The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"Lieutenant Williams, have you arrived at the designated location?"

The voice on the phone sounded slightly anxious, and the man named Lieutenant Williams frowned. He didn't know how to explain the current situation to his superiors.

There was no problem with the positioning, but they didn't see any equipment here. Just when Williams was about to speak, his boss lowered his voice and said to him: "Okay, David, forget about the damn military equipment. Do you get me?"

Williams frowned deeply. His dry skin, which is unique to white Americans, had ridges and grooves, but every line was filled with confusion.

"Do you know how Duncan got promoted? Okay, let's not talk about that. All you need to know is that in two hours there will be a congressional inquiry about the disaster in Gotham. The FBI and Bruce Wayne will be present, and the press conference will be Will do that later.”

"No matter what method you use, shut up Bruce Wayne! David, hang up the phone and act immediately. I want to hear good news from you within an hour!"

The call was hung up, but before Williams could react, a trace of solemnity flashed between his brows, as if he was still struggling, but his subordinates had already come over.

"What should we do now? Boss, I think someone must have interfered with our positioning signal. Our communication technology is very poor. Otherwise, please ask the headquarters for support."

A trace of struggle flashed between Williams' brows, then he waved his hand to signal everyone to get on the bus and said: "The mission has changed, we have to... we have to go to Wayne Manor..."

The car drove bumpily towards the end of the road, but before it could turn the corner, a large truck blocked the intersection.

In an instant, everyone in the car picked up their weapons, but another stretched luxury car drove up from the end of the car and drove straight to the side of the special team's car. Behind the bulletproof glass, a fat man with a hooked nose looked towards him. They smiled.

The military did not put all their eggs in one basket. After discovering Bruce Wayne's true intentions, they urgently sent reinforcements to Gotham with a 28-man special team.

This is not the number of people needed for the scalpel plan to destroy corpses and traces. This team is well-equipped with many combat personnel, logistics personnel, and communication engineers. It has three trucks and enough supplies, the most advanced weapons and Air support on call at all times.

It can be said that in another place, this team is enough to occupy the city. In order to control the situation in Gotham, the military has no scruples. If the previous missile bombing had not been ineffective, they would have used their best air strikes to clear the ground. Tactics.

The car drove forward, and the soldiers sitting in the car looked solemn. They were not a bunch of stupid young people. They were stationed in a military base not far from the metropolis, and they knew very well how dangerous Gotham was.

Suddenly, the car in front honked its horn, and there was a loud bang, followed by slightly panicked shouts.

As soon as the driver of the last military vehicle got off the vehicle, he discovered that a huge tree root blocked the convoy's path.

The engineer was just about to clear the obstacle when, with a bang, a bomb with colored smoke and streamers blew up everyone in the front row.

A figure holding a sledgehammer walked out of the smoke. Harley Quinn spit out the gum aside, touched her nose and said, "Aha, I came at the right time."

Poison Ivy stood on the roof of the building nearby and looked down from a high position, watching Harley Quinn leading the clown gang's madmen and the military people to fight back and forth.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Poison Ivy walked down the branches of the ancient tree, called Harley Quinn, then bundled all the soldiers with vines and stuffed them into the same car.

The ground troops lost contact, and the air troops waiting for the call were of course unable to give up. However, the situation in this city was too strange, and they only dared to send drones to check.

The drone came, but it failed to send any signal back and crashed before it could cross the Gotham Bridge.

Sending more people inside is just to fuel the tactics. If you send fighter jets, you may also lose the pilots. More importantly, after all this trouble, until the inquiry started, the military still failed to obtain the useful Bruce Wayne. handle.

At this point, no real evidence can be obtained, but the military still has a good trick, which is to make unreasonable troubles and defeat them.

The lights came on, the heavy door was pushed open by the assistant, and Bruce Wayne, in a suit and tie, strode toward his seat with a sullen face.

The moment he appeared, the entire venue fell silent, and everyone instinctively sensed that something was wrong with Bruce Wayne today.

The oppression brought by a person who has spent half his life shaping himself just to bring fear to others is terrifying. The person here is not Bruce Wayne, but Batman.

The stakes are too high. One step forward is to change the future of Gotham, and one step back is to disintegrate Wayne Group.

Finally, there comes a time when the cloak of civilization that Batman wears and the image of a playboy that he has created for himself cannot come up with a reasonable solution, and he has no ability to fool him. What else can Batman do if he doesn't succeed?

Batman stood still in his seat, and everyone's attention was focused on this.

"Mr. Bruce Wayne."

The female voice came through the microphone, with a sense of majesty, but the moment Batman looked at the congressman, she forgot her words.

A violent cough brought the congresswoman back to reality. She pretended to be relaxed and smoothed her curly blond hair, and then looked to the side at another older male congressman.

In the seats of the congressmen, the politicians exchanged their views in silence. They knew at a glance what kind of enemy they would face, such as Bruce Wayne, but no one knew what it was.

"I'm here." Wayne said this to be blameless, but compassionate like the most tolerant priest, as if my standing here was a gift to everyone present. Perhaps this is the case. The shrewd people among them thought that Wayne might not come. Maybe this would make him the enemy of the whole world, but wasn't that the case in the past?

How can a family that has established its headquarters in Gotham and has not changed it for decades, a company with the widest range of interests in the world, the largest business field, the deepest industrial exploration, and the highest level of sophistication and sophistication, not considered an enemy of the world?

Sometimes I really don’t know who is Superman. They lamented at the same time that Bruce Wayne might as well not come and leave a way for us mortals to survive.

Congress obviously didn't want to deal with this matter, but out of the need to balance the military, FBI and other forces, they still had to do their duty, so the congresswoman asked as usual.

"Mr. Wayne, I'm glad you are here. Next, on behalf of all members of Congress, I will discuss with you all the matters related to the major disaster that has occurred in Gotham City, New Jersey."

"All speeches made in this consultation will be kept on file, and some will be released to the media and the public. The Congress of the United States of America will ensure that everyone here has the ability, position, and complete responsibility for their speeches."

"Now, Mr. Wayne, please answer me, did you know about the disaster in Gotham in advance?"

Batman shook his head, but added, "Disasters happen every day in this city, and it doesn't surprise me."

An almost perfect explanation, even if it is found out later that the Wayne Group has any advance response measures, it can completely shirk the fact that disasters are too frequent in this city, and the Wayne Group has a good safety awareness.

Then the congresswoman asked a few more innocuous questions, probably about whether there was any contact with the murderer, whether any suspicious persons were monitored, and what measures were taken after the disaster.

Of course, those so-called exchanges of interests could not be stated openly, but winning the approval of Congress was still an important bargaining chip, so after Bruce answered one by one, he took the initiative to speak.

"I deeply regret this disaster, but I regret even more that you can sit here and ask me questions calmly and rationally."

He licked his lips lightly, took a deep breath and said, "If you can put all the mistakes of the disaster on Gotham people, then the response of various departments during and after the disaster will write the story of this freedom and The biggest joke is that a democratic country cares about the safety of its citizens and protects national interests."

These words were too strong, and as expected, they aroused murmurs. Batman put his hands on the table, looked around the field and said: "First of all, what I want you to explain is that this group of terrorists holds Military equipment.”

“The vast majority of the property damage suffered by Wayne Group in this disaster came from military weapons. Our taxpayers provide a large amount of money to the military every year. In the end, our money becomes our responsibility. Artillery fire, are you going to say no one is responsible?”

The venue was silent.

Wayne said that the people are suffering, but they still have something to refute. Wayne said that he was suffering, and you want to say that we are not responsible. Then Wayne suffered property losses and suffered poor business operations in the second year, or simply withdrawn funds because of an urgent need to make up for the losses. If the equity is redeemed, next year's financial statements will give everyone a slap in the face.

It was too sharp. Everyone was thinking this. They also realized that Wayne must have planned it in advance. No one could react so quickly and with such a determined attitude in a sudden accident.

The military's arrogance has weakened by three points. Military spending is their lifeblood. 80% of the fight with Congress every year revolves around this nonsense. If the Wayne Group's tax revenue decreases next year, the tax bureau will definitely ask Congress for military spending again. When the time comes, he rushes up and strangles them to death.

But they are still struggling.

"We were about to talk about this." A lieutenant general stood up, nodded to the left and right, and said: "The military base in New Jersey was unfortunately stolen, and we have discovered that relevant personnel are engaging in black gold transactions with unknown forces in Gotham. trade."

"The preliminary suspicion is that an officer in charge of the army was threatened and had to sell military supplies. All equipment has specific defense purposes and is by no means prepared for terrorists. The records and data can be checked."

"And the forces that dealt with the delinquent personnel were well hidden. He failed to discover that they were terrorists. Someone must have helped them hide their identities, and we don't know. Who had the reason to do this?"

This remark was unclear, implying that everyone present could understand it. Slandering the other party as a self-directed actor and a self-respecting bandit was not a very new tactic. Although it was shameless, it was useful enough.

Having hope will lead to disappointment. When the missiles on the skyline rushed towards the city without any hesitation, Batman had already lost hope for everyone present.

And now, with their raking action, they finally kicked away the last small stone blocking the boulder on the top of the mountain.

If they had known, they would have felt even more frightened - it was no longer disappointment that occupied Batman's heart, but a sense of relief.

Destroying Gotham is no longer the best evil for this group of people, but Batman has the ability to turn it into a blessing.

He glanced around and was silent for a long time.

Everyone is waiting for him to explain, but Batman has never been good at explaining. He judges and then declares.

"This disaster and your joint efforts have made me no longer have any hope in your disaster relief and post-disaster reconstruction capabilities, and Wayne Group can no longer accept such losses."

"Starting today, Wayne Group will no longer provide operating funds for Blackgate Penitentiary, Gotham Police Special Prison, Arkham Psychiatric Hospital and other public facilities in Gotham City that can house criminals, and will no longer provide funding for any legal system and The trial process provides humanitarian assistance and no longer guarantees that municipal investment will provide all the public services Gotham’s courts need.”

"No matter how many terrorists there are in this city, let them be dealt with by the state court, whether it is Mulek Prison or the Florence Super Prison..."

"I believe that whether it is the trial process or the detention process, they will do better than Gotham."

Bang!