After the victim Alfred personally identified the suspect, it was confirmed that he was the clown. The case was finally revealed. The next step was to bring him to justice and bring justice to the public.
Although the three of them knew the actual situation and the real murderer was someone else, who could make the clown not present!
Bruce cleared up the matter calmly, and Alfred also helped him put on the Batsuit with a smile on his face. However, I am afraid only they know what they think in their hearts and whether they want to settle the score.
When Russell saw this posture, he suddenly panicked: "Bruce, does the Batman sketch photo you promised still count?"
"..."
Bruce was too lazy to answer. Russell actually dared to ask for a promise. What was going on? Didn't he have some idea in mind?
Seeing that Bruce didn't say anything, Russell Quan assumed that he had acquiesced. He was secretly proud that he could make Batman suffer so much that he couldn't express his pain. It was the greatest affirmation of his intelligence, and he would be worthy of living in Gotham in the future.
Putting on the Batsuit again, Batman quickly came to the window, fired out the grapple gun, hugged Alfred and landed on the swing, leading the way and successfully escaped from Arkham in a few seconds.
Looking at his skillful posture, he feels like he is wandering in his own back garden!
"Death Knell, what's going on over there? Are you a companion?"
Bruce was referring to the Suicide Squad. Because the six of them lured away almost all the guards, they were able to leave easily.
"No, they are 'Task Force X', a group of super criminals with life sentences, hired by the US imperialist government..."
Russell roughly told the origin of the Suicide Squad, and by the way, the purpose of their mission to arrive in Gotham. Finally, he concluded: "Although they are a bunch of bastards, they did something to save you. Give me face. Next time we meet
Don’t torture them too harshly.”
Bruce nodded and silently wrote down three important pieces of information: Amanda Waller, Task Force
.
Batman: It's time to expand the database!
The three of them quickly left Arkham Asylum and walked into the woods. Alfred cleared the cover, revealing two Batmobiles that had been prepared for a long time.
"Bruce, where should we go next?"
"Secret base!"
Wayne Manor was bombed by Bane, the Batcave was turned into ruins, and countless equipment was looted, but the problem was not big. Batman has the ability to make money, and he has other bases in Gotham City. It is easy to make a comeback.
The three of them hurried on at night. After entering downtown Gotham, Bruce opened the manhole cover and walked around in the complex underground tunnels until Russell was knocked unconscious and finally arrived at the so-called secret base.
A three-story base buried deep underground!
The facilities are complete and all kinds of equipment and items are available. Although the base level is far inferior to that of the Batcave, and it does not have the killer weapon of the Bat fighter, it is enough to arm Bruce to the teeth.
Buzz!
Bruce waved the laser sword on his belt, buckled it, and quickly browsed the intelligence information on the computer.
Alfred was responsible for collecting this information. To put it bluntly, he had half of the credit for Batman's success. In other words, the butler was the man standing behind Batman, covering the sky with one hand and supporting Batman.
Intelligence network.
"Mr. Wayne, your black tea. And you, Mr. Deathstroke, your ice water!"
"Uh, thank you."
Although the ice water was not ice-cold at all and was even close to 100 degrees, Russell did not dare to drink too much. It was good that it was not poisoned.
Five minutes later, Bruce read all the information, drank the black tea in one gulp, and then refined and supplemented his plan after sorting it out in his mind.
"Gotham City is currently in chaos. Only by defeating the city hall in one fell swoop, taking the lead in removing this cancer, and releasing the administrative officials inside can we change the current state of anarchy and chaos, and then cooperate with the police..."
Bruce talked about a lot of general policies and arrangements. He knew that Russell couldn't understand, so he explained many of them in one sentence. Finally, he asked directly: "Deathstroke, tell me the truth, can the anti-Deathstroke armor be used by you?"
How many minutes can you hold it in your hands?"
Russell was not wearing a visor at this time. He blinked in confusion when he heard this. He didn't know how far the so-called 'anti-Death knell armor' could go, so he could only say modestly: "A conservative estimate, the anti-Death knell armor is enough for me to take it apart in half."
Hours, I believe in your ability, Bruce, you can last for twenty minutes at the most."
"..."
Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes. Russell's words were still as irritating as ever. After a moment, he continued: "Afu, the manpower is limited, so I have to trouble you to dispatch this time."
"Master, please don't say that. Gotham City is my home, and this is what I should do." Alfred bowed.
Russell saw it with great envy. Externally, he collected intelligence, coordinated operations, and solved problems for the owner of the house. Internally, he kept the house in an orderly manner so that the owner could eat and drink without having to worry about anything. He really wanted a housekeeper like this.
But no, his assistant was a stupid cat who couldn't even bark, and he even got lost!
"Afu, I want you to repair the Bat-Lamp in Gotham City and tell everyone that Batman is back. I will go to the TV station and other places to reconnect the data signal so that Gotham can resume communication with the outside world and the location of the dirty bomb.
, we have some general information, I have to confirm it myself."
"As for you, Deathstroke..."
Bruce said with a stern expression: "I'll leave it to you at the city hall. When I connect the signal of the TV station, I want you to appear on the stage with the strongest attitude. In front of everyone, defeat the 'Anti-Death Knell Armor' and shock you in one fell swoop.
Everyone, create fear for the criminals in the city."
Bruce's request was very simple. Russell made a big fuss, as loud and loud as he wanted!
There is a reason why he made this arrangement!
The Joker and Bane are in the city hall at the moment, and there may be some hidden super villains who are not lacking in strength and resourcefulness. Batman himself goes there, but due to factors such as personal strength and the opponent's understanding of him, he is unable to deliver the most shocking
Defeat powerful enemies with tough tactics.
But Russell is different!
It is true that Russell's IQ is average and far inferior to the Joker and Bane, but he is quite a fool!
You can never guess what a fool will do next.
This is not a curse, on the contrary, it is a complimentary comment made by Batman Bruce Wayne to Russell. Bruce feels that he cannot guess Russell's stupid brain, and Bane certainly cannot guess the Joker who has the same IQ as him.
This kind of unpredictable, double-edged sword can hurt others and yourself. If used well, it can give the enemy a fatal blow.
Russell blinked: "I understand, let me show off! Go all the way to the end and knock everyone down, right?"
Bruce was silent for a moment: "Do you have any other questions?"
"have!"
Russell said: "Leave the maintenance of the bat lamp to me. I don't look down on the housekeeper. After all, time is not forgiving. He is old. He can just sit at home and make black tea. Let the young people do the physical work!"
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Deathstroke, but I think I'm not old yet, at least not too old." Alfred said with a smile.
"I believe Ah Fu, he can do it!"
Hearing Russell's concerned words, Bruce's face softened a lot: "Without Alfred, Batman wouldn't be alive today. I know better than anyone that he can do many incredible things."
Thinking of the butler who was knocked down by him with three punches and two kicks, Russell was doubtful and raised his eyebrows: "For example...making black tea at an incredible speed?"
"..."x2
Bruce had a long face: "For example, my bat suit and many new equipment were designed and manufactured by Ah Fu, as was this secret base. To tell you the truth, besides me and Ah Fu, you are the first
People who enter here.”
"It sounds so awesome..."
“It’s not what it sounds like, but it’s actually awesome!”
In order to clear up his old butler's name, Bruce said boldly: "Without my permission, no one in Gotham City can easily find and successfully enter here. This is Alfred's ability. The reason why I firmly believe in him is that he does things well."
Secret enough."
"Sir, you are exaggerating!" Alfred smiled kindly, but his body was still involuntarily straightened, like a javelin.
Bang! Bang! Bang————
"..."x3
Hearing that someone was prying open the door of the secret base, the three people in the room suddenly stared, especially Bruce, who felt that his face was swollen.
Squeak!!
The sound of twisted metal rubbing against each other was heard. When no one responded, the people outside violently pried open the door.
Bruce was slapped in the face again. Not only did someone find the secret base easily, but he also successfully walked in.
"This is impossible! I have set up many traps, bombs, poison gas, electricity, acid, flamethrowers, etc. How could it be possible..." Alfred was shocked and felt a sense of disbelief.
Bang!!
The blast door in front of the three people was dented to the naked eye, and was finally violently knocked open. Bruce stood up silently, protecting the old butler behind him, and guessed who the identity of the unknown enemy was.
Bang!
The blast door fell down, and Jason strode in wearing a hockey mask, holding a machete, as if he was looking for trouble.
(._.)
(゜一゜)x3
"who are you?"
Bruce secretly knew something was wrong, and Jason's eyes were cold and heartless, but that wasn't the point. The point was that Jason had numerous wounds all over his body, including burns, gunshot wounds, and arrows. Some of them were corroded by acid so deep that the bones were visible, and they were all hurting rapidly.
In the process of healing.
A tough enemy!
"Don't be nervous, we are one of our own..."
Russell held Bruce's shoulders and introduced: "His name is Jason, my little brother."
"..."
Bruce didn't speak, and he didn't plan to speak in front of Russell in the future. I don't know if it was his misunderstanding. Every time he was with Russell, he would be very unlucky. Either he would be tricked by Russell, or he would dig a hole and jump into it himself.
But soon, Bruce became more confident in his plan. If Russell could trick him, he would definitely be able to trick the Joker and Bane as well.
the other side!
"How's it going? Did you find the person?"
(._.)
"In the city hall, it's a big room. Besides her, there are many people inside... Well, these people you mentioned are not queuing, right?"
(._.)
"Oh, that's fine! Then who else is with her?"
(._.)
"A cat and a red-haired woman!"
Bruce looked at the exchange between Russell and Jason in surprise, and asked the universal butler Alfred with his eyes. Although there was no verbal communication, Russell could understand Jason's meaning. How did he do it?
Is it a special function or other reasons?
Alfred frowned slightly, indicating that the information was insufficient and he didn't know!