In a manor, a middle-aged man shook with a wine glass. At this time, the leopard girl had not come back yet. Did she run away after succeeding or was she caught in failure?

He thought the latter was more likely, and the leopard girl should not dare to betray him. Even the God-killing Blade was stolen by him, and he also told the leopard girl how to obtain the power inside.

The Mars Hunter attempted to attack Superman. He did not think it was a failure. He had never thought that the Mars Hunter would succeed. It seemed that he should take the second step.

In the Justice League, he will get rid of those who are in trouble one by one. He already knows the weaknesses of several superheroes, and as long as they have weaknesses, it will not be difficult to deal with.

There was a row of dolls in front of him, all of which were dolls from the Justice League. He clicked on Batman's doll.

...

Bruce was on a mission, and a group of gangsters appeared in New York. He and Chato solved the other party and were driving back when they received a call from Alfred.

Chato looked at Bruce's face becoming ugly, and asked carefully: "Bruce, what happened?"

"There were some problems with my parents' cemetery. The gravekeeper told me that there was a leak and asked me to deal with it. I gave so much money, and they could even make the cemetery leak. Why did the cemetery have to be buried with water pipes?!"

Chato comforted, "Don't worry, I'll visit your parents today."

Back at the base, Bruce changed out of the equipment and drove out in an ordinary Mercedes-Benz. Chato jumped and waved in the back, "I haven't gotten in the car yet?"

"Chato, Bruce is visiting his parents. He didn't even let me go. Why are you doing with him?" Alfred patted Chato on the shoulder.

"But Fan said that we should usually have two people together and protect each other. I just thought about how could Bruce's parents' grave suddenly leak? Who would dig a hole from the grave when laying the water pipes?"

"I think this may be to lure Bruce over. Bruce may be in danger. He is not wearing a bat suit."

Alfred's face changed: "You drive the red car right away, there is equipment on the car. I hope you guessed it wrong. If Bruce is really in danger, call the headquarters immediately. I ask Diana and Victor, who are guarding at home, to help you."

Bruce drove the car and soon arrived at the cemetery. He parked the car, took a bouquet of flowers, and walked towards his parents' tombstone.

A water pipe was leaking out, and his parents' cemetery was indeed flooded, and his face became ugly.

"Mr. Wayne, we are sorry. We were originally going to lay underground pipes so that the soil here can be kept moist and that it can be green all year round, but we didn't expect that the workers made a mistake in the construction."

"If you make a mistake, change it. Why isn't this water pipe closed yet? Wait, have you touched my parents' grave?" Bruce found that the direction of the tombstone was something wrong and was tilted.

"No, how dare we do this?"

Bruce glanced at the other party suspiciously: "Go away, I'll go and see."

He gently turned the tombstone and moved it away directly. A hole appeared below. Bruce's pupils shrank. This was definitely not what he did. Someone robbed the tomb?!

Who would do this? His parents’ tomb has no special place or valuable things in it. This is too immoral.

Bruce looked inside along the hole and suddenly found that his parents' coffin was gone, and there was a body of his parents!

Suddenly, he felt a wind behind him. He wanted to dodge, but he didn't dodge at all. He was directly put into the cave and fell into the grave.

With a click, it was pitch black around him and he was locked in the tomb. He took out the lighter and looked around.

Something was wrong. The grave was transformed and the surrounding stone slabs turned into steel plates. This was prepared long ago and we had to plot against him.

Bruce knew he was careless and unexpectedly someone would use his parents' grave to design him, which was too shady.

Although he was not wearing a bat suit, he still had some equipment on him. If he wanted to go out, he had to break the tombstone at the entrance of the hole, that is, to destroy his parents' tombstone!

"Who are you and what are you doing? Where did my parents' bodies go?" Bruce asked loudly.

"Batman, do you still care about your parents' bodies? This place will be your grave soon." A voice that made Batman familiar with him came in. He thought about it carefully, but he was still not sure who it was, but he must have heard of it.

Moreover, the other party knew his identity, which surprised him even more. He asked himself that his identity protection was pretty good, how did the other party find out?

"Let me out right away, otherwise I won't let you go!" Bruce shouted.

"Is that so? What can I do if I don't let you go? There is not much air in the cemetery. How long can you last? Do you have explosives on your body? Blow yourself to death together?"

"Or you're trying to destroy your parents' tombstone and live for yourself, that's nothing."

He wanted to use the aid device, but found that there was no signal at all. Even the aid device had been burned, and an electromagnetic interference arrangement was also made here.

Bruce pressed his neck, and a Kryptonian's respirator covered his head, which was enough to ensure he could live for two more hours on the thin air.

If he doesn't go back for two hours, someone will definitely come to save him.

"Are you waiting for someone to save you? It's useless. Haven't you noticed that there is still poisonous gas in the grave? Not only poisonous gas, but also a time bomb."

"You came a little earlier than I thought, but at most five minutes, you will be killed. Batman is easily killed by a bomb, which is so perfect."

A harsh brake sound came from the distance, and a figure jumped out of the car and rushed toward this side quickly.

"The Devil Revenge is you, the Traitor!"

The worker's clothes suddenly exploded, his muscles bulged, and he turned into a familiar figure in Chatto.

"Killer Crocodile? You dare to attack Bruce. Do you know the consequences? Also, I'm called Flame Man now!" Chato raised his hand and a fireball hit the Killer Crocodile.

The killer crocodile jumped away, and Chato's eyes twitched wildly. Why is the tombstone of Bruce's parents behind the killer crocodile? He quickly raised his hand, and the fireball spun and flew back.

"What do I call you nickname? You are just the weakest guy. I'm different now. With the potion given by the adults, I'm several times stronger than before. I'll kill you, the traitor today!"

The killer crocodile rushed over, and the speed surprised Chato very much. It was indeed much faster than the killer crocodile he knew at the time.

Bang!

A tree behind him was directly interrupted by his stretching. Chato's eyes twitched wildly, and his strength increased so much?

"What are you hiding? Didn't you be very high-profile after joining the Justice League? Didn't you say you are very strong? Now do you understand? You're just a joke!" The killer crocodile swung his punch, Chato blocked with both hands, and flew out.

Bang!

Chato took out a strange-shaped gun from his waist, and a net was sprayed out of the muzzle, directly covering the killer crocodile.

Tear ~~~

When Chato saw this special net, he was torn apart by the killer crocodile. While throwing a fireball over, he ran towards the grave.

"Bruce, can you hear it, where are you?"

"Chato, is it you? Remove the tombstone and never break it up."

Chato pulled the tombstone down directly, revealing a hole about one meter in diameter. Bruce jumped out of it, looked at the tombstone in Chato's hand and shook his head: "That's my parents' tombstone. OK, take it away and bring a respirator."

The killer crocodile shot the flames on his body: "Chato, your flame temperature has increased a lot, but it is not enough to hurt me like this. Batman, have you escaped? Why, don't you like this grave? Then I'll change one for you later."

Bruce took out a gun from his arms and directly pointed it at the killer crocodile and opened fire.

The Killer Crocodile didn't care at all, and the bullets could no longer cause any harm to him, especially the pistol bullets, which could not break his skin at all.

But he quickly lowered his head and saw a hole appearing on his body. What's going on? What kind of bullet is this?

Bang bang bang bang!

Bruce fired continuously. This pistol, which was modified based on Kryptonian weapons, was quite powerful. It could penetrate 40 mm thick steel plates and naturally penetrate the skin of the killer crocodile.

Boom~~

The grave behind him suddenly exploded, and a wave of heat hit, and Bruce lay on the ground. Chatto waved his hands in the distance, and the fire rose into the sky, turning into a huge fireball, hitting directly at the killer crocodile.

The killer crocodile did not expect Chato's ability to control fire became so strong. He wanted to avoid it, but suddenly staggered under his feet and saw Bruce holding a rope gun in his hand, catching his leg.

Although he easily broke away, the fireball hit him directly after this moment of delay.

Ah~~~

The killer crocodile suffered the flames produced by a high-explosive bomb, and his skin began to burn, and the flames began to damage his body's organs along his mouth and nose.

Chato rushed over, and the gun in his hand shot continuously, hitting the killer crocodile's head, striking all the energy.

After the flames dissipated, there were only ashes on the ground. Chatto then walked over and helped Bruce up.

"How are you? You cooperated well just now. But you really should have brought me directly, maybe you won't be so embarrassed."

Bruce shook his head: "I'm fine. I want to know where my parents' bodies are going now, and I'm going to build a grave for them again."

No matter where it is, this kind of grave digging and robbing corpses is deeply hated.

"When I came here just now, I saw a coffin there. Maybe it was the bones of your parents. The killer crocodile had not had time to destroy it, or had made second-hand preparations."

Bruce looked at the already-exploded grave: "It seems that Fan is right, someone is really targeting us."

Chato looked at the ashes of the killer crocodile: "He was like me before, both from the suicide squad, so is it a political axe?"
Chapter completed!