The world lets us meet Super Bat Super

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Bruce has been in this world for more than a week.

He had spent the entire week studying and investigating the ruins. Now that he had fully grasped the basic situation of the world, even if Clark threw him out now, his eyes wouldn't be blackened.

But in contrast, his investigation of the ruins has never progressed, which is obviously not a simple task to complete.

After several unsuccessful attempts, Bruce made it a priority to find a stable source of income.

Blue Enchantress, the largest casino in the metropolis, has gathered more than 130 game modes. People of all levels are welcome to come and play. Cheap clothes were not rejected either, the waiter led him into the lobby with a professional smirk.

It is not yet the time when the business is booming, and there are not many people in the lobby on the first floor, but there are many facilities on display, from the simplest comparison of size to large-scale gambling projects that test the calculation ability of gamblers, everything is here.

After spending this week, the money Clark gave him was only enough to buy another chip.

For ordinary gamblers, this mere chip may not even make a sound.

But he just won.

So the chips in his hand suddenly became ten.

Bruce never thought that he would have so-called good luck, so he never touched projects that were purely gambling on luck, but when it comes to calculations that rely on the brain, who can count on Batman?

As for the small mechanisms that usually exist in casinos, Bruce has seen many of them in the years he traveled, so there is naturally a way to make them all invalid.

As a result, the amount of chips in his hand kept turning upwards almost at a rate of interest. In less than a morning, Bruce's funds in hand increased by nearly [-] times.

I don't know when it started, the number of people in the hall gradually increased, and many people gathered around and bet with him.

The dealer's younger brother's forehead was already covered with sweat.

However, Bruce didn't intend to regard gambling as his legitimate business. After winning another game, he felt that the funds were almost ready. He ignored the gamblers behind him who were looking at him anxiously, and simply cashed out all the chips.

The bulging wallet when I entered the door turned into an unregistered card when I went out, with about 100 million US dollars in it.

A number that is not small, but it is not enough to make a large casino turn its face.

Not long after heading out, Bruce felt he was being watched.

Baby Bruce turned into an alley unconsciously, and in his body, the big bat that had been silently lurking for many days stretched out its wings coldly.

"Stop, kid." In the dead-end alley, people hiding in the dark finally showed their minions, and three strong men surrounded him in a triangle shape, blocking him in the dead-end alley.

A man with a scarred face in the middle is still holding the gun in his hand, pointing the gun at Bruce, "Hand over what's in your bag"

Baby Bruce raised his hands in horror, and stammered, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Stop being stupid, kid, you probably don't want me to accidentally slip my hands." The man shook his cock in front of Bruce's eyes and said with a smirk.

"Okay, I'll give it to you, I'll give it to you, don't hurt me!" Bruce's voice was almost crying, he frantically took out the card, and was about to hand it over.

There was a hint of contempt on the man's face, and he was about to take it, but saw the other party's finger flicked, a white shadow flashed, and then he felt a sharp pain in the hand holding the gun.

He lowered his head and found that the card was deeply embedded in his flesh.

The man let out a scream belatedly, and stretched out his hand to cover his arm, but a huge force hit him head-on, knocking him dizzy, and then he was spinning again.

He realized that he was thrown up and his back hit the ground so hard that he almost felt like he was about to vomit blood.

The gun he brought to strengthen his courage had long since disappeared, and the surge of fear in his heart almost drove him crazy.

With the last of his consciousness, he heard the cries of pain from his brothers.

...and then he was really scared and fainted.

"..."

Bruce has to admit that the city's folk customs are simple and there is no trace of Gotham.

He turned the gun that fell into his hands at some point, and disassembled it into parts all over the place.

Taking care of the three gangsters is not even a warm-up for Batman. Relatively speaking, the serious discomfort brought about by losing the disguise and showing the real face makes him feel even more uncomfortable.

Usually he will not easily use his real identity to do something, even if there is no way to avoid it, he will arrange everything in advance to make it more like an accident.

However, as a person with no identity, no background, and no past, in this world where he does not exist, concealing his identity is not so important.

Bruce pulled out the bank card, wiped off the blood on it, and said in a low voice, "Send it to the police station, I think you should be familiar with them."

The bewildered Mr. Superman poked his head out from behind the clouds, and landed quietly again.

Facing the three people stacked together in the shape of a corpse, he frowned slightly and complained, "If this was the scene when I first saw you, I would definitely think you are a super villain."

"Hmm." Bruce grunted in reply.

On this point, if the first thing he comes into contact with is not the real side of Superman, but the reports of the news media, he is definitely a loyal supporter of the threat theory of Superman, and he will not give up until he monitors that guy 24 hours a day kind of.

Superman sighed, feeling that he had made a disastrous decision to skip work this time.

However, he obediently picked up the person on the ground.

"Wait for me for 5 seconds." He said, before disappearing into the sky.

Bruce tidied up his wrinkled clothes, and before his heartbeat counted to 5, the red and blue superhero appeared in front of him again.

"I took them to the hospital and the police will take over there later."

"Is there no one else you need to save right now?" Bruce glanced at him.

Clark tilted his head and listened for a while, "A little girl is calling me to rescue a kitten trapped in a tree, but the kitten's meow is very comfortable, it should be staying there basking in the sun, I think it's okay Go later."

"...Your business scope is really wide." Baby Bruce complained.

Should he be thankful that all the cats in Gotham are going down trees by themselves?

"How are you getting used to it?" Clark returned to the topic.

"Not bad," Bruce replied, "That friend of yours is interesting."

"Clark told me about the things you told him before." Superman smiled, showing a row of white and neat teeth, "Although he said he had already told it, I still want to say thank you personally ,This is very important to me."

"So did you find the answer?" Bruce asked.

Clark laughed again, "I wanted to be Superman myself, and that's my answer."

Thank you, I almost forgot.

Bruce didn't speak anymore, but Clark's super vision allowed him to see that the corner of Bruce's mouth was raised by 0.01 mm.

Clark thought he was probably happy too.