The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 162 Gotham Avengers
Last night, just as it was getting dark, Batman was standing on the top of Gotham Cathedral's clock tower, looking down the dark alleyway under his feet.

The rain in Gotham, the umbrellas in Viking Umbrella Shop, the court of owls, the gunshots in the dark alleys, the scattered pearl necklaces...

Batman closed his eyes, and everything began to form a thread in his mind, but there were still many vague details that required him to investigate and explore.

In the end, he still focused on that Louis who paid for murder.

On the top of the church bell tower, a black figure jumped down, like a real bat, passing through countless dark alleys, and landed on the window of the attic of a building amidst the flashes of light and shadow.

Looking down from the skylight, the old Louis was slumped in a chair, unable to move at all, and could only rely on the garbage piled around him to eke out a living.

When Batman entered the room, he didn't react at all. His eyes were blind and his ears were deaf. He didn't know that an uninvited guest had broken in.

It's a pity that Batman didn't get any clues from him. Louis is too old. Not only is he suffering from Alzheimer's disease, but he is also very ill. He probably won't live for more than a month. It's impossible for Batman to ask questions from such a person. Anything, this attic has long been turned into a dump by him, and nothing useful can be found.

Batman had no choice but to change his target, and he came to the old house of the Edward family.

The Edward family used to be one of the four major families in the East District, as famous as the Coppert family, but their family did not decline like the Coppert family, mainly because they had a pier in their hands, and with the pier as a guarantee, their ability to resist risks was incomparable. How high are the other families?

However, they still failed to escape the responsibility of the godfather. Old Edward was dead, and little Edward did not know where he was taken by the godfather. Now the entire old house is taken over by the Falcone family. However, Falcone did not He didn't pay attention to this, so Batman entered the mansion with little hindrance.

Edward's old house was pitch black, without any lights, but Batman couldn't help it. After a careful search, Batman finally found what he wanted, which was an umbrella with the Viking emblem.

In his office at Arkham Asylum, Batman places both parts on the table at the same time, then points to them and says to Schiller, "Look here, same burn marks, the damage to your umbrella was no accident."

Schiller narrowed his eyes, and he realized that Batman was right, the two parts were damaged in exactly the same way, the threads were burned.

It stands to reason that umbrellas are not firearms or shells. Even if Gotham fights small wars every day, the chances of umbrellas going to the battlefield are about zero. Therefore, the most likely way of damage to umbrellas is that the umbrella bones are broken, and parts are loose or fall off.

But it is absolutely impossible that a small part of the umbrella rib was burned, causing the whole umbrella to break.

Since Schiller didn't know much about this aspect, when the back half of one of the umbrella ribs was cut off, he thought it was just a problem with the connection part, just like ordinary umbrella damage.

But now that I think about it, although it rains every day in Gotham, it is not very windy. The parts at the joint of the umbrella ribs are not so stressed, but it is still completely broken.

Now, the truth is before his eyes. The same umbrella produced by the same umbrella maker has the same damage method in the same part. This can only explain one problem-everything is premeditated.

"The Court of Owls is more evil than we imagined." Batman's voice was very low, he said: "They didn't want to keep any survivors, everyone in Gotham, whether they didn't buy an umbrella, or bought it." When it comes to umbrellas, there is only one end in the end..."

"And you should have thought of a fact." Schiller looked into Batman's eyes and said, "Old Edward's umbrella is broken, so they are crazy, and no one can say that they paid for murder, not theirs." Caused by madness."

Batman was silent, he thought of this question from the moment he got the umbrella, Schiller continued to say to him: "Obviously, you have a new goal, but this goal is also revenge, yes ?"

"Why go after one if you can make them all pay?" Batman murmured softly.

"So you plan to investigate together with Evans and Copperpot?"

"It's them who want to join forces with me."

"You and Coppert, I can understand..." Gordon looked at Batman and said, "After all, you two may have relatives killed, what about Evans? What reason does little Falcone get involved in this kind of thing?" Come?"

"According to him, the death of his own brother, Alberto Falcone, is inseparable from the Court of Owls."

Hearing this, Gordon was stunned. He recalled a moment and said, "Alberto Falcone? This name is familiar. I seem to have heard Harvey say it..."

Then he shook his head again and said: "It seems that everyone keeps secret about the eldest son of the old godfather. Bullock just mentioned something to me. I asked him, but he didn't answer."

"Brock told me that this is a name that the old godfather is reluctant to mention, and probably because of this, no one else dares to mention him."

"It's a little strange to think about it this way." Gordon said rather puzzled: "Ten years ago, the Falcone family was even more powerful than it is now, and the heirs at that time should be better protected. People dare to touch him..."

"Except for the Court of Owls."

"What are you going to do?"

"We formed a tentative alliance to investigate this mysterious organization from different classes in Gotham."

Batman's tone finally changed slightly, and he could hear his helplessness: "When I started to investigate, I realized that they hid too deeply, even with my strength, I searched through the whole brother... Tan Shi did not find any useful clues either.

Both Schiller and Gordon knew that he was referring to the power of the Wayne Group. With the size of the Wayne Group in Gotham, they couldn't find any organization with all their strength, which shows how deep the Owl Court hides.

"So I have to rely on the power of some other people." Batman explained: "Coppert is a criminal, but if he kills someone from the Owl Court, then I am willing to join forces with him temporarily. I know very well, or some details are hidden in these dark corners."

"The Falconer family has ruled Gotham's underground world for so many years. Every gang member is their eyeliner. Evans may also be able to dig out different clues."

"When we work together to find the target, the alliance is over. I don't need anyone to help me get revenge."

"So what are you going to call this alliance? Even if it's temporary, it should have a name?" Gordon asked Batman.

Batman was silent for a while, Schiller suddenly had a bad feeling, and then he heard Batman say, "I'm going to call it the Avenger..."

"Wait!" Schiller interrupted him and said, "I advise you to think again, this name is not very auspicious..."

Batman looked at Schiller. Schiller had a strange expression on his face. Batman paused, and then said, "The name is just a code name. I never believe in anything..."

"But the last organization with this name split in two before it was active for long."

"We are not a group in the first place. I have no intention of forming a team with them. This is just a temporary alliance. As for the name..." Batman said after a rare delay, "Each of us has a relationship with the Court of Owls." Avengers, so we are all Avengers, so the name is Avengers, what's the problem?"

Batman saw Schiller showing a complex expression he had never seen before, and then he heard Schiller muttering in a low voice: "There is no good end for those who don't listen..."

At the same time, in the ward next to the office, Evans watched Copperpot fiddling with an umbrella.

"What are you doing?" Evans was a little curious. He sat on the edge of the bed and raised his head to ask. Coppert didn't raise his head, but just replied a few words perfunctorily: "I'm going to make a weapon."

"Weapon?" Evans was even more confused. He asked, "Use an umbrella as a weapon? Can't you just use a gun?"

Coppert ignored him at all, he had had enough of Evans these days.

If Copperpot's experience in the past few days was written into an article, the title should be "How to get along with a very annoying person who I don't like at all".

Coppert had already expressed to Schiller that he looked down on the godfather's son, that is, Falcone Jr., and thought he was a complete idiot, but when this idiot was transferred to the same ward with him, he realized that , Little Falcone is not only stupid, but also annoying.

Unlike Batman, Evans has a more lively personality and talks a lot. He is not sick, but just came here to hide and relax. He was in good condition when he was hospitalized, and he had no sense of being a patient. He just grabbed Coppert when he was fine. chat with him.

At first, Coppert was willing to chat with him in order to obtain some information about the Falconer family, but later Copott found out that Evans did everything except not do business.

Evans has a wide range of hobbies. He is proficient in art, can paint, vocal music and many musical instruments. Among them, he is best at violin. It's okay, I'm still practicing my voice in the ward.

But when it comes to matters related to the family business, according to Copperpot's evaluation, Evans is completely an idealistic idiot.

After chatting with Evans for a few days, Cobbot had nothing to gain except improving his knowledge of music theory that was useless in Gotham, so he didn't bother to talk to Evans in the next few days.

Evans stood up, walked to Copperpot, watched him busy, and after watching for a while, he asked a question: "It seems that you can't modify this umbrella, do you need any help?"

"No, I don't need it." Coppert pulled the umbrella rib hard, and a part flew out with a "whoosh", and Evans covered his face and screamed, "Hey! You It was intentional, be careful!"

"Damn..." Coppert cursed and said, "There's something wrong with this umbrella."

He picked up the whole umbrella, looked at it, and said, "What material is this thing made of? Why are electric welding and cutting ineffective on it?"

Evans leaned forward and touched the umbrella ribs. He frowned and said, "This doesn't seem like steel. I always feel a little familiar..."

"Familiar?" Coppert turned to look at him and asked, "Where have you seen this kind of thing?"

Evans rubbed his chin and said while thinking: "I don't remember clearly, but I should have seen it, but if you can't transform this metal, you probably can't make a weapon either."

Cobblepot didn't reply, he stared at the umbrella silently, seemed to be thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)