This bat cub looks very weak

"That's it for now. I'm going to investigate the news about that ship. If possible, I'd like you to help me find out if there's anything unusual recently. No matter what the event or person is, please keep an eye on it for me."

Dorothy sought help from Bruce. Although she might feel a little guilty, at this time, it was better to find someone to share the work than to take everything on herself.

Of course, if Bruce refused, Dorothy wouldn't force him.

"Okay, I got it. I'll tell you when I have news." Although Bruce felt that Dorothy's attitude was a little strange, he didn't care too much.

After all, he also wanted to know who else was destroying the peace of the city.

"That's it, I'm leaving now. I'll tell you when I have news. Bye." Bruce stood in the stairwell in silence for a while as he watched Dorothy leave. Finally, he left the place. It wasn't the first time he had escaped from a party, and this time was no exception.

Gotham Pier——

Dorothy sat on a container at one side of the dock, enjoying the sea breeze and looking at the people working hard at the dock. Most of these people had no idea what was in the containers or the boxes carried by the workers.

If you just look at this scene of hard work, you can still feel that people are trying hard to grasp the things they think can bring them beauty in order to live a good life.

Dorothy held her chin and looked at the scene, and found that she was not interested in it. After all, she had been living a life of parasites for hundreds of years, and things like work seemed a little far away to her.

That might be the main reason because Dorothy hasn't completed the task yet.

Dorothy felt like she was entering a period of decadence. Although it was fun to play the roles of the vests, after a while, she felt that it was not as exciting as using her own body to get wild.

Okay, okay, don’t think about all that mess. Just complete your task well and try to return to your body as soon as possible.

The system was now in a scrapped state, so she couldn't rely on the system to scan and find the existence of those drugs. So the most direct method was to search one ship after another and then destroy them directly.

Of course, the workload is huge, after all, there are so many ships docked at the Gotham docks. And the things in the boxes on those docks and ships are not necessarily all good, so should she deal with them all, or leave them alone? Or should she just report it to Batman?

Well... In this case, it is more convenient to report it directly to the Gotham police than to report it directly to Batman. Okay, without further ado, Dorothy started searching the boats one by one.

She didn't want to talk about the search process. In short, it was extremely tiring. Of the 375 ships in Hong Kong, one quarter were normal cargoes, and the remaining three quarters... it's better not to mention it.

Fortunately, Dorothy found the ship she needed among the three-quarters of the ship. It must be said that this ship was very inconspicuous and was very carefully forged. There were not only fresh vegetables and fruits on the ship, but also some normal furniture and items, and it was shipped by private shipping.

And on the bottom level of the ship, there was a whole cabin filled with white pills.

Just when Dorothy was thinking about what to do with the medicines in this cabin, the system suddenly popped up a window.

"Ding! We detected some items that need to be recovered and destroyed in the main quest nearby. Do you want to recover and destroy them?"

"Yes."

"Ding! All Manticores have been successfully recovered. The mission [Destroy all the existence of the world's enemies left in Gotham.] has been completed by 75%. Please keep up the good work, host."

"..."

This system is not a voice system, but a font prompt, so I am still in a state of disconnection with System 007.

However, the system's prompts gave Dorothy some new information. First of all, Manticore is indeed the enemy of the world. Her existence and the things she left behind must be destroyed. But the task of destroying her existence is only 75%, and the other two tasks are still not going anywhere. Does this mean that there is still one more enemy of the world?

Looking at this empty cabin, Dorothy left here before being discovered. Anyway, this part of the mission is completed, so the most important thing now is to continue to find the identity of the enemy of the world.

"Let's send a message to Bruce and see if he has any new messages. Hmm? It looks like someone sent a message." Dorothy muttered to herself and took out her cell phone. Just as she was about to send a message to Bruce, she found an unchecked message on her phone. She looked at the name and it was from Bruce, but the content of the message was a bit strange, all garbled.

It was not garbled, but more like random letters with no rules. Looking at this situation, Dorothy was a little confused, because she didn't remember what code she had agreed with Bruce.

So she called Bruce directly, but surprisingly, Bruce did not answer Dorothy's call. Hearing the beeping sound on the other end of the phone, Dorothy felt something unusual.

Because Bruce didn't answer Dorothy's call, the housekeeper who stayed at Wayne Manor might know something, so Dorothy called Alfred.

Unlike Bruce, Alfu quickly picked up Dorothy's call and asked her, "How can I help you?" Dorothy asked him about Bruce's condition.

"The young master went out half an hour ago, but before he left he said he had discovered something important. Oh, yes, it's about..." When Dorothy heard Alfu's answer, a voice of "Oh no!" immediately appeared in her mind.

She was careless and didn't even notice this situation. This was clearly something that was in front of her from the very beginning.

In an abandoned chemical plant——

A man with a sack on his head sat in front of a man who was lying on the ground, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. The sack on the man's head covered his entire face tightly, and there were crooked lines sewn randomly on the sack, like a big mouth with a smile, and two black buttons were sewn irregularly on his eyes, just like a pair of eyes, which looked very weird.

The man lying on the ground was Bruce in a bat costume, but at this time Batman was trembling a little, as if he was trying to endure some kind of pain.

He covered his head tightly with his hands, clenched his teeth, and let out low whimpers as if he saw some horrific scene in his mind.

He seemed to be trapped in his own world, unable to perceive the outside world.

"That's right! More, more, more fear! Batman, only your fear is the best, your fear is better than everyone else's fear!" The man with the sack hood said frantically. His voice was also changing. It was originally a male voice, but it gradually became a little shrill, like a female voice. Although it could not be seen from the outside, its voice did begin to become feminine.

"Ah, I've been tricked. I didn't expect you to be the ultimate mastermind, Scarecrow." Just as this androgynous man was enjoying Batman's painful expression, a voice interrupted his joyful mood. He immediately looked around vigilantly, but he didn't see anyone.

"Oh, no. I shouldn't call you Scarecrow. You're not a real Scarecrow. I should call you -

The Fear Eater."