Apologize, of course there is no apology. Who is Alfred? Think about it. He is Batman's guardian and Lynn's friend.
You taste it, you taste it carefully.
Could this be an ordinary small role? In terms of his extensive knowledge, strong nerves, mental endurance and ability to withstand pressure, Alfred should be considered the top player in the DC world.
Who can scare him~
Lin En, naturally you can’t do it either~
Al wasn't too surprised. He hung up the call to Lynn. He was clean and tidy, and the most outstanding thing was that he had a peaceful mind and loved it.
Anyway, what I can do and what I should do has been done. I can't control the rest at all. It's up to you.
Alfred thought so and did so, but Linn felt uncomfortable.
"Why did you hang up the phone? You haven't paid me yet!"
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Let's talk, let's make trouble, don't make fun of money. When Linn received Alfred's transfer notice, he decided to risk his life without hesitation to save his best friend: Batman!
So, wandering around, Linn rode a small bicycle with a cat on his head and a robot hanging on the handlebars, singing a cheerful song, and once again embarked on a journey away from home.
"That night breeze brings coolness~ That nightingale... Bah! Shameless, you came out at just this hour..."
The news of Lin En's return to the city should have been a secret. After all, he really didn't notify anyone. He simply flew back all the way and then performed a squat at home on the spot.
However, although no one dared to monitor Lin En's house, there were always people guarding Lin En's remote and dilapidated old house on the road leading to the city, no matter what time, day or night, spring, summer, autumn and winter. .
They are divided into different organizations and groups, take orders from all kinds of monsters and monsters, and all kinds of messy private individuals or institutions. They are very dedicated and dress up in various seemingly reasonable appearances and responsibilities, such as nightingales on the street. It has one and only one purpose.
observe. Observe that old house, when the lights turn on, and when someone comes out of that house.
Almost all of these people have seen a vague portrait of someone and a description of certain key words.
Right now, a person did come out of that dilapidated old house.
As written in the information they memorized, there are many keywords that can confirm their identity: gossip, neurosis, bicycle, cat...
"Oh my god..."
It had only been a few days since she had participated in this very meaningful job. Nightingale, who was employed by a mysterious intelligence organization, widened her eyes and made a meaningless, subconscious sigh: "Lynn...Lynn is back... "
"ah?"
Linn's physical fitness is excellent and his hearing is quite good, so he heard this whisper very clearly.
"you know me?"
"Ah no... I'm not, I didn't... Ah——! I don't know anything! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! Help!"
The woman with heavy makeup standing in the cold wind suddenly screamed like she was crazy, then turned around and ran away, leaving Lin En there with an embarrassed and innocent look on his face.
"Is it because of me? Well... wouldn't this be better?"
Lin took out the mask and put it on his head.
"Phew! Don't say it! You really don't say it! Warmth!"
After that, Linn, who had a funny smile on his mask, turned his head and looked at the other guys who were dressed up in various responsibilities, but they were all still in place, sweating profusely and shivering.
"I see."
Lynn got off the bike and kicked off the bike's footrests.
"It was you who scared her away! Tell me! What did you just do? Didn't you pay her?!"
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The wind howled as the Batmobile raced down the dark streets, its wheels rolling up a pile of old newspapers.
This is a dilapidated neighborhood, commonly known as Lower City.
From the information that Batman found, it seems that the iron man's family conditions have always been very good. His father and mother are both middle class. Logically speaking, they shouldn't live in such a place.
Maybe there are some details that haven't been found out. After all, who can be a superhero without a painful past that they can't look back on.
I found a place to hide the motorcycle. Batman has always done things like this. When he is close to the enemy, he is always silent, like a ghost in the night sky, but once he moves, he will move like thunder. It is standard equipment. Yes, it's the roaring sound of various engines.
He raised his hand and fired a hook gun. Although the cloud had already moved away, Batman, who was accustomed to mechanical structures, was still more accustomed to this way of climbing up the wall.
Moreover, he also likes to have something behind him at all times.
That cloud is now one of his back-ups.
The hook rope was hung on the gargoyle on the rooftop. Batman pulled the trigger and the rope was retracted very quickly, driving his body up to the rooftop.
Without making any sound, a shadow passed across the dark night. Batman stood on the high point of the rooftop, standing there quietly, waiting for his "prey".
Judging from the investigation information, Iron Man, the target this time, whose real name is Victor Stone, is a talented boy.
That's right, boy. This is a young man who is younger than Linn and has just turned twenty.
Originally, he was supposed to be a proud man who was about to have a shining moment in his life. Because this young man not only has a high IQ and went to a good university, but he is also a good athlete and the spiritual leader of the team.
However, an accident put an end to everything.
car accident.
he died.
Batman didn't find out where he died or whether he was sent to the hospital. However, now he is obviously not a dead man.
What made him resurrected, and what gave him that strange appearance and body. With those strange abilities, Batman is also unknown.
However, those are not important.
What really matters is whether this young man really deserves to be classified as a member of the group.
Whether he has justice in his heart or not is the only thing Batman cares about.
"Let's see what kind of person you are."
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The place Batman chose was the neighborhood where Iron Man often appeared. He should live nearby. From this point of view, this guy is a bit... immature. He easily exposed some of his information that could easily be detected by the enemy.
This is obviously a point deduction.
However, it can be changed.
If that guy really "passes the interview," Batman wouldn't mind acting as a teacher and teaching him some superhero survival knowledge.
…
Time passed by, and no one came to this dilapidated neighborhood.
After all, there is little value in robbery or committing crimes here, which is understandable.
But Batman is certainly not afraid of waiting. He believes that with the crime rate in this place, he should soon see an incident that requires a superhero to come forward to solve it.
Sure enough, after some time passed, a few guys driving a box truck got out of the truck without a license plate, skillfully put on masks on themselves, took out tools, and cut open the door of a second-hand goods store. Lock it and slip in.
On the rooftop, Batman lowered his eyebrows and looked at them quietly. After everyone entered the store, he curled his lips in disdain.
I thought he was a skilled worker, but he turned out to be a complete novice. He didn't even have a lookout, no one was left in the driver's seat, and the car stalled.
Has Gotham now reduced to this?
Can anyone commit a crime? !
Looking up at the gloomy night sky, in such cold weather, even thieves and robbers can hide in the house, but superheroes can only blow the cold wind on the rooftop. It's really...
That guy, why hasn't he shown up yet...
"ah--!"
Below, in the shop. There was a scream.
not good! There is someone in the store! And those robbers were actually armed!
Damn novice! Don’t they know the difference between being armed or not?
Can't wait any longer! Although Batman has never claimed to be a good person, of course he can't just look at this situation.
With his arms raised and the bat cape spread out behind his back, Batman stood up, ready to glide over and save the unlucky shopkeeper.
At this moment, Batman heard something in the night sky above his head.
Whoosh~!
A blurry figure with a silvery white luster flew across the sky at high speed, drew an arc, and rushed into the store with a slight sound of breaking through the air.
Bang bang bang gunfire sounded one after another, sparks of light kept flashing, and a fierce battle should have broken out in the room.
But soon, the battle fell silent.
Batman didn't move, just waited quietly.
Sure enough, the quiet time only lasted a few seconds. With the sound of glass breaking, several guys were thrown out of the house. They smashed the glass, broke the iron sheet, and fell to the hard ground. His head was bleeding.
The sound of heavy footsteps sounded, and there was an obvious red light flashing in the darkness, shaking, moving from the darkness to the light.
Oh, it turned out to be that guy's eyes. One of his eyes is actually an electronic mechanical eye.
At this time, Batman took out a small monocular telescope from his belt and looked down.
At this time, for the first time, he saw the true condition of the iron man clearly and comprehensively.
It turned out that the guy was not wearing any mechanical prosthetic limbs. His whole body, at least close to 65%, was completely composed of mechanical bodies, which even included parts of the body and head!
This is something that humans absolutely cannot do. It has nothing to do with money, it’s purely about the level of technology that cannot be achieved.
Putting away the telescope, Bruce looked at the iron man below who was talking to the shop owner who was covering his shoulders. He vaguely felt that this guy might be hiding some bigger secret.
He rose into the air again, and after saving the life of the shop owner and knocking out the amateur robbers, Iron Man took off again and flew to other places.
Of course, Batman couldn't just let him go. At this time, using a hook gun was obviously not enough to deal with such a situation.
A steaming cloud was released from a small bottle by Batman. He jumped onto the cloud and followed quickly behind the guy.
…
At first, Batman thought this guy would patrol other parts of the city and do what a superhero should do.
But this guy had no intention of slowing down or staying, and flew straight in a certain direction.
Pursing his lips slightly, Batman knew that this guy who neither changed direction nor accelerated or slowed down had probably discovered him.
Without any hesitation, Batman sped up, and sure enough, the guy suddenly sped up too.
The two of them flew out of the city in unison, and landed in a remote old city on the edge of the city where even homeless people would not come.
After jumping off the cloud, Batman collected the cloud with a small bottle, gathered the cloak to wrap himself, and quietly looked at... Iron Man standing not far in front of him, with his back to him.
"Why are you following me."
Silence has always been one of Batman's weapons. At any time, if he loses his composure during a confrontation, it is almost always the other party who loses the opportunity.
This time was no exception. The iron man in front spoke first, but he still did not turn around.
"You know I'm coming to you."
Batman didn't answer his question, but instead "answered" a question of his own.
"Of course I know."
Iron Man turned around, his mechanical eyes flashing red.
"No information that exists on the Internet can be hidden from me. I know you are investigating me."
Iron Man took a step forward, his steps very heavy: "Batman, do you want to capture me in Arkham too?"
Still answering the question: "You know who I am. But I don't know your name yet."
After a moment of silence, Iron Man spoke again: "You can call me: Cyborg."
Cyborg is...well, much stronger than Iron Man.
"Cyborg. Is this the code name you gave yourself? Do you want to protect this city?"
Cyborg took a step back, as if about to leave: "This has nothing to do with you."
"No. This has to do with me."
As soon as Batman answered, Cyborg suddenly turned back, raised his arm, and three positioning lasers were printed on Batman's chest and face.
"I don't want to hear you talk. Goodbye."
Having said that, Cyborg, who showed a strong sense of self, was about to take off and leave here.
"Victor."
At this time, Batman called his name.
In an instant, a trace of panic appeared on Cyborg's face, who had been coldly rejecting people thousands of miles away just now.
"you……"
"Victor, some things don't necessarily have to be done online."
Cyborg's reaction was even more resistant. He looked like he would attack at any time and looked at Batman indifferently: "What do you want."
"I think……"
Batman walked forward slowly. This time, he was not "intimidated".
"...Invite you to join an organization. An organization that can better protect the city, fight crime better, and protect the people."
"I'm not interested. Goodbye."
Batman kept walking, but Cyborg didn't seem to want to "take on the challenge". After leaving a hasty sentence, he took off directly and left here with a whoosh.
On the same spot, Batman raised his head, and the tightly covered special cloak spread out, revealing the thickened bat armor underneath.
"The test...passed. Next, it's a question of how to persuade."
After unscrewing the small bottle, the cloud appeared again, and Batman also left here.
(End of chapter)
