Chapter 522 Batman discovers the murderer of his father!
After hanging up the phone from Bruce, Peter took Azu and Clark and rushed to Gotham together.
Two hours ago.
Gotham.
The rooftop of the office building.
Bruce is talking to Gordon.
Standing on the rooftop blown by the cold wind, Gordon wrapped his windbreaker tightly.
Bruce Wayne, as Batman, stood behind the other party. He held a photo of a girl in his hand and asked, "Olivia, right, what is this girl's name?"
Gordon turned around and handed him the information in his hand.
"I can help you with this matter, but the situation is not optimistic."
The two were discussing a kidnapping case, and the kidnapped girl was the girl in the photo in Bruce's hand.
Gordon watched Batman open the information envelope and said to him: "The hospital's surveillance this morning showed that this girl's uncle had been to the hospital, but that was not her uncle. I identified the guy's true face."
"Ray Quimby was wanted for helping a prisoner I arrested ten years ago. We need to find him, otherwise this kidnapped girl doesn't know what will happen to her."
Looking at the girl in the photo, Bruce frowned.
For some reason, when he heard the name Ray Quimby, he suddenly felt uneasy.
"Do you have any clues about Ray Quimby?"
Gordon's expression became serious and he said to Bruce: "Yes, he should be somewhere in the industrial park."
He took out the cigarette and was about to take a few puffs when the voice of his subordinate suddenly came from the intercom, "Chief, I found a suspect here who is suspected of being Ray Quimby. He just took his child into the old Taylor Street." Export Warehouse.”
"I know, call for backup, I'll rush over right now, do you hear me? Police car No. 241!"
After speaking to the walkie-talkie, Gordon turned to speak to Batman.
As a result, he discovered that Batman, who had been standing behind him, was nowhere to be seen.
He looked towards the dark night in the distance, trying to catch Batman's figure, but in the end he found nothing.
With a "boom" sound, he spread his bat wings and jumped to the ground. Batman drove the Batmobile and rushed towards the streets of Old Taylor.
While monitoring the police communication channel, he rushed towards the industrial park as fast as possible.
"Hopefully she's still alive."
Bruce whispered as he drove the Batmobile again.
Soon he drove the Batmobile to Old Taylor Street in the industrial park.
After speeding around the street, he discovered the 241 police car parked at an alley.
The door of the police car was open, and the police car flashed with dazzling red lights, but he did not see the police officer.
A smell of death that was extremely familiar to him entered his nose.
other side.
Gordon also quickly arrived on the scene.
Gordon, who was driving a police car, asked the dispatch station: "Dispatch center, I am the detective. Isn't No. 241 waiting for support at the Taylor Street exit?"
He patrolled around the exit and did not find the location of police car No. 241.
"Zi!"
Words came from the dispatch center that shocked Gordon, "Detective, Officer Bradley from police car 241 is not on duty today."
"What?"
Gordon was shocked and immediately said to the dispatch center: "Send support to Taylor Street immediately, do you understand?"
"receive."
After hanging up the radio, Gordon accelerated and drove forward.
It was obvious that the other party had set a trap to deal with Batman.
I just hope Batman doesn't fall into the other party's trap.
At the entrance of an alley, Gordon spotted police car 241.
After getting out of the car, he came to the police car, which was covered with a black cloth stained with blood.
Frowning, he took a deep breath and lifted the black cloth.
"Wow!"
at the same time.
On the top floor of the Taylor Street warehouse, Batman, who was looking for traces of the stench, unexpectedly discovered a body.
Crouching down, Batman inspected the body with its throat slit.
He quickly confirmed that the other party was the Quimby he was looking for.
He stretched out his fingers and touched the blood lightly to confirm that the blood had not condensed yet and that the other party's death should not last long.
Staring at Quimby's body, Bruce's frown deepened.
Why do I always feel that this guy looks familiar to me.
After a while, Bruce, under the mask of pitch-black night, made a deep voice, "I'm pretty sure that the smell of corpses that floods here does not come from Quimby. I hear more of the smell of death and decay."
As he searched the different rooms in the warehouse, he called around, "Olivia, are you there?"
Bruce searched for Olivia while thinking about what just happened.
Just now he lifted the black cloth and saw the police officer's body.
That was the body of a police officer who had been dead for more than twelve hours. It was obvious that someone had just pretended to be a police officer and called Gordon.
This is not a conspiracy against Gordon, but against himself.
With a "bang" sound, a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness and attacked him.
The agile and silent shadow appeared behind Bruce and struck him in the waist with an elbow.
Bruce, who didn't react in time, was knocked back by an elbow.
He let out a muffled grunt, reacted immediately, and struck the opponent with his backhand.
The cloak whizzed by, and Bruce turned around and swung his fist, hitting the opponent's arm with a punch, knocking him back.
With a "boom", the black shadow hit the wall, making a dull sound.
After repelling the opponent, Bruce saw the opponent's appearance through the thin moonlight.
The other party is as terrifying as a sutured mummy.
It looks like you are wearing flesh on your face, the skin is wrinkled and sewn together.
Bruce frowned and asked the other party: "Who are you? Where is Olivia?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of wind behind him.
Bruce immediately dodged and while retreating, he was shocked to see the second guy suturing the skin appear.
"Who the hell are you?"
Bruce asked the other party warily.
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The first guy who was knocked away by Bruce stood up and said to him: "The infamous Batman, the 'Caped Crusader' of Gotham City, is really an extraordinary collection. We are all the puppet master's subordinates." , the purpose is to capture you and use you as our collection.”
"Puppet Master?"
Bruce frowned when he heard the name.
He had heard of this guy's name and had learned from Gordon that such a villain existed in Gotham City.
According to Gordon, the puppeteer's original name was Patton.
The other party's father is a pervert. The puppeteer has watched his father capture innocent people, dismember them and reassemble them since he was a child.
Gordon, who had not yet become the chief and was just a young police officer, shot Barton's father to death.
Barton disappeared for several years after his father's death, only to reappear claiming to be a puppet master and wearing parts of his face that came from his late father.
There are even horrific legends about him among Gotham City gangsters, such as the puppet master who dismembered humans and then combined them into monsters, and used medical skills to transform humans.
"Bang!"
The guy wielding a sledgehammer attacks Bruce.
Bruce waved his cape, jumped into the air, and swung the batarang to stab the opponent.
Facing the attack from behind, he used a backhand hook to hit the opponent's shoulder.
"Bang!"
Bruce knocked the opponent back hard and prepared to continue attacking. Unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly smiled and threw a bomb at him.
There was a loud bang, and Bruce was blasted out of the room.
Bruce, who was shaken out of the room, endured the pain and fired his hook gun amid the flying building materials.
"Wow!"
The rope shot from the hook gun came as fast as the wind and entangled the pillars of the wall.
The black hook gun thread with a metallic luster wrapped around the pillar and pulled him into the building.
Bruce, who returned to the warehouse, pounced directly on the puppet master's two men.
The two people who didn't expect Bruce to return were caught off guard, received two punches, and fell heavily to the ground.
After dealing with the two of them, Bruce checked the wounds, lowered his body and grabbed one of the guys and asked, "Where is Olivia?"
The groaning man with a terrifying appearance told Bruce the location of Olivia, who had been kidnapped by them.
"Why did you kidnap her?!"
Bruce slammed the opponent's head to the ground and asked sharply.
"It's the puppet master. Olivia's uncle runs a trucking company. The puppet master wants to kidnap Olivia to make him agree to sell his company. He knows that you are also investigating this matter, so let him We’ll kill you here”
Bruce's brows furrowed even more when he heard what the other party said.
After knocking the opponent unconscious with one punch, he called Gordon to deal with it.
Ten minutes later.
According to the location provided by the puppet master, Bruce found the kidnapped Olivia in an abandoned building.
Fortunately the other person is still alive.
Although the matter has been resolved, Bruce, who is feeling a little uneasy in his heart, uses Gordon to get Uncle Olivia's home address.
Half an hour later, he opened the door and entered an apartment.
The apartment was dark, with only the cold wind blowing in through the windows.
The room was very warmly decorated. Bruce walked to the wall of the living room and glanced at the photo wall on the wall.
It was just a casual glance, but he felt like he was struck by lightning.
Bruce looked at an old photo on the wall in shock and disbelief.
It was a picture of a young white man facing the camera.
There was nothing special about the photo, but that face was one he couldn't forget.
The face of the murderer who killed his parents!
Suddenly, I came to the crime alley that night again.
That night, I went with my parents to the Park Street Theater near Crime Alley to watch a movie.
The parents were then shot to death by a mugger in an alley.
My young self witnessed all this with my own eyes.
High and low, falling and rising, heaven and hell materialized before his eyes.
Countless things are falling, falling autumn leaves, snow flakes, bullet casings, parents' shouts, sparks, pearls.
I lost the most precious thing that night.
It can no longer be made up for, and it will not be completely forgotten until your soul is completely at rest.
