The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1426 Is this the life of Batman?
In the early morning of the next day, Bruce was thrown out of Wayne Manor together with his luggage. Thomas threw it himself so that Alfred didn't stop him. Fortunately, Thomas was not too heartless. The car window, looking at Bruce standing on the side of the road and said.

"Your mother still has an old house on Bliss Avenue, where she planned to get married before she got married. Don't come back until Aisha goes to elementary school! I spent 15 billion dollars in one month... My heart aches when I see you! "

After speaking, the windows of the car were rolled up, and the car disappeared at the end of the street. Bruce was still immersed in Thomas' last sentence, and he muttered to himself like a fool: "15 billion is spent in a month. USD..."

Bruce glanced at the bag of luggage beside him, showing a disgusted expression, he walked away, came to the opposite side of the road, stopped a taxi and went to the Batcave again.

When the taxi arrived at the destination, Bruce looked at the barren scene around him, his face gradually turned cold, and he stared at the rearview mirror, but after a long while, as if he remembered something, he still took out the only cash left on him to pay. paid the fare.

Before coming to the real gate of the Batcave, Bruce said the password again. This time the gate finally opened. The Batcave was full of equipment and weapons, and Bruce walked in impatiently.

Bruce touched the bat suit, bat dart, bat communication equipment, and a bat fighter in the deepest part, and then walked to the front, picked up a set of bat suit parts and prepared to replace them.

When he took off all the heavy coats and started to put the batsuit on his body, he found that the clothes were not the right size.

The size of this bat suit is too big, and it is not that fat and thin. Obviously, this bat suit should be customized for people who are taller than him, and the leg armor cannot be buckled in the correct position at all. Le's knees can't move freely if it goes too high.

Fortunately, there are more than one kind of bat suit here. Bruce chose a suit that looked more compact, but when he put it on, he found that this suit was too thin. He had to lose weight at least. It is possible to wear it only after losing [-] kilograms.

Bruce looked at the row of bat suits in front of him and was speechless. Then he looked at the bat dart in the cabinet. The bat dart was fine and the size was moderate. The only problem was that this thing itself was not very suitable for use as a weapon.

There is no precision guidance device on the bat dart, that is to say, Batman throws this thing that does not conform to aerodynamics with almost [-]% accuracy purely by skill.

Bruce picked up a bat dart and pinched it in his hand. He tried to throw it out with strength from his wrist, but before he could let go, there was a slit under the tiger's mouth with a "swish".

He cursed in a low voice, threw the blood-stained bat dang aside, and turned to look at the firearms hanging on the wall.

There were a lot of weird guns in the weapon cabinet, which looked like they had just been dug out of the alien's grave. Bruce opened the weapon cabinet, took out one of them, and found that they were the same as bat darts , the gun is ok, it's just not ergonomic at all.

A normal human being with only two hands cannot hold the gun steady and hold the trigger with one hand, and press more than 60 buttons on the gun at the same time.

Putting the gun aside, Bruce went to look at the big weird machines, and they were fine, with new buttons and neat parts, but the problem was that none of them would turn on.

Each machine in the Batcave has more than 200 buttons on average, and none of the buttons has its duties written on it. A machine has dozens of different sockets, countless lines on the ground, and countless energy hubs on the walls. , next to all interfaces and hubs there are various switches.

This is not the jewel in the crown of human industrial civilization, but a corner abandoned by the development of modern machinery and equipment.

Today, when all modern industrial equipment is being simplified and intelligentized as much as possible, Batman resolutely chose a completely opposite development route, which can be called a primitive, natural style, and a harmonious coexistence between man and the environment. Batpunk industrial style.

There are still many rooms in the Batcave. Bruce opened the doors one by one to see, but there was nothing inside. He continued to go deeper without believing in evil, and finally saw the huge Bat fighter.

At this moment, Bruce suddenly heard movement at the door of the Batcave. He turned his head vigilantly, but saw Diana walking in. After seeing Bruce, Diana sighed and said, "Sorry, when your father got angry, Clarke and I left first, I was worried that he would scold us with us, which is very possible, he didn't seem to be in a good mood."

"I made an agreement with Clark, you will go to work with me during the day, and help him take photos at night, but the news release is a day late, he must be scolded by the boss."

"It's just right for you to be here." Diana said and flew up. Under Bruce's shocked gaze, she flew into the bat fighter, turned her head to Bruce and said, "Get on the plane, I'll take you to the base, and A lot of work is waiting for us.”

Just as Bruce was about to refuse, a burst of light covered the Bat Fighter. His eyes widened slightly. After a pause, he stepped onto the fighter and sat in the pilot's seat of the fighter.

"Fasten your seat belt, you don't need to operate, I will take you flying."

About half an hour later, Diana walked into the base with Bruce, who was throwing up, and Bruce saw the blue earth floating outside the window of the base in a trance.

"Where is this?" Bruce asked out of breath, he felt his brain was confused by Diana's violent driving skills.

"Base." Diana spread her hands and said, "The outpost where we set up protective shields for the earth is also your scientific research workstation. Hal has helped you move the equipment for the experimental projects that you said were inconvenient to carry out on the earth. Here we come, but you have to help us finish the agreed work first."

Bruce leaned against the wall and coughed hard twice. He took two deep breaths and followed Diana to the laboratory. Diana brought a large stack of materials and placed them in front of him.

When Bruce's eyes were fixed on the information, a second later, he still couldn't help shouting: "What is this?!!!"

"The blueprint of the earth shield." Diana propped her head and fiddled with the computer, without turning her head, said: "Hal has almost finished the first part, you hurry up and finish the second part, we It’s ready for construction.”

"Why..." Bruce seemed to have been scalded on his tongue, and his speech was a little unclear, but he still tried his best to suppress the excitement in his tone, and said, "I mean, I still don't understand this project. ..."

"Of course you don't understand. Your filter on Schiller is too heavy." Diana still didn't look back, and said while typing: "We must get a protective shield for the earth to protect our universe."

"Give the earth a shield to protect the universe?"

"Otherwise, can it still be to protect the earth?" Diana was still typing, and said: "Of course, in a sense, protecting the earth is also protecting the universe, and a protective cover can solve the two problems." Questions, stop asking, get to work."

"I……"

Bruce stared blankly at the design drawing in front of him. It was a design drawing, but there was no picture at all. It was data, but there was no count at all. There were only a group of indescribable ghost symbols dancing hand in hand.

Suddenly a figure with green light appeared, and the dusty Hal sat down at the table, poured down a glass of water, looked at Bruce and said, "You're here? How about the second part?"

"I don't know, but can you tell me what this is?" Bruce asked, pointing to a word on the design drawing. It is not difficult to see that its style of painting is different from other symbols. Bruce does not remember that humans have such a mathematical symbol. symbol.

"Oh, isn't this the symbol of the emotional spectrum you designed? You wanted to tell me at the time, but I didn't pay attention at all, but you didn't care, just say you can understand it yourself, finish it quickly, let's go drink Cup of coffee."

After Hal finished speaking, he dozed off on the table, and Bruce began to dig through the documents. After a while, he finally couldn't take it anymore. He lifted up all the papers, and then beat the table vigorously. Say, "Why would I do this?! Why would Batman do this?!"

"Shouldn't it be to use the equipment costing hundreds of millions of dollars to fight those little bastards, and then enjoy life with the money that the Wayne Group can't spend? Shouldn't it be to make Gotham better?!"

"Bruce!" Diana yelled.

"I'm not Bruce!" Bruce growled.

"I know, but listen to me..."

Bruce froze, his face distorted for a moment, and just about to say "you are all kidding me", Diana shrugged and said indifferently: "Bruce is just a code name, maybe you are not Bruce, But you're all Batman anyway."

"As long as you are Batman, you can do this job. Don't dawdle, hurry up and leave. You have to help Clark make up photos at night."

Hal also waved his hand and said, "Dude, I don't care which world Batman you are from, you are all super geniuses anyway, isn't that pile of blueprints in your hand made by Batman in about an hour? Believe it Me, as long as this thing is built, it will be good for us."

Bruce instinctively looked down at the thick stack of documents, with an expression of anger and embarrassment on his face, but Diana showed a curious look and said, "Isn't it possible that you are not as good as other Batmans?" Can you?"

Hal stood up and said, "Well, we've only seen two Batmen in total, one younger and one older, and they relayed the first part of the project."

"But we really can't use this to infer that every Batman has such a super high IQ." Hal shook his head and said, "You know, there are not enough samples, and it is possible that you don't understand these things."

Diana sighed helplessly and said, "Okay, okay, it seems that our work will be postponed again."

She jumped off the tall bar chair, walked up to Bruce and patted his face and said.

"Fortunately, you still have a pretty face. Let's go. I'll take you back. Those little girls who booked the viewing platform a long time ago are still waiting for you to show up on time."

(End of this chapter)