American comics: Because I am Batman

"The gang that trafficked women that you busted yesterday had a weird background." George Stacey stood by the bat light on the roof of the building, looking down at the documents and said to Batman who suddenly appeared: "I found out about them It seems to be somewhat connected to Hell’s Kitchen, but the source is not Kingpin, but further down, nothing can be found.”

"So, you think we caught a big fish?"

The white eyes on Batman's mask look a little penetrating. Fortunately, George has become accustomed to his "companion" appearance. Otherwise, he is really not sure whether he can cooperate with him.

"Well, I don't know." George shook his head: "There's been a lot going on lately. Apart from you, the masked man, there's another masked weirdo appearing on the streets of New York, hanging around in high-rise buildings in broad daylight. Just like you, he was also assigned a name, what is it called? Spider-Man?"

"To be honest, if I really couldn't accept the existence of this guy two years ago, just like you at that time." George said, and shook his head: "No, in fact, I am not very good now either." I like your existence, but after these two years, I realized that New York City really can’t survive without you.”

"Without you, Kingpin would have taken over the entire New York underworld two years ago."

"And now our business has discovered that there is another organization that has conflicts with business and funds, haha... you know, this kind of thing can really make people crazy."

George said mockingly, taking a sip of coffee: "So, what do you think about our current situation?"

Batman turned his head and looked at the bat light symbol in the sky: "Things are prioritized. The most important thing in New York right now is to repair the damage caused by the two monsters fighting a few days ago. Your police force was distracted by the aftermath of that incident. There are too many. During this period of time, I will help you keep an eye on this city and suppress those clowns who are ready to move."

"Oh, of course, you will, and I will also arrange for Life Insurance to speed up the follow-up work! Then..."

Hearing Batman say this, George felt a lot more at ease. Although he also knew that what he did was contrary to his previous rules of life, but...

When he turned his head to look at Batman's position, the figure watching the city in the dark night had disappeared.

"Hey, maybe my judgment is wrong."

This was just a joke. It was normal for Batman to disappear unexpectedly, and he was used to it.

Yes, I'm used to it.

Habits are really a good thing. Originally, people like Batman were the ones that George hated the most. But after getting along with him for the past two years, he found that he had accepted the existence of Batman, and he also cooperated with him very naturally. Fight the forces of darkness in New York City.

Just when George turned off the bat light, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hey, I'm Director George... What? The Greek diplomats are coming? Hey, I have to tell you that New York is in trouble right now! Our police department no longer has any extra police force..."

At the same time, Batman landed in an alley through the hook rope, where a shooting had just occurred. A little boy was kneeling weakly in a pool of blood, with a man and a woman lying next to him, who seemed to be his parents.

"Why does this scene have such an inexplicable sense of immediacy?"

Batman complained in a low voice, walked up to the little boy, and leaned down: "I'm sorry that I came too late and couldn't save your parents."

The little boy's eyes lost focus, as if his pupils were dilated, and he stared blankly ahead: "I... I killed them with my own hands."

Something is wrong!

Batman jumped back and dodged the little boy's sudden blow with a knife.

"And, I'm going to kill you!"

A little boy, holding a fruit knife, threatens a strong, armored warrior. This scene is a bit funny no matter how you look at it.

It's really funny. If Batman, who has been running rampant in New York at night for so many years, was actually stabbed by a little boy. If word spread, Kingpin would be lying in the morgue tomorrow, and the cause of death was laughter.

But even more hilariously, Batman got stabbed!

Fortunately, Batman's armor wouldn't be so easily pierced by a little boy holding a fruit knife.

It's just that it still hurts a lot.

"what?"

This time, the boat capsized in the gutter. Wayne's eyebrows furrowed under the mask. This was not because he neglected to take precautions. In fact, he was out of the little boy's attack range at the first opportunity, but he was still stabbed by the other party. .

"Master, I found that there is a problem with your electrical signal."

"I feel it too."

Wayne nodded silently.

His name is Wayne, right, but he is not Bruce Wayne. He does not have the inhuman physique of Bruce Wayne, nor is he proficient in fighting techniques from all over the world. Even, as a time traveler, he does not even have the system gold Not even fingers.

The only thing he has is money.

So he directly used money to build technology trees - when he made up his mind to be Marvel's Batman in New York.

Progress was slow at first. Wayne had to rely on his martial arts and physique, which were far inferior to Bruce Wayne's, to fight crime. Although the gangs in New York were weaker than the Gotham fanbase, Wayne was not either. The real Batman, he was covered in bruises almost every day, and if it weren't for the help of Wayne Enterprises' medical department, he would have died young for a long time.

But even so, he can still scare people to death if he takes an X-ray now.

But the emergence of a technology from Wayne Enterprises later made everything different.

Bioelectric signal capture technology.

Simply put, this technology can capture the bioelectrical signals generated by human neurons and control them. This technology gives Wayne reactions and powers beyond ordinary people. He just needs to capture the electrical signals in his body that represent certain characteristics, store them, and then release them when they should be used.

As if now-

"The Hand, the Ten Fingers, and the ninjas, huh, this place is almost as smoky as Gotham!"

Seeing a dozen ninjas popping out of the darkness, Wayne instantly thought of the organization behind these ninjas.

Isn't it possible that the Hand would be on par with the Kingpin in New York?

A ninja came quietly behind Batman and without saying a word raised his samurai sword and was about to chop off his head.

Under the Batman mask, on the white bat-eye display screen, a blue card with a picture that made people feel inexplicably calm disappeared.

At the same time, Batman shrank back suddenly and bumped into the ninja's arms, causing him to stumble.

It wasn't over yet. Batman made a quick decision and seized the opportunity to reach out and grab the Ninja's arm holding the knife, then pulled him forward and punched the Ninja's elbow with his other hand.

"Crack!"

The sound of heartbreaking bones breaking made everyone present tremble inwardly - including Wayne.

But as Batman, Wayne would feel inexplicably happy when he heard this voice.

Although he also knew that this kind of emotion should not appear in the name Batman, he just couldn't control his emotions.

So cool.

After knocking over a ninja neatly, Batman took out a few small balls from his belt and threw them to the ground. With a dull explosion, thick smoke spread in the alley.

Those ninjas may also have the ability to move in smoke, but they are definitely not as good as Batman who relies on technology to cheat. The thermal energy reaction displayed in his bat eyes revealed the position of every ninja.

Then, another blue card disappeared from the bat's eye.

In the thick fog, a ninja who was about to calm down and use his ability to identify Batman's position by hearing sounds suddenly felt like he was punched in the abdomen.

The punch was not very heavy, and he could bear it after years of combat training. However, when he subconsciously prepared to fight back, there was nothing in front of him.

What those ninjas didn't know was that another blue card disappeared from the bat-eye display in Wayne's eyes.

Then, there was another muffled groan in the thick fog, and another ninja felt himself being punched.

However, when he fought back, he missed the target just like the ninja just now.

"Blue three in a row."

Seeing that he had used a card with a specific electrical signal, Batman made an immediate decision, accumulated all the strength in his body, exerted force on his feet, and locked the position of each ninja based on the thermal energy reflected in the bat's eyes. His five most recent ninjas.

"Fear strikes down!"

Although there is no such move in reality, Wayne, who once vowed to tear the Riddler into pieces in Arkham Knight, still chose a name that sounded very familiar and domineering.

However, five is really the limit. No matter how it is set in the game, Wayne reaches the limit with just five.

Then, the sound of fighting resounded in the alley again, but the most frightening thing was the unusually crisp sound of bones breaking that came from the alley from time to time.

After everything was over, Batman, who felt like he had another broken rib, held his waist and stood a little tiredly on top of the fainted ninja.

But there was still one person who hadn't been dealt with, and that was the little boy who stabbed him just now.

"The pupils are dilated and the eyes are dull. It seems that he is being controlled by someone." Batman looked at the little boy and sighed: "I think it is better not to tell him that he has become a dutiful son after he wakes up. "