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

Chapter 53 Stealing is not a good habit

A bird of prey broke into the eerie forest called Gotham.

Bruce Wayne wanted to know the identity of the other party.

But the key is pressed.

The bright red words "No information" are displayed on the screen.

In front of the hundreds of inches of computer screen, Bruce frowned.

"No criminal record, no driver's license, no consumption records, no entry records..."

Either this person has lived in the primeval forest since birth, or that's the same as him, and that's also a fake face.

……

Walking on the streets of Gotham under an umbrella, David touched his face.

With his extraordinary eyesight, he saw the pinhole camera on Batman's chest, but ignored it.

The face is a real face.

But slightly tweaked from the original.

"There are more than 40 muscles in the human face, which are divided into expressive muscles and masseter muscles."

Facial muscles, blood vessels and nerves wrap around cartilage and bones, and smooth skin sticks to the muscles. These tissues are interconnected and interact to make various movements and expressions.

"There are very few people who can control it. Talented performers can control more facial muscles, making their faces slightly stiff and showing another appearance, imitating other people, but they can't control everything. .”

It is impossible for ordinary people to do this kind of thing. He just happens to be not an ordinary person, not even an earthling.

Thanos' Eternal variant physique gives him the ability to precisely and freely control the muscles of his body, which can be used to practice fighting, control strength, and can also be used to change the appearance of his face.

"Thanos should never have used this ability.

One is that the dark overlord may disdain to hide himself, and there are better means of hiding, such as magic and technology.

It's useless to hide his two or three meter tall body and unique purple potato head. "

Passing the street, I saw a set of high voltage electricity.

David thought of Avery coming to Gotham.

As a future Superman, he didn't believe that Clark could be easily and truly incapacitated.

And superhuman ability comes from genes, from his name Clark Kent, I'm afraid it's not so easy to win.

"Catching Avery and replaying the accident may bring the ability back to Clark, that is, the kryptonite strengthens the high current."

If it doesn't work, you can try again to lead thunder on a rainy day.

But the premise of all this is to find Avery in Gotham and bring him back.

Thoughts flashed across his eyes.

"Go to the two local snakes first, and ask about the latest news about Gotham?"

Bang!
Not far ahead, a hurried figure collided with a proud lady wearing a brand-name bag and walking.

"Feel sorry."

The girl with beautiful brown hair walked in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry, bowed her head and said sorry, then hurriedly turned and disappeared at the corner of the street.

The lady cursed a few words and continued on without taking it seriously.

David frowned, but noticed that the sapphire ring on the man's hand was missing.

It is not uncommon to encounter robbery first, and then encounter theft without walking out of a street. After all, it is in Gotham, where the folk customs are simple and honest.

But the instant they collided head-on, they stole the ring from someone else's hand without anyone noticing. This kind of stealing technique is a bit unusual.

He looked slightly surprised.

As a thief, it's hard not to deal with all kinds of teachings and nine streams, especially if there are some special channels for selling stolen goods, you can be regarded as a local snake.

"A good candidate for scouting."

……

"Master, I don't know if you still remember that above this cave is Wayne Manor."

An old man with gray hair and meticulously dressed in butler clothes, with the vicissitudes and wisdom accumulated over the years in his eyes, walked slowly with a cup of iced coffee on a bright silver tray.

"Of course, Ah Fu."

After taking the coffee, Bruce Wayne took a sip and continued to operate the computer.

"How could I forget such a simple thing."

"But since you came back, you have been hiding in this bat cave, the manor that is close at hand, and you haven't been there a few times."

Helplessness flashed across Alfred's eyes.

"I have a lot going on, Fu.

Lots of looming things. "

The computer invaded and downloaded the money withdrawal records of the Gotham National Bank, trying to find some clues from it. It turned out that the card that was withdrawn was the subordinate of a small gang leader in Gotham, and the leader had been dead for more than a year.

Bruce Wayne frowned.

Looking at the death file, the neck bone was twisted, and the body was found in the gang's temporary lair, together with the dead, there were more than a dozen gangsters.

Some of them died of severe trauma to the brain.

"The Hyena Gang?

Several members survived, but turned into vegetative states. "

During the same period of time, dozens of gangsters in Gotham died of severe brain damage, and seven or eight of them became vegetative with brain damage.

Other than that, I can't find anything else, and the clues in my hand seem to be broken.

"Master, I know how you feel.

But you are too impatient, I am a little worried. "

Seeing the young master with a faintly unsightly expression, Ah Fu bowed slightly and made a suggestion.

"In 1840, your ancestor Solomon Wayne invested in the establishment of Gotham's current series of industrial and commercial districts, and Gotham's prosperity was born from this.

But you know, these are not done in one day. "

"Rome can't be built in a day, I know, Fu."

Rubbing his temples, Bruce Wayne confides in the face of the old man who single-handedly raised him.

"Having come close to death and trained as hell to drive a lot of people crazy, I thought I was ready.

But when I got back to Gotham, I realized I was missing a lot. "

"Infiltrating, sabotaging, assassinating is very different from infiltrating, investigating, protecting."

He got up and walked over to the workbench, sharpening his batarang with tools, sparks flying in his pupils.

"Ah Fu, I have advanced technology and powerful weapons, but some things cannot be replaced by technology.

I need to be more precise, stronger, and faster..."

Like bats in the dark night, come and go without a trace, prey on the prey with precision, hit it with one hit, be cold and efficient, and never make mistakes!
"I have to interrupt you, master."

Alfred shook his head.

"I don't know how long it takes you to do this, but you'd better protect what you have first."

"What do you mean?" He stopped and turned his head with a look of doubt on his face.

"If you continue like this, your top-secret technology and powerful weapons from Wayne's technology research and development department may be about to leave you."

Ah Fu didn't want to see the child he had watched grow up pushing him so hard, leaving no time for himself to breathe for the sake of the city.

"No more cool advanced Batmobiles and Batsuits for you to fiddle with."

And there are more pressing matters right now.

There was an inquiring look in Bruce Wayne's eyes.

"William Earle has been managing and controlling your family business for so many years. After you disappeared, some of his behaviors have gradually gone out of line.

Most recently as Chairman of the Board, he is lobbying a group of directors to take your family business Wayne Group public. "

Listening to Ah Fu's narration, Bruce Wayne's face sank.

For ordinary companies, going public may bring various benefits, but for the Wayne Group, which has lived with Gotham for nearly 200 years, those benefits are not worth mentioning.

The only thing is that after the company goes public, it will be easy to change the shares, such as diluting the shares of a guy named Wayne who has been missing for several years and kicking him out of the Wayne Group's board of directors.

"You're right, Fu.

Maybe it's time to let Gotham know that the Sons of Wayne are back. "

The sharp bat dart flew more than ten meters and hit the bull's-eye with precision. His eyes were fixed and he said slowly.

……

There are seven turns and eight turns, the ground paved with bricks and stones, and there are no streets and alleys.

A young girl in black skinny jeans and a blue striped blouse, with loose brown hair covering a fair swan-like neck, bright and clever eyes like jewels hidden behind rustic square-frame glasses.

Dressed up to look like a female student who is immersed in her studies and not socializing all day in college, no one will be wary of such a nerd.

Stuffing the stolen wallet into her waist bag first, she put the jewelry on her hand, admiring the newly stolen sapphire ring with bright eyes.

"A standard starlight blue sapphire is good enough to rank in the top ten in my collection."

Pushing down her glasses, Selina's eyes flashed with joy.

Today seemed to be her lucky day. Walking casually on the street, she unexpectedly came across a beautiful sapphire ring.

"Stealing is not a good habit."

A young and magnetic voice came from behind without warning.

Like a frightened cat, she quickly hid the ring and turned around to look.

"Who?"

[Nervousness from Selena Kyle +18...]

(End of this chapter)