A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

"Director Redes, you must already know what happened in the car accident."

Some familiar voices sounded. This sentence was obviously an affirmative sentence, but the tone was a question, as if he must get the answer he expected from the other party.

With a squeak, the chair opened and someone sat on it.

"Want a cigar?" another deep male voice said.

silence.

With a squeak, another chair was pulled out.

The drawer was opened, the lid of the box was lifted, and the sound of the cigar tip being cut was heard one after another.

"The rain was so heavy that it left almost no traces. The new expert from the appraisal department..."

The deep male voice said while considering.

"For me, I don't have to repeat what I said to the public."

There was a hint of impatience in another voice,

"You can't find it even if you use the entire Gotham police system?"

Five seconds passed without any sound.

"Silence is for the dead, Director Redes."

This time there was teasing and disdain in his voice,

"It seems that you guys are still the same as always..."

The man did not continue speaking, but he knew Director Redes' embarrassed expression without looking.

"But Mr. Falcone has found out."

"F...Mr. Falcone was also alarmed?!"

Redes' voice was trembling.

The Falcone family has many members, direct, collateral, and dependent servants who have changed their surnames.

But there is only one person who can be called Mr. Falcone.

"The person who robbed the goods is still in Gotham. According to the news, a total of eight people are hiding near Baiye."

"white night?"

Redes sounded confused.

In Gotham, even elementary school children know that White Night is the domain of the Falcone family, and even the police will not go near that neighborhood.

"Send in a SWAT team, Reds. Find every one of them. That might calm Mr. Falcone's anger."

"This...but I heard that what was lost was only..."

Redes hesitated. To exclude special armed forces from operating in the city, they need to report to the councilors and deputy mayor. Although a considerable number of them were helped by Mr. Falcone, it was still a bit troublesome.

Moreover, the Falcone family's mobility in the territory near White Night is much higher than that of the police.

"That's just a cover. This is the goods that Mr. Falcone personally wants. Recovering these goods is now the number one priority for the family."

The tone of the male voice became much stronger, became urgent, and the volume increased.

Especially the three words "number one" are said one word at a time.

"We have sent people, but..."

Halfway through, the male voice paused, as if it was difficult to speak.

Finally he took it on,

"But none of the people who searched nearby apartments came back."

"This... the special operations team takes time to complete the mission..."

"The mayor has already said hello."

"..."

"it is good."

Director Redes' tone was full of helplessness. You don't need to think about it to know how much casualties this dangerous action will bring to the elites you have personally cultivated. I hope this is not a super criminal who has become more and more serious in recent months.

Stab, the sound of a chair being pushed away.

"there's one more thing,"

Director Redes spoke, his tone far less serious than before,

"Someone gave me something. It seems to be related to your underground boxing ring."

"It was that bat, and I knew there was something wrong with him."

"Really, I'm curious about who can even Lord Drudge..."

In the monitor, the two voices grew farther and farther away, followed by the sound of the door opening.

"boom!"

Upon hearing this name, Bruce hit his fist on the table with a loud bang, completely covering up the sound coming from the bug speaker.

The violent movement caused some tearing pain in his right abdomen.

Although he knew that the police in Gotham were corrupt, so he personally delivered the USB flash drive to the police chief's office and also left a bug,

But I didn't expect...

Maybe next time he can leave a camera and watch the live broadcast then.

Standing beside the spacious workbench, Bruce raised his head with difficulty,

Eight LCD screens are mounted on the opposite wall, allowing evidence to be recorded 360 degrees without any blind spots.

But to ensure clarity, he reached out and pinched the back of his neck hard.

Because his abdomen was bandaged and he couldn't bend but had to lower his head, his progress was very slow.

The high-elastic, high-density black fabric and Kevlar material piled on the workbench have just been cut, and several drawings are piled randomly beside it, and the human shape can be vaguely seen.

"Master, it's time to take medicine."

Alfred walked over to Bruce carrying the tray.

Every movement the butler made was cautious, for fear of irritating the young master who had just returned.

After receiving Bruce's message that night, Alfred and the doctor rushed to Wayne Manor without stopping.

It wasn't until Bruce woke up that he learned that Bruce had built a secret base in the huge cave beneath the manor.

As for the young master's words about taking revenge on every criminal in Gotham, Alfred only regarded it as a temporary impulse of a young relative.

"The video is useless, so if I bring the witness directly in front of him and the entire city, can he still deny it? Alfred, what do you think?"

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you, Master?"

Alfred believes that the best way to guide him at this moment is to let Bruce do what he wants to do, and then he will naturally come back to take over the Wayne family.

"By the way, there seems to be a... a letter from you here."

Alfred suddenly remembered something and took out a $1 envelope from a roadside convenience store without a signature.

Bruce took it and saw a line of small words in the upper right corner of the reader's envelope,

--"To the wanderer returning home."

a few hours ago.

In front of Albert was the latest smart computer, with a silver-gray metal shell that exuded a faint luster.

This is a device Freddy spent tens of thousands of dollars to buy that is still being tested by a technology company, and can barely meet Albert's primary needs.

His fingers were tapping rapidly on the keyboard.

Fortunately, although this body's familiarity with the keyboard is very low, it is not unfamiliar.

Fingers kept flying over letters and numbers, faster and faster.

The sunlight shining through the window began to tilt, gradually sliding down to the foot of the bed, and the room became dark.

Albert typed the last Enter key, took a deep breath, and leaned back in his chair.

I don't know how long it took, but the room was completely dark, with only the light coming from the computer screen.

The Internet in this world is not very developed, and there are not all the dazzling technologies of the superhero era, so Albert wrote an intrusive code in less than an hour.

The target is criminal records in various states across the United States and emergency situation files in the past six months.

Albert frowned slightly as he watched the various data flashing on the screen one after another.

From three months ago, with Gotham as the center, the number of super criminals began to increase, and supernatural phenomena began to gradually surface.

But without exception they are all negative, and superheroes are nowhere to be seen.

Albert sighed softly and tapped his fingers on the table.

If this is the pollution Morpheus is talking about, it might really not be good.

Excluding the lunatics here in Gotham, the enemies of Green Lantern, Wonder Woman and Superman are not something that Earth’s armed forces can deal with.

In the secret files from Metropolis, he had already seen some of Lex Luthor's high-risk experiments.

Moreover, according to Morpheus, if he behaves too openly, he will be noticed by this power that is at least at the level of the multiverse.

Albert pondered for a moment, and his fingers moved on the keyboard again, but this time no complex codes appeared on the screen.

“If there is no environment, create an environment.”

He murmured, and the words "Apocalypse Co., Ltd." appeared in the middle of the screen, and documents about abnormal phenomena in various places were classified and consolidated.

As for the funding issue... Albert wrote a few lines on a piece of A4 paper, put it in an envelope, and wrote a line of small words in the corner,

"--To the wanderers returning home"