The rise of comics

afternoon. ..

It had been four full hours since Bruce had locked himself in his bedroom.

Outside the window, the afterglow in the sky has tilted, and the blazing stars are about to set in the distant west. The daylight in this world only lasts about 10 hours, and the total time of a day is 21 hours.

The elf girl Yueying and the boy Mick were sitting at the table in the living room, chatting without a word. On the sofa next to them, a middle-aged man was curled up on it, yawning sleepily.

The fear of last night seemed to have faded away after today's whole day of peace and quiet.

Suddenly, the bedroom door was opened, and Bruce, who had changed into a dark blue sweatshirt and sweatpants, walked out.

This seemingly casual and decent appearance concealed some of his sharp edges, and he looked more like a young man who was only 26 years old.

Bruce pulled on his collar slightly uncomfortably.

To be honest, it seems that he has never worn this kind of ordinary clothing since he ended his long journey around the world and returned to Gotham City to take over the Wayne Group.

From then on, his clothes were always formal suits, or custom-made clothes costing more than tens of thousands of dollars. Because he was the head of Wayne Enterprises, he was the top elite in people's eyes, or in layman's terms, it was the standard. The boss template.

And in the darkness of the night, his costume will switch to that of a nightwalker in the dark, putting on a cape, a ferocious mask, and a bat armor that scares criminals, and walks among the city buildings.

After glancing at Yueying and Mick who were looking at him, as well as the middle-aged man who quickly stood up from the sofa, Bruce spoke. ..

"I'm going out."

"It won't go too far."

He cast his gaze toward the sunset outside the window.

"I will be back in two hours at the latest and take you to training."

"You have to go out"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and a trace of uneasiness flashed across his expression.

"Uh, where are you going?"

And the middle-aged man who went to train in two hours was very confused. It would be dark in two hours. What kind of training had to be done at night?

"work."

Bruce answered succinctly.

"Gather intelligence."

"Intelligence gathering master, can I help you with what you want to do?"

Mick recommended himself enthusiastically.

"You stay here."

He said no more and walked towards the entrance.

"By the way, thank you for the clothes you found for me."

After pausing at the door, Bruce dropped the last sentence and ignored the three people in the room who were looking at each other. He opened the front door of the house and walked out.

The streets outside were still in that dilapidated scene.

On the quiet street, the breath of depression blew on Bruce's cheek. Looking around, he took steps and gradually walked away.

First they came to the large shopping mall where they stayed last night.

The corpses of the homeless people on the road were all gone because they had been dragged away by Mick to find a place to bury them.

Those corpses had been sucked into mummies, almost all of their body fluids had been lost, and they had lost most of their weight. Dragging them was not a strenuous task, so the boy Mick could do it alone.Flashdance..

Through the flow of information on the electronic network, Bruce has understood that in this world, people's death and injury have almost become a norm, and homeless homeless people are also a very large group. The endless emergence of weirdos has made the scope of human survival in this world continue to shrink. , but the government and the Heroes Association did not provide good protection for these displaced people.

The only exception may be children. The government has special orphanage institutions. Children who have lost relatives in monster disasters will generally be taken to orphanages for training as long as they are discovered. Or helpless children can just go there on their own. If reported by any government agency, they will also be transferred to an orphanage institution for placement.

"What a deformed world."

Bruce whispered to himself.

"This is clearly a dystopian type of world."

Di Xin clicked his tongue and spoke in his heart.

"However, existence is justified. No matter what, the Heroes Association still protects the world and continues to exist."

"Is it protection or dictatorship?"

Bruce shook his head and said, "I have a hunch that things will never be as simple as they seem."

He walked quickly, and soon he arrived at the Alpha street they had just arrived yesterday.

Unlike the abandoned street where Mick was located, civilians were still active on this street, and reconstruction work had begun.Many workers are busy frequently, and large machines lie at the end of the street on both sides. In this world, the construction industry is a very popular industry. It can be said that the construction engineering profession has the highest proportion among all industries.

Almost everyone can do construction.

Bruce didn't find it strange. This Alpha Street was a street close to the city center of B with a large resident population. He had already seen the electronic map of this city on the Internet and remembered it in his mind. He crossed Alpha Street. After walking three more streets, about eight kilometers away, you will reach the Central Park of City B, where the branch of the Heroes Association is stationed and where government agencies are established.

He consulted a large number of past news records of this world on the electronic network and investigated why certain areas were abandoned. The general conclusion he came to was that most of the abandoned areas had been visited by weirdos more than three times. Attack, if the area needs to be expanded due to population, then the government will choose to rebuild those abandoned areas.

But generally speaking, with the consumption of the world over the past few decades, the population has been far less than that of the peaceful era more than 50 years ago.This phenomenon is becoming more and more obvious in every city. Only City A, a super metropolis with a population of tens of millions, has maintained a strong momentum of prosperity and peace because of the headquarters of the Heroes Association.

But if this continues, maybe in another 20 years, the number of humans in this world will drop to less than [-] million.

By that time, they will be like an isolated island in a vast world. Human beings in this world will become isolated and helpless. One day, this false peace will come to an end.

Where did the so-called weirdos come from?

Although Bruce doesn't have a clear answer yet, he already has the idea of ​​digging out the truth.

After exploring the surviving battle scenes from yesterday on the streets of Alpha, Bruce roughly confirmed the accuracy of the boy Mick's intelligence.

"There are not many traces left at the scene, but we can still roughly judge what happened at that time."

"The Saiyan was indeed killed directly, and he might even have suffered only one attack. Judging from the traces, it seemed that the opponent he faced only used a very ordinary physical attack, which not only broke his According to the energy attack method, there are regular and continuous cracks on the building walls on both sides of the street. It does not look like they were exploded. Judging from all the traces on the ground to both sides, they should have been blown out by strong wind pressure. "

Standing in the center of the street, Bruce's eyes kept wandering to the left and right sides of the road, taking all visible traces of things into his mind and excluding useless and messy information. It was as if a 3D image gradually emerged in his mind. Restoration diagram drawn.

A little man floated in the sky, and energy bombs with astonishing temperatures erupted from the palms of his hands, bombarding the ground continuously. However, they were indifferently endured by another little man standing on the surface, or perhaps avoided. , in short, such an attack did not work.

After several consecutive attempts to no avail, the villain who was stuck in mid-air became angry and swooped down, trying to fight at close range with his physical strength. However, he was punched by the villain standing on the ground at a faster speed. In the belly.

The power of this punch was extremely powerful. The powerful wind instantly smashed the opponent's entire upper body to pieces, and the stumps of the lower body fell to the ground. The biting wind pressure continued unabated, smashing the asphalt ground and both sides of the road. All the buildings had clearly visible cracks, and these marks almost extended to the other end of the street.

Bruce walked slowly forward. When he came to the end of the street unknowingly, he turned around and whispered to himself.

"Another Kryptonian?"