"You succeeded, Wayne boy..." Flanders withdrew his gaze.
As Bruce said, it is impossible for him to find the hiding place of Bob, the one-armed general, by himself.
As the heir to the largest conglomerate in Gotham City, Bruce Wayne will be his greatest help.
Frank's voice was hoarse: "Of course, once the intelligence is obtained, intercepting it is of little use to me."
"When I was clearing out the gangsters near Port Miller, I helped you find out about the guy named Joe Gor."
Frank continued: "Through the gang files and the oral statements of several old people who were in Port Miller more than ten years ago, there was indeed a fisherman named Joe Gor."
"Fishermen?!" Bruce's eyes widened.
"Yes, a very ordinary fisherman." Frank shrugged. This was unbelievable to Bruce, but to him, as long as the criminal has the ability to commit the crime, everything is extremely reasonable.
"But... he is a fisherman. My father plans to develop Miller Harbor every day and every night, just so that the fishermen and workers there can have enough to eat and live a happy and beautiful life!"
Bruce clenched his fists, his bones made a rattling sound, and he glared angrily: "Now you are telling me that the person who killed my father was a fisherman?!"
Frank leaned back and leaned his back on the sofa: "Even if the person who killed your father was a fisherman and the profiteer of everything he did, so what?"
"You actually said so what?"
Frank leaned down, supporting his arms on his knees, staring directly at Bruce: "Yes, so what? Joe Gor is not the son of your father Thomas Wayne, as you said, he is just
A fisherman is just a fisherman from beginning to end."
Bruce frowned and stayed there for a long time.
"However, Joe Gor has been missing for more than two years. Before that, his family was happy and happy. The old people in Miller Harbor can testify to this... But two years ago, a huge change occurred in his family.
My son, who works at a law firm, suddenly disappeared..."
Frank paused, and seeing Bruce immersed in his story, he continued: "His daughter-in-law even took away all the belongings of his family in one night. After that, it was obvious that there was a homeless person on the street.
Han——Old Joechel...he changed from a retired worker with a happy family to a homeless vagrant."
Bruce looked up.
"This is a very happy ending for you...but I'm going to disappoint you. The clues about Qiaochel have been interrupted. I don't know when, people on the street have discovered that Qiaochel is missing. He has been missing since.
Things are like snowflakes in early spring, they come and go as quickly as they come."
"Perhaps only the older generation in Miller's Port would say, 'That's a hard-working fisherman' when talking about the name Old Joechel."
Hard-working fishermen...what an irony...Bruce stood up.
"Want to expose the true and ugly face of this fisherman named Joechel to the public?" Frank chuckled.
"What else?" Bruce turned and left.
"My father, Thomas Wayne, devoted his whole life to the poor, but in the end, he died because of a poor man! He died in a pool of blood that night."
Bruce stopped for a moment. He still wanted to bathe in the electric light for a while, even if it was just for a short while, even if the electric light above his head failed to bring him any warmth.
Bruce stretched out his right hand. Through the gaps between his fingers, he could still feel the light coming through, just like the last flash of streetlights he saw in his eyes when he was lying in a pool of blood on that rainy night ten years ago. "Justice, I need justice."
Bruce no longer lingered, he put down his right palm that was raised above his head and quickly walked towards the door.
The darkness at the door made him feel longing for the first time. Obviously on that rainy night ten years ago, what made his heart palpitate the most was not the blood on the ground, but the dark shadow set off by the blood.
But now, in Bruce's eyes, the shadow lurking at the door seemed to be playing hide-and-seek, tempting him to search for the fascinating secrets in the darkness.
Even when Bruce was plunged into darkness, he still hadn't gotten out of this dazed mood, just like when he witnessed his father's death ten years ago, he sat in a dark room all night.
"Master." A soft whisper sounded beside you.
Bruce looked sideways in confusion, and saw Alfred, the butler, holding an umbrella and standing meticulously beside him.
"Young Master, ten years ago, I failed to receive you at the first time, and then I had the opportunity to have so many things happen. So ten years later, at the first time, I will appear in front of you no matter what...
This is the promise I made to the master before he died, and I dare not forget this every moment." Alfred put his right hand on his chest, bent over his luggage, and his tone was more solemn than ever.
I haven’t heard Alfred speak like this for a long time. It seems that the last time was at Thomas Wayne’s funeral ten years ago.
The lost little Bruce walked step by step at the end of the funeral procession. Also walking behind him was the unsmiling butler Alfred standing in front of him.
He still did not change. Alfred said at the time: "If you don't want everything your father has done to be in vain, then you should now shoulder everything your father once shouldered and shoulder the glory of the Wayne family.
."
Bruce's eyes gradually became clear.
"Let's go, Alfred, and find the murderer of my father, Joe Gor."
"My Lord, even if the truth is ten times crueler than imagined?"
Bruce kept walking: "Even if the truth is ten times crueler than imagined, the murderer who killed my father was Joe Gor, and Joe Gor was the murderer who killed my father. If the situation is true, no one can change this." Alfred put away his umbrella: "As you command, my lord."
The sound of rain outside gradually decreased, and Frank also finished the tenth barrel of ale tonight. He wiped the corners of his mouth, picked up the note left by Bruce, and glanced down.
"Ah... One-Eyed Dragon... the war machine who won ten medals in the Continental War." Frank crumpled the note into a ball and stuffed it into his mouth.
He sneered: "After Natasha stole the information about Scorpion, she deliberately led me here. This tavern is indeed Bob's secret stronghold, but the people here don't know Bob's true hiding place."
At this point, Bob must have completely given up most of his actions."
Deadpool crossed his arms and walked out of the toilet. He nodded and said: "Brother Frank, what's that Bob? Let's just ignore him. Find a few girls, go out to other places, and live a cool life for a few years?"
Frank noticed the red mark on Deadpool's neck, and held down the hard guy on his waist with his right hand: "Wade, let me remind you, if you want to continue to follow me, there is a rule that you must abide by, and that is...
…Don’t get in my way.”
"Oke Oke..." Wade shouted loudly.
"Put your hands down, man, I promise, I promise this is the last time... Oh no, no, I promise I will never do such a disgraceful thing within a hundred meters of you... Amen!