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

"Mom..." In Martha's arms, little Bruce raised his head with difficulty, his voice as subtle as the sound of a mosquito... "I feel... so cold... so dark..."

"Bruce! Mom is here, mom is here... Don't be afraid, don't be afraid..." Martha hugged little Bruce tightly in her arms and forced an ugly smile, "Look... Mom... ...Mom is by Bruce's side, and mom won't go anywhere..."

"Mom...are you...crying..." Little Bruce raised his little hand with difficulty, as if he wanted to touch his mother's face. Martha quickly put Bruce's little hand on her cheek, but little Bruce...he was Using the last of his strength, he wriggled his fingers, trying to wipe away his mother's tears... "Mom... don't cry... Bruce... is very brave... right..."

"Well! Bruce is the bravest child, the pride of his mother... Wuwuwu... Bruce must hold on, someone will come soon... Come..." Martha's tears seemed unstoppable, but she still Trying his best to comfort Bruce, whose body temperature is getting colder and colder.

However, she couldn't tell a lie, no one would come, and even if someone came, it would be too late...

"Mom... don't cry..." Bruce's eyes gradually became distracted, "Bruce... likes... mom's... smile... the most..."

Those were Bruce's last words.

And that tender child's voice was like a bullet that penetrated Bruce's heart, and also penetrated Martha Wayne's heart completely, until the heart was shattered.

"Ehehehehe..."

Weird and sharp laughter gradually sounded along with Martha's twitching body.

"Ehehehehe..."

Thomas, who was still beating the killer's dead body, slowly turned around because of the weird laughter.

"Ehehehehe..."

The mother who lost her child no longer cried, and her makeup was stained with tears, which was extremely strange at this moment.

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

Thunder exploded at the right time. The thunder light illuminated the face that was already crazy.

Martha Wayne is laughing.

Yes, she was smiling because the child she lost wanted to see her smile before he died.

Bruce...likes...mother's...smile...the most...

Bruce's favorite...mother's smile...

Bruce loves his mother’s smile the most! ! !

"Ehehehehehe!!!"

The child's last words echoed in Martha's mind. She must smile now...she must keep her smile! So Bruce can see her smile in heaven!

She must smile a lot!

She suddenly pulled the hairpin from her hair! Suddenly he broke the hairpin into two pieces! The sharp hairpin gap was inserted directly into the corner of her mouth!

"Stab!!!"

The father, filled with anger, looked at the mother who made a crazy move in astonishment. The death of the child completely changed the fate of this broken family!

Crazy Martha used a sharp hairpin to leave a permanent smile on herself. For the sake of her lost child, she will always smile... No... not just her... she wants everyone in Gotham to bring Bruce joy. Go smile!

The silent Thomas witnessed his wife's crazy behavior. He did not comfort his wife, because now he is also extremely sad...

And that grief has turned into firewood and been thrown into the angry flames called "revenge"!

Thomas Wayne had never hated this city and everything about it as much as he did today.

His children were supposed to be the city's hope for the future...

His children could have brought light to this city with their kind hearts!

His child could have become a hero, a hero who healed Gotham with wealth and heart!

But, there is no if. Little Bruce died, and the lost life also took away the last light in Thomas's heart as his father...

Now, he just wants revenge...for the dead child, to take revenge on this sin-filled city!

Sin took away the life of his child, so he would let all the sinners in this city be buried with his child!

Go to hell hero.

Damn justice.

The law is a blank slate in this sinful city. Only killing can cleanse this city of its sins!

There was a bat nest in the dark alley. With the sound of the gunshot, countless bats flew over the alley. Thomas looked at the hurriedly escaping bat, and a surge of anger surged in his heart. An image emerged in his mind. It was a symbol, a spirit, and an existence that transcended mortals...

That's his future.

The bat will be his symbol; the black cloak will cover Gotham's night!

He will no longer be afraid, he will bring fear!

Countless days and nights, he will leave his footprints in every corner of Gotham. He will become the city's scavenger for the sake of his lost child.

He will become the nightmare of Gotham's criminals;

He will become synonymous with fear in Gotham!

"No more sinners will live in this city, Bruce..." he said. "I swear."

The wheel of fate keeps moving forward...

The direction the bat flies to is the undercurrent of Gotham. The sharp and weird laughter rushed from the alley to the city.

The father, filled with rage, had a new goal.

The mother who laughs weirdly has new ambitions!

It's over now. There is no more loving Wayne couple in Gotham! There is no more harmonious and happy Wayne family!

Only the Batman who brings fear, and the one who brings smiles...

Joker.

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The old body threw aside the scalpel in his hand, and the scalpel fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

The strange man in red tights in front of him seemed to be fine. Thomas injected the guy with a cardiac injection, wrapped the wounds all over his body with bandages, and used medicine to hang him alive. , we can only leave it to fate.

"There are more and more masked vigilantes in Gotham..."

The old voice echoed helplessly in the room.

Thomas did not take off his mask, but walked to the boss's chair aside, sat down slowly, took out a box of damp cigars from the messy table, and held it in his mouth.

Under the table, there is still half a box of beer. This is his last inventory. Maybe he will go to his casino to get a dozen boxes back when he has time...

He took out a lighter and lit the front end of the cigar. Thomas, who was puffing away his smoke, bent down with difficulty to pick up a bottle of beer. He roughly used the corner of the table to cover the beer and opened it. Then he pinched the cigar with his hand, tilted his neck and drank hard. A sip of wine from the bottle.

Since his son died, cigarettes and beer have been his only hobbies besides killing.

Alcohol and nicotine stimulated his brain nerves. He turned on the radio as usual and began to listen to the radio news.

The radio host is still weakly calling on the remaining human beings to unite and resist the inhumane war of foreigners.

Yes, in this timeline, the world is heading for destruction. The women's army claiming to be descendants of the gods and a group of undersea people started a war, almost destroying 50% of the earth's land, and the remaining 30% were humans seeking to protect themselves. Used a nuclear bomb to blast a hole full of holes...

This pitiful and sad world, just like Thomas's life, has long been hopeless.

"The destruction of the world...the end of mankind...Do these politicians only use these useless words? Bah..."

The old man cursed disdainfully, took a long puff of his cigar, and said this.

"This kind of world will be destroyed if it is destroyed."

"Fake..."