American comics: Because I am Batman

"Sister Feng, Mr. Wayne, are you out?"

Little Peter came to the Batcave and timidly asked Feng who was sitting in front of the Batcomputer: "Is he angry?"

Little Peter overslept today. He didn't get up until 12 noon. When he got up, he jumped up - he missed Batman's training.

"Don't worry, little Peter, he won't get angry so easily. At best, he is Batman, not a manic patient.

Rather, he was very happy. You were not frightened by his words and unable to sleep under the pressure of unnecessary responsibilities. Instead, you slept soundly. This is good! "

"Then...why doesn't he go home?"

Does he have a home?

Feng originally wanted to say this, but when she saw little Peter, she changed her mind: "He wants to be Batman and fight crime!"

"But, if Batman is Mr. Wayne, then he also needs to eat! Won't he go home to eat?"

"Little guy, there are restaurants everywhere outside, and Batman...Master Wayne is a billionaire, he won't starve to death!"

Little Peter felt something was wrong. He had been taught to have dinner with his family since he was a child. Although his parents were very busy on weekdays, they were still very persistent about eating as a family.

It is obvious that he is still a child and does not understand the adult world. If possible, who wouldn’t want to go home and have dinner with their family?

After pondering for a while, Feng's eyes suddenly lit up: "How about this, little Peter, come and tell him and let him go home and have dinner with us at night, okay?"

"Huh? Me?"

Little Peter pointed at himself in disbelief: "Shall I say it? How is this possible? How could Mr. Bat listen to me?"

"Of course it's impossible for Mr. Bat to listen to you, but Mr. Wayne will listen to you!" Feng stood up and approached Little Peter, then leaned down and touched his hair: "Believe me, I'll wait until he comes back tonight. When the time comes, just tell him!”

"Then, let me try!"

Little Peter couldn't refuse Feng's request, so he could only nodded obediently.

"Good boy."

Feng stood up, looked at the coordinates of the Continental Hotel displayed on the Batcomputer, and thought silently: "Master Wayne, come back early tonight!"

"Maybe I won't be able to go back tonight."

Wayne gritted his teeth and dug the bullet out of his abdomen and said mockingly.

"I don't know where you are from, or where you learned the art of camouflage, but it's obvious that you didn't learn it at home!"

The man named Marcus approached Wayne with a pistol: "David is never late. Once the task requires him to arrive at a time, he will arrive on time, even if it goes against his usual life rules. Same!"

"And you're 6 minutes late!"

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Wayne's head.

"Remember not to be late again in the other world!" Marcus' emotionless voice also penetrated Wayne's ears at the same time: "Also! Don't provoke a group of professional killers again!"

"Maybe you so-called professional killers should stop messing with me!"

But to Marcus' shock, Wayne suddenly looked up and spread his palms.

"Um?!"

The bullet in his hand didn't have any blood stains at all, which meant that the shot he just fired didn't hurt this guy at all.

Feeling that the situation was beyond his control, Marcus wanted to pull the trigger and only had a little time left.

The wall next to him suddenly exploded, and the huge impact mixed with gravel and bricks hit his body, burying him inside.

"Ahem...this armor probably needs to be updated."

After taking care of the killer who posed the greatest threat to him, Wayne stood up holding on to the wall that had not yet been broken.

So the shot Marcus shot him just now did not penetrate the armor under his suit, but the impact of that shot was real.

Now Wayne only felt as if his abdomen was gored by a fierce bull, and his whole stomach was churning. If he hadn't been able to bear it, he would have vomited it out long ago.

The advantage of this suit of armor is that it is lightweight and equipped with electrical signal technology, but at the same time its shortcoming is also very obvious, that is, its lack of defense.

In other words, the defense aspect is seriously biased.

For example, if a katana is cut from the front of the armor, the attack is destined to be useless.

But if this katana is stabbed with the tip of the sword based on the impact, then if you take this blow forcefully without any way to dodge...

Even if it didn't penetrate the armor, Wayne would still be in pain.

"The impact defense of the armor is insufficient. After returning home, we must study the N52 Bat suit."

He endured the pain and ran back to the bathroom on the 8th floor. It took him almost 20 seconds to change into the Bat suit. Batman once again retracted to the vent.

"Plan A failed. The reason for the failure was insufficient research on each killer. The enemy caught the flaw in my imitation."

"The alarms in the entire Continental Hotel have gone off now. Winston may have stopped the meeting and is about to escape. I must catch him before he escapes."

Moving with difficulty in the narrow ventilation duct, Batman planned his next step: "But it is impossible for him to be protected by no one. Just now, including Marcus, I killed 5 killers.

So including the four killers in the office, I still need to deal with them now... huh? "

Batman suddenly bumped into something in the darkness. When he reached out and touched it, he realized that it was the killer he had knocked down just now, and he had hidden it here.

"Okay, I still need to deal with 12 killers now."

Climbing to a corner of the ventilation duct, Batman shot the Bat Hook upwards and pulled himself to the 12th floor.

"The thermal imaging shows that there are five more killers here, but their locations are too scattered. If you give me enough time, I can eliminate them one by one."

Lying in the ventilation duct, using the thermal imaging function of the bat eye to observe the situation in the hotel, Batman rubbed his belly and thought.

"All of them have thermal weapons, which means that even if I fight with one of their killers, they will not gather together, but will shoot with pistols from a certain distance."

"I have to find a way to bring them all together..."

Batman's white bat eyes narrowed.

"My gel bomb has been used up when I dealt with Marcus just now. I can't attract their attention through the explosion sound...Wait a minute! Explosion sound?"

Looking at an electric switch below him from inside the vent, the lips under Batman's mask curved slightly.

"boom!"

George, who had just arrived near the Continental Hotel and was instructing the police to set up a defensive line, heard an explosion from upstairs.

"Huh? Is there a fight up there?"

Seeing the flickering lights between the eighth and twelfth floors of the Continental Hotel, and hearing a heart-stopping explosion, George's heart couldn't help but clench.

"Director, do we want to break in now?"

one of his police officers asked him.

George squinted his eyes, looked at the door of the Continental Hotel, and took a deep breath at the chaotic crowds of people who were constantly fleeing.

"Evacuate the crowd first and focus on rescuing those people!"

George suddenly hates himself now, and hates himself two years ago. At that time, Batman gave him a communicator, but at that time, he didn't like masked vigilantes at all.

So he threw it away.

Later, he gradually accepted Batman, but Batman never gave him a new communicator again.

Mainly because he was too embarrassed to mention it and threw away the communicator himself.

"It seems that this idea is quite tricky!"

For the first time in the past two years, George discovered that the police were not here to clean the floor. It was the first time that he saw that Batman had not finished the matter after the police arrived at the scene.

"Batman, you'd better be a superhuman with superpowers, not just an ordinary person wearing a bat suit!"

He pressed the last killer's head to the ground, rubbed it hard, and finally threw it hard against the wall and pushed it like a plow, finally making this well-trained killer fall into a coma.

But after dealing with the killer, Batman fell to his knees weakly, gasping for air.

"Knocked down by fear, it turns out that people can't be killed with one punch... It seems that not only the bat armor needs to be upgraded after returning, but also the electrical signal technology needs to be updated in time."

Of course, Wayne's physical fitness also needs to be updated at the same time. This is the main reason why he ended up like this.

These killers are not like ordinary people, or they are not human at all. The ninjas of the Hand can have their spines broken by Batman's punch, but what about them? He could actually endure the severe pain and fight back against Batman.

As for the killers he hid in the vents - those whose nerves were shot by him with a bat hook, they could indeed be brought down in one go.

But this is because of the bat hook, or his shooting skills, not his fists.

Electrical signals are just the storage and release of bioelectrical signals within the range allowed by the user's body. If Wayne is not strong enough, he is not strong enough, and there is nothing he can do about it.

"Five have been solved, and now there are 5 left."

"I despise these killers too much..." Holding the wall and crawling into the ventilation duct again, Batman gritted his teeth and pulled out a bloody bullet from his abdomen: "At the same time, I think too highly of myself.

But the only good news is that I also made a backup plan for this point - I have to thank Feng for this. I should give her a reward when I go back. "

"Then now, execute plan C!"