Chapter 53 Stealing is not a good habit

A raptor breaks into the dark forest called Gotham.

Bruce Wayne wants to know the identity of the other party.

But the key is pressed.

The screen displayed the words "No Information" in bright red.

In front of the hundreds of inches of computer screen, Bruce frowned.

"No criminal record, no driver's license, no consumption record, no entry record..."

Either this person has lived in the virgin forest since birth, or it is just like him, it is also a fake face.

…

Walking on the crowded streets of Gotham under an umbrella, David touched his face.

With his extraordinary eyesight, he saw the pinhole camera on Batman's chest, but ignored it.

The face is a real face.

However, it has been slightly adjusted compared to the original.

"There are about forty muscles in the human face, divided into expressive muscles and masseter muscles."

Facial muscles, blood vessels and nerves are wrapped around cartilage and bones, and smooth skin is attached to the muscles. These tissues are interconnected and interact with each other to make various movements and expressions.

"Few of them can be controlled by people. Talented performers can control more facial muscles, making their faces slightly stiff and slightly different, and imitating others, but they cannot control everything. .”

It is impossible for ordinary people to do this kind of thing. He happens to be not an ordinary person, not even an earthling.

Thanos's Eternal mutant physique gives him the ability to accurately and freely control the muscles of his body, which can be used to practice fighting, control strength, and also be used to change the appearance of his face.

"Thanos should have never used this ability.

First, the dark overlord may not bother to hide himself, and there are better ways to hide, such as magic and technology.

It's useless even to hide his two to three meter tall body and unique purple sweet potato head. "

Passing by the street, I caught a glimpse of a set of high-voltage electricity.

David thought about Avery coming to Gotham.

As the future Superman, he did not believe that Clark would lose his powers easily.

Moreover, superhuman abilities come from genes, from his name Clark Kent, which may not be that easy to capture.

"Catching Avery and reenacting the accident may return the ability to Clark, which is kryptonite to enhance the current."

If that doesn't work, you can try to trigger thunder on a rainy day.

But the prerequisite for all this is to find Avery in Gotham and bring him back.

There was thought in his eyes.

"First go find two local gangsters and ask about the latest news in Gotham?"

Bang!

Not far ahead, a hurried figure bumped into a strutting lady wearing a designer bag.

"Feel sorry."

The girl with beautiful brown hair walked in a hurry, as if she was in a hurry. She lowered her head and said sorry, then turned around and disappeared around the corner.

The lady cursed a few times and moved on without taking it seriously.

David raised his eyebrows, but noticed that the sapphire ring on the man's hand was missing.

It is not unusual to encounter a robbery first, and then encounter theft before walking out of the street. After all, this is Gotham, a city with simple folk customs.

But the moment they collided head-on, they stole the ring from someone else's hand without anyone noticing. This stealing technique was somewhat unusual.

He looked slightly surprised.

As a thief, it is difficult not to deal with all kinds of religions, especially if you have some special channels to sell stolen goods, which makes you a local snake.

"A good person to find out."

…

"Master, I don't know if you still remember that above this cave is Wayne Manor."

The old man with gray hair and meticulously dressed in a housekeeper's uniform, with years of vicissitudes and wisdom in his eyes, walked slowly over with a cup of iced coffee on a bright silver tray.

"Of course, Afu."

After taking the coffee, Bruce Wayne took a sip and continued to operate the computer.

"How could I forget such a simple thing."

"But since you came back, you've been hiding in this bat cave, and you haven't been to the manor just a few steps away."

Helplessness flashed across Alfred's eyes.

"I have many things on my mind, Afu.

Lots of pressing matters. "

Computer intrusion downloaded the money withdrawal records of Gotham National Bank, trying to find some clues from it. The results showed that the card from which the money was withdrawn belonged to a small gang leader in Gotham, and that leader had been dead for more than a year.

Bruce Wayne frowned.

After looking at the death file, the neck bone was broken and the body was found in the gang's temporary home, along with a dozen gang members who died.

Some died from brain injuries.

"Hyena gang?

Several members survived but became vegetative. "

At the same time, dozens of gangsters in Gotham died of severe brain injuries, and seven or eight suffered brain damage and became vegetative.

Apart from that, nothing else can be found, and the clues at hand seem to be broken.

"Master, I know how you feel.

But you are too impatient and I am a little worried. "

Looking at the young master who looked vaguely unhappy, Ah Fu bowed slightly and made some suggestions.

"In 1840, your ancestor Solomon Wayne invested in the establishment of Gotham's current series of industrial and commercial districts, and Gotham's prosperity came from this.

But you know, these are not done in a day. "

"Rome couldn't be built in a day, I know that, Afu."

Rubbing his temples, Bruce Wayne confided his heart to the old man who single-handedly raised him.

"Having been through a near-death experience and undergoing hellish training that would drive many people crazy, I thought I was ready.

But when I returned to Gotham, I realized I was lacking a lot. "

"Infiltration, sabotage, and assassination are very different from infiltration, investigation, and protection."

He stood up and walked to the workbench, polishing his Batarang with a tool, sparks flying in his pupils.

"Afu, I have advanced technology and powerful weapons, but there are some things that technology cannot replace.

I need to be more precise, stronger, faster..."

Like a bat in the dark night, it comes and goes without a trace, hunting its prey with precision, hitting the target with one strike, being cold and efficient, never making mistakes!

"I must interrupt you, Master."

Ah Fu shook his head.

"I don't know how long it will take you to do that, but you'd better protect what you have first."

"What do you mean?" He stopped and turned his head with a look of doubt on his face.

"If you continue like this, your top-secret technology and powerful weapons from Wayne's technology research and development department may be lost to you."

Ah Fu didn't want to see the child he watched grow up push himself so hard and not give himself any breathing space for the sake of the city.

"No more cool and advanced Batmobiles and Batsuits for you to mess around with."

And there are indeed more pressing matters now.

Bruce Wayne had an inquiring look in his eyes.

"William Earl has been managing and controlling your family business for so many years. After you disappeared, some of his behaviors gradually became abnormal.

Most recently, as chairman of the board, he was lobbying directors to take your family business, Wayne Group, public. "

Listening to Afu's story, Bruce Wayne's face darkened.

For ordinary companies, going public may bring various benefits, but for Wayne Group, which has coexisted with Gotham for nearly two hundred years, those benefits are not worth mentioning.

The only thing is that after the company goes public, it will be easy to change the shares, such as diluting the shares of a guy named Wayne who has been missing for several years and kicking him off the board of directors of Wayne Group.

"You're right, Afu.

Maybe it's time to let Gotham know that the Son of Wayne is back. "

The sharp batarang flew more than ten meters and accurately hit the bullseye. His eyes were focused and he said slowly.

…

There are many twists and turns, on the ground paved with bricks and stones, in deserted streets and alleys.

Wearing black tight jeans and a blue striped women's shirt, the young girl has loose brown hair covering her fair, swan-like neck, and her bright and clever eyes like gems are hidden behind rustic square-framed glasses.

She looks like a female student in college who is immersed in her studies all day long and has no social connections. No one will be wary of such a nerd.

She stuffed the wallet she had stolen into her shoulder bag, put the jewelry on her hands, and admired the sapphire ring she had just stolen with bright eyes.

"The quality of a standard star blue sapphire is enough to rank among the top ten in my collection."

Pushing up her glasses, Selena's eyes flashed with joy.

Today seemed to be her lucky day. While walking on the street, she unexpectedly came across a beautiful sapphire ring.

"Stealing is not a good habit."

A young and magnetic voice came from behind without any warning.

She immediately hid the ring like a frightened cat and turned around to look.

"who?"

[Nervousness from Selina Kyle +18...]