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Jino pushed open the thick stone door full of age.

This is a deep pool that occupies the size of a living room.

It contains a mysterious liquid that is transparent, colorless and sparkling with the luster of the Milky Way.

"What is this?"

Not only Thalia, but also the group of assassins she brought looked surprised.

"Amber gold."

Jino looked at the pool of spring water, stepped forward and reached out to scoop it up. A pool of colorless and odorless water flowed out between his fingers and returned to the pool again.

"What can it do?" Thalia's eyes rolled with excitement on her face.

"Prolong life." Jino simply described the function of this pool of amber gold.

Of course, this thing is not that simple. Jino remembered that if this thing and the other four metals were collected on a certain "Destiny's Child", he could summon "Dragon" Barbatos.

Of course, that dragon will never grant your three wishes. Instead, it will turn people into twisted and crazy dark creatures.

"Leave a few ninjas to transport this thing away." Gino gave the order to Thalia. Looking at the eager woman, he knocked indifferently and said: "You can take away a small bucket, and the rest belongs to me."

Thalia pursed her lips and could only wave her hand to let the assassins who accepted them go find the cargo and fill it with amber gold.

There is no way, the strength is not the same level, she has no right to protest at all.

The two left the room filled with amber gold and opened another stone door.

"A library?"

Jino looked at the dazzling array of books with some interest on his face.

This room is also the size of a living room, and there are three bookshelves hanging around the walls, filled with countless books.

Jino glanced lightly with his eyes.

His eyes passed over the books and he saw through the essence. Most of the books were just about the assassination records and meeting minutes of the Court of Owls.

He walked toward the highest bookshelf.

Gino took down a heavy book from above.

He blew the thick layer of dust off the book cover.

Thalia sneered as she watched Gino flipping through the books and laughed: "I didn't expect you to be interested in reading."

"Reading makes me happy." Jino said a cold joke and opened the book to page eighty-five.

"Owl Talon assassinated Allen Wayne in 1922."

"Alan Wayne of the Wayne family, Bruce's great-great-grandfather."

Gino pinched his chin. The love-hate relationship between the Court of Owls and the Wayne family goes back a long time.

Gino flipped through the book again, and he quickly found more clues.

"Using the "Allen Wayne" Foundation to build twenty-one "Owl's Nests" in Gotham City."

The so-called Allen Wayne Trust Fund is aimed at young architects and is used to promote the construction of high-rise buildings in Gotham City.

Jino flipped through the summary and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this Court of Owls really knows how to play.

Over the past 150 years, they have used the Wayne family's money to do their own things and have built nearly twenty buildings in Gotham City.

"Let's go, this Court of Owls is giving me more and more surprises."

Jino dropped the book and left the room with the woman.

Another stone door.

Pushed the door open again.

This room is filled with countless neat red coffins.

Thalia followed Gino as she approached the coffins. She found that the coffins were all open and empty inside. However, in the center of the coffins were framed photos, and the portraits on them were all skinny children.

"They collect orphans from Gotham City and train them from childhood to become qualified killers. When they don't need to use them, they let them sleep here."

Gino rubbed his neck. It was a pity that the Court of Owls had involved all the Claw Assassins in order to deal with him.

The two walked through the coffins.

"really interesting."

Jino tilted his head and looked at the maze in front of him, which occupied a huge area and had a complicated layout. It was made of marble.

There is a huge owl statue placed at the entrance of the maze, and under the owl's claws is a gurgling fountain.

Looking at the layout of this room, a smile gradually appeared on Jino's lips.

"Thalia, go gather your ninjas."

The woman didn't understand what Gino was thinking, but she didn't question it, nodded and left.

Gino looked at the fountain and the maze.

He had a plan in mind, an interesting plan for Bruce Wayne.

"What kind of surprise can you bring me this time?"

"What kind of surprise can you bring me this time?"

Wayne Castle.

Bruce dragged his tired body open the door and walked into the Wayne Manor Library.

As the richest family in Gotham City, the Wayne family's library records the life experiences of every Wayne.

Bruce rubbed his sleepy eyes. Ever since he witnessed Maroni being assassinated by a guy dressed as an owl, the horrifying scene brought back profound memories for Bruce.

From an early age, he suspected that his parents' deaths were no accident, and he also investigated whether the Court of Owls really existed.

But when his investigation left him trapped in a room for more than a week and nearly starved to death, Bruce gave up his suspicions.

"Let me see where you are?"

Bruce climbed the escalator to find the collection of family records he was looking for.

Compared with Gino who can accurately find what he wants at a glance, Bruce, who is still mortal, can only search slowly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

"Snapped."

Bruce stretched out two fingers and pulled out one side of the book. He looked at the smooth writing. The butler Alfred was undoubtedly a loyal and conscientious butler. He also kept this huge library spotless.

Bruce turned the page and found the record of his great-great-grandfather, Allen Wayne.

"In his later years, Allen Wayne often suspected that he was being watched by the secret assassin organization. He was diagnosed with obsessive-compulsive disorder and schizophrenia through Arkham Asylum. He broke his cervical vertebra and hit his head when he jumped into Gotham's underground tunnel. die."

Bruce silently read the lines of text. In the past, he might have thought that his great-great-grandfather went crazy because of excessive stress.

But now, Bruce is beginning to wonder if there really is such a terrifying organization in Gotham City that is secretly controlling everything in Gotham City?

"master."

There was a knock on the door, and Ah Fu slowly opened the door and walked in. With one hand behind his back and perfect posture, the old man said in an unhurried tone: "Mr. James Gordon from the Gotham City Police Department wants to see you."

"He said he had something important to talk to you about."

The book in Bruce's hand trembled slightly, and he thought of the files about James Gordon in his mind.

A foreigner who was ostracized by the criminal police, but it is currently impossible to confirm whether this person is honest.

"Let's go."

Bruce closed the book and pushed it into the bookcase.

Ah Fu followed him, and the two of them came to the hall and saw James Gordon sitting on the sofa with a serious face.

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