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

Chapter 52 Gotham Can Be Destroyed Easily

The corpse fell to the ground with a bang, and soon there was no more gunshots in the bank hall.

Only the people lying on the ground screamed in fear.

The police cars outside the bank came to surround the bank with the sound of their sirens. One after another, the police cars turned sideways to act as cover. The Gotham police officers shivered and hid behind the cars, yelling in panic with their horns.

"Don't move, put down your weapons, and surrender immediately!"

A series of harsh noises.

David picked out his ears and looked outside.

None of the policemen hid behind the car with an eager look on their faces to rescue the hostages, like recruits on the battlefield facing the trenches where machine guns would be fired at any time. , pointing to the inside of the bank, the hand holding the gun trembled as if suffering from Parkinson's.

"do not be afraid.

Gotham's elite police officers are here, and you are saved. "

Picking up the money just taken out from the counter, David smiled at the terrified people on the ground, a gust of wind stirred up the smoke from his body, and disappeared on the spot.

The disappearing figure, Bruce Wayne stared.

He had learned ninjutsu from the master ninja, and the ninja could achieve the effect of invisibility through the cooperation of light and smoke, but he didn't see the flaw in the move just now.

Seeing the robber's body lying on the ground, the police officers seemed to be trying to break in. He quickly turned and ran upstairs to the bank, broke the glass, fell into the alley and fled.

Surveillance cameras stopped functioning long before the robbers came in.

After finishing the small episode of withdrawing money, David used his fingers to solve the robbers. He left the bank and came to an uninhabited alley in a block a few hundred meters away. After a while, his skin returned to normal. He was about to leave and find a hotel where he could stay. .

"What is your purpose in coming to Gotham?"

A deep and deep voice suddenly sounded from behind.

David turned his head, 'Red Hood Five' stood in the shadows, his expression was as cold as ice and snow on a high mountain, the gun he was holding had been thrown away, like a Greek warrior facing a terrifying monster with his bare hands, his suit was full of blood. Explosive muscles tense, ready for battle.

"You dare to chase after me, aren't you afraid to meet your accomplice together?"

"You should know I'm not a gangster."

Bruce Wayne frowned, suspicious in his heart.

The young man in front of him was shrouded in mystery from head to toe. I don't know if there is some high-tech weapon hidden in his hand that can emit laser light, and it is suspected that he surpassed him in the use of ninja invisibility.

The most important thing is to reveal his identity hidden under the mask and human skin mask in one sentence.

"You are not a police officer, and you have no right to question me."

David laughed.

The Bruce Wayne in front of him already has a bit of future style.

Compared with the future superman Clark who has not left the campus in adolescence, he is closer to the full-body Batman who is pivotal to the fate of the world, so although the strength is far inferior to Clark who has not lost his ability, the emotional points he can provide are still considerable.

"I'm not a police officer?

Who but the police would risk their lives to sneak into the gangsters and stop the robbery? "

Bruce asked slowly.

He admitted that he was a little reckless this time, and there were many mistakes and omissions in playing Red Hood Five, mainly because he didn't have time to spend more time for a group of bank robbers.

But no matter how I think about it, I can't figure out where there are flaws about my true identity.

"you're right.

But forget one thing - this is Gotham. "

David spread his hands.

A small-town youth from a metropolis introduced this to the native Gotham people.

"..."

"In this decadent city, police officers are just part-time jobs, and gangsters and insiders are the real jobs of Gotham police officers.

Just like those people in front of the bank, they would never risk their lives for a few hundred dollars a day as a police officer's salary. "

Bruce Wayne was silent for a while.

"Gotham, it won't be like this forever."

His voice was low, as if he was reciting an ideal that he had decided to devote his life to realizing.

"wish you success."

David smiled, said the next sentence, and was about to turn around and leave.

"You don't seem to agree with this."

Bruce Wayne took a step forward, like a cheetah biting its prey.

Regarding whether there is still hope for Gotham, many people have different answers, which will not shake his belief in the slightest, but he wants to know what the young man in front of him thinks.

Because I don't know why, this person seems to know himself very well inexplicably, including recognizing his identity, including his saying that Gotham will not be like this forever, and the other party is sure what he has hidden in his heart.

"Gotham with a long history has given countless people the life and hope they want.

But there is no doubt that he is now sick and terminally ill. "

Pausing slightly, David said lightly.

There are various explanations in the comics about why Gotham is so dark and chaotic, such as sitting on the gate of hell, being cursed, or controlled by the court of owls, and even the spirit of the city is distorted and not human.

However, there is a sentence that can roughly describe Gotham - Gotham can be easily destroyed, but it is difficult to change.

"If no one steps forward to pick up a cold and precise scalpel and cut away his carrion, Gotham will be in pain and decay until death."

"Just like you did? Kill the killer?"

Bruce Wayne was keen to hear what he meant, and his tone was not kind.

Once upon a time, many years ago, when Joe Chell escaped from prison on parole as a witness for the arrest of a gang leader, he thought about shooting the enemy who killed his parents when the other party walked out of the court.

But someone woke him up, and his parents would never want to see him fall into darkness and become like those criminals.

"You seem to have just arrived in Gotham not long ago, but you have already killed seven or eight people in this city."

"Can't I defend myself against a gang of gunmen?
It's just that I don't use a gun. "

David didn't intend to pester him any more, and walked away.

Even though he came to Gotham looking for someone, the current Bruce Wayne couldn't help.

In the eyes of the public, Bruce Wayne is still missing, which means that the current Batman has only returned to Gotham not long ago. He probably doesn't even understand his own company at the moment, and he is very confused about the situation in Gotham.

"By the way, don't throw things at me next time, Gotham vigilante."

He took out a pocket locator from the windbreaker pocket, and flicked it back.

The strong wind hit, and Bruce Wayne quickly turned his face away. The coin-shaped locator a few millimeters in size, like a sharp razor, cut the skin on his face and sank deeply into the brick wall behind him.

When he turned his gaze back, the alley was empty, and there was no one there, only a gust of cold wind was blowing.

Not surprised, he just frowned.

……

"Master Bruce?"

In the underground alleyway, a fast-moving jet-black motorcycle came, its tires were thick enough to be bulletproof, and its majestic shape was daunting. It stopped slowly in front of a bunker.

The man on the motorcycle tore off the tattered skin on his face, revealing a young and cold face with firm eyes. The whole person is like a piece of steel that has been forged through thousands of years of tempering and cannot be shaken, but it seems that he can't wait to achieve something What.

"It's me, Ah Fu."

"I saw the news, you had another day of desperation, master."

Amidst the roar of the motorcycle's stopped engine, the old man's helpless and worried voice came from the door.

"It's too early for the day to end, Fu."

At the entrance of the bunker, waiting for the door to open, Bruce Wayne rolled over and got out of the car. Like a gentleman, he took off the red rose on the chest of his suit. His eyes were pensive, and he glanced at an imperceptible black spot hidden in the stamen of the rose.

"Excuse me, sir.

To be honest, manipulating a supercomputer was not part of the butler training I received at the time. "

The door of the bunker opened slowly after half a minute.

"It's okay, Fu.

I still have a long time today. "

He walked unhurriedly into the base he called the Batcave, and connected a tiny camera to a huge computer screen.

The whole process of the bank robbery was played, and then the screen was frozen, and a young face was cut out.

The light from the screen was reflected on the son of Wayne's face, flickering on and off, staring at that face, he whispered in his mouth, and pressed the search button.

"Now—let me see who you are."

(End of this chapter)