"Everything about the manor will be left to you, Uncle Alfred." Bruce bowed deeply. Unlike before, this time he deeply felt the responsibility as the patriarch of the family.
Although the Wayne family is just a new family with a small number of people, and most of the people who come to the manor are uncles and aunts from the family business, but during Christmas, the default holiday of the upper class, Bruce has an "unexcused absence" for the first time.
Bone marrow guilt.
This was like denying the efforts of his parents during their lifetime. When Bruce discovered this emotion, an even stronger emotion surged towards the three words "Jochel" - the man who signed these three words.
Killed his parents.
This emotion is called hatred, or shame.
It took root in Bruce's heart ten years ago, and now, the seedlings wrapped around this heart are greedily absorbing nutrients and growing vigorously.
Bruce had already put on the Bat suit under the black suit, and the Bat hood was crumpled into a ball and stuffed into his trouser pocket, ensuring that he could put it on at any time and transform into the Dark Knight of Gotham City.
After making these preparations, Bruce also put on a sharp bayonet, but as he practiced bayonet in private, he didn't think he had any advanced martial arts skills, so bringing the m1917 Colt revolver became a necessary guarantee.
After Bruce said goodbye to Alfred, he avoided the servants in the manor and walked out of the side door of the manor - Wayne Manor is located on a flat plain in the suburbs.
Everything is so unreal.
"Okay... avoid those maids in the manor... Every time I come here, I feel that it is really annoying to arrange these extra manpower..."
Bruce hid behind the bushes and waited quietly for the two maids who were chatting happily to pass by the side garden.
Until the two people's backs disappeared around the corner.
Bruce seized the opportunity and quickly jumped over the low stone wall. He was just about to get into the black car arranged nearby last night, but found that two acquaintances were actually sitting in his car.
The Punisher in the driver's seat rolled down the window and said calmly: "You can choose not to get up, if you want to be discovered like this."
Bruce paused, and could only open the back seat door and get in.
The car roared past, passing through the lawn of Wayne Manor, and turned onto a wet loess road. The entire scene of Wayne Manor in the rearview mirror became smaller and smaller. In his eyes, the building as small as eight stories high looked like a
Like a delicate firewood box slightly drunk in the smoke.
Bruce also saw Frank's rugged Inmet native face in the rearview mirror, as well as his extremely sharp, wolf-like eyes.
"What you want to ask is why I appeared in your car, and why a strange man wearing a strange black and red uniform appeared next to me." Frank shrugged.
"The previous question is very simple..." Frank interrupted Bruce's inquiry, "There is a connection between the Joechel you are looking for and the Cyclops. It seems that the Cyclops sent Joechel to Arkham Asylum...
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Bruce pursed his lips, but Frank didn't give him a chance to speak: "You want to ask me why I know the location of Qiao Qie and why I want to help you avenge... The answer is very simple, that's because of all the whereabouts and information of Cyclops.
They all disappeared completely after completing the act of sending Joechel to Arkham Asylum."
"No one saw him come out of Arkham Asylum. It was like he completely disappeared from the world."
Frank remained silent. The worst possibility was that the one-eyed dragon died in Arkham Asylum. This possibility cut off the clues to find the one-armed general.
Bruce listened to the sound of wheels rolling outside the car window, squinted his eyes and said: "You need information about the one-eyed dragon and the one-armed general, but it's okay to ask. I just need to cut off his head."
Seeing the two people appearing in his car, Bruce already understood that Alfred was behind the scenes, otherwise it would be impossible to explain how the two got the car keys.
"But the guy next to you..." Bruce looked at the guy in the passenger seat who looked like a circus member.
"Ha!"
This guy... The sudden strange sound he made made people really angry... Bruce leaned back subconsciously.
"Hahahaha... the timer is over! I haven't spoken for five minutes. How about it, Frank, your reliable teammate won the bet! You said that the loser must meet one condition of the winner..."<
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Deadpool stretched out a finger and shook it in front of Frank's eyes: "Any conditions, including letting Frank take off..."
Frank slapped Wade's mischievous hand away and used his right arm to push Wade back to the passenger seat. He had to think that he was lucky. Wade's physical fitness was equivalent to that of an ordinary person.
That's great.
Bruce's eyes twitched, and he grinned: "Mr. Frank, now I have reason to suspect that your companion..."
"Wade Winston Wilson."
Looking at the imminent black and red mask, Bruce leaned his head back.
"Okay, Wade..." A big hand grabbed Wade's neck and pushed him back into the passenger seat.
"As you can see, he is my friend. He is here to help me. But you can rest assured that he will not have a negative impact on our plan. Of course, you don't need to worry about him dying.
Accident." Frank said.
"I'm quite happy that he died in an accident..." Bruce muttered, but since Frank said so, he wouldn't care too much about this guy's life or death.
On the broad plains, blackberries are dotted with green grass as far as the eye can see. The lush woods on the horizon are shrouded in the lingering clouds and mist, as misty as fairies hiding their shame.
The black car was like a drop of ink on the white fabric, destroying the beauty of the wilderness mercilessly. Whether it was the traces of the wheels or the loud sound of the accelerator, they all told the three of them this fact.<
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Deadpool was quiet for a while, and he suddenly said: "After this battle is over, let's have a drink."
Frank smiled and said: "That's natural."
On the distant horizon, the outline of Gotham City exudes unparalleled brilliance under the morning sun.
Bruce thought to himself that his parents far away in heaven should also be admiring such brilliance in a corner, or perhaps their souls are bathing in this intoxicating halo at this moment, looking at him with their peaceful and kind eyes.