The Richest Man in the DC World

There are seven entrances and exits in the Underground Labyrinth. Except for the secret passages that only judges are qualified to know, the remaining six are distributed in various areas of Gotham City.

Some are in the city center, some are in the suburbs, some are covered by factories...

With such a big event happening tonight, the Owl Court was completely disintegrated and turned offensive to defensive. In this case, they had to arrange a retreat.

Luke knows the thoughts of those "upper-class people" too well, regardless of their personal appearance. Once in danger, the first thing that comes to mind is not to advance, but to retreat.

People are afraid of death, and the rich and powerful are even more afraid.

Five of the six entrances and exits are in the urban area, and only one is outside the city. That is to say, if they want to escape, that is the best choice.

The night gradually deepened, and the twelve o'clock bell rang unconsciously.

Luke and ten hands in power armor went down to the farm outside the city. The owner of the farm was Willie, a member of the Owl Court and a watchdog.

He just guarded outside the warehouse, and when he saw someone coming, he quickly raised his shotgun.

"Who are you, this is my home, get out."

boom!

The sound of the gun pierced the night, Willie's eyes widened, and a round hole thick with a thumb appeared on the center of his brow. Brain pulp leaked from the round hole and slowly flowed to the ground.

"Throw his body in the pigpen."

"I see, master."

One of the men came up and dragged Willie’s legs out. Everyone was indifferent to this scene. They had already seen no surprises. It was Luke’s confidant who participated in this operation. Everyone’s hands were stained with blood. Killing came to them. It's normal.

Luke stepped forward and kicked open the warehouse door. The stench mixed with horse dung rushed towards him. He waved his hand in disgust.

"Clean the contents out."

Everyone swiftly started to clean up the warehouse full of haystacks and wheat straw in just a few minutes. Luke went around the warehouse and stopped when he reached a certain place. The pants began to change like liquid. When it flows, you will find that it is dozens or millions of tiny metal particles. These metal particles are combined in a magical way under the control of the core program, and they become silver battle clothes that wrap your legs.

This is a new portable suit made by Luke based on Krypton Energy Technology, Zamalen Space Material Folding and nanotechnology. It is an advanced version of Ghost No. 2 with far superior performance. The advantages and disadvantages are still the same: it can be used at any time. Wearing, it can be changed into different styles of clothing and jewelry (save the trouble of washing clothes), attack and defense can only be said to be excellent, and the battery life is short.

Numerous waves of air ripples visible to the naked eye appeared on the surface of the suit. Zamaleon's energy technology is far inferior to Krypton, but it has extremely high accomplishments in the use of standpoints and the construction of materials.

These air ripples are the products of Zamalen Technology, and are different from the energy standpoint. They not only have extremely high physical defenses, but can also create shock waves.

"open!"

Luke yelled, raised his right leg and smashed heavily. The white air mass gathered on the sole of his foot and exploded when it came in contact with the ground. The milky white air wave rushed to the surroundings, and the dust was shot in all directions, and it smashed on the wall.

After the dust dissipated, a metal door dented downward appeared on the ground.

"right here."

Luke whispered to himself, and ordered, "Open the door."

The two men stepped forward and opened the iron door forcefully. The cold wind blew in, and an underground passage with a length of two meters and a width suddenly appeared on the ground.

Dior turned on the light source and walked in first.

The passage extends downwards for a full 300 meters. In front of it is a spacious cave. Judging from the structure of the wall, it should be a natural cave that was excavated by hand.

"Ava, locate the direction."

"I see, master."

The voice fell, and it didn't take long for a squeaking sound to be heard in front of him. Three big fat rats crawled out of the corner, the red light in their eyes looming in the shadows.

One of them came to Luke, his slightly swollen body split from the middle, revealing the signal source that was shining red.

Luke nodded slightly.

"Lead the way ahead."

The mouse seemed to understand Luke, and walked in front of the other two mice side by side.

Out of the cave, there are five circular forks on the front, and each fork looks the same. Arriving here means that the road to the maze is just unfolding.

According to the intelligence analysis provided by Delk and the "rats", the total area of ​​the underground labyrinth (counting the entrances and exits and the undeveloped natural caves) is as large as a quarter of Gotham City.

Without a map, it is impossible for a normal person to find an exit in such a complicated and huge maze, unless he is Bruce Wayne.

Luke asked himself that he didn't have Batman's luck. In order to prevent accidents, he activated the "rats" army the night before. More than a hundred mechanical mice shuttled back and forth in the maze. After a day of exploration, he finally got the correct road map.

With the road map, the so-called labyrinth is nothing but a slightly exciting underground adventure for him.

...

Compared to Luke and his party with ease, Bruce Wayne is not so beautiful, no, it should be said that it is extremely difficult.

Along the way, he made nine missteps, encountered fifteen traps, and was assassinated by seven claws.

Even with the preparations, Bruce still suffered a severe injury he had never seen before, with a knife in his abdomen, blood drenched, and his eyes were burned by the poisonous gas, and he could barely open.

After staggering for an hour, the pale Batman had to stop, after healed the wound and replenished his energy, he took out the locator to determine his position.

He is now located directly below the Ninth High School, about three miles in a straight line from the warehouse location provided by Jim Gordon. Normally, the warehouse will be built near the main building, which means that as long as the warehouse is found, it is possible to find the court members. Hiding place.

After determining the route, Bruce stood up again, turned on the night vision light, and walked carefully.

Out of the long and narrow corridor, there are four identical forks.

Bruce clenched his fists, his eyes showed a faint tired look, UU reading www.uukanshu. According to previous experience, only one of the four forks is the correct route, and the rest are either traps or dead ends.

"In any case, we must find you, and we must not let you continue to control Gotham."

Determined, Bruce marked the entrance when he came, and then chose the fork on the far right to walk in. For fifteen minutes, he reappeared at the fork, smelling of kerosene.

If it wasn't for a lot of thoughts, it would have become a barbecue.

"Owl Court!"

Bruce took a deep breath and chose the fork in the middle to walk in. After a while, the sound of water rushed in his ear, and the sound of water came from the front, which seemed to be an underground river.

The flow of the river is very rapid, that is to say, this underground river is likely to be an underground tributary of the Queens River, the Merchant River or the Atlantic Ocean.

"The underground river can be drunk directly, and there may be water points nearby."

Bruce murmured to himself, his eyes a little bit of abruptness.

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