A mechanical master of a certain manga

Wayne Tower, Applied Technology Department, Lucius took out a watch-like instrument and handed it to Bruce Wayne.

"With the latest designed radio signal tracker, you can track and analyze any phone call from a distance of twenty to thirty meters. Of course, this is also a very powerful satellite phone. You can do skydiving, cave exploration, or camping in the tropical rainforest in the future. The time will come in handy." Lucius introduced, but the last sentence he added seemed like superfluous.

After taking the instrument, Bruce Wayne said curiously: "Why haven't I seen this design before?"

"A new friend gave me a design drawing of a new chip. This is a test product that has just been manufactured." Lucius said.

"New friend, you are talking about Rorschach"

"Yes, his chip is a miracle. Although he gave me all the blueprints, I found that the technology that Wayne Group has now cannot be copied at all. In fact, I don't think anyone in the entire United States can replicate it." It can be produced." Lucius said with admiration.

Bruce Wayne hesitated for a moment, but still put the watch on his hand, and then said: "Rorschach, he is indeed a special friend."

As night falls in Gotham City, all kinds of crimes begin to run rampant. Bruce Wayne put on the improved first-generation Batman armor and quietly came outside the Gotham City Police Station.

Hanging on the outer wall of the police station with a magnetic hook, Batman turned on the phone tracker on his hand. Countless radio waves are reflected and propagated in the air, not just mobile phone signals, but also electromagnetic waves generated by television, radio, or just current changes in transformers.

These complicated signals are separated one by one on Bruce Wayne's watch. This huge amount of calculation cannot be processed by ordinary chips.

"If I have a chance, I really want to talk to Rorschach."

After carefully analyzing the phone calls that appeared in the police station, Bruce Wayne quickly settled on a target. A police detective named Locke just made a call to the people in Feconi.

Those who can contact Feconi's people at this time must be the kind of moles who have particularly deep connections. If you catch him and question him, you might be able to find Feconi's location.

Bruce Wayne waited for a few minutes until Detective Locke walked to the window and smashed the window with his fist, pulling him out. Before other police officers arrived, Bruce Wayne had already disappeared into the darkness with the man.

"Tell me where Feconi is hiding now"

Outside a dark alley, Detective Locke was tied up by his feet and hung upside down ten stories high, and then made to undergo a thrilling free fall. Someone who can be paid to work for a gangster cannot have much backbone. After two consecutive visits, Detective Locke said everything.

"Feconi is hiding on Nair Island. I don't know anything else." Locke said with a pale face.

Nell Island is the largest slum in Gotham City and is home to a prison for serious criminals and a mental hospital. This place, even in Gotham City, which has simple folk customs, is the most simple place.

It's not strange that Feconi is hiding in this place, but if it's just Nair Island, this range is too big.

"I want a specific address. You don't know Feconi's location. You must also know the location of his men."

"No, I really don't know, I only have a phone number." Locke said in horror.

"Then hit the past now"

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Under Bruce Wayne's coercion, Locke tremblingly dialed the other party's number.

"Hi, it's me. I want to ask Mr. Feconi if ​​he has any other plans. Our next search may be to Nair Island." Locke gasped.

"Don't worry about this anymore. After tonight, we won't have to worry about that prosecutor who is not afraid of death continuing to cause trouble."

Upon hearing this, Bruce Wayne quickly looked at the address displayed on the map. This was the home of his childhood sweetheart, Rachel Dawes.

Seeing this situation, Bruce Wayne could no longer calm down, and threw Locke into the alley, knocking him to two or three levels of disability, and then rushed towards Rachel Dawes' home impatiently.

Rachel Dawes wasn't the only one Feconi was planning to take revenge on tonight.

In that trial, prosecutor Rachel had an assistant. After many inquiries, it seemed that this assistant was the key to the reversal of the entire trial.

Outside a villa on the outskirts of Gotham City, a dozen armed gangsters came in the dark.

"Although I heard about that bitch being a rich man, I didn't expect to be so rich." A gangster said with emotion.

"This is bigger than the famous Wayne Mansion. Although it is newly built, it is worth at least one to two hundred million."

"Then it seems we can get some windfall from this vote."

These gangsters looked at each other and smiled. There must be a lot of valuable things in such a big mansion. After they kill people, they might be able to make a fortune.

"I heard that bitch looks pretty good. We can have some fun tonight. I like to fuck his wife in front of others, tie the man to the bed and watch."

Before the man finished speaking, he suddenly fell to the ground, stretched out his hand and scratched his mouth frantically, as if something had gotten into his mouth. Soon others saw the unlucky man tearing out his tongue. The smell of blood filled the darkness, making others shudder.

This was just the beginning, and then came the second one. This guy was tearing his clothes apart desperately, but when he just tore his coat open, his chest was already eroded, as if he had been bitten by many invisible insects. Hundreds of small holes that were constantly bleeding.

It wasn't until someone turned on the flashlight that they saw that the man's chest was covered with dense insects. These insects seemed invisible and would not be visible at all if they weren't stained with blood.

No one knows where these bugs come from or what kind of monster they are.

Bloody, cruel, and horrific scenes continued to appear, and these men sent by Feconi fell into a pool of blood one by one. This process is very slow. Some people can't stand it and scream loudly, shoot around randomly, and some people can't help but want to run away.

It's a pity that no matter how hard they struggled, they could only die miserably in this place. It wasn't until everyone died that a little girl in a maid outfit walked out of the darkness and looked at the corpses in front of her with disgust.

"No matter which universe it is, there are always such disgusting humans. Master, can I go kill that Feconi? He soiled our garden." Sarah asked.

"Wanda is still preparing the documents for Feconi to go to court. As long as the person can go to court, you can do whatever else you want." Rorschach responded.

With a sweet smile on her face, the little girl waved her hand to let the invisible bugs eat the corpse clean, and then walked towards Nair Island in Gotham City.