Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 73 The Prowler’s Secret Base (Please collect and read)

But Jessica looked at Bruce's actions now and obviously didn't intend to go directly to that guy.

After returning to the Batcave, Aunt May came out. The siren naturally made the old man a little worried.

"What happened?" Aunt Mei asked with some concern.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that a few guys want to come and explore." Bruce waved his hand, stopping Jessica from explaining the truth.

Although Aunt Mei didn't quite believe what Bruce said, she could only believe in the current Bruce at this time.

"Aunt May, let's make red date bread. Jessica said that she misses your red date bread a little, and I believe she will eat it up this time." When Bruce spoke, Jessica stared at this with disbelief. A guy who doesn't write a draft when he tells lies.

When had I ever said that I wanted to eat Aunt Mei's red date bread?

Aunt Mei didn't continue to say anything after hearing this sentence, she just showed a bright smile at Jessica.

Obviously, this incident is definitely good news for Aunt Mei.

She has an obsession with making red date bread, and neither Bruce nor Jessica knows why.

Bruce walked over to his workbench and started fiddling with the smoke grenade he'd gotten from the Prowler.

When watching Aunt May leave, and making sure she couldn't hear the conversation between the two people, Jessica sat down on the workbench.

"You should know what Aunt Mei's red date bread tastes like?" Jessica felt a little flattered when she thought of the unforgettable taste of Aunt Mei's red date bread last time.

"So you eat it." Bruce took the tools aside and began to carefully disassemble the smoke bomb.

Jessica choked on Bruce's words.

She thought about Bruce's sophistry or something, but obviously she still knew Bruce a little too little.

Bruce didn't try to justify anything at all.

Taking off her mask, the current Jessica really doesn't know how this thick-eyed and big-eyed person can tell lies without changing his color.

He could only sigh and set his gaze on the smoke bomb in Bruce's hand.

"What are you waiting for?" Jessica asked.

"I'm a little curious about where his weapon came from." After Bruce completely untied the smoke grenade in his hand, Bruce did find something wrong.

Although the logo and material on the entire smoke bomb are from the Osborne Group.

But this kind of cutting process and assembly method is definitely not something produced by the Osborne assembly line.

More like it was done by hand.

"What's so strange, even now there are still a lot of Osborne's weapons in circulation on the black market." As a former agent, Jessica is quite aware of the situation on the black market.

"Basically go to a black market controlled by a gang and you can find Osborne's weapons."

"Maybe with luck, you don't even need me to go to a safe house or something like that to get aegis weapons, you can find them on the black market."

Especially in such a chaotic situation, there should be far more weapons that can be circulated on the black market than they imagined.

It is possible that Aegis weapons are already in circulation.

"But there shouldn't be many handmade ones." Bruce found something after completely dismantling the smoke bomb in front of him.

"Guys who like to make weapons by hand have one thing in common." Bruce picked up one of the small devices with tweezers.

"They'll put something unique and their own logo on it."

There was a barely noticeable pattern on it.

"Go and search."

"No need." Jessica carefully looked at the pattern on Bruce's tweezers, "I know this thing."

"Tinker, formerly a scientist at Roxon, was later recruited by Nick Fury, but he will also take on some work making weapons for super villains. Now he is probably handling his own affairs at the US-Mexico border?"

After saying this, Jessica had already seen Bruce's disapproving eyes.

Obviously there's something weird about S.H.I.E.L.D. having a guy like that make weapons for villains.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just a pawn."

"The specific address?" Bruce withdrew his eyes and didn't intend to continue to say anything on this issue.

Just like Jessica said herself, she is just a pawn, what can she do?

"I don't know." Jessica shook her head, her shield already falling apart.

Where else can I tell them any news?

Even Nick Fury himself didn't know where he went.

Bruce was not discouraged. If Jessica knew this was a surprise, it would be reasonable not to know.

Now I can only use a stupid method.

Start to figure out where the prowler got this thing from.

In the information age, even if they have never used any high-tech ideas, they will inadvertently leave their traces.

Coming to his own console, Bruce hacked directly into what is now the New York City government archives.

Found the Aaron Davis file.

On the other side of the file, there is now the trace of Aaron Davis.

At this moment, the prowler is fleeing frantically, and he is quite aware that if he is not out of the range of those two guys, it is definitely not a good thing to meet him.

But one thing made him understand clearly.

That is, Miles seems to still value his relatives more important.

This is undoubtedly a point that can be used in his eyes.

He has even thought of a plan on how to use this emotion.

But before that, he still needs a few helpers.

After all, what I am facing is not only my nephew, but also two superheroes who don't know their origins at all.

This must definitely be done slowly.

As for the consequences, he no longer cared about anything.

All he wants is his own wealth.

Other things are no longer what he needs for him.

When he rushed into the abandoned subway terminal in Brooklyn, looking at the graffiti belonging to Miles on the wall, he just smiled coldly.

Of course, Miles had painted on it not only the little graffiti before, but also various other people's appearances.

The largest portrait is a girl with short blonde hair.

To be honest, he thought his nephew had good taste.

If you can listen to your own words and help yourself, then it will be even better.

He turned his head and walked in the other direction.

He pressed his palms against the empty wall.

The originally plain wall slowly opened.

The guy staying inside is quite familiar to Spider-Man.

"Come on, guys." The prowler's voice echoed here.

"My legs are going to rust. (Spanish)" A bald man turned around and showed his grim smile.

"This time, we have to look at the choice of what our Spider-Man will look like." A female voice carried an unconcealable smile.

"We will succeed." Another voice sounded in the darkness.