The lights in the base are always bright. Although it is deep in hell, the light is as bright as day on earth.
Coupled with the metal walls and ceilings, as well as various high-tech equipment in the base, the master and servant Wayne did not feel that this place was hell at all.
"The design of this base is roughly based on the Batcave before the timeline was restarted, and all the equipment on display have been copied and restored."
In the center of the empty hall, Russell raised his finger and pointed at the walls on both sides. Inside the glass display cabinets were various bat suits: "Because there were too many, I moved the small props to the second floor below. The next floor is the Bat Chariot and Bat Suit." Transportation such as airplanes.”
"..."
Bruce didn't say anything. He also has a Batcave, which is still under renovation. Compared to the one in front of him...
want to!
"This series of bat suits..."
Passing by the display cabinet, Bruce was quickly attracted to several Bat-suits from the same series.
The armor is completely black and has a fully enclosed design. The light-absorbing coating has a heavy metallic feel, and there is a bright red bat wing symbol on the chest.
It is obvious that this series of Bat suits are more powerful than the last.
"Oh, this set is the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor' series. It is different from ordinary bat suits. It has enhanced defense, speed, strength, firepower output... insulation, high temperature resistance, and a propeller on the back..."
Russell introduced it in detail: "It has a built-in supercomputer with powerful data analysis and intelligence collection capabilities. It has two attack modes: automatic and manual."
"Who is Deathstroke, and why would I create such a dangerous anti-Deathstroke series?"
Bruce asked in a deep voice, his intuition telling him that Deathstroke might be his lifelong enemy.
"It's me, I'm the death knell."
"?"
Bruce looked confused. Could it be that his lifelong enemy is Satan?
"When we first met, I used the pseudonym 'Deathstroke' to move around Gotham City, punishing criminals and eliminating evil every night, because Gotham is your territory. Soon you came to the door aggressively and blocked me in an alley. "
Russell explained: "The street posing series was taken that night. You overestimated your ability to show off your strength and threatened to kick my ass. In the end, I beat you until you were naked, left the photos and left with a bad face. It was very shameful." of."
Bruce: (?_?)
Even if what Russell said was true, he still didn't believe it. The photo was a complete fraud. There was no doubt about it.
"From that night, our bad relationship officially began. You admitted that I was a superhero, but behind your back you kept making small moves. You regarded me as an unstable factor that threatened the security of the earth. You upgraded your anti-Death knell armor again and again, only to To have the means to restrain me.”
"Looks like I failed!"
Bruce replied coldly, if it really succeeded, the timeline would not be restarted.
"Failure is inevitable because I have never shown all my power in front of you..."
Russell smiled unscrupulously: "When you finish updating the anti-Death Knell armor and think it is stable, I will add a little more strength. If you continue to update, I will continue to increase my strength... Under a virtuous circle, you will gain substantial daily rewards and hard work." I also gained a lot of happiness through my sweat, and this is probably the tacit understanding between close friends!"
Bruce: "..."
There was absolutely nothing to talk about that day. With a straight face, he refused to watch the 'Anti-Deathstroke Armor' series and walked up the stairs to the negative second floor.
Bat helmet, multifunctional belt, ice grenade, acid batarang, belt laser sword...
The various props made Bruce salivate. There was no expression on his face, but he was thinking about how to imitate them when he returned.
Plagiarism?
It doesn't exist. Russell already said it. These were Batman's equipment before the timeline was restarted. Can you call yourself copying if you copy your own ideas?
Don't be ridiculous, borrowing doesn't count!
"Here, what kind of ore is this?"
Bruce opened the closed metal box, which contained green gems of different sizes, along with a dozen finished products.
Gloves, sprays, anti-riot net guns, rocket launchers, spears, etc. are all inlaid with green gems.
Russell kindly explained: "This is green kryptonite, a weapon you specially developed to deal with Kryptonians."
"Kryptonian, alien?"
"Yes, Kryptonians are invulnerable and powerful. They have abilities such as flight, heat vision, freezing breath, and clairvoyance. Even nuclear bombs cannot destroy them. They are a very powerful cosmic race."
Russell continued: "There is no difference in appearance between Kryptonians and humans. If you don't show your power, you can't tell the difference if you blend in with the crowd."
"There is such a powerful alien race, no wonder I make these weapons."
"That's not true. You made these weapons mainly to defend against Clark."
Russell waved his hand to stop Bruce from putting too much gold in his face: "Clark is a Kryptonian who grew up on the earth. He is a superhero nicknamed 'Superman'. He is so kind-hearted that he is like a virgin, but his ears are extremely soft. Without me, he would have appeared. Under such circumstances, you will be lifelong friends, but Clark is too honest and regards you as a brother from the bottom of his heart, but you have never truly trusted him."
Bruce: "..."
Don't refute, because that's the kind of person he is.
"Let me tell you a funny story to prove how pathetic Clark is."
Russell touched his chin: "One day in the future, Clark is afraid that he will be controlled by the villain and there is no superhero who can stop him, so he will hand over the last kryptonite on the earth to you. I hope you can stand up by then."
"Sounds like a nice guy."
Bruce nodded. Although he didn't know him yet, he was sure of the Kryptonian friend named Clark based on the story Russell told.
"Not only is it good, it's extremely honest."
Russell rolled his eyes at Bruce and continued: "Clark handed you the last piece of kryptonite with a solemn expression as if he was proposing. You were so moved that you stored the kryptonite in the warehouse with tears in your eyes. As a result, it was filled with kryptonite and kryptonite. Stone weapons.”
Superman's nemesis has something to say about Batman's hoarding of Kryptonite.
Luthor: Damn it, Batman, for making me conduct artificial kryptonite research.
"If I do this, it will only prove that Clark is extremely powerful and his existence itself is a threat."
Bruce was neither ashamed nor proud, and calmly commented on Russell's story.
"Not anymore. I'm much more dangerous than Clark."
"..."
Bruce didn't say anything. This was exactly what he was struggling with. How to kill Satan who was not within the scope of time?
…
After visiting the third level of transportation, Bruce felt that his eyes were opened. Listening to Russell's talk about the future, he felt a strong sense of crisis.
He needs a plan, a plan for every crisis!
But first, he needs this base!
"What price?"
"What?"
"You wouldn't bring me here for no reason, so what will it cost me to buy this base."
"What if I said it was money?"
"Whatever, as long as it's not the entire Wayne Enterprises, you can set whatever price you want, and I won't consider counter-offering."
When Bruce heard that money could solve the problem, he immediately agreed.
"It's okay not to make a counteroffer. That's something Clark should consider."
Russell complained, with a sunny smile on his face: "It's okay to talk about money and hurt feelings. Don't mention the smell of money. I'll just take a few photos and collect them."
"How many?"
"A few photo albums."
"..."
Half an hour later, Bruce sat in front of the super computer in a daze with a pale face. Next to him were Russell and Alfred who were commenting on the photos.
Overall, everyone was satisfied except Bruce, who was not satisfied.
"Russell, what is the fourth floor of the underground base?"
After Russell put away the camera and Alfred returned to his serious butler mode, Bruce said: "No need to deny it, I know there must be a fourth level, and maybe there are more."
"There are indeed fourth and fifth floors, but they are all useless ornaments that I collect and play with."
Russell shrugged: "It's not for sale. If you're interested, I can show you around."
…
On the fourth floor, the damp and dark cave walls are slightly reflective, and the light comes from a pool of water below.
It is crystal clear and dazzling, just like the stars blooming like the sand of the Milky Way. It is fascinating to look at it.
Russell's homemade fountain of life can heal injuries and illnesses, and all diseases, known and unknown, can be easily cured.
It has similar effects to the Lazarus Pool of the League of Assassins, but is more perfect. Long-term immersion not only has no side effects of insanity, but also improves physical fitness and strengthens speed, strength, and reflexes.
Made by me when I am free and bored, the main purpose is for heroes to save beauties and seduce female superheroes/villains.
Wow!
The water splash dispersed, and Bruce walked out of the pool, took a longing look, quickly put on his clothes and walked towards the fifth floor.
want to!
The fifth floor is the same as the first three floors, with a metalized modern technological style. There is a super collider inside for traveling through parallel universes.
With Russell's authority and strength, he can take people through time without the need for a machine. This machine is used to harm people. He hopes that a super villain will snatch the machine away and invade other parallel universes.
Now, he finds that the machine has a better use, such as throwing Bruce into some parallel universe, ending up in the Justice League or the Wayne family's bat nest.
It's interesting to think about.
"how do you feel?"
Russell stood in front of the machine in a white coat, meticulously looking like a researcher. Because he was eighteen years old, he was still an intern researcher.
"What price?"
Bruce asked bluntly, confirming from the side.
If it were a photo album again, he would have no worries about having too many lice or itchy lice because he had too many debts. He had no fear. He didn't believe that Russell could still come up with new tricks.
"Not for sale!"
Russell turned to look at Bruce and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Looking at the impatient look on your face, maybe I should help you choose an opponent."
"?"
Without waiting for Bruce to answer, Russell started typing quickly on the keyboard. After locking a certain world, he selected the target person, captured and teleported it.
female!
Elegant, elegant, with the same yellow skin and black hair as Russell, Ms. Siwa is from the League of Assassins.
The world's number one assassin in DC, with a brilliant record, having defeated Batman several times with his bare hands, he is most likely the strongest fighter on the planet.
"Bat, no, Bruce Wayne, I seem to have forgotten to put a mask on you."
Russell apologized: "The secret of you being Batman has been leaked. You in another universe are very dangerous and may very well lead to death. What should I do? Why not... dead people don't leak secrets, so kill her."
Bruce: "..."
If Clark had the bad luck of several lifetimes to know him, then he must have had the bad luck of several lifetimes to know Russell.
Also, what is so good about him that Satan will still miss him after restarting the world?
If you tell him, he promises to change his past!
(End of chapter)