Chapter 57 What is he afraid of?

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During this period of time, David's progress in fusion templates had hardly fallen behind.

Bruce Wayne thinks about things related to him from time to time, and his emotions are mostly doubts, doubts, and worries...

"From morning to night, rarely stopping."

One of Batman's biggest character traits is his suspicion. Even among his friends, if he thinks there is a threat or the possibility of losing control, he will secretly prepare a plan to deal with it.

However, the most valuable thing about this person is that he does not have double standards and treats himself as he treats others, or even more cruelly.

The plan he prepared to prevent himself from losing control was to have his parents dig up his graves and attack him when he was angry and losing his mind.

"It's better to deal with Avery quickly and return to the town."

Compared to Batman, David is more willing to gain emotional points from Clark, even if Clark is more holy than Batman.

Mary's message was very concise, with no photos, only handwritten text.

It is not difficult to understand that gang leaders like Falcone and Black Mask are generally not easily photographed, and being photographed means there is an opportunity for shooting.

“Roma’s Carmine Falcone has suffered a suspected mysterious injury in recent days.

There were bandages on his hands, and he wore a rare suit and scarf around his neck, as if to cover up the bruises on his neck. "

David narrowed his eyes when he saw this news.

No need to look at the rest, Avery should have found the Romans.

Bruce Wayne and others were dining and chatting. Others talked about the recent vigilantes in Gotham. He pointed to his head frivolously and commented disdainfully.

"The guy who dressed himself as a bat may have something wrong with his mind."

"He must not have much to enjoy in his life, otherwise he wouldn't have enough time to compete with police officers for jobs."

The restaurant manager came over with a mustache and a slightly arrogant attitude: "Sir, please look at your female companion. The pool in the restaurant is for decoration. You are not allowed to swim in it."

A playboy with no money, except that he can drive expensive sports cars and pick up female models, but he doesn't know any etiquette.

Bruce Wayne looked back. The two models he brought stripped down to their underwear and jumped into the pool decorated in the restaurant. They were playing like two mermaids, splashing water on each other as if no one was watching. This was impolite behavior. , has attracted the attention of some people.

"I'm going to ask you to leave."

"I'm sorry, they just have a more bold personality."

Bruce Wayne smiled apologetically, took out his checkbook from his arms and began to sign.

"Sir, no matter how much you tip me, it won't matter."

One zero, two zeros... After casually drawing a string of zeros like graffiti, Bruce Wayne stood up and nonchalantly stuffed an astronomical check into the manager's chest like a piece of waste paper.

"I'm going to buy this restaurant."

"New regulations, from now on swimming in the pool is allowed."

Ignoring the stunned manager and the other people at the table, Bruce Wayne winked at them and jumped into the swimming pool together to play with the two models as if no one was around.

In the pool, Bruce Wayne, who was deliberately letting himself go to create a playboy persona, suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure, and he froze in place.

But the two models were not stunned and splashed water on his face while laughing.

Wow!

With water all over his head and his hair sticking to his face, Batman wiped his face, and the frivolous smile he re-acted was a little stiff.

Batman's embarrassing situation is not common. David, who was sitting behind the dining table on the shore, retracted his interested gaze, and he and Catwoman got up and left after finishing their meal.

"Bruce, you look so handsome today.

Let’s go buy some restaurants elsewhere! "

In the pool, the two models were still laughing.

He nodded stiffly in response.

…

"Have you found your target?"

Selina, who was wearing a black dress, asked as she walked out of the restaurant.

David nodded.

As expected, as soon as Avery came to Gotham, he found Roman Carmine Falcone, one of the biggest gang bosses.

"Falcone is nicknamed "Roman" and is known for his ruthless character. The gang he runs is called the Roman Empire. He is almost the largest gang leader in Gotham today. He has relationships with Gotham's city councilors and high-level police officials. relation."

Generally no one would dare to attack a person of his status. Once attacked, he must be prepared to kill him, otherwise he would be brutally retaliated against.

But Falcone was injured and even had embarrassing bruises on his neck, but the other party did not kill him, indicating that he was not afraid of his revenge at all.

"So, our deal is done?"

David knew that what she actually wanted to ask was where was her heart-shaped grass?

"I will bring it to you next time I come to Gotham."

"next time?"

Catwoman's eyes widened as she couldn't believe what she heard.

"Beautiful lady, don't you know that flowers and plants have their seasons?"

David smiled and suddenly glanced behind Catwoman suspiciously.

"what is that?"

"What?"

Caught off guard, Catwoman turned her head to look in confusion, and then turned her head again. There was no one in front of her, and the street was empty of David.

She instantly realized what had happened and that she had been deceived.

Selina's lungs felt like they were exploding with anger, and she gritted her teeth like a beautiful and angry black cat.

"Don't let me see you again, you..."

After a moment of anger, Catwoman suddenly realized that from yesterday to now, she still didn't know the man's name.

Oh, she's a little crazy.

Seeing that she was wearing a beautiful dress, her manners did not look like she was from the upper class, and she was in front of one of the most expensive restaurants in Gotham. Several passers-by secretly shook their heads, thinking that she was another poor girl who was dumped by the young man after he was done with her.

"Miss?" Someone wanted to come up and strike up a conversation.

"roll!"

…

It was dark at night, and there was an old manor on the outskirts of Gotham. In the manor, there were cold-looking gangster killers walking around with muscular and aggressive dogs, and they were constantly patrolling.

This is the gang headquarters of Gotham's largest gang leader, Roman.

Tight security and defense, even better than a prison.

David, wearing a crisp suit, appeared outside the manor.

"Sometimes even though it's a child's trick, people still fall for it."

As for the heart-shaped grass...

In the next universe, he really doesn't have it.

But Catwoman was not at a loss, at least she had an expensive meal at a restaurant she had always wanted to visit.

…

Inside the manor.

The luxurious master bedroom, which originally belonged to a Roman, was occupied by someone, and there were some melancholy sounds coming from inside.

Exit the bedroom that originally belonged to him.

Falcone's face was as gloomy as water. This man who has always played an important role in the Gotham underworld and is like the godfather of the underworld has simple and sharp short gray hair and a cold and calm face.

Seeing him coming out, someone immediately came up to him and wanted to say something excitedly.

He shook his head calmly, stopping the man from speaking.

"too close."

Come to another castle.

"Did you find it?"

"Boss.

His name is Avery Reagan, a middle school student in the metropolitan town of Smallville. "The people under my command reported.

"middle School student?"

Hearing this, Falcone touched his neck with an ugly expression.

Some time ago, someone suddenly broke into his manor, ignored all the guns, appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye, grabbed his neck with one hand, lifted him up, and threatened him to surrender, otherwise he would break his neck. neck.

“A middle school kid almost choked me to death.”

Before the threat of death, everyone was equal, so he had to surrender in embarrassment and survive.

Even though the past few days were short, they brought him deep humiliation. His gang became that boy's tool for fun and enjoyment, and he became a slave that the boy ordered around.

"Our people have been placed around his parents. As long as you give an order, we can capture them at any time and use them as bargaining chips."

"Wait a minute, it's not the time."

Falcone shook his head with fear in his eyes.

That boy's skin could easily withstand submachine gun bullets, and his speed was faster than the sound. He looked like a monster, not an ordinary person he had dealt with before. He had to admit, this made him a little scared.

Young boys are often the most difficult to control in the underworld. They are often bold and daring, as if they have no fear at all, and they act without scruples. They can even do anything in the heat of the moment.

"Threatening his parents may not work. It can only be used as a trump card for the time being."

Even though he was over 50 years old, he still didn't want to risk his life.

"But when?"

the gang boss' henchman couldn't help but ask.

"What is he afraid of?"

Inside the room, Falcone frowned and murmured.

"What?" Confidant was confused.

"That kid has big concerns." Falcone said with certainty.

"I passed various temptations several times, such as asking him to unify Gotham's underworld with his monster ability, but he seemed to be afraid of something, and he didn't agree. He only said that he wanted me to raise assets and recruit people to follow his orders. .”

"But, what can make him afraid of someone with that kind of ability?" He frowned.

If you can figure this out, things will be really safe.

In the house, the Gotham gang godfather and a few of his men were wondering.

Bang!

The window glass exploded with a bang, fragments flew everywhere, and a cold figure suddenly flew through the window like a cannonball!

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