstroke..."
Bruce said with a stern face: "I'll leave it to you at the city hall. When I connect the signal of the TV station, I want you to appear on the stage in the strongest possible posture, defeat the 'Anti-Deathstroke Armor' in front of everyone, and shock everyone in one fell swoop. Everyone, create fear among the criminals in the city.”
Bruce's request was very simple. Russell made a big fuss, as loud and loud as he wanted!
There is a reason why he made this arrangement!
The Joker and Bane are in the city hall right now, and there may be some hidden super villains who are not lacking in strength and resourcefulness. Batman himself went there, but due to factors such as his personal strength and the opponent's understanding of him, he was unable to defeat the powerful enemy with the most shocking and tough methods.
But Russell is different!
It is true that Russell's IQ is average and far inferior to the Joker and Bane, but he is quite a fool!
You can never guess what a fool will do next.
This is not a curse, on the contrary, it is a complimentary comment made by Batman Bruce Wayne to Russell. Bruce feels that he cannot guess Russell's stupid brain, and the Joker and Bane who have the same IQ as him certainly cannot guess it either.
This kind of unpredictable, double-edged sword can hurt others and yourself. If used well, it can give the enemy a fatal blow.
Russell blinked: "I understand, let me show off! Go all the way to the end and knock everyone down, right?"
Bruce was silent for a moment: "Do you have any other questions?"
"have!"
Russell said: "Leave the maintenance of the bat lamp to me. I don't look down on the housekeeper. After all, time is not forgiving. He is old. He can just sit at home and make black tea. Let the young people do the physical work!"
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Deathstroke, but I think I'm not old yet, at least not too old." Alfred said with a smile.
"I believe Ah Fu, he can do it!"
Hearing Russell's concerned words, Bruce's face softened a lot: "Without Alfred, Batman wouldn't be alive today. I know better than anyone that he can do many incredible things."
Thinking of the butler being knocked down by him with three punches and two kicks, Russell was doubtful and raised his eyebrows: "For example... making black tea at an incredible speed?"
"..."x2
Bruce had a long face: "For example, my Bat suit and many new equipment were designed and manufactured by Ah Fu, as was this secret base. To tell you the truth, besides me and Ah Fu, you are the first People who come in here.”
"It sounds so awesome..."
“It’s not what it sounds like, but it’s how awesome it is!”
In order to clear his old butler's name, Bruce said boldly: "Without my permission, no one in Gotham City can easily find and successfully enter here. This is Alfred's ability. I firmly believe in him. He does things well." Secret enough."
"Master, you are exaggerating!" Alfred smiled kindly, but his body was still involuntarily straightened, like a javelin.
Bang! Bang! Bang————
"..."x3
Hearing that someone was prying open the door of the secret base, the three people in the room suddenly stared, especially Bruce, who felt that his face was swollen.
Squeak! !
The sound of twisted metal rubbing against each other was heard. When no one responded, the people outside violently pried open the door.
Bruce was slapped in the face again. Not only did someone easily find the secret base, they also successfully walked in.
"This is impossible! I have set up many traps, including bombs, poison gas, electric current, acid, flamethrowers, etc. How could it be possible..." Alfred was shocked and felt a sense of disbelief.
Bang! !
The blast door in front of the three people was dented to the naked eye, and was finally violently knocked open. Bruce stood up silently, protecting the old butler behind him, and guessed who the identity of the unknown enemy was.
Bang!
The blast door fell down, and Jason strode in wearing a hockey mask, holding a machete, as if he was looking for trouble.
(._.)
(゜一゜)x3
"who are you?"
Bruce secretly thought something was wrong, and Jason's eyes were cold and ruthless, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Jason had numerous wounds all over his body, including burns, gunshot wounds, and arrows. Some of them were corroded by acid so deep that the bones were visible, and they were all hurting rapidly. In the process of healing.
A tough enemy!
"Don't be nervous, we are one of our own..."
Russell held Bruce's shoulders and introduced: "His name is Jason, my little brother."
"..."
Bruce didn't speak, and he didn't plan to speak in front of Russell in the future. I don't know if it was his imagination. Every time he was with Russell, he would be very unlucky. Either he would be tricked by Russell, or he would dig a hole and jump into it himself.
But soon, Bruce became more confident in his plan. If Russell could trick him, he would definitely be able to trick the Joker and Bane.
the other side!
"How's it going? Did you find the person?"
(._.)
"In the city hall, it's a big room. Besides her, there are many people in it... Well, these people you mentioned are not queuing, right?"
(._.)
"Oh, that's fine! Then who else is with her?"
(._.)
"A cat, a red-haired woman!"
Bruce looked at the exchange between Russell and Jason in surprise, and asked the universal butler Alfred with his eyes. Although there was no verbal communication, Russell could understand Jason's meaning. How did he do it?
Is it a special function or other reasons?
Alfred frowned slightly, indicating that the information was insufficient and he didn't know!
