I, the younger brother of Superman, got the Thanos template

Chapter 51 Let's See Who You Are
[Tension from Bruce Wayne + 33, + Stunning 41...]

After David finished speaking, there was a silence in the lobby.

"Bruce Wayne?"

The people in the bank hall lay on the ground with their heads in their hands, looking at each other with puzzled and strange faces.

People in Gotham may not know who the mayor is and what his name is, but it is impossible not to know Bruce Wayne. The citizens of Gotham, from birth to burial with closed eyes, cannot do without the shadow of Wayne Group in all aspects of basic necessities of life.

And Bruce Wayne is the heir to the wealthy Wayne Group.

But Bruce Wayne has been missing for years, how could he be here and robbing a bank?
"There is a group of gangsters in Gotham called the Red Hood Gang, and the leader is called the Red Hood. They are not very powerful, and they are not well-known."

David was also a little surprised.

Compared with well-known villains such as Bane, the Joker, and the Scarecrow, the Red Hood is just an unknown little character.

But the predecessor of the clown in many worlds is the former Red Hood. He fell into the pool of chemical agents to avoid the pursuit of Batman, and then turned into a clown with pale skin and green hair.

"I originally wanted to use emotional points to remind me to see if this red hood is a clown."

'Red Hood Five' looked at him in shock, a playful smile curled up on the corner of his mouth, and he looked up and down.

"No, I didn't find the Joker but I saw Batman."

When the Red Hood Five was ordered to teach him a lesson as a disobedient hostage, when he walked up to him, an emotional reminder from Bruce Wayne refreshed.

"Shut your mouth, if I were that brat whose dead body didn't know where it rotted, why would I still be standing here?"

'Red Hood Five' roared angrily, and swung the butt of his gun about to hit David on the forehead.

"Wait a moment!"

The leader of the red hood suddenly raised his gun and aimed at number five.

"Boss? I don't understand. You said teach him a lesson. I'm doing it."

Being pointed at by the gun, 'Red Hood Five' hurriedly raised his hand, his tone in a daze.

"Could it be...you believe this kid's nonsense?"

The rest of the red hood minions followed and pointed at No. [-], and the black hole aimed their guns at No. [-] and David behind him.

"I don't know if you're Bruce Wayne.

But you're definitely not number five. "

Red Hood shook his head regretfully.

"Number Five is the craziest of us, never shoots when he can.

You talk too much! "

The expression of "Red Hood Five" under the mask changed.

He wanted to kick this young boy who didn't seem to understand what fear was, and then knock him unconscious with the butt of a gun and it would be over.

But he didn't immediately shoot hard to attract the other party's attention.

"And... number five is left-handed." The corner of the red hood leader's lips curled into a sneer.

'Red Hood Five' glanced at his right hand holding the gun, and there was an ugly look in his eyes. He actually made more than one mistake.

David confirmed that the little guy in the red hood in front of him was Batman Bruce Wayne, but it should be Batman who had just returned to Gotham to fight crime not long ago.

"The current Bruce Wayne seems to have just debuted, and he is not the mature and cold Batman who feels like he will never make mistakes in the future."

By the way, where did the bank's security personnel go?

Ignoring the seven or eight submachine guns pointing this way, David looked around.

At the door of the security room, a figure fell on the ground, his lips were purple and foaming at the mouth, and there were other people lying on top of him, who also looked the same.

It turned out that it had been poisoned in advance.

"Now, take off your hood..."

He was obviously robbing a bank, and the police might arrive at any time, but the leader in the red hood was not at all anxious, and pointed his gun with great interest.

"Let's see who you are, are you the orphan of the famous Wayne family, or a police officer who thinks he can take down us alone?"

"If it's really Bruce Wayne, you don't have to worry about it in your next life."

Several minions with guns burst into laughter.

"We're not that idiot Joe Chell, killing the richest couple in Gotham for a string of pearls."

The harsh voice echoed in the hall, and David saw the raised hand of 'Red Hood Five', with veins popping up on the back of the hand.

Joe Chell, a street gangster who was as timid as a mouse and the gangsters looked down on him, became famous after killing the Wayne couple and causing the tragedy that everyone in Gotham knew.

Under the threat of gunpoint, "Red Hood No. [-]" had to take off the hood stiffly, revealing a middle-aged face with a thick black beard, as if misunderstood and annoyed.

"Number five?"

At the moment when several red hood minions were stunned, 'Red Hood No. [-]' raised his wrist, and the miniature remote control sprang out from his cuff, and he pressed down with lightning speed.

Bang!
The bank's thick, sturdy glass doors were shattered.

The shock wave of the explosion swept the hall, glass shattered stubble flew, and all the red hoods were knocked to the ground by the blast.

Almost at the same time, a smoke bomb was thrown on the ground.

'Red Hood Five' turned around and was about to throw David who was standing, leading him to jump behind the bank counter to avoid the ensuing gunshots.

But Bruce, who turned around like a ferocious beast, bumped into a bronze statue weighing several hundred kilograms with his shoulder, and he groaned and looked up for a moment.

It's not that he hasn't considered that this young boy has practiced martial arts, but no matter how powerful the martial arts are, the weight of his body cannot be changed. Under the surprise attack, how could he, who is proficient in more than 100 types of martial arts, be unable to be bumped at all?

David, who didn't feel that he needed to dodge, glanced at the wrinkled skin on the neck under the astonished middle-aged face, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and threw Batman behind the solid wood counter.

Batman's layout plan is still a bit green when he just debuted, but the habit of always keeping a back-up player has long been there.

"Shoot and kill him!"

Seven or eight submachine guns fired at the same time, the bullets roared out of the chambers, and the torrent of metal easily penetrated the heavy counter, Bruce Wayne lay on the ground with his head in his arms.

The yellow bullets collided with David's body, immediately lost all kinetic energy, and fell to the ground crisply.

"Cease fire!"

Hundreds of bullets were released, and the leader of the red hood let out a low cry.

In the faintly diffused smoke, a slender figure with vague outline stood inside without moving a step.

A few red-hooded minions were waiting for the figure that should have been beaten into a sieve to fall straight back.

But in the smoke.

A bit of dangerous purple light lit up.

"what?"

A young man frowned, held the muzzle of a gun, and squinted his eyes to distinguish something bright.

Chi!
A laser shot out from the smoke, causing severe pain in his chest, he looked down in disbelief in a daze.

A blood hole the size of a thumb pierced through his heart.

Bang!
The corpse fell, and the bright red quickly spread on the hall floor.

"kill him!"

Aiming at the figure in the smoke, the Red Hoods fired in panic.

The counter served as a cover, and Bruce Wayne hid behind it, poking his head slightly to reveal a pair of eyes with consternation.

Huh, huh!
Not far in front of him, the handsome young man in a windbreaker stood on the spot, raising one arm like a pistol.

Just like in black and white silent films, imagine that your fingers are pistols, and handsome cowboys are fighting gangsters. Before losing his parents, Bruce Wayne played against the grass in his own manor in his childhood.

But at this moment, the figure really shot something from its fingertips, but it wasn't bullets—it was purple laser beams!
Time seemed to slow down at this moment. In the bank lobby, looking from the side, the tall and straight figure had a casual expression, and he used his fingers to shoot from the air without delay as if he was playing a game.

But it seems that the god of death is calling names.

The laser that scorched the air passed by, and the hairs of each of the gangsters who fled in panic burst into blood holes in their inescapable hearts, and corpses fell to the ground one by one.

[Shock from Bruce Wayne +43...]

"This guy... how did he do it?"

　Yesterday was close to adding a new chapter. I slept a little late. I came here at noon. My head still hurts. I adjusted the time a little bit. The update will not be less, but it will be later. The update in the early morning will be updated during the day tomorrow, and it will be updated at that time Write more to make up.

　　Sorry, please follow up. (ω)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)