[Comprehensive Anglo-American] To be a king can save the world

On the eve of Christmas, Gotham already has a Christmas appearance. The thick snow has decorated this Gotham-like city with a supernatural appearance, which is not as cold as it used to be.

Red and green trinkets are hung on every store door, Christmas trees are placed on the streets, and colored lights are hung. No matter where you are, you can always hear Christmas carols, and there are lights and festoons everywhere.

Almost all factories have stopped operating, and the workers ushered in their Christmas holiday two days ago.

Children wearing Santa hats laugh and run on the street, couples kiss under the fireworks, and a family of three hold hands and walk in the neighborhood. This is a happy holiday that everyone enjoys.

Oh, except the one that never gets a holiday.

At this moment, in the black-masked arsenal, thugs in black suits and masks are patrolling with guns in hand.

There is no feeling that Christmas is coming in the arsenal, it is still raw and cold with the smell of gunpowder, and there is no cheerful singing outside except their footsteps.

And the mysterious shadow hidden under the footsteps.

Black Mask's subordinates discussed Batman as if no one else was around. This was their daily pastime. The day-to-day patrol work brought them endless emptiness and boredom and the never-ending fear of Batman.

Talking loudly can be effective in assuaging their fears and... confirming that the companion is still alive.

No one knew that Batman was watching them coldly above their heads, and the shadows came as promised.

Batman's powerful hands grabbed the heads of the two and slammed them together. He lifted his cloak to avoid bullets, and then lurked like a shadow.

Until the last thug fled in a hurry, Batman fell from the sky, tied the man's hands to the rope and threw him down the stairs without hesitation, hanging dangerously in the air like a piece of bacon in the wind.

After Batman learned the location of the black mask from the mouth of the thugs, he didn't pay any attention to the piece of 'bacon'.

He nimbly climbed up the ventilation duct and disappeared into the arsenal again. Except for the thugs lying on the ground, no one knew that this place had been visited by Batman or his little followers.

The computer is showing the way for Batman. As a supercomputer with satellite network covering the location information of the whole Gotham, it can guide Batman the way even in the ventilation duct.

Batman ran right to the office where Black Mask was.

Christmas, a sweet and painful holiday.

The sweetness belongs to the ordinary people of Gotham, what about the Bat family?Batmen have nothing, oh they have pain.

They'd have to be out and about for a week, until all the criminals were caught where they belonged, or the Christmas rush was over.

Most criminals will take advantage of Christmas to do a lot of work, just like their holiday activities. Gotham has a tradition. They always choose the time when there are the most people and when everyone enjoys the holiday the most.

All members of the Batman are doing their best to send those notorious lunatics who escaped from Arkham Asylum and black prisons back to where they belong.

Maybe it’s been a long time since there was a Christmas with only family members without explosions and blood. The cleaning operation this time was very fast. In the two days before Christmas, basically all the criminals who escaped from the prison were sent in.

Dick returned to Gotham from Bloughhaven to help clean up. He looked the same as before. Perhaps, he had come out of the shadow of Ryan Brea's death.

This over-the-top cleaning operation made Batman aware of something abnormal.

It was as if something bigger wasn't happening.

Black Mask has been quiet for too long, this is not like Black Mask's usual style of doing things.

When Batman checked, he found some clues.

Black Mask is trading with the forces outside of Gotham, and Batman has failed to thoroughly investigate the forces outside. After all, the outside is not his Gotham, and it must not be completely under his control.

He asked Tim to investigate a little bit. Tim was almost caught by the intricate black forces. It's better not to act rashly until he finds enough clues.

But since Black Mask is Gotham's power, he has to pay for anything he does. Batman doesn't expect Black Mask to do any good.

Chick, you expect a bad guy to do good things?

I'm afraid Black Mask has a 'big surprise' in store for this Christmas.

Now Batman is here precisely because he has obtained enough information to point to Black Mask's current hiding place.

Whatever Black Mask was planning to do, he was in big trouble.

Batman thought with a blank face, and he glanced at the highly nervous person in the chair in the thermal vision mirror.

He frowned.

He kicked open the iron fence of the ventilation duct and jumped down.

There is a man sitting on the office chair with a black mask. He is tied to the chair with a seal on his mouth. He looks in horror at the sudden appearance of Batman.

Apparently the poor guy was a stand-in hired by Black Mask, and Batman wasn't too worried about Black Mask getting away.

He had expected that the old and cunning guy Black Mask would do this.

Batman unhurriedly pressed the headset to let the others immediately guard the exit, he punched the man tied to the seat in the abdomen, and then tore off the seal on the man's mouth.

"Where's Black Mask?" Batman growled.

Being thrown out by the boss against Batman was enough to scare him, but he was punched again, and he immediately told the beans all he knew.

"..I don't know..Boss has been gone for a long time, he was in the lab before..Now I don't know..Batman..I really don't know.."

Batman glanced at the man coldly, he naturally knew that what the man said was true, he didn't have the guts to lie in front of Batman.

"Where is the laboratory?"

...

The power supply has been damaged, and the laboratory cannot turn on the lights normally.

Batman turned on the night vision goggles to see what's in the laboratory.

There are several petri dishes in a laboratory about the size of a classroom. The petri dishes have been opened, and the nutrient solution that should have been in the petri dishes has flowed all over the floor. The petri dishes were violently smashed.

Batman's combat boots creaked on the broken glass, and he walked around to several petri dishes, his gray-blue eyes swept over the debris on the ground and the shattered shapes of the petri dishes.

He automatically simulated and restored the picture in his mind.

It doesn't look like it was smashed from the outside, but it looks like something in the petri dish smashed the petri dish.

A petri dish of this size should contain people.

Suddenly, Batman felt something and looked back.

The corridor was dark, only the sound of water ticking and ticking could be heard. This was the corridor Batman came from, and nothing could be seen through his night vision goggles.

But he clearly felt that someone was standing in the corridor looking at him just now, only for a second, or less than a second.

It was a dark and cold gaze, without any malice, just staring at Batman, and then disappeared the moment Batman turned his head.

illusion?

No, Batman never believed in illusions.

Batman shuttled vigilantly through the laboratory. He picked up the trash can and picked up the crumpled documents inside. He opened the document. Most of the document was soaked with ink, and it was almost impossible to see what was written on it.

Only a few words were not stained by ink.

His eyes quickly scanned those words, and Batman's pupils shrank suddenly.

"Hide now, don't let the black mask find you, hurry up!" Batman's rapid growl exploded in the microphone, making everyone stunned.

"...Did something happen...Bruce?" Red Robin asked suspiciously, he squatted on the dripping beast, his eyes fell on the exit he was guarding without blinking.

"Black Mask bought artificial weapons outside."

There are many organizations involved in the man-made weapons program. The Hydra led the creation of the Winter Soldier, and later they sold the technology to other organizations to create many and powerful man-made weapons.

Judging from the current data stored in the bat computer, the combat power of an artificial weapon is about as strong as that of Bane. Bane once broke Batman's spine, and no one in the Bat family dared to underestimate Bane.

Bane may not be the most threatening to the Bat family among the Gotham villains, but his fighting power makes every member of the Bat family have to face it with [-] points of energy.

Batman just roughly counted the number of petri dishes, and there were at least ten artificial weapons.

Nightwing stood at the highest point, with his arms crossed, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes when he heard Bruce's words. The man-made weapon reminded him of the man-made weapon that attacked him in Bruhaven.

The "little toy" provided by the League of Assassins is said to be not a complete body. Although it is only an experimental body, the damage it can cause is already quite astonishing.

Didn't expect the finished body to be completed so quickly?

Inevitably, Dick felt an uncontrollable rage when he sensed that there was an emotion on the verge of coming out.

He knew that when he failed to control the emotions that poured out like a flood, the existence that he missed and loathed was coming again.

A young man in a black suit was sitting at the bird's-eye view point. In front of Dick, there was always a gentle smile on his handsome face, and his eyes, which should have been as beautiful as aquamarines, were gray.

He swayed his feet leisurely, propped his chin on his palm, and looked into the distance.

"Oh, those artificial weapons? I remember someone sending 'it' against me."

"It's just right to go now, Mr. Grayson. Can you hit ten at a time? I mean ten artificial weapons." Ryan's tone was more contemptuous.

Dick didn't even look at him, he was always reminding Dick repeatedly to do something related to 'Lyan Brea', remember him forever, and never get out of the haze of the past.

Dick was tired because this wasn't his boss, he'd always known it.

A fantasy in the empty shell of an officer, born out of a fantasy he still refuses to get out of.

A thought that represented that he still hadn't been able to get out, and was constantly trying to make him stay.

Dick played with the short stick, and in the next second, he hit 'Lyan' without hesitation, and 'Lian' who was hit by the short stick turned into a cloud of mist and disappeared.

He breathed out, and seemed to see a golden and green figure running past just now.

"It's late, Bruce. Damian seems to have passed."

"Damian?" Then, no matter how they called Damian's name in Maili, they didn't get any reply from Damian.

Damian lost touch.

The only way to make Damian lose contact is if he is defeated and unconscious or the signal is blocked.

However, the location belonging to Damian is still flashing nearby, which only proves that Damian's signal has not been blocked, so there is only one left.

The members of the Bat Family immediately rushed to the location shown in Damian's terminal in a tacit understanding.

It was Tim who arrived at Damian's position first, and he landed on the blob with a hooked spear, quietly hiding himself in the darkness.

"I'm here, I saw the little devil, he's fine, he's just knocked out."

The soft hair was blown up by the wind and landed on Tim's face, a little itchy, his eyes widened and he didn't have time to take care of the naughty hair, his eyes shrunk in astonishment and reflected the picture below.

"..Wait..What is this?...What's going on?" Tim's unique youthful voice couldn't conceal the shock.

"What? Tim, what did you see?"

Tim did not choose to answer, but directly turned on the synchronizer, and he could synchronize what he saw with his eyes and the sound he heard to all communication channels in real time.