A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

revenge?

The gnat-like voice of the man in front of him fell into Bruce's ears, like a thunder on the ground,

The right fist raised high stopped in the air and did not fall for a long time.

"A true revenge, Bruce!"

The noise on the sidelines and the dazzling spotlights have disappeared, and only these few words and the man's calm face remain in Bruce's mind.

A month ago, Bruce just returned to this city and immediately sneaked in here

The largest underground black boxing ring.

He told no one about his return, including Alfred.

Even Bruce himself couldn't explain why he had to go into danger alone. He didn't even know why he returned to this city.

For justice? For change? Or is it for a little spark of hope in this city that has rotted in darkness?

Maybe these are the reasons, but they are not the reasons.

What really frightened him was that this man he had never seen before, a newcomer to the underground black boxing world, a man who was about to fall under his own fists, gave an answer that was more direct and sharper than any other reason. :revenge.

Yes, he wants revenge.

He wants to take revenge on all the sins that caused his tragedy and all the boils and sepsis that are eating away at this city!

But more importantly, who is this man?

Bruce was stunned for only two seconds. He retracted his thoughts and focused his eyes diagonally downward again.

But what he saw was the dark gravel road and three figures illuminated by street lights, two long and one short.

"Hey, what happened, Bruce?"

The woman to his right reached out to touch Bruce's head.

No one has been so close to him since his parents died, not even Alfred, so Bruce subconsciously avoided it.

Along with the familiar smell of perfume, the hand still fell on his head, just a little crooked.

Only then did Bruce realize that he was now less than 1.5 meters tall, so he hurriedly raised his head.

She was a tall woman with a delicate face,

Under the plump red lips is a warm and plump pearl necklace, which is particularly conspicuous in the dimly lit alley.

"No Martha, it's my problem. That opera is smelly and long and I need some fresh air. Right Bruce?"

Bruce turned his head to the other side, and a tall, handsome middle-aged man was blinking at him.

"I......"

He was stunned and stared blankly at the man walking over.

"Come on Bruce, it's going to rain."

The man looked at the dark clouds gathering in the sky and put his coat on Bruce's shoulders.

"No, no, let's go another way,"

Bruce raised his head suddenly and grabbed the man's clothes.

"It's getting late, it's not very..."

"Hand over your wallet and jewelry!"

His words were interrupted by a trembling, rough voice.

The knowledge of criminal psychology told Bruce that this was a desperate, desperate and emotionally unstable person.

He is also one of the most dangerous and uncontrollable criminals.

"Hey, relax."

The man tried to comfort the homeless man who suddenly jumped out of the shadows, and calmly pulled Bruce behind him, while holding the woman's cold and trembling hand,

"Give you all."

As he spoke, he took out his wallet, took off the watch from his right wrist, and handed it over.

The homeless man reached for it.

Bruce had no time to figure out where he was, or why he was here,

He knew what was going to happen next, and more importantly, he seemed to be unable to do anything now.

It is impossible for a young, untrained body to defeat an adult armed robber. He has only a top hat and no weapons or anything that can be used as a weapon.

Even if it's a pen.

"Mom, please give the pearl necklace to this uncle too. He must be very hungry."

Bruce poked the woman, walked out from behind the man, looked at the homeless man in front of him and the black barrel of the gun in his hand, and said in the most innocent and childish voice he could make in his life.

"Oh sure, sure."

The woman hurriedly tried to take off the pearl necklace from her back, but she seemed too nervous. Her hands were shaking so hard that she couldn't find the button.

The tramp got impatient and shook the gun in his hand violently. He reached out with his other hand to pull the necklace away.

"Necklace, I said necklace!"

"Boom!"

The woman was startled by the tramp's roar, and she suddenly exerted too much force, causing the fragile rope of the necklace to break in two.

The shining pearls slid down the woman's precious fur coat and fell into the sewage.

At this moment, Bruce had observed the surrounding environment three times. He even knew how many screws there were on the smelly iron trash can, but he still couldn't find anything that could be used.

This damn alley only contains stinking garbage and rats scurrying by from time to time!

"Sir, don't be nervous, I'll pick it up for you..."

Bruce could only continue to comfort the homeless man, and he bent down to pick up the pearl.

"boom!!"

Suddenly, huge thunder roared across the sky.

A purple lightning flashed across the night sky, and the expressions of the four people in the alley were clearly illuminated.

Bruce felt something bad the first time he heard the thunder. He wanted to say something else, but...

"boom!"

The woman fell helplessly on the gravel road. Upon seeing this, the man immediately rushed towards the homeless man.

"boom!"

Another shot, and the man fell into a pool of blood. The homeless man turned around and ran away.

"Sorry Bruce, but I really don't want to get beat up by you."

From an infinite height, Albert looked at the scene transformed by the yellow sand and felt a little apologetic.

When Bruce was distracted, he activated the ability given to him by Morpheus.

It's just that pulling Bruce into the dream world consumes much more time and energy than psychedelic Varev. If Bruce hadn't been shocked by his words for those two seconds, Albert couldn't guarantee that he would succeed.

Strangely, Bruce's biggest fear was found by the nightmare with great ease, like a well-done steak that had been cut, fried, and cubed, and was already delivered to his mouth.

After the lightning, the alley returned to darkness.

Bruce didn't cry or break down. He first walked to his unconscious mother, leaned down and kissed her forehead, then walked to his father and squatted down.

"It's okay, Bruce, it's okay."

"I know, Father, I know."

Although Bruce's expression is still stern and he is still calculating various possibilities in his heart,

But the crystal tears continued to flow from her eyes to her collar.

The only streetlight in the alley gave off a dim light, and he rested his forehead against his father's forehead for a long time.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

Raindrops fell from the thick dark clouds, hitting the men and women, making the blood crystal clear.

Compared to the night that was already blurry in his memory, the feeling of being prepared but unable to make a comeback seemed to make Bruce even more painful.

"Hey."

Albert sighed, and quicksand flew across his fingertips again. Of course, just one time can't make Bruce lose his fighting ability, but if it doesn't work once, then two, three, or four times.

Tears covered his vision, and everything in Bruce's eyes became blurry,

"Hey, what happened, Bruce?"

Bruce looked up in confusion, and the woman on the right was reaching for his head.

"It's my problem, I want some fresh air. Right, Blue..."

"Dad, Mom, I want to go the other way."

In less than a second, Bruce realized what had happened. He ran to the other side with all his strength.

"Follow up quickly."

"What are you going to do, Bruce?"

Although both men and women were very puzzled, they immediately followed.

"Wait for us, wait for us!"

After running wildly for nearly three minutes, Bruce stopped out of breath, held his knees and started coughing.

This young body has reached its limit, and even Bruce's soul can no longer run away.

"I, I didn't know you could run so fast before."

After a few seconds, the man and woman caught up with them, breathing heavily. They were about to walk out of the alley, and the main road was in front of them.

"You should really go on the track team, Bruce, maybe..."

"Hand over your wallet and jewelry!"

The smell of blood from the violent movements in Bruce's mouth had not dissipated before a rough voice appeared from behind.

"Oh no......"

"Bang! Bang!"

This time, Bruce didn't even have the strength to move. He could only watch his father and mother fall into a pool of blood again.

He was the only shadow left under two dim street lights.

"Crack!"

Bruce looked at the lightning streaking across the night sky. He didn't know what he was thinking, but his eyes were still wet with tears.