The Richest Man in the DC World

After waiting for a full twenty minutes, the host did not receive the positioning signal from the police armor.

In other words, the security system has been completely cracked.

The other party actually broke through the core program written by Luke himself in such a short time?

Barry Allen said, "The last time the power armor was robbed of the Owl Court in Gotham City, will it also be them this time."

"No, the Owl Court has disappeared."

Linda said solemnly, "This time it's a more dangerous guy."

"His goal is Tesla, just wait, it won't be long before there will be big trouble."

The train robbery cannot be concealed at all. It didn't take long for it to become a hot news in the major media. The terrorist attack five days ago has not ended, and this is happening again now.

The leak in the room happened even in the night rain, and I couldn't hide it.

In Gotham City, when night fell, a beam of light appeared over the city. The beam of light reflected the dark clouds, revealing the reflection of the bat.

Jim Gordon paced back and forth on the roof, frowning, looking eager.

The night breeze howled, a dark shadow appeared silently behind him,

"No news yet?"

Jim exhaled, "You finally came, why are you so slow this time."

"I tested something."

Bruce brought out something similar to a drive shaft.

"what is this?"

"The receiver under the core panel is made of special materials, and only Tesla in the world can produce it."

Jim frowned, "You suspect Tesla is the hidden supplier."

Bruce did not answer, and looked at the city government building not far away. The broken building could vaguely see the traces of the battle. A few days ago, it was attacked by unidentified militants. Those people wore power armor and attacked the building like crazy. , Indirectly caused dozens of deaths.

This incident was extremely bad. It not only cast a shadow on Gotham City, but also sounded the alarm for the thriving Tesla.

The performance of the power armor is beyond doubt. The police wear it to fight the evil forces, but once it falls into the hands of criminals, the consequences are hard to estimate.

It is like Pandora's box, once opened, there are endless troubles.

Jim hesitated,

"With Tesla's status quo, this kind of thing should not be done, will there be any conspiracy."

When the words fell, there was no response, Jim turned his head and looked, Batman had disappeared, and there was an extra folder on the ground.

Jim opened the folder and saw the contents inside, his face suddenly changed.

"Is it possible that it is him."

…

In the dark, a dark shadow galloped over Gotham City, passing through the densely packed buildings, and reaching the playground in the suburbs.

It was late at night, but the playground was brightly lit.

The sound of ticking music sounded, and the Trojan horse began to beat, circle after circle.

Bruce stood in front of the wooden horse and waited quietly. I don't know how long it had passed, when footsteps sounded in his ears. Thalia, in a black tights, appeared in shape, playing with a dagger in his hand, with deep anticipation in his eyes.

"I thought you were not coming."

Bruce asked hoarsely without turning his head.

"The terrorist who attacked the city government is yours?"

"Not bad."

Thalia did not hesitate and gave the answer Bruce wanted.

"Why? Why do you want to do this?"

Thalia spreads out,

"We are assassins, we take money to do things without asking why."

"Whose money?"

Thalia smiled, walked to Bruce, wrapped his hands around his neck, the buttons on his chest collapsed automatically, revealing an unusually full chest.

At this time, Thalia was as seductive as the goddess Venus. She breathed out softly and whispered in Bruce's ear.

"Please give me the answer."

Bruce: "..."

The following scene cannot be described in words. In short, after unremitting efforts, Bruce, with his legs a little soft, finally got the information he wanted.

Thalia, wrapped in sheets, leaned on the sofa with a lazy breath in her eyes. Seeing Bruce was leaving, she couldn't help saying,

"You want revenge?"

"They have to pay the price."

Thalia put down the wine glass, "You'd better give up this idea. The purpose of the Owl Council is to avenge the people in the Owl Court who died in the underground labyrinth. It's just a routine and no follow-up action."

"What if I must have revenge?"

Thalia sighed.

"The Owl Council and the Assassin Alliance have had a cooperative relationship for nearly a hundred years, and they are very important partners. If you want to deal with them, my father will definitely take action."

"Bruce, I'm saving you."

Bruce was silent, as if thinking about gains and losses.

Thalia walked up and hugged him hard. "The Owl Council is headquartered in Europe, with members from all walks of life. There are politicians, soldiers, police, and wealthy people. There are people everywhere. Only force cannot solve the problem."

Bruce whispered,

"Who provided those power armors?"

"I knew it, you would definitely ask this question."

After all, I returned to the sofa and poured two glasses of red wine, "However, I can't tell you."

"why?"

"I'm doing it for your own good, Bruce, you are the hero of Gotham City. It is enough to protect the city. Don't worry about the outside affairs."

Thalia took the wine glass and handed it over.

"Let's stop here, don't check it anymore."

Bruce took the wine glass and poured his head up into his stomach.

"Let me ask one last question: Which partners do you cooperate with in the U.S.?"

Talia was helpless, the other's eyes made her unable to refuse, so she could only dip a drink and write a person's name on the table.

"Thanks a lot."

After getting the answer he wanted, Bruce turned and left.

Two days later, late at night, in a private villa in Washington, DC.

A ghost appeared silently in the back garden. After hitting four security guards one after another, Bruce, who turned into an assassin, came to the second floor of the villa and found Andrew Varnes, who was battling his lover.

Andrew Varnes, now forty-nine, graduated from the West Point Military Academy, participated in many wars, after retiring, served as an Arizona State Senator and currently a senior consultant for the studio CIA.

For some reason, he became a liaison between the U.S. senior officials and the Assassin Alliance, and he took care of many things that were not convenient for public disclosure.

Bruce stuns the woman on the bed and pulls up the panicked Andrew.

"Who are you and what are you going to do?"

His response was punch after punch,

Bang bang bang! !

Iron fists attacked one after another, landing on the stomach, bridge of the nose, side chest and other parts that are prone to pain. After a beating, Andrew fell to the ground with convulsions, his face twisted, and he looked extremely painful.

Bruce grabbed his neck and brought it to him, staring at him viciously.

"I ask, you answer."