Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I quickly realized that it was actually not an owl, but a person wearing an owl hood.

Those large, lifeless eyes did not blink, and only the reflection of the lens could be seen where the eyes belonged.The owl's head is seamlessly connected with the human body, forming a monster that is neither human nor bird.

Adolf fell back in shock, "It's the claws! The claws are after you!"

Thank you, an owl head staring at you from the window is scary enough without you needing to stir up the horror vibe.

In a very short time of thinking, the killer called "Claw" threw several throwing knives at us.A few hit the ring of Raggador, and the others that were not blocked were nailed deep into the sofa, with only the handle sticking out of the sponge.

The blocking sound passed, and before my brain could even react to what happened, the sharp claws were already approaching me.

The reflective lenses took all my attention, as if only these eyes were left in the darkness of the room, staring at me coldly.The TV I was playing on my own, and the street lights from the window, all disappeared in my world.

Several throwing knives pierced through his clothes and pierced his body.Rather than obliterating the enemy, the claw is more like playing with the prey like Liwei, using fear to torture the prey to a mental breakdown.

Writhing futilely on the couch, Adolf paused, his eyes opening even wider.

The sharp claw reacted one step earlier than him, and moved extremely fast, drawing the knife and breaking the body.

It's a pity that his speed is slower than the portal that opens and closes at will.

While Mars engulfed the right hand of the claw, the flying knife pierced through the human body.

They hit the phantom and nailed into the wall.The handle of the knife trembled from the force of the two colliding forces.

A bullet pierced Talon's chest from behind, missing the fatal spot, but enough to cripple him.

Followed by left hand, left and right knees.

Talon, who lost control of his limbs, fell to the ground.Adolf screamed strangely, "Didn't you say you don't know how to use a gun?"

"Sorry," I revealed my real body behind the corner of the stairs, and said insincerely, "I lied to you."

The biggest and most critical reason I don't use a gun is because of the recoil of the gun.The larger the caliber and the larger the bullet charge, the greater the recoil.

An ordinary person with normal physical ability uses a small-caliber pistol, and every time he fires a shot, he will feel pain and numbness in his shoulder due to the recoil.In the case of my poor physical foundation, I can fire less than three shots at most without wearing protective gear.

Long-term high-intensity physical training in order to learn guns is not cost-effective for me. In the same amount of time, I can get better results by studying Karma Taj's spells.

The technique and aim of shooting were all taught to me by Bruce later.In the same way that disabled people can use spells to maintain body functions, we use the same principle to remove the recoil of shooting.

This leads to an awkward situation where I don't need to use a gun if I can use spells, and I can't use a gun if I can't use spells.But there is always a time when it can be used, like now.

"It's not cute." Adolf complained bitterly.

I casually replied, "This shows that you don't have the vision to appreciate beautiful things."

Talon fell to the ground, and I kicked his right arm, severed by the portal, away.

After I confirm that he has no ability to hurt me, I will take his two arms back. Before that, I can only treat him as an earthworm for a while.

"Claw, Assassin of the Court."

I half-kneeled in front of him, ready to lift up that creepy owl hood, "Let me see what kind of monsters are hidden under your owl skin."

A young man's face appeared in front of my eyes. Just looking at his appearance, he was no different from other human beings. He had two eyes, a nose and a mouth.

I don't believe that the courtroom is just a gathering place for cosplay lovers.

Adolf next to him also broke his mouth, "I don't think it's as scary as described in nursery rhymes."

I noticed that the unknown Talon never blinked as we stared at each other.

The mask I wear comes with a video recording function. A Fu said in the Bluetooth headset, "Facial recognition has no results yet. I am expanding the search range. It will take more than an hour for comparison."

The goal has been achieved, and I am about to withdraw the hand holding his chin.

There was a sharp pain in my chest, and the pain that spread around a certain point even took away my ability to think for a short time.

Adolf's cry woke me from the numbness of pain.Only then did I realize that the claw had just hit my chest with a knee.

The opponent's ultimate move never stopped, and before I had time to think about it carefully, his tactical boots that popped out the tip of the knife hit me in the face.

The portal opened again, this time in front of me.

The experienced killer immediately changed his target and kicked Adolf who was about to attack while the energy whip was loosening.

"Aww!" The unlucky man was bleeding profusely from his chest.

The sharp pain in my chest left me breathless.Dizzy, Sharp Claw picked up his right arm and pressed it against the incision on his shoulder.

He was as relaxed as if he just kneaded two balls of plasticine together, and the blood-colored fibers were built between the cut and the arm, and the whole process did not take more than ten seconds.

Is this the mysterious bonus of a legendary figure?

There are not a few superpowers with self-healing ability, and there are only a handful of people who can recover at this speed.

escape?

Or find a way to deal with it?

I have no choice, I need clues from him.

One blow failed, and the sharp claws did not continue to strike. He turned over the window sill with his hands, and left as quickly as when he came.

He opened the window with his left hand, and his left arm was not fully grown.

I slid my finger, and the portals opened in the air one after another, and he dodged them.

Talon drew a gun from the weapon sash at his waist.The gun was not aimed at me, and the bullet hit the red heart, piercing the fuel tank of the car outside the villa.

The hot flames engulfed his figure, all the windows near the road were shattered, and the glass shards cut a small hole under my eyes, and there was a small pain in the skin.

Ah Fu seemed to be talking on the other end of the communication, but I couldn't hear it. I reached out and touched it and found that my ears were bleeding.

The world is outside the frosted glass.

I glanced at Adolf on the sofa, he was writhing, looking alive except for the wound on his chest.

Without hesitation, I chased out of the villa. The wreckage of the car after the explosion looked like the bones of some kind of iron beast.I found no trace of Talon ever being there.

Apart from my bleeding ear and the muzzle under my eyes, apart from the photographs taken of the wounded Adolf and I, there is nothing to prove his presence.

I used the portal to move the wreckage of the car, and found the sewer manhole cover underneath.

That's right, that's their course of action.

Bruce has remodeled part of Gotham's sewers, in which various organs, emergency equipment depots and secret doors for escape are hidden.

Of course, his beloved surveillance probe must be indispensable.

Oddly, except today, the probes have never caught a trace of the killer known as "Claw".

I sent Adolf back to the police station. I'm afraid he will have to go to the hospital before he goes to jail.

I didn't heal him because he stole the cat ornament Pepper gave me.

I'm so busy today, I sat on the chair in front of the bat computer and watched today's action video repeatedly, hoping to find more clues.

We know the existence of the Court of Owls, know that its damn members are probably a group of rich psychopaths, know that Talon has a certain self-healing ability, and know that one of their lines of action is the sewers of Gotham.

Other than that, there seemed to be no other clues.

It has been more than 48 hours since Bruce disappeared. According to Alfred and I's initial thoughts, we will tell the three children in the family about the fact that Batman is missing on the third day.

I squeezed the space between my brows, and smiled wryly at Ah Fu who brought me the black tea, "I know why he keeps silent, because he is always annoyed by these crap things."

"You don't need to belittle yourself," said the old butler, putting the dessert by my hand.

"You've done a good job. Not everyone will spend their time and energy fighting mental patients and urban legends."

Alfred was worried about Bruce, but he never let go of even an opportunity to satirize Bruce.He is very British.

"I don't know how his head grows," I rubbed my eyes, "I suspect he has a perspective lens on his eyes."

"Maybe he is a humanoid intelligent AI that will travel over 300 years later." Ah Fu said seriously.

I lay back in my office chair, "That's right, this can explain why he doesn't understand the art of language. I thought they, the old Gotham nobles, have mastered this set of cultivation..."

"Wait." I suddenly reacted.

"Assuming that the members of the Court of Owls are all rich, how did they get together?"

It is too risky to rely on pure social circles to attract members, not to mention that they always have a screening criterion.

They need to make sure that all members are on one side.

When it comes to the camps that exist among the rich in Gotham, the first thing I think of is the second-rate immigrant family with Crane as an example and the upper-class veteran family headed by Wayne.

But Wayne was not on their screen, and Bruce was unaware of the existence of the Court of Owls.

Are there other interest groups that I don't know about?

I faintly felt that I had grasped some kind of spiritual light, but I couldn't figure it out after thinking about it.

At this time, a cheerful voice came from the stairs leading down to the Batcave.

I hastily turned off the display screen of the bat computer.

Dick bolted in with a box. "Not fair!"

He was not angry, and mostly winked jokingly, "Bruce brings you gifts every time, and he never remembers the rest of us."

"I want to remind you." I tapped the ground with my toes and turned around, "He also took you to open small stoves quite a few times."

"It's different," Dick said, and he pushed the box into my hands. "Seriously, you only have one neck and two ears and ten fingers, and I hope he doesn't give you any more jewelry."

Is this a gift from Bruce?

when?

I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the carton.

Underneath the exquisite packaging is an unremarkable book.

It's not a hardcover book, and it's not a famous book.

On the contrary, this book is of no use to the vast majority of people.

The title of the book is "Gotham City Planning".

Some people seem to have anticipated the current scene a long time ago.