A generation of masters starts from DC

Chapter 5 Birthday and Funeral

After delivering Ryan Nix's letter to the designated location in Queens, Moriguang went to Nix's slum complex in the afternoon to give him his own requirements for weapons.Ryan Nix thought that Moriguang would ask for a dagger, machete, or even a small-caliber pistol, but who knew that the weapon he asked for was actually just a stick.

On the dirty workbench, Ryan Nix spread out the drawings.

"The shape is very simple, just an explosion-proof stick twice as long."

"But your request for materials..."

"While being flexible, it must have sufficient rigidity. The weight of the whole stick can only be about three eggs."

The corner of Ryan Nix's mouth twitched.

I thought it was just a kid's joke, but who knew Eaton would really ask for it.

Moreover, the thought of agreeing to lend him five people gave Knicks a headache.

He opened the collar of his overalls so that he could breathe easily, so as not to be pissed off by this little devil who looked like a little angel. "Little devil, what do you want this special weapon for? It's not something you can get casually. Your requirements for materials are too high."

Mori Guang frowned slightly, "How much do you want?"

Because this is the supporting weapon of [Dog Beating Stick Method].

"I gave you all your money." Ryan Nix said angrily.

"So, are you going to refuse?"

Moriguang wanted him to pay attention to his words, "Mr. Nix, I never took a penny from you in vain."

Ryan Nix showed a troubled expression. "Okay, okay, you are the most capable young man under my command."

"My factory in the slums and no-man's land does not have an assembly line that can meet your requirements. Well, I understand, this weapon is my gift to you."

Gift?

Sen Guang glanced at Nix, turned and left the lair.

Ryan Nix took special care of himself, and he knew in his heart that his relationship with Ryan Nix was similar to that of friends, at least he thought so.

After leaving Nix's lair, Shen Senguang walked through several streets and found a rough house that looked very simple from the outside.

Gotham City is full of unfinished projects that have been built but can't be sold.

Moriguang did not enter through the main entrance, but flexibly jumped onto the wall with [God Walking Hundred Steps] and entered the house.

He takes a quick look around.

The woolen yarn placed on the edge of the window has not changed in position;
The floor is free from the footprints of strangers;
The dust on the floor remained motionless.

Lately, there have been no strangers breaking in here.

Moriguang found the place where he spread newspapers. He took off his shoes, socks, plaid shirt and brown sweatpants, opened the board, took out a red T-shirt and blue slacks from the compartment under the board, and put on . "It seems that someone is following me. I don't know who it is recently, and they always enter several strongholds where I often stay."

"According to common sense, even homeless people rarely enter these places."

…………

On another street in the East District, a Bugatti EB16.4 Veyron was parked at the door of the blank room, worth 150 million US dollars.

After Bruce Wayne and Alfred entered the blank room, they soon found that there were newspapers on the floor of the room, and the newspapers were neatly folded to form a bed.Alfred sighed: "Does Young Master Eaton live in this kind of place?"

"Master Bruce. This is one of the few streets he often comes to, but for some reason today, he didn't appear in any place."

Bruce Wayne walked around the room in silence, and suddenly he walked to the middle of the newspaper, tore the newspaper, and opened a wooden board under the newspaper.

It's a cubicle.

"How did you find out, young master?"

Bruce Wayne showed a strange expression, "I like to hide things under the bed."

Ok.

Alfred laughed dumbfounded in his heart, almost forgetting that you are father and son.

Bruce Wayne looked carefully at the things in the compartment. There were newspapers with local facts, some small dollar bills, two wound stickers, a half-eaten bag of compressed biscuits, and two notebooks.

"Days are pretty good, Damian is not so well prepared, if he can be like..." Bruce Wayne passed the sad topic, no matter what he does these days, he can't help but think about Damian, that bastard boy of Middle Eastern descent.

No, no one can replace Damian.

What are you doing?
Bruce flipped through the contents of the notebook, which was filled with inexplicable symbols and languages.Bruce, who is proficient in 64 national languages, knows that this is not a natural language, but a language created for confidentiality purposes.Although he couldn't understand the language at all, he could tell from the waving figures in the notebooks that these two books were probably notes for combat training.

Was Eaton trained to fight?

Bruce Wayne frowned suspiciously.

According to the investigations of several detectives he hired, Eaton did not have any chance to get in touch with militarized/professional fighting training. Moreover, these two notebooks look like fighting skills notes, but in fact they do not match any fighting skills he knows. .

muay thai?Sanda?Jeet fist?

It will not be French kick boxing, because although I don't know what it is, I can see the obvious characteristics of oriental fighting skills.

Bruce Wayne felt amused and shook his head. "Maybe it's nothing, it's just something drawn by children after reading too many comics."

After reading the notebook, Alfred added: "As far as a painter is concerned, this is also very good."

Bruce packed everything up, and he got up to leave the rough room.

"Let's go back."

"Master Bruce, I thought you would keep looking."

"The location has been locked, but he is avoiding us. He may not know our identities, but he found that someone was looking for him, so he deliberately avoided us. Besides, there will be a mass for Damian tonight."

…………

On August 8, the night was dark and dense, and the stars were like stars.

Shen Senguang sat alone on the bare balcony of the blank room, the cool night wind swishing through the collar of his clothes.He sat alone in the cold wind, not to punish himself, but because he was bored.

Today is my birthday.

Sen Guang looked up at the starry sky and felt that the universe is infinitely vast. In his previous life, he would always be surrounded by a large group of relatives and friends on his birthday, but now he is alone, staying alone on the balcony.

In this city, no one knows that he is a time traveler without his own friends.

He is unique, he is the only one.

Therefore, he could not integrate into any group in the city.

Li Bai has a saying, raise your glass to invite the bright moon, and the shadows will form three people.

How lonely it must be.

That's why we can imagine that there are three people facing each other.

ding dong~
The phone rang, and Ryan Nix's voice came from the phone. "Hello? Today is your birthday, right? Haha, we have a whole table waiting for you today, come on, our little angel."

A bunch of booing minions came from behind the phone.

You can imagine how happy the group of idle bastards are on the other end of the phone!
Moriguang hung up the phone and pretended nothing had happened, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.

You idiots.

(End of this chapter)