Now, when Cyborg guessed the real name and identity of the guy sitting across from him, and when he admitted it personally, it seemed that... everything became reasonable.
As a newly debuted superhero, a newcomer who is trying to integrate into a new circle with a new identity, how could a person like Cyborg, who is naturally capable of learning enough secret information, do this? Well, the name Adrian feels unfamiliar.
To a certain extent, perhaps the name Lynn is the most worthy of attention. Because in most of the information and intelligence about him, he was marked as dangerous, had key information withheld, was listed as the most undesirable person, and was banned by all intelligence organizations and others who also depended on the dirty underground world. Organizations avoid them like snakes and scorpions...
Lynn's pronoun is: Danger.
He is the danger itself. In every sense of the word.
Even in a place like Gotham, Lynn's name can also have the effect of cleaning up the streets to some extent. This is already equivalent to Batman's treatment.
What's even more exaggerated is that no one dares to even try to take revenge on Lin En, and do some things like revenge with Lin En as his target.
Compared to Batman, Lynn seems to have little visibility. Because most of the people who knew Lin En's name and had access to him were dead.
He is a real killer, otherwise he would not enjoy such a prestigious reputation and remain so anonymous at the same time. When such contradictions appear in the same person, it itself shows enough danger.
Even with Cyborg's ability, it is difficult for him to find enough detailed information related to Linn on the Internet. Most of the rumors about him are always contradictory, but...
At least now, Cyborg can confirm one thing is true.
This guy Linn... is indeed a dangerous lunatic!
Even more crazy and terrifying than the rumors!
…………
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
Cyborg was lying on his back on the raised debris of the road. In the previous battle, Linn almost crushed him, a newly minted superhero.
All of Cyborg's attacks seemed... painless to Linn.
Although it was outrageous to say this in front of an opponent covered in blood who had been injured by mechanical cannons, high-temperature laser knives, and discrete pulse bombs, Cyborg confirmed that Linn had indeed suffered fatal injuries, but he was not dead.
Not only that, Cyborg felt that during the short, fast battle, the few times he was able to attack Lin En were probably because Lin En deliberately did not avoid it and took the initiative to hit him.
This crazy guy is either confident enough to confirm that he can't die no matter what. Either... Linn was using this method to test the quality of his attacks and the "quality" of Cyborg.
Either way, it is enough to prove that Linn is a crazy lunatic!
Now, this madman is sitting in front of Cyborg, his upper body is bare, and his body is covered with injuries caused by fire and explosion, showing that strange deep red color mixed with burnt black.
Hell...he's even smoking...
Doesn't this guy feel pain?
…
"Hiss...you did go a bit too hard."
Linn put the cigarette held between his fingers into his mouth, turned sideways, and pulled out a long blade with arc-shaped teeth from his back.
"What did you just say?"
Lin En was holding a cigarette in his mouth, holding the piece of iron that had just been pulled out of his body, tilting his head and looking at Cyborg: "You said... you don't know what I'm talking about.
Hmm, this sounds familiar. Let me think about it...where do you live..."
"what are you up to!"
Home!
Cyborg instantly thought of his father and the iron box he hid in the closet.
"Um?"
Lin En was very happy: "You really put that iron box at home. It really belongs to you. At least dig a hole or something. I mean, you are really..."
"Lynn, I'm warning you, if you..."
"What are you doing? What did you say, warning, warning whom?"
As he stood up, the hard scabs mixed with blood and soil on Linn's body fell off, revealing some reddish flesh. This scene made Cyborg feel a little uncomfortable and a little envious.
At this time, Lin En walked up to him, squatted down, and gently tapped Cyborg's mechanical eye with his hand.
"Are you warning me? Alas, I'm not telling you. You should take a look at the situation and talk like a villain. Do you think so?
You also warned me, fortunately I am a good person, otherwise... what kind of look do you have? Make it clear! Otherwise I will really go to your house! "
Linn's emotions seemed to fluctuate greatly, and Cyborg couldn't figure out whether he was using some kind of technique to extract or induce a confession, or... he was simply crazy, that's how it was.
However, he knew very well that at this time, it was better not to anger Linn as much as possible.
Whether it's for himself, for his unaware father, or to protect that dangerous iron box.
"What is that iron box? Why do you want to get that thing?"
Rather than continue following Linn's words, Cyborg chose to delay.
Although it is not yet known what method Lin En used to "stop" himself here, he can still feel the existence of his mechanical limbs. As long as he drags it on...
Moreover, this is Gotham, the city of Batman. This guy Lynn has fought Batman many times, and Batman will not just sit idly by!
In the meeting with Batman just now, how could Cyborg not see that the other party was completely non-hostile? That's Batman. Would such a person come here in the middle of the night just to see him?
There must be a purpose.
And the most reasonable possible reasons that Cyborg could think of, each of them means that Batman needs his help at this time, or needs his ability to do something.
Batman himself is the representative of the righteous side of Gotham, and Cyborg knows it very well.
So... this is a test, a test to distinguish friend from foe.
Judging from the current situation, Cyborg feels that he should have passed the test.
Because of this, Cyborg knew that right now, he was not actually fighting alone. He had a hidden ally.
As long as I can hold off...
"Ah, you even asked, hey, one million for one question, if you give me the money, I will sue...Fake! I almost forgot! Why the hell are you paying back the money, paying back the money!!
Why don't you have a collar? Then what should I catch? You pay back the money, pay back the money...! "
Holding Cyborg's own robotic hand, Lin En circled left and right, slapped his mouth, and pulled Cyborg around until his head was knocked out.
"impossible!"
Of course, Cyborg still has a backbone, and he shouted angrily: "I will never hand over that money to someone like you! Never!"
"Oh, I..."
Lin En's neck was twisted with anger: "What's this money and that money! What I'm talking about is my money! My own money! You emptied my card, and you took my money away! What did you do? How can you be so shameless! How can you be so bad!"
Being scolded by Linn for being shameless was probably something Cyborg had never imagined before. It seemed to involve a personal insult.
but……
Cyborg seemed to have figured it out. He seemed, probably, maybe, to have accidentally taken away Linn's own money.
That's it, I'm sorry.
"Victor Stone. Give me my money back. You have no idea what terrible things I can do."
Leaning close to Cyborg's ear, Lin whispered: "I will implant a computer virus into you..."
It makes a weird sound when I turn it on and can't turn it off. "
…
Maybe Lynn's threat worked, or maybe the upright Cyborg has always been a good kid willing to admit his mistakes.
In short, Lynn's money returned to his card.
"That's more or less. Then, wait a minute, you still give me one million less, my Kali turns out..."
"That's all you have in your card. My data won't be able to process even this bit of data."
"Hehehe, I didn't lie to you, cough! Let's get back to the point."
Linn sat in front of Cyborg again: "Give me the box."
Cyborg's eyes were dark: "Why do you have to get that box, that box... what is it that turned me into this!"
"Give me the money. Give me the money and I'll tell you."
"..."
"Really. Why did I lie to you? If I sell you to someone, I can still get a lot of money."
Linn shrugged and completed the threat easily.
Ding dong~
"Boss is great! Boss is in good health! Boss...Boss, your strength is not very good."
"It's my own money, all my money."
"Ah? Ah, this...this thing is causing trouble, as if I am some kind of bad person, you...
You really can't borrow any more? Okay, then look at the camera and learn from me: I, Victor, volunteer..."
"Lin-yup!!!"
A sudden loud shout, like a siren in the middle of the night, interrupted what Lin was saying.
"Batman!"
"Old Bat?"
Cyborg let out a heartfelt cheer of joy.
Lin En, on the other hand, frowned: "Didn't you go home?"
While they were still on the motorcycle, Batman suddenly braked, opened his cape, and used his forward power to glide a short distance, stopping steadily in front of Linn and Cyborg.
"Huh... great, he's still alive."
One sentence directly froze Cyborg's newly bloomed smile and froze it on his face.
What does it mean: Great, I’m still alive.
Is it enough to just live? !
You two...are you both enemies? How do you...
Linn didn't even stand up. He still held the contract in his hand. He raised his head and looked at Batman: "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here? I'm here to prevent you from messing up my plan! Lynn, what are you thinking!"
Batman had a rare emotional ups and downs, and Linn seemed quite happy: "Eh? Your facial paralysis has been cured?"
Rolling his eyes at him, Batman knelt down and waved his hand in front of Cyborg's eyes.
no response.
"Lynn..."
"Hey! He's just pretending! He was still talking just now! Really!"
At this time, Cyborg's mechanical hand lifted up tremblingly and grabbed the edge of Batman's cloak.
"This is also...your test?"
Although Cyborg only has one eye, this is the first time Batman has seen someone express doubt and grief so vividly with just one eye.
He had to answer this question, otherwise, he felt that it would take a long time for Cyborg, a young man who was just around 20 years old, to stop doubting life.
"No. It's not. It's just..."
Looking at Linn again, Batman continued: "This is just an unnecessary misunderstanding caused by a boring and strange guy on his own initiative."
"Hey! I'm not deaf, I can hear!"
"I'm just telling you, Lynn!"
……………………
In an abandoned factory.
Having just experienced the second most complicated and sad half-hour in his life, Cyborg's mental state was obviously not in a good state.
So now the other two people didn't disturb him, they just stood quietly on the other side of the wall, silently observing Cyborg's condition.
As they talked and looked at the two heads on the narrow window that didn't speak or move, just kept looking here, Cyborg felt that his pressure seemed to be even greater.
"call……"
Shaking his head, Cyborg cheered up: "You better come over here and talk.
I just hope that this will be a real conversation without lies or other things. "
"Hey, I just told him that nothing happened to him. He must be thinking about forgetting to close the window when he went out... Okay, I won't say anything, don't look at me."
Opening the door, Batman and Lin walked in.
The former came to Cyborg, and the latter lay directly at the wall.
"I believe you must have many questions now."
Batman tried to make his voice sound as kind as possible, but the effect didn't seem to be very good, so he gave up the plan and said more directly: "Whatever you want to ask, just ask. I will answer you as intuitively as possible."
When Cyborg heard this, he was not polite: "You guys have known each other before."
"right."
"So the information outside..."
"Part of it is speculation, and part of it is false news that I deliberately put out."
"I should have guessed, I should have guessed...so it was really just a misunderstanding."
"right."
Batman looked back at Linn, sighed lightly, and started from the beginning, explaining the whole incident to Cyborg bit by bit, although he used the simplest explanation and concealed it in the process. There is some information, but every sentence is indeed true.
Fortunately, Cyborg's current brain processes information fast enough, otherwise he might not be able to understand it.
"Okay, I get it, I get it all."
Cyborg nodded, feeling that today...maybe he was simply unlucky.
However, this bad luck is a bit too outrageous.
"Then, why do you need that iron box? What is it?"
Iron box?
Batman frowned and looked at Linn who was lying in the corner.
Linn gestured to his mouth with his finger and shook his head seriously.
"Lynn..."
"Uh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh? Uh-huh."
"Lynn!"
"Well……"
"five million."
"That's a long story. Where to begin?"
Cyborg was stunned again and turned to look at Batman: "The money in his card..."
"Yes, I gave it to you."
"Then he..."
"Yes, he knows everything."
"So you're really Bruce Wayne?"
"...Lynn! What else did you say? How many people have you told this to?"
Lin En spread his hands again: "Am I such an unreliable person? Telling everyone such important news?
Do you think anyone can spend 100 million to buy information?
impossible! Absolutely impossible! "
(End of chapter)
