Battle Paradise: Starting from the night of the Uchiha Genocide

Chapter 23 - The Hero Who "Flees"
In the Wayne Building, Bruce listened to the clown's announcement on the radio with a pale face.

Justice or self, which one to choose?
A Fu, the old butler at the side, saw Bruce frowning, and handed him the coffee he had just made.

"Don't worry about this, young master, even if Gotham City is destroyed, it won't destroy the Wayne Group..."

"As for the group of people last night, it's better for the young master to avoid provocation."

"The recent Gotham is not peaceful. I have already booked the nearest overseas flight ticket for the young master. Do you want to..."

Bruce's right hand holding the coffee trembled slightly, showing the superhero's inner unease at this time.

Idle raised his left hand slightly, signaling Ah Fu to stop what he said below.

Bruce stood up from the chair in a gaffe, came to the French window, looked at the bustling street below, and said with complicated eyes: "I will not leave here, I will bring new hope to Gotham..."

Gotham outside the window, the rising sun is still spreading its brilliance, under the sun, Gotham is shining golden, even as the capital of crime, it has a heart-stirring side.

Taking a sip of coffee in his hand, Bruce said in a complicated way: "This is my home...

Please go and hold a press conference, since they want to play, then I will play with them enough! ! ! "

"Oh, by the way, today's coffee tastes a little weird. Did you change it to another brand? It's not very good."

"It's the same as those guys from last night..."

Bruce was still analyzing, but what he didn't notice was that behind him, the eyes of the always kind butler were unprecedentedly decisive at this moment.

The butler who accompanied Bruce since he was a child said slowly at this time.

"I didn't change the brand, I just added some medicine in it, sorry, master."

Hearing the butler's words, Bruce turned around suddenly, looked at the butler who had grown up with him in disbelief, and was about to say something, but it was obvious that the butler's medicine was a bit strong.

Waves of powerlessness came from his body, and a strong drowsiness enveloped Bruce's mind. This kind of drug that forcibly paralyzes the nerves cannot be resisted by willpower alone.

Looking at Bruce who fell powerlessly, Afu's eyes flashed an emotion called fatherly love.

Bruce, whose parents died at an early age, can be said to have been raised by the butler. Whether it was the growth of the master or the control of the Wayne Group, A Fu participated in the whole process.

Because of this, Ah Fu knew Bruce too well, he couldn't give up. After what happened last night, Gotham is obviously not safe.

So Ah Fu has to make decisions for him, even against Bruce's wishes.

Taking a deep breath to calm down, Ah Fu helped up the fainted Bruce, and then rang the bell on the table.

After a while, several Wayne Group subordinates walked in.

The butler, A Fu, gave them instructions with a normal expression: "The young master was a little tired last night, and he wants to go abroad for a rest, please send the young master to the airport, and there will be a special person to meet him when he arrives at the airport."

As a subordinate of the Wayne Group, there is naturally no doubt about Ah Fu's order, and everything is as usual, as if there is no difference from usual.

Looking at Bruce who was taken away, Ah Fu's eyes were full of love, and then he took out the earphones in his pocket.

"Notify the public relations department of the Wayne Group. I have something important to announce this morning. Please act quickly."

"Okay, now, it's a bit hasty...

What time do you need? "

"The sooner the better."

After quickly making arrangements, at this moment, the figure of the old man who once crossed Gotham was slumped.

Turning his head to look at Gotham outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the old man's expression became dazed, and he murmured involuntarily, "You must blame me..."

"It's okay, everything will be over..."

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On the outskirts of the city, Su Mu looked at Han Xian who was still sleeping in the pit with some doubts.

After a day of healing with the mayfly technique, Han Xian's face was rosy at this time, and his breath was long. It was obvious that he could do twenty backflips without any pressure.

But Han Xian just didn't wake up, which gave Su Mu a headache.

Unless it hurt the soul, but Su Mu didn't remember that the blessing of the Holy Spirit would eat back the soul because of the explosion.

After thinking about it, Su Mu picked up the shovel next to him again, forget it, let's continue to bury it.

Let's be a vase honestly, Mr. Su will pay for the customs clearance process of the full dungeon this time.

Of course, for the sake of humanitarianism, Han Xian's entire body was still wrapped in the "nepenthes" shell that Su Mu used the mayfly technique.

Well, five-star praise.

After a while, Su Mu looked at the flat land in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction, not unfamiliar with his craftsmanship.

And just when Su Mu was about to leave, the phone in his trouser pocket suddenly rang.

"Hello? Lord Su Mu, just now, the old butler of the Wayne Group, A Fu, held a press conference and announced that he is Batman. What should we do next?"

"Batman? Alfred?"

The distribution of the spores at this time appeared in Su Mu's mind, and he quickly found the one he wanted.

Smiling slightly, Su Mu told the phone: "It's okay, just tell the clown to follow the original plan."

Gotham's airport?
My superhero, running away is not like your style...

After simple thinking, Su Mu made a decision.

The reason why he didn't kill those high-ranking Gotham officials at the celebration banquet was because even though he could clear the level by doing so, the overall score of clearing the level might not necessarily get a perfect overall score.

The main task of Area X is to help the clown "nuclearize" Gotham. The simple killing of high-level personnel will only trigger the carnival of ambitious people, but it can be said that it has little impact on grassroots personnel.

After you sing, I will appear on stage...

This is probably not what Su Mu wanted.

But now, all Su Mu needs is the identity of a Batman. As for who this person is and what choice he made in the end, it doesn't matter.

Anyway, he will be lured into a trap that will destroy Gotham by the Joker and Su Mu.

But thinking of Batman's questioning of Su Mu last night, even though he was right, it still made Su Mu feel a little uncomfortable.

You asked me why I was bullying, I couldn't refute it, but you still pretended to be a hero in front of me yesterday, and ran away today?
This... is a bit unreasonable.

Su Mu could have ignored him, because even if he caught up now, he wouldn't gain much. It was nothing more than killing Batman to improve his clearance rating.

Let's put it this way, Su Mu is very happy that you can stand up bravely for your own city.

But you have one thing on the front and another on the back...

Su Mu is not happy! ! !
The price of being unhappy is... nothing.

As long as he is still in the urban area, Su Mu can screw Bruce's head off and kick it as a ball, but now he is at the airport...

Su Mu's brain is not sick, even if he rushes over there in a hurry, the cucumber dishes will probably be cold by then.

Bruce is not a melon skin, he will dawdle at the airport.

For the altitude of thousands of meters or even tens of thousands of meters, so far, Su Mu still can't fly up.

Moreover, even if Batman leaves now, the impact on the copy can be said to be minimal.

After all, when it comes to doing things...

Clowns are professional.

And Su Mu only lost a treasure chest of the dungeon boss.

When the cost of something outweighs the benefit it can bring...

Unless you are emotional and don't feel happy if you don't do it, then just do it.

And Sumu...

Apparently, our couple hates this kind of thankless work.

(End of this chapter)