Starting from the heavens to perform the entire League of Legends

Bruce was wrapping bandages around his waist, but it didn't take long for the white bandages to be stained red by the oozing blood.

Just now, at the corner between the stairs on the second floor and the first floor, he had a fight with those Arkham fugitives who were not afraid of death.

The result is self-evident, he won.

Because the space they were in was relatively small, the fugitives' advantage in numbers turned into a disadvantage, and they could only crowd together on the stairs, but they were afraid of hurting their own people, so they couldn't shoot at will.

In the case of close combat, Bruce only needs to deal with two or three people at a time, but the fugitives behind can only watch.

Even so, he was seriously injured.

This group of prisoners from Arkham held great hostility towards Batman, basically the kind that even if they died, they would bite off a piece of flesh from him.

Now Bruce has multiple gunshot wounds and bruises and redness caused by fighting, especially the one stabbed in the abdomen, and the wound is still bleeding.

Moreover, three battles in a row exhausted his physical strength, and he already felt a little tired.

Afterwards, Batman lay down among the comatose people, rested for a while, felt that his physical strength had recovered, and then got up with difficulty and walked to the living room on the first floor.

On the coffee table full of takeaway boxes and garbage, there is a wooden box full of colorful lights.

Bruce didn't have the strength to fight with a box at this time, so he turned slightly sideways to tear off the colored lights, and opened the box directly.

It was the familiar bright flashlight again.

"Alas—." He sighed inexplicably, threw this obviously mental torture thing aside, and then reached into the box.

He took out the fifth post-it note.

Although there was only a piece of paper in the box this time, Bruce's brows were clearly furrowed.

In addition to the address on the paper, there is also a string of garbled characters composed of numbers and subtitles.

It might seem like an ordinary number to others, but he understood at a glance that it was the password needed to open the reactor.

In this world, there are only two people who know the password, one is him and the other is Lucius.

Bruce didn't dare to imagine what kind of torture Lucius had suffered before he could tell the password, but it would be better if he said it, and he would suffer less pain.

In his heart, the life of an old friend is far more important than the password.

After putting away the red sticky note, Batman left the residential building. In fact, what he should do most now is to go back to the Batcave to heal his wounds, and then rest for a while.

Too bad it was clear he wasn't going to do that and headed straight for the fourth spot.

.......

For the next three days, our Gotham Knights spent time in this state of running around.

During this period, there was no water, no food, and all the rest time, which added up to less than an hour.

The whole person is exhausted, constantly challenging the limits of human physiology.

It's not that Batman didn't think about resting halfway, he knew that in this state, even if he found the Joker and Graves in the end, he would never be able to catch them.

Not to mention saving Rachel and the others.

But these two thugs had completely read his mind, and whenever he was about to take a break, the things in the wooden box would force him to continue.

So far, Bruce has retrieved many of Rachel and Harvey's personal belongings from the crate.

Including but not limited to jewelry, documents, purses, ties.

There is even a set of Rachel's clothes before she disappeared, a complete set, from the inside to the outside, neatly stacked in a wooden box.

There were pools of blood on the clothes.

Even the stacks of sticky notes I received are full, and the places I have been to and the enemies I have defeated are countless.

The further back the address, the greater the number of villains and the better their equipment.

Several times, if it wasn't for his tenacious will and amazing physique, even if he was as strong as Batman, he would have almost died at the hands of these villains.

Bruce sometimes laughs at himself that he is playing a game. As the game progresses, the strength of the monsters is also gradually improving.

Fortunately, he persisted in the end. If that Graves hadn't lied on the note, this would be the last location.

Even if you have reached the limit, even if you don't know what's inside, even if you will die inside.

Bruce Wayne walked over without hesitation because he was Batman.

This is an abandoned oil refinery on the outskirts of Gotham.

A few years ago, due to the depletion of oil wells, it was abandoned. Since then, few people will choose to come to this desolate place.

On the rusty gate of the oil factory, a sentence was written with colorful spray paint.

"Love welcome, Batman Bruce Wayne!"

As if he was afraid that he would not find his way, an arrow was drawn under this sentence pointing to the depths of the factory area.

Now that the sun is about to set, there seems to be some fluorescent substance added to the spray paint, which flickers and flickers a bit weirdly.

It echoes the gloomy main body of the factory in the distance, making the whole refinery look like a dormant monster.

On the tree branch above, a group of crows howled disturbingly, as if foretelling that this operation might not go so smoothly.

Bruce ignored the mess, pushed open the old door and walked into the refinery.

Along the way, there are fluorescent arrows every few meters to help guide the direction, in case he gets lost or runs away suddenly.

After walking a few hundred meters, Bruce came to the refinery building.

A huge building made of reinforced concrete, and on the wall at the door, there is a line written in exaggerated strokes.

"Everything you want is inside, are you sure you don't want to come in and take a look?"

After carefully observing the surroundings and confirming that the other entrances were artificially blocked, Bruce walked in through the only entrance.

There is no light source in the factory building, so it is very dark. Coupled with the maze-like structure, it is easy for people to get lost in it.

But Batman doesn't have to worry, because there are fluorescent arrows guiding him all the time.

After walking forward for about a few hundred meters and turning a few turns, he came to a room deep in the factory building.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the room, the gate that had been prepared behind him suddenly fell down, trapping him inside.

At the same time, the lights on the ceiling suddenly turned on, illuminating the originally dark space brightly.

After inspection, the thickness of the gate was comparable to that of a bank vault. Unless explosives or heavy machinery were used, it would be impossible to open it with Bruce's own strength alone.

To put it bluntly, it was because his body was too tired that he lost his due vigilance.

Otherwise, how could he be trapped by such a simple trap.

The remorseful Bruce had no choice but to glance into the room.

The size of the room is not too big, more than a dozen square meters at most, and there is a TV screen hanging on each of the surrounding pure white walls, and they are all turned off now.

There is a surveillance camera on the wall, facing Batman's face, and a speaker hanging beside it.

In addition, there is a gate to other places, but it is also closed.

As he tried to find his way out, there was a harsh rustling from the speakers on the wall, and then a man's voice.

"Hey hey, can you hear me?"