American comics: Because I am Batman

"So, Kingpin has been able to settle down for a while?"

Inside the Batcave, Feng asked Wayne.

"It can be said that he is so arrogant that he even copied his own plan to deal with me!

He boasted that he had no idea how powerful Batman's detective skills were. "

In fact, it's not that strong. If it were really strong, it wouldn't fall into Jin Bin's trap.

Sitting in a wheelchair, waiting for Feng to equip him with a more concealed and close-fitting exoskeleton, Wayne analyzed the gains and losses of this operation.

"Kingpin put bombs on all his competitors, all the gang headquarters that had the power to compete with him.

You have also seen the power of those bombs. There is a big crater over there in the suburbs. This kind of bomb can definitely wipe out the head structure of most of his opponents.

Except for a few lucky ones who were not at home, they had to unite to pose a threat to Kingpin. If there were only a few rotten fish and shrimps left, they would not be able to make a difference.

But here comes the problem. With so many bombs and such a large yield, it is impossible for Jin to store them in a short time.

In other words, it took him a long time to put these bombs in. "

Feng lifted Wayne up with force, and then installed an exoskeleton spine on his back: "So, now Kingpin has lost the ability to clear out the entire New York City of the underworld forces that resisted him in a short period of time?"

"If he had the strength to eliminate so many underworld forces in a short period of time, he wouldn't need to spend so long to secretly plant bombs."

Wayne controlled himself to sit down through the bioelectrical signal device that was attached to his whole body, and continued: "Capitalism has a good thing, you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Especially in New York City. Those gang leaders who were beaten down by Spider-Man often found ways to escape even if they were imprisoned.

As long as they are still alive, the forces under their control will not be dispersed. Jin Bin cannot accept or destroy their forces during the time they are in prison.

His first goal was considered a failure, but he himself was not injured, and he accepted this failure calmly. "

Feng nodded clearly: "It's just like the gangsters that Batman caught, and the court turned around and let them go."

"It's just a big-headed one. If you don't have money or power, just go in and pick up soap until the end of time!"

Wayne is right, because it is getting harder and harder for gangs in New York to recruit people. The main reason is that he is afraid that Batman will find him and beat him up.

But if the reality is really like this, then it seems that Batman's role is not big at all.

But it’s not like Wayne hasn’t made other efforts. He put on a tight suit and acted as a mentally ill rich second-generation man who fights crime in the middle of the night. This was not because he was really energetic, but because the effect was better than all the efforts he had made before. All good.

Much better.

This is reality, just make do with it.

"So, what about Kingpin's second purpose? The thing where he resurrected his wife."

"At least he believed Keel and we were bombed, and another thing is that his relationship with the Hand seems to have been severed.

But these are all temporary. It can only be said that the girl named Erica is safe for the time being.

Sooner or later Kingpin will know that the keel is still there, and sooner or later he will get on the Hand's line again.

It is unknown what he will exchange with the Hand next time. "

"Then we actually failed!"

Feng squatted down and installed an exoskeleton on Wayne's leg. This device is similar to the one used by Bruce Wayne to rehabilitate his thigh in Nolan's Batman trilogy. It shrinks for a moment and is really "comfortable".

Gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain, Wayne nodded and admitted what Feng said: "Yes, that's right, we failed."

"It's another wasted work. Fortunately, you don't do this kind of thing less often!"

Feng said that he would prepare breakfast for Wayne and left the Batcave with a low voice.

Today is Monday, Peter has to go to school, and he can't come to the Batcave in the morning.

The current Batcave looks deserted...

"Hey! Mr. Wayne! Come down to your cave early in the morning and sleep here? You know, bats are nocturnal creatures and will sleep during the day."

Miles, the little black spider, jumped into the Batcave wearing casual clothes and headphones around his neck.

It should be said that he is worthy of being Spider-Man. His physical fitness is really not compromised. He actually jumped directly from the cable to the Batcave that was originally accessible by elevator.

There was Gwen at the same time, but she was still in her pajamas, her hair was messy, and she didn't look like she had woken up at all.

No matter how beautiful a beauty is, she still needs to dress up. Now Gwen looks really sloppy, and her usual dazzling appearance cannot be seen.

"Huh? Miles, Gwen, what are you doing down so early?"

Wayne stood up with the help of the exoskeleton. After putting on his clothes, he looked no different from usual. No one would have thought that the spine of this guy, who is known as the second-generation candidate for the richest man in New York City, has been broken.

"Oh, Mr. Wayne, you know, Mr. Tony Stark is back!"

Ok?

Wayne was stunned. He wasn't sure whether Tony Stark would come back, but it was certain that Snow would come back.

Because Xue Ben's mission was to steal Tony Stark's first-generation Mark machine and the design drawings of the Ark reactor.

And, of course, helping out Tony Stark when the time comes.

"Is that today's news?"

Wayne asked Miles as he picked up his suit from the chair.

Gwen was already leaning against a pillar nearby, as decadent as a zombie. It seemed like she wasn't very angry when she got up, but she definitely had low blood pressure when she got up.

"That's what the Wayne Group's Daily Planet said!"

Miles took out a newspaper from nowhere. The front page of the newspaper read in bold bold letters: "The Return of the Richest Second Generation in New York City!"

Wayne narrowed his eyes: "Who said he is the richest second generation in New York City?"

In fact, Tony Stark is really the first rich second generation, but Wayne is not. The Wayne family has been passed down to this day, and it is no longer known that he is the rich N generation.

Compared to the Wayne family, from Howard's genius-like founding of Stark Industries to the present, it has been at most two generations. In comparison, they are really an upstart.

But now this upstart is enough to compete with the Wayne family, and even vaguely surpass the Wayne family.

There's no way around it, Tony Stark is a born child of good fortune, and he probably still has an inspiration gem belonging to the Infinity Stone category in his head. There is no such plug-in in the Wayne family.

Their family made their first fortune by exchanging furs with the French. From the beginning, they had nothing to do with technology.

By the way, their furs were sold to the Louis XVI royal family, but before they were shipped out, the French Revolution broke out.

Fortunately, the Frenchman had a brilliant mind. After beheading the emperor, he realized that he still needed an emperor, and the Wayne family later started selling furs to Napoleon.

Although it's not the same emperor, it's the same France - at least the land is still the same.

"Oh, could it be that Mr. Wayne, you want to compete with Mr. Tony Stark for the title of the richest second generation in New York?"

Wayne laughed: "I don't think this is a title that should be fought for. At least now, in addition to money and gossip, Wayne also has the title of a great philanthropist.

Not Tony Stark! "

In fact, it's very soon. If Wayne's guess is correct, maybe soon, Tony Stark will announce the closure of the Stark Group's military industry department and then switch to the research and development of clean energy.

If we fast forward to the Battle of New York City, then Tony Stark, who has undertaken most of the reconstruction work in New York City, will probably be overshadowed by him.

"It will be easier for me to do things then!"

Thinking of this, Wayne couldn't help but said to himself.

"Mr. Wayne?"

Miles called him back to his senses.

"Oh, I see," he actually already knew what he wanted to do when Miles talked about Tony Stark: "Tony Stark is back, you want to go see it, right? "

After Tony Stark came back, in addition to announcing that he would no longer work in the military industry, he also wanted to throw a big banquet and wash away the dust.

Anyway, he loves to be in the limelight.

"Uh-huh!"

Gwen, who had already begun to recover her blood, gave an excited Miles a look, waved to Wayne, and returned the same way.

I really don’t know what she’s doing here.

"I'll let Peter tell you!"

"Huh?" Miles' eyes twitched: "Wait a minute, Mr. Wayne, are you planning to take little Peter with you?"

"Is it possible to take you with me?" Wayne imitated Gwen and rolled his eyes at Miles: "I haven't had time to forge an identity certificate for you, and my adopted son is Peter Parker, isn't he? Myers.

If I take you there, they will just ask me who you are and then dig into you like crazy.

Believe me, even if you wear a Spider-Man uniform and walk around the site, it will be much better than if I take you there. "

Of course Miles didn't have this idea anymore. The banquet was not a gathering of gang leaders. Why did he go there as Spider-Man?

"Then you can say that I am little Peter's senior!"

But Miles didn't give up, and he continued to talk about his ideas.

"Why are you so obsessed with meeting Tony Stark?"

"Well, I want to see what the richest second generation in New York City looks like!"

It was obviously a lie, and Wayne thought he could tell better lies than he could when he was six years old.

but……

"You go ask little Peter. If he agrees, then I have no objection!"

Miles cheered, jumped five feet high, and walked away happily.

"The richest second generation in New York City..."

Looking at the newspaper Miles left behind, Wayne sighed.