The trajectory of the world king in the United States

The Gotham City police have always followed one rule.

Arriving at the battlefield after the gun battle. Yes, this city is very dangerous. When they used semi-automatic weapons, the gangsters had already begun to attack each other with fully automatic weapons. The result of the lack of firepower was that they could not stop these madmen from fighting each other. Fight.

Well, at most, after the gunfight is over, send those who are not dead to the hospital, and send the dead to the autopsy room for examination. It is relaxing and pleasant, and there is no danger.

But tonight, the result of the gun battle that took place at the Gotham Pier was beyond the expectations of all the police officers. No one died. All the people were tied together and thrown into the corner of the pier. Chief Gordon When we arrived at the scene with the police officers, some of the unlucky ones were still unconscious.

Half of the stevedores at the dock gathered around to watch the excitement. They were all knocked to the ground, and some were beaten directly into unconsciousness. Moreover, their opponents did not use firearms, and the firearms they used were thrown aside, but All have been demolished.

The most terrible thing is that the gang leader Falconi, who arrived at the dock at night to inspect the last batch of goods, was chained to a searchlight. The shadow was cast into a pattern in the sky under the light of the searchlight. Fuzzy bat look.

This is probably the first time the shadow of the bat has appeared over Gotham. No one knows its meaning yet.

Chief Gordon glanced at the struggling Falcone who had just woken up and was still locked in the searchlight and yelling with a mocking look. This gangster who used to be always arrogant now looked like He was an old madman. He no longer looked at his ugly appearance, but turned around and walked into the container that had not been closed.

Most of the space inside was filled with cardboard boxes. Gordon picked up a crude stuffed bear from the open box, squeezed it gently, and discovered something fishy inside.There's a bag of poison hidden inside.

"unambiguous evidence"

Gordon muttered to himself that as long as there is a prosecutor who dares to prosecute Falconi, this guy will spend some time in prison. This is a good thing, especially for Gordon who is unwilling to cooperate with For Falcone to be a good cop in the normal sense of the word, this means that the entire Gotham will usher in a period of peace.

They no longer have to worry about frequent missing persons and gang fights.

While Gordon continued to inspect the scene, a police officer ran over panting and said in Gordon's ear,

"Mr. Gordon, we found Sergeant Flass not far away. His pistol was robbed, and trainee Officer John Blake was attacked by thugs 2 hours ago. He is now seriously injured and is in Wayne Hospital. Come to the rescue."

"What Robin?"

When Gordon heard the first news, he didn't react at all. He didn't care at all that his partner appeared at the crime scene. This guy deserved to die, but the second news made his face change drastically. threw the stuffed bear into the box, then patted the policeman behind him on the shoulder.

"Seal the scene. I have notified the prosecutor. Think about your future, Peter. Don't reach out when you shouldn't. Flas is finished. Don't you want to be the police chief?"

After saying that, Gordon walked towards the outside of the pier. He valued his intern assistant Robin, a young and talented intern police officer, very much. He had to go and see him.

After Gordon left, the young police officer Pete glanced at the doll that Gordon had thrown on the box. He thought of what Falconi had just ordered, and after thinking about Gordon's words, he finally gritted his teeth. Finally, he turned around and walked out of the container, shouting loudly,

"Seal the scene and wait for the prosecutor to come"

When Gordon arrived at Wayne Hospital, it was already 20 minutes later. He walked into the corridor of the emergency room and saw old Christian sitting restlessly in a chair. He hurriedly walked up.

"Dad, Robin him"

Dad glanced at Gordon and shook his head. His face was full of pain. He gritted his teeth and cursed,

"My son, he's hurt badly, Jamie, that damn bastard, I'm going to kill him, I swear."

"Don't worry, Dad, it will all pass."

Gordon glanced at the busy emergency room and sat next to his father. The latter took a deep breath, lowered his voice and said to Gordon,

"It was my guy who saved Robin, but he accidentally killed those four guys. Gordon, I know you are a good policeman, but this time, don't arrest him. Even if it's for Robin, without him, Robin He’s dead.”

Gordon's expression changed several times, and finally he nodded. His father also breathed a sigh of relief, and then he heard Gordon say,

"Falconi is in trouble. He was caught by a mysterious man during the drug trade, and he got the stolen goods. As long as he is prosecuted, he will have to stay in prison for a few years. Jamie will soon be no problem. Don’t worry, dad, I won’t let them get away with it.”

"well"

Dad said hello twice in a row, and then he saw the door of the emergency room being pushed open. The tired doctor took off his mask and said to Dad and Chief Gordon who were waiting anxiously,

"That child was lucky. He was sent in time. His life was saved, but he needs at least one year of training."

"Thank you, Doctor."

Dad and Gordon hurriedly thanked him, and then watched Robin being pushed out. He had regained consciousness, and Dad held his hand tightly.

"Don't worry, kid, it's all over."

Robin smiled hard at his father and Gordon. The young man was in pain, but he still struggled and said to his father, "Thank him for me, dad, I owe him once."

"Well, Seb is a good boy, I know, you are all good boys, take a rest, Robin, stop talking."

Gordon still had things to deal with. After seeing that Robin was safe, he returned to the police station. His father dragged his exhausted body back to the bar the next morning. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Seth Bob fell on the floor at the door of the bar, with blood stains next to him.

This frightened the father. He walked forward quickly and helped Seb up. Hearing his steady and strong breathing, the father breathed a sigh of relief. He helped Seb to a chair aside and looked at He was holding his clothes, which were covered with traces of blood. On the right shoulder, the coat and shirt were cut open by some kind of sharp weapon, but Dad looked carefully and saw that there were no wounds on Seb's shoulder.

This made Dad a little confused. Since there was no wound, where did the blood stains on the shirt come from?

While checking Seber's injuries, this guy who had been sleeping on the floor all night woke up. He opened his eyes and saw his father with a solemn face. He subconsciously shouted,

"Ah what are you doing crazy old man, stay away from me, uh Robin are you okay?"

When Dad saw that he was awake and could still talk, he knew that this guy was not a big problem. However, when he thought that he had saved his good son last night, Dad's expression relaxed and he threw it to Seb. A key, and then yawned and walked up to the second floor.

"Robin is fine. Thank God he asked me to express his gratitude to you. By the way, go and change into a set of clothes first. Robin's clothes are in the first room on the third floor. You can find a set by yourself while I rest. Yes, you can help look after the store and call me if you need anything, do you understand?"

"Ugh, so hungry."

Seb waved his hand weakly, and then closed the door of the bar first. When he saw his father disappearing on the second floor, the guy quickly ran up to the third floor. He opened Robin's house without picking out clothes. , but took off his shirt with a solemn expression and looked left and right in front of the full-length mirror.

I finally made sure of one thing. He has great muscles and a good figure. The most important thing is that he is not injured.

But when he was fighting that damn Batman last night, a dart clearly penetrated his shoulder. Cyber's fingers touched the skin of his shoulder, where there should have been an open wound. He even I could feel the dull pain inside, but the wound disappeared.

"Is this some kind of super power?"

The cybernetic stood in front of the mirror with his upper body naked, and clenched his left hand into a fist, as if he wanted to feel the unique power in his body. However, after maintaining this posture for 3 seconds, in addition to getting hungrier, He felt nothing.

"Damn"

Seb took a few steps back and forth anxiously. He didn't like this kind of thing that was beyond his control. He casually took out a pair of jeans and a blue T-shirt from Robin's closet and was changing clothes. At that time, his mind was rapidly thinking about what happened last night. Finally, looking at himself in the mirror with a new look, Seb made up his mind.

He took out the dark silver metal batarang from his hand, rubbed it in his hand, then made gestures on his right arm for a few seconds, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and slashed hard.

“It hurts so much”

Fifteen minutes later, Seb, with his arm bandaged, sat at the bar table with a plate of sliced ​​sausages and toasted bread with an unhappy look on his face. The experiment failed. He had no superpowers and was If you scratch it, it will still bleed and it will still hurt.

This made him particularly unhappy, but after feeling that he was getting hungrier, he gave up these random plans and prepared to have a good sleep after filling his stomach.

Three large sausages and 25 slices of bread were enough to feed three adults, but after eating these things, Seb still felt unsatisfied. While shaving his teeth, his mind was filled with random thoughts about horse racing.

It seems that his appetite has increased since he came here. Seb looked at the dog licking the same plate thoughtfully. He didn't have this kind of appetite before.

"jingle"

The doorbell of the bar suddenly rang, interrupting Seber's thinking. He looked back at the clock hanging on the wall. It was 10:45. At this time, who were the troublemaking gangsters?

Seb stood up, walked to the door of the bar, opened the lock, and then saw a guy wearing a handsome silver suit and tie, with his hair neatly combed and a pair of big sunglasses standing at the door of the bar. He held a beautiful girl in cool clothes with both hands. Surrounded by them, he looked at Seb who opened the door curiously, like a complete playboy.

On the street not far from the bar, many people had gathered. What they were watching was the stylish limited edition silver-gray Lamborghini parked on the roadside. This thing should not appear here.

Seb's eyes retracted from the car and fell on the guy in front of him. He inadvertently glanced at the two women posing next to him and asked impatiently,

"Hey man who are you wait what are you Wayne I saw you in the paper"

The guy opposite raised his eyebrows and said in a gentle voice,

"Yes, Bruce Wayne, is Mr. Christian here? Let me take a look at the bar that will soon be mine. Old Gun, tsk tsk, that's a good name."

"Oh"

Seber made a long voice, looked at Bruce Wayne several times, and then smacked his lips.

"Tsk, tsk, billionaire, son of Gotham, come on, please come in, Your Highness, I will call the old man down right now. He has been waiting for you for a long time."

After saying that, Seb, who was yawning, turned around and walked into the bar. Where he didn't see, Bruce Wayne's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. This guy had a crazy fight on the pier last night. Guy.

He is actually in this bar too

The young playboy held a girl in one arm and walked into the slightly dark but tastefully decorated bar. He looked around and then laughed with interest. There was still some blood smell left here. Well, it seems Things are getting interesting.