Anti-hero of a certain comic

When Leo came to Wayne Manor the next day, its owner was holding a newspaper and sitting at the dining table enjoying breakfast.

"It was a great performance."

Leo naturally sat at the table, took the hot tea handed over by Alfred, and commented on Batman's appearance last night.

As countless bats swept in, he got on the modified armored vehicle in full view of the public, and then performed a police chase scene on the road.

This is simply a scene from a Hollywood blockbuster!

"Alfred thought the commotion was too loud."

Bruce puts down the newspaper. He drove the Batmobile last night, which can be said to be an eye-opener for the Gotham Police Department.

The police arrested many speedsters and bosozokus, and also chased those powerful muscle cars around most of the city.

But who has ever seen someone drive an armored vehicle onto the road?

Artillery and machine guns, automatic driving, and a sturdy shell that can block the bombardment of rocket launchers...

When several police cars surrounded Batman's car on the viaduct, the police officers present did not feel the slightest sense of security. They even thought they were surrounded by the other party alone.

So when the old housekeeper saw the chase scene on the news, he inevitably had to nag a few more words.

Batman has been a little too pushy lately, which isn't necessarily a good thing.

"Alfred is right, haven't you ever thought about a bat weirdo who can wear Kevlar armor, have all kinds of high-tech gadgets in his hands, and even drive an armored car running around on the street? He means What?"

Leo took a sip of tea and asked himself: "He means that behind Batman, there should be strong financial resources and the support of a scientific research team."

"There will always be someone who realizes this problem, Bruce. Maybe the Gotham Police Department is incompetent enough, but this city has never lacked smart people."

"That's really a problem."

Bruce looked calm and did not show any trouble.

Based on his character, he must have a solid solution.

Batman is much better at hiding his identity than some guy wearing a green hood.

"Arkham Asylum was temporarily closed, and Gordon also discovered that Dr. Crane and his minions had been poisoning Gotham's water supply system."

Bruce did not continue the in-depth conversation on the issue of identity, but instead talked about the aftermath of Arkham Asylum.

Jonathan Crane, the doctor whose symbol is a scarecrow, has become delirious and has no value because he has inhaled too much fear gas.

Although he was originally going to face multiple charges including illegal experimentation on living subjects, Klein suffered a mental breakdown and could only be imprisoned in Arkham Asylum to await recovery.

As for the matter of poisoning the city's water supply system, the Gotham Police Department has not yet found a clue.

James Gordon had asked Leo for help, but the senior leader of the Sky Eye Society did not intend to let him get involved in the Shadow Warriors Alliance.

This is already beyond the scope of the Gotham Police Department, and there is no need to affect more people.

"I have confirmed with Lucius that the Wayne Group did lose a microwave transmitter two weeks ago."

Bruce's expression was slightly solemn. These seemingly unrelated fragmentary clues all proved that what Leo said before was extremely credible.

The Kagemusha Alliance is indeed planning a conspiracy secretly, preparing to destroy Gotham just like the Ninja Master said!

Let this city rise again from destruction!

"Do you think Falcone is related to the Shadow Warriors Alliance?"

Bruce thought of Leo's inference last night and couldn't help but feel interested.

The Roman who once ruled Gotham has been quite troubled since returning to the city.

Low-key.

The gangster forces that were paying close attention to him were relieved a little after seeing that Falcone just returned to his old house on the outskirts of Gotham to recuperate, and even refused the earnest requests of a group of family members to meet him.

Maybe this lion, which was once mighty and domineering but now extremely old, really just can't resist the feeling of homesickness and wants to return to his hometown to retire?

Most people gradually agreed with this reason.

After all, Falcone is indeed old. Although he still maintains a majestic demeanor, he has gray hair on his temples, a slightly stooped waist, and wrinkles on his face full of traces of wind and frost.

These seem to be silently telling that the Romans, who were arrogant back then, have bowed their heads and surrendered in the face of cruel years, and their ambitions have been wiped out.

"A famous detective once said that when all odds are eliminated, the truth will be what remains."

Leo put down the tea cup and said with a faint smile: "Falcone chose to return to Gotham at this critical juncture. Not to mention the purpose, just such a move is questionable."

"You destroyed Black Mask's gang and dismantled his rule on Naihe Island, but who was the biggest beneficiary? As far as I know, the Falcone family re-entered Naihe Island two days ago."

"If we continue to deduce this thought, when the Maroni family falls and the Penguin temporarily retreats, who can the Shadow Warriors Alliance rely on?"

After hearing Leo's deduction, Bruce nodded slightly.

He just didn't pay attention to the Romans before, but now that he thought about it carefully, he was very suspicious.

Originally, under the control of the three major mafia families, Gotham was a murky backwater with turbulent undercurrents, but after it was swept away by Leo and Batman, it was easy to see a clue.

No matter what Falcone wants to do, he must have some secret connection with the Shadow Warrior Alliance.

"So what do you want to do?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows, as if he had already thought of a countermeasure.

"Of course I came to visit."

Leo tapped his fingers on the table and replied with a smile on his face.

Their eyes met and they nodded to each other.

…………

Falcone's mansion, located on the outskirts of Gotham.

It doesn't have a huge castle like Wayne Manor.

This is just a very ordinary old house. The traces of time can be seen from the mottled brick walls. The surrounding trees are lush and green, and there is a unique fountain in the center of the courtyard.

Crossing the empty courtyard and walking through the long corridor, there are solid wooden doors on both sides, which contain different secrets and the past.

Walking along the designated route, you will end at a heavy door, made of walnut wood, with exquisite lace patterns and enamel on the door leaf.

When you open the door, you will find a spacious study room with tall bookshelves standing on the wall filled with various books.

Most of them are world history works, there are also a few music classics and scores, and the rest are religious philosophy and financial theory.

On the other side of the wall is the fireplace, with the blazing firelight illuminating the carpet and sofa. Above it hangs a portrait of the Falcone family. The owners of the past generations are standing or sitting in a dignified manner.

"Sophia, my daughter, how is the matter you asked to do?"

A soft voice sounded.

Behind the solid wood desk sat an old man with gray hair on his temples.

He was still wearing an elegant handmade suit, with all the gadgets such as cufflinks and brooches missing. His hair was meticulously combed, and he had a straight posture that was inappropriate for his age.

Just like the portrait hanging on the wall, the old man's calm posture is full of majesty and extraordinary bearing.

Roman!

The former ruler of Gotham!