[Comprehensive British and American] Humanoid weapons

Ghost Blade opened his eyes, surrounded by a very strange environment.

There are no familiar researchers in white coats, and there are no machines that are coldly connected to their own cultivation chambers.

This is a whole new environment.

He sat up slowly, not understanding what happened.

Ghost Blade doesn't know who he really is. From the beginning of memory, he only knows that he is a weapon of Hydra. According to his "father", he is an asset belonging to Hydra.

To be honest, Ghost Blade doesn't know what it means. His thinking seems to have been deliberately adjusted by something, and it naturally becomes a little rigid. In addition, no one communicates with Ghost Blade on weekdays. There are really not many things that belong to me.

A qualified weapon only needs to be obedient.

Ghostblade's "father" told him so.

So the situation at this time is completely beyond the scope of Ghost Blade's understanding.

—It's so strange here,

It's not that it's bad, but it's great.

The clean room, the white walls, and the warm quilt filled with the smell of sunshine are just like a normal human room.

This is not the room a weapon should be in.

Ghostblade sat up, not quite understanding what had happened.

Fortunately, the person who put him in this place didn't confuse Ghost Blade for too long. Less than 10 minutes after he woke up, the door of the room was opened.

The person who came was an old gentleman who seemed very kind.

Ghost Blade gave him a strange look, but didn't speak.

When he was still in the petri dish, his "father" simulated many different scenarios in order to cultivate his obedience, including but not limited to the sudden appearance of strangers.

As a qualified weapon, it cannot show any abnormalities when it does not receive orders from its master. This is to avoid exposing the master's purpose and to cover up its true situation.

Ghost Blade was already familiar with this, so he made a decisive decision and kept quiet.

This could be another test.

Ghost Blade was thinking, but his eyes couldn't help falling on the white-haired old man.

To be precise, it landed on the plate in the old man's hand.

On that, there is food.

It smells a bit like milk, but that's not necessarily the case, maybe it's some kind of dairy product, just smells like milk.

But no matter what it is, it is food after all. For this kind of energy-providing thing, Ghost Blade is not picky.

And, he admitted, he was hungry.

But can not eat.

He did not receive orders from his father, nor did he receive orders from his master. The weapon was not allowed to have its own consciousness, nor was it allowed to make decisions without authorization. He could only watch.

Even very hungry.

Ghostblade pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, which made him look a bit depressed.

"I thought maybe you could eat a little bit first." The physical reaction was inevitable.

The grumbling stomach made the eyes of the white-haired old man bend. He put the milk aside, looked at Ghost Blade with a slightly dazed gaze, and opened the curtains.

At this time, the outside scene finally appeared.

This is a manor, and the Ghostblade knows it.

——When he received the task from the master, he came here once, that was three years ago, and at that time, he was only five years old.

This is Wayne Manor, the house of a very famous rich man in Gotham. It is said that this rich man is extraordinarily rich and extraordinarily playboy. He changes female partners almost every day, and each of his female partners will get A lot of money.

This is a mobile cash dispenser exclusive to Gotham.

Ghost Blade pursed his lips, and finally realized that he might not be in another test of "father", he was really in an unfamiliar environment.

There is no "father" and no master.

Some only have an unknown old man, and a Mr. Money Scatterer who has not appeared until now.

"You can call me Alfred." Afu smiled and looked at the bewildered boy.

Ghostblade was very young, only eight years old, and his unopened face was very similar to Bruce's when he was a child, but he was a little thinner and not as tall as Bruce at that time. He looked small and didn't seem to have much flesh. Not much aggressive.

However, this is just a disguise.

I think of the tasks performed by the code name "Ghost Blade" I saw in the Batcave, as well as the time when it was put into use and the traces of those task completions.

Alfred knew very well that this seemingly silly kid in front of him was completely worthy of the title of his strongest weapon.

However, he is too young, he is only eight years old, he is only that little, and he probably doesn't know what his actions mean. He has done many cruel things under the order of the so-called "master" and accepted many adult actions. Experiments, "weapon tuning" and "post-mission maintenance" that no one can bear.

A trace of distress flashed in Alfred's eyes, and the expression on his face became a little gentler.

"I know you may have a lot of doubts, and I will explain them to you after dinner." Alfred looked at Ghost Blade's unmoved expression, fell silent for a moment, and added: "Your father, too. Think so."

The word father made Ghost Blade's eyes move.

This is a very special word, each test subject has its own separate father, who is responsible for the test subject's debugging, maintenance after the task, and the handover of the master.

In a sense, the father's order is even ahead of the master's order.

No one knows that Ghost Blade has a father, the only one who knows is the master when the mission was handed over.

Every master is different, they change with the task.

Ghost Blade had never seen the person in front of him before, but this did not prevent Ghost Blade from perceiving his emotions.

—He was telling the truth.

Eating is my father's order.

Ghostblade realized this, and he finally moved.

His dry and thin body moved on the bed, and then he stood up at a fairly fast speed.

The milk cup was picked up, and Ghost Blade drank it without any hesitation.

He ate very fast, and in less than a few seconds, he drank a glass of milk, without any reluctance in the whole process.

This is not the normal speed of eating, this is just a behavior, the behavior of being attached to orders.

……

"He really doesn't look like a normal kid, does he?" In the Batcave, Dick stared at the screen and muttered involuntarily: "It's too mechanical."

"Bruce, are you really going to adopt him?" Dick asked.

Batman nodded silently: "He's dangerous."

In fact, it is extremely dangerous. Even though he looks small and helpless, he is still dangerous.

Especially since he still has superhuman genes in his body.

Although not too much has been activated at present, this still allows this child to have some abilities that ordinary people cannot possess.

Not to mention that he still has Bruce's own blood in his body.

Although it was not a serious birth, it was indeed his son.

Whether it is due to regulatory considerations or other reasons, this boy code-named "Ghost Blade" must never be left outside.

Then, being adopted by Bruce Wayne, who looks like a playboy but is actually a big bat, is the best choice.

Seeing that the child on the screen had finished drinking the milk quickly, returned to the original indifferent state and stood by the bed, looking like waiting for an order, Bruce turned off the computer in silence.

"Come on, Dick."

Now is the time for a father to meet his son.