Chapter 94: 26. Find someone to help

The Wayne Manor was burnt down during the "Narrow Island War". This is an entire complex, so its reconstruction will last for one year or even longer. During this period of time , Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham, had to live in the room of the Wayne Building with his old butler in the center.
Frankly speaking, compared to the quiet and beautiful suburbs, the Wayne Building, which is located in the center of the city, is indeed tall and gorgeous enough, but it is too noisy, and people are not conducive to concealment. After nearly being found whereabouts, Bruce . Wayne finally made up his mind.
He reconstructed a bat cave in another hidden place, of course, only a substitute.
From midnight to midnight, the Batmobile with the stealth mode turned silently on a remote street that was already unmanned, like a deeper shadow flowing through the air in the darkness, it is difficult to imagine that this armored car looks exactly like a tank The huge tire of that person running over the ground would be silent.
In fact, it is not silent, the movement is similar to an ordinary car, but for its unique body shape, this is equivalent to the perfect stealth mode.
"Click"
The outer shell of the vehicle slid outwards, revealing a complex interface full of buttons and displays. Bruce Wayne, wearing a bat suit, jumped out of it. His body was somewhat staggered. When jumping off the ground, He reached over and covered his ribs.
There was a wound, it was like being scratched by a sharp weapon. It is hard to imagine that he would be scratched to this point when he was wearing a second-generation bat suit with strong protection .
Seeing Bruce injured, Alfred hurriedly put down the hot coffee in his hand and walked over quickly, holding Bruce's arm,
"What's wrong?"
The old housekeeper asked in surprise, he carefully examined his wound, and whispered, "I don't think anyone in this city can hurt you like this, or say, don't you rush into their encirclement?"
"No, Afu, no."
Bruce took off the bat jacket with difficulty, and the wounds under his ribs looked even more fierce, and his back and chest were covered with various scars, just like the veterans of the Cold War era. It looks shocking.
Heroes are not so good, especially in a city like Gotham, the villains will grind their teeth at the last moment and try to die with him by all means, and the end of abiding by the rules is that he often needs to suffer a lot that can be avoided hurt.
Less than two months later, he was covered with wounds.
"I have treated the wound, stitch it for me, Afu."
Bruce leaned naked on his chair and leaned tiredly on the chair. Alfred took out a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and turned on the light in the basement. Then he took the suture and began to sew the wound. In the process, Bruce's face remained constant. Somewhat bad.
While his wound was being stitched, his thoughts were repeatedly thinking about another problem.
"Afu, there are new enemies in this city..."
He murmured, "The mutants are still a gang. When I hunted them down, I heard that they were using mobile phones to contact each other. This may be a new criminal organization."
"Uh..."
The pain from under his rib made him mumble, and then saw Alfred take off his glasses and sighed.
"Master, you know, the last step of stitching is always painful, by the way, did you just say a mutant?"
The old housekeeper sat back in his place and took a sip of hot coffee.
"No, the mutants will not appear in Gotham, the home base of the radical mutants is in the south, and the moderates are near New York. Gotham lacks the foundation for the formation of mutants. The last mayor also launched a secret eviction, In short, this is probably a restricted area for mutants."
"But I met, Afu!"
Bruce touched the wound where the Buddha was cut by the sharp blade with his arm, and said with a grin, "In the dark, there is a guy who can turn his arms into weapons. He sneaks up close and his martial arts are bad, but the blade They were caught off guard, and finally they ran away."
He leaned his body against the chair and looked at the dimmed light above his head,
"It was really a failed hunt, but what I am most concerned about now is, what are these mutants doing in Gotham?"
Looking at him, Alfred was heartbroken and proud. The young master who once needed his protection is now an adult, and he is working on a cause that will make him great, but what hurts him is that if he If this continues, his physical function will be severely damaged by these minor injuries.
Alfred did not want to see the last blood of the Wayne family end up in a sad end, so he persuaded,
"Master, I am not preventing you from maintaining inner justice, but you are a mortal, you have limits, sometimes you need to stop and rest, and then go on the road again."
Bruce shook his hand. He tilted his head and looked at the black bat jacket hanging next to him, looking at the black helmet on the table.
"I have a limit...I know, but he doesn't! He shouldn't have a limit...well, Afu, I will rest, rest assured, this time it's not perfunctory..."
"Didi Didi"
Suddenly the ringing sound interrupted the conversation between the two. Alfred got up and took out his mobile phone. When he saw the number, he couldn’t help but looked up at Bruce, and then connected it. Amplified, then placed on the table, he asked while drinking coffee,
"Ah, Mr. Cyber, how was your trip to New York going?"
"Fu...Master Afu, you haven't rested yet! Based on your age, you need a healthier schedule, oh, yes, is Bruce there?"
Cyber ​​went straight into the subject, which made Afu cry a little, but Bruce coughed and promised,
"I'm here, Cyber, do you have anything?"
"Have you met a few variants tonight to fight the heroes? Have you fought them, right?"
Bruce's expression immediately became subtle, he pondered for a moment,
"Well, yes, but I am curious, how do you know."
"It's very simple. Their associates were killed by me. This bitch's stuff wanted to attack me. I need you to help me. I just went to the bat cave, but it seems to have been idle for a while, so, Where should I find you now?"
Bruce pursed his lips, and finally he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'll go find you, right in your villa?"
"Ok, I will wait for you."
When the call was interrupted, Bruce and Afu glanced at each other and saw the thoughts in each other's eyes.
"So, the target of these mutants is actually him?"
Bruce rubbed his chin. "It seems that I can make a trip tonight."
"Well, I also think you'd better go out."
Afu reached out and took out a data storage card from the drawer and threw it to Bruce. "This was given to me by Lucius 2 hours ago. You must be interested."
The old housekeeper put down the cup in his hand and stretched out,
"Your children instigated a group of dockers from Narrow Island. Under the leadership of the devil gang, they rushed into the narrow island now occupied by two gangs. It took less than an hour and a half. Use firepower advantage and quantity advantage to defeat the two gangsters."
"They used some less "proper" weapons."
Afu turned and walked towards the gate, he waved his hand back,
"I think they actually did a good deed. Also, I think Cyber ​​said something quite reasonable. Old people like me really need a healthier rest. My young master, bring your own keys, I want rest."
On the other side, looking at the pictures of conflicts like the Middle East war beating on the screen of the mobile phone, Bruce Wayne's face became quite ugly, especially when I saw Cyber ​​destroyed the building with a grenade launcher. At the third layer of the thing, the flash of flame in his eyes almost jumped out.
A moment later, his silent bat jacket on the ship jumped into the bat car and disappeared into the dark night of Gotham.
Saiber sat on the first floor of the villa. They had rested with Daddy and Robin. He was still wearing the black trench coat and sitting like a sculpture in the living room with only one light on.
Two black bone spurs were placed on the table in front of his eyes. The body of the attacker had been thrown into the sea. He reached for one of the bone spurs and placed it in front of his eyes to observe carefully. The darkness could not stop his eyes. Devouring gave him extra night vision abilities.
In his eyes, every trace on the black bone spur was even clearly visible.
This thing has the function of paralysis. He felt it when he was hit just now. It should be a biological anesthetic, and this thing is very strong. It takes him a lot of energy to mark it with a knife. But conical bone spurs are difficult to throw with ordinary methods.
In other words, this thing is probably made by the short mutant with his own abilities, and then shot with his own abilities, and used for sneak attacks at close range, it is almost innocent.
"These mutants... really have tricks."
Cyber ​​grunted, and threw the bone spur on the table. He closed his eyes, his left finger gently jumped on the scabbard placed on the table, his breathing became even, it seemed that he entered a special After a moment, he turned his head to look at the deliberately opened window.
"I knew that you would never learn to walk through the main entrance."
By the window, a man in black clothes and a black cloak dancing in the wind has stood quietly. His armor has been obviously transformed, and it is thicker and stronger than before. The black bat emblem on the chest is more Obviously, the connection between the helmet and the armor is seamless, and several hooks have been added to the wide metal belt to fix the claw gun and other gadgets.
He stood there, with the night in the background, he looked at Cyber ​​in front of him and whispered,
"Why instigate those workers to go to dangerous places?"
Cyber ​​made a headache posture. He took out a few sheets of paper from the sofa next to it, with scribbled strokes on it. He put the gadget on the table and motioned Batman to sit opposite him.
"This matter is over. I hope that the "good" relationship between us will not crack because of this matter."
Cyber ​​pursed his lips and looked at the serious eyes of Batman sitting opposite. He sighed and made a surrender. "Well, I didn't inform you in advance. It was my fault, but this one I talked to Director Gordon about it, and he agreed, otherwise why didn't there even be a patrolling policeman around Narrow Island tonight?"
"Gordon is a good person, and you and I know that he is now stunned and the people don't trust him. He needs to make some achievements to prove his ability, and I am also very unhappy with the who occupy the narrow island. Even if you say, I think you will "punish" them in your own way."
Cyber ​​opened his hands and placed it on the sofa. He put his finger on his forehead and tapped a few times.
"I just helped you do what you want...so don't thank me!"
"If you have to say that I have done something wrong, it is probably to put the innocent in danger, but think about it carefully, when in danger, we cannot always wait for a hero to save us, so in the end , We have to learn to save ourselves, don’t we?"
"You, Batman, can you save everyone?"
"Wow"
His collar was grabbed sharply at this moment, his body was lifted upwards, and Batman’s eyes were staring at him,
"I will punish them, yes, but I will not bet on other people's lives, and you, you never value life, and you always have the wrong reason! You bastard!"
Cyber's eyes were calm.