The little black dragon in the bat nest

"I'm going to make him pay."

In the slightly dim room, the still young child of the Wayne family, who was shrouded in strong sadness, uttered these words word by word. His azure blue pupils were bloodshot, and shadows enveloped the clarity. blue.

Nid Hogg and Alfred stood at the door, and the lights in the corridor slanted down into the house from behind them, casting illusory spots of light very close to the door.

"...if that's what you think."

After a long time, Nid Hogg approached Bruce, the long black slender dragon tail hanging down on the ground, and the figure of the person in front of him was reflected in the vertical red pupils.

Ned Hogg, who has discovered the belief in her heart that she wants to abide by, will not think too much about the reasons. For her, Bruce wants that human being to pay the price, and this alone is enough, enough for her to act. Put it into practice.

Raising his head slightly, and rubbing the tip of his nose against Bruce's cold cheek, Nid Hogg repeated again: "I will fulfill your wish."

"Do not."

Unexpectedly, Bruce said something different this time: "This matter... I want to do it myself, Hei Zi, you just need to stay on the sidelines and watch."

Anything is fine, but only this matter, he has no way not to participate in it personally.

"Of course, if something unexpected happens that I can't prevent, Hei Zi, you can get involved again."

He didn't block the conversation, and he also clearly knew how many external forces have come to Gotham recently, and how muddy the calm pool is. Bruce will not refuse Ned Hogg's help, and he will not forget to treat himself first. layers of insurance.

"Hei Zi, if someone tries to stop me, then please do it again."

Looking at his own dragon, Bruce said softly, "At that time, I'll leave it to you."

"of course can."

Agreeing readily, Ned Hogg and Bruce reached an agreement under Alfred's gaze.

The old butler looked at the young master who was completely blinded by anger and hatred. The voice announcing the criminal's release from prison was clearly recognizable in his ears. A helpless sigh overflowed from the side.

Although he didn't want to see Bruce step by step on the road of revenge, but...

His eyes fell on the faces of the so-called impartial judges on the TV screen. Alfred looked at the smiles on their faces and chose to acquiesce to Bruce's decision.

As the true overlord of Gotham City and the future heir of the Wayne family, Bruce has naturally received an elite education since he was a child, and naturally knows how to use his money and power to deal with a person.

In the past, he just didn't want to understand or use these things, because at that time his father would prop up a pure sky for him in front of him.

But now, I have to do so.

Bruce sat in the living room, with a polite smirk on his face, and sent off the so-called cooperative family who came to see him.

The hand on the armrest tapped the leather surface of the leather sofa, and Bruce analyzed the meaning of the other party's words and what he should do next in his mind.

"Bruce has not been completely defeated, and the heir of the Wayne family can still stand up his spine" to stabilize the morale of the army.

'But for the man who killed his parents, the Wayne heirs will make him have to pay for it'

In the name of Wayne, just this one piece of news was enough for someone to attack the prisoner.But this is not enough, he needs to take substantive actions.

Money, benefits, and ammunition lines can all be remuneration.

Under such conditions, it was enough to deal with a mere rogue, Xiao Hu.Unless, there are other forces behind this involved.

Bruce, who had been busy for a whole week, but was repeatedly hindered in dealing with the prisoner, rubbed his forehead wearily.

'It's clear by now...'

Someone in the media has been watching the prisoner closely. Whenever he finds an opportunity to attack, a reporter "just happens" to appear and interrupt his plan.

There were also people staring at the rewards in the dark; and many people who were a little moved because of the name Wayne suddenly changed their attitudes overnight.

'Somebody wanted to save that guy. '

The jaw was slightly tense, and Bruce's eyes gradually spread coldness: "But I didn't do it thoroughly...is it a provocation?"Or do you want to use this thing to rip the fat off of me? '

Slightly lowering his eyes, the shadow cast by his eyelashes blocked the emotion in Bruce's eyes.

"Of course what we have to do is not simply to be an enemy of that brat in the Wayne family."

Inside the black shadow, on the illusory screen of light, a figure whose face could not be clearly seen made a distorted voice that could not distinguish between men and women.

"It's just a little joke."

If the lucky little guy of the Wayne family broke down in this little prank and really chose to take revenge desperately, and chose to take extreme measures to get revenge on that person, then he would never be able to return to the light.

It's funny, isn't it?Thomas Wayne, the only conscience in Gotham City, is at odds with the entire upper class. ,

But someone like that stands on top of everyone, the uncrowned king of Gotham.

It would be interesting if the son of Thomas Wayne, the future head of the Wayne family, took the opposite path from his father and his family.

By that time, Wayne would no longer be a thorn in their side, and perhaps an ally or even a companion.

"Of course, this is just a harmless prank we played on the Wayne family."

Bruce collapsed and fell into darkness, and it was a wonderful future to join them in reveling in the depravity and decay of the city.

And if he hadn't fallen...

"The status, power and wealth of the Wayne family are really tempting."

In the darkness, someone sighed: "The surname Wayne has sat on the throne of Gotham for too long."

To tear Wayne off, tear him apart, carve up and devour him, would be a feast at that time.

"For the Court of Owls."

A chuckle came from nowhere, and then countless black figures were silent for a moment, singing together, like a group of devout and holy believers: "For the owl court!"

The last heir of the Wayne family, for our future, for Gotham, please degenerate at this moment, or be smashed to pieces.

Gotham doesn't need light, let alone so-called redemption.

In fact, Bruce's ability far exceeded everyone's expectations. He quickly stabilized the Wayne Group, and then used the media to send a signal to the public that "Wayne will not have an accident".

This made countless people look sideways.And what Bruce has done is far more than that.

"Someone is stopping me from revenge."

Standing in a familiar, dark alley, Bruce looked at the man in front of him lying on the ground in a state of embarrassment, looking extremely sloppy, and said calmly, "But as I said, you must pay the price for your actions."

In this familiar place, in this nightmare alley.

The trash can next to it was exactly the same as that night, and Bruce could even see dried dark red blood in the cracks in the ground.

The "accident" was lying on the ground at this moment, panting heavily, and the exposed places on the cheeks, arms and legs were full of scars.

"Oh, it's you, Bruce Wayne."

The robber who had found an opportunity to set up a trap to force him here sneered, and became more calm after finding out that Bruce was alone, and even looked leisurely: "Why, do you miss this place where your parents died?"

Bruce was silent, his eyes narrowed slightly, his hand holding something was clenched, and the protruding knuckles turned white.

"Do you miss it very much, or even want to reunite with your parents?"

Climbing up with some difficulty, the guy whose face could not be seen clearly due to the shadow laughed out loud, stretched out his finger and pointed at Bruce, and even bent down and covered his stomach with a smile: "Although I didn't think that those two people that day The bad guy was Wayne, but that's okay."

He drew a knife from behind his back.

"It doesn't matter, now, a third Wayne will die in an accident."

Bruce's calm face was reflected on the blade, and just when the blade was about to cut through the skin with bleeding, the sudden loss of control and paralysis made him lie on the ground.

"Uh... you!"

"I'm not that stupid."

Looking down at the person kneeling at his feet, Bruce said in a calm voice, "Do you really think that I will come to you without any preparation?" Unless he was really out of his mind.

The dagger held in the palm of his hand slipped slightly, and Bruce held the knife/hilt of the dagger, and gradually approached him.

"You have to pay the price."

"……what a pity."

The person who was lying on his stomach with his head down suddenly laughed: "Your idea may not come true."

The unfamiliar tone startled Bruce, his vision went dark, and the originally weak person had stood up, pinched his neck, and the exposed face was a completely unfamiliar face.

"Your reward is very valuable, Master Bruce."

The other party laughed, and the knife on the fingertips turned into a beautiful knife flower: "By the way, let me tell you one more thing..."

The unknown killer put his face close to Bruce, and the malice in his eyes was about to turn into substance: "Young master, next time, don't trust others easily, and don't entrust outsiders to help you prepare these equipment."

"Someone will betray you."

The person Bruce entrusted was not someone who was as reliable and trustworthy as Alfred, but he was also someone who had followed his father for more than ten years.

The already precarious tower of trust collapsed completely.

Backstab.

"Pfft-"

The feeling of the blade sinking into the chest hurts, but Bruce can't control that much now.

The anger and hatred that had already swelled to the extreme erupted completely——

"Hei Zi!!!"

With permission, Nid Hogg jumped out from the shadows and rushed towards the killer, his sharp claws showing a cold light.

"Sure enough, the Shadow of Fear has something to do with you."

The little psychic killer obviously came prepared, leaping backward in order to avoid the fatal blow, and temporarily let go of the hand holding Bruce's neck: "But don't think that I am so easy to deal with!!"

A lot of people suddenly came around, and a bullet penetrated Bruce's arm during the mixed battle.

The scales on Nidhogg's body were torn off by the carefully prepared weapon, and his irritable and angry mood completely ran away the moment he saw Bruce's injury.

"Roar--!!"

The digital core is in disarray, please force evolution?

"Roar--!!"

wrong evolution.

The moon was blocked, and in the black mist, huge scarlet vertical pupils opened.

The originally laid-back person froze completely in place, and at the moment he looked into the eyes of the scarlet vertical pupil, an indescribable fear shrouded his heart.

The hand holding the weapon trembled slightly, and cold sweat rolled down his forehead.

The black mist dissipated, and what appeared in front of people was a complete monster.

White bones, sharp bone spurs, dilapidated wings, surrounded by an ominous black halo.

Lowering his head, Nidhogg stared at the creatures in front of him. There was only one thought in his empty brain - to kill them.

Kill all life forms in front of you.

The author has something to say: Hei Zi: This is probably...well, blackening.

Hey, I forgot to put the manuscript box, my pot (weeping and beating the ground)

感谢在2021-01-3019:41:44~2021-01-3123:41:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 15 bottles of falling feathers;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!