Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

The weather in Gotham seems to be always cloudy and sunny.

Wayne Manor, far away in the outskirts of Gotham, is dilapidated and weeds are spread in every corner of the manor. Explosions of thunder continue to resound in the sky of the manor. Thunder flashes, illuminating the manor from time to time. A large number of night walkers Animals built nests here, were frightened by thunder, and flew out of the gloomy manor with fluttering wings...

Underground in the manor is a dirty natural cave that seems to have traces of human habitation. The floor is covered with bullet casings and drained glass bottles. It seems that the owner here has no intention of taking care of the sanitary environment here.

The lightning outside flashes from time to time, and the light shines through the waterfall near the cave to illuminate everything inside. Located in the center of the room is a simple and dirty emergency hospital bed. On the hospital bed, lies a patient wearing a red tights. man.

His body was covered with wounds burned by the explosion, and he was bleeding profusely. He was breathing weakly, and the electrocardiogram fluctuations on his side were not obvious. Only the "beep" sound proved that he still had a heartbeat...

He was dying.

The Flash in another timeline, Barry Allen, is only one step away from death.

Beside him, a figure in a black cloak was holding a pair of scissors, laboriously cutting open his tights to reveal his devastated torso. Then, he took out a scalpel from a gang's toolbox. , start debridement...

The black figure was a little stooped, and his breathing sound was like that of an old man. His movements were not neat, but rather slow, but his movements were extremely precise, like a surgeon who had been practicing medicine for many years...

The sound and light of thunder did not slow down his actions. On the table behind him, in addition to various firearms and ammunition, there was only a blood-stained family photo. The photo frame had long been broken, just like his broken heart and Broken families.

The lightning illuminated the family portrait, faintly showing the harmonious scene...

It was a family that should have been happy.

The burly father was wearing a black, crisp suit. Although his face was expressionless and gave him a sense of calm and self-importance, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth with a few pixels, seeming to tell those who viewed the photo that their family was... Make him proud.

The loving mother is wearing a long snow-white dress, hugging her child, with a happy smile on her face. It is not only the happiness of being a wife, but also the happiness of being a mother...

The child in the center has clear innocence in his eyes. He is wearing a small suit like his father, but he has a cheerful smile on his face.

This place, Wayne Manor, was once the home of the Man in Black.

The mother in the photo is his most beloved wife.

The child in the photo is his most beloved son.

They were supposed to spend their lives happily until they grew old, until... their son grew up, inherited the family business, and had a family...

But the world seemed to be joking with him.

And that joke... wasn't funny.

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Thomas Wayne, the president of Wayne Group, a famous surgeon, and a great philanthropist, lost his most beloved family on a night as quiet as night...

That day, I vaguely remember, was Christmas Eve more than twenty years ago.

Thomas took his wife Martha and his son Bruce to watch the movie "Zorro" at the Gotham Cinema.

The movie was wonderful, and even after watching the movie, little Bruce imitated Zorro's acting style in the movie, making Thomas and Martha laugh.

The kid... even told Thomas that he wanted to be a hero like Zorro, robbing the rich, giving to the poor, and saving ordinary people.

Martha smiled and said, Silly boy, how can you rob the rich and give to the poor? The richest people in Gotham are our family.

Little Bruce tilted his head and thought about it, and then responded seriously to his mother's question. He said that he would be like his father and become a philanthropist, using the family's wealth to help people in need.

What a kind child...

But this damn conspiracy completely shattered this happy family!

The arrogant Falcone hired a killer and took Bruce hostage at gunpoint when the Wayne family came to a nearby alley!

Worried about the killer harming little Bruce, the Waynes were forced to enter the alley. Thomas thought the gangster who suddenly appeared was trying to steal money, so he took out his wallet and wanted to redeem his child...

But brave little Bruce chose to resist!

"I want to be a great hero like Zorro! You robber!"

This is Bruce Jr.’s roar of faith.

however……

When there is not enough strength to resist, bravery becomes reckless. And Thomas regretted not teaching little Bruce this.

The pistol in the killer's hand went off due to Little Bruce's struggle, and the ruthless bullet penetrated Little Bruce's chest...

Thomas used extremely neat skills to subdue the killer in an instant, and his anger turned into an iron fist of revenge, hitting the killer's face hard one after another, until the killer cried out for mercy...until that The killer completely stopped his heartbeat.

Driven by the desire for revenge, Thomas Wayne beat the damn killer to death.

But even so, the angry Thomas still did not stop his fists. Blood spattered all over Thomas's straight suit. His fists were covered with blood. It was impossible to tell whether it was the killer's blood or his own blood... …

The panicked Martha rushed to her child as early as the moment Thomas subdued the killer, and carefully lifted up little Bruce's young body. Tears filled her eyes. How she hoped that her child could be strong, how she wished that the wound Stop the blood coming out...

But she had no choice...

She was the head nurse next to Thomas, and the bullet had obviously penetrated little Bruce's heart. However, due to the medical conditions at the end of the 19th century, such a wound was equivalent to the God of Death cutting Bruce's neck with a sickle!

"No... don't... Bruce... you have to hold on..."

Martha panicked and blocked the bleeding gunshot wound with a handkerchief. Tears stained her makeup. Her cry was extremely sharp, like a cuckoo weeping blood.

"No! Bruce! Hold on!"

"Someone...someone help me! Help me! Someone can save my child! Is there anyone? Please!"

The sound of gunfire clearly alarmed the pedestrians outside the alley.

However, no one came, and the gunshots just sent pedestrians running around. Maybe someone called the police in a panic, but...

On this day, in this alley, it seemed that someone was destined to die.

This is true no matter which world we are in.