Marvel Comics: Starting with the Ability to Replicate Superhuman Talents

"Bang!"

Another security guard fell to the ground, and the severe pain in his back made him cry out.

"You, you can't do this!"

The security uncle was a middle-aged man with a big belly. He struggled to hold up the strange man wearing a red and blue mask.

The other party was standing under the bank counter at the moment, and the marble pavement in the hall was full of broken glass.

Just a few minutes ago, this man suddenly appeared in the bank lobby, smashed the bank's bulletproof glass with a terrifying gesture, and asked the teller to put all the US dollars in the sack he brought.

The security guards who came quickly wanted to stop this guy.

But when someone saw that the bullet hitting him only caused some weak sparks, people's fighting spirit collapsed. Then the man seemed to disappear out of thin air. When he reappeared, all the security guards were knocked unconscious by him.

"can not be like this?"

There was a cold snort in the mask. Clark grabbed a lot of dollar bills from the cashier counter and put them into the sack. He raised his middle finger to the security guard. The huge ruby ​​flashed under the light. Clark sneered: "I want to do it." Whatever, do whatever you want!”

After all the sacks were filled with money, Clark picked up the sacks and disappeared like a gust of wind under the desperate gaze of the security guard, leaving only a mess on the floor in the hall.

"Thank you. Now, friends, I'm asking you to join me in investing in the future of Gotham City. I promise you that if we join hands, if we work together, then"

"A better, brighter Gotham is only a dream away!"

Bruce finished his speech and walked off the stage.

What ensues is a never-ending conversation, with people vying to talk to Bruce Wayne and talk about the plans for the future Gotham he mentioned.

After another round of talk, the butler Afu walked to the seat next to Bruce and praised: "Well done, Mr. Bruce, it's inspiring, but..."

"Thanks, Alfred."

Bruce smiled.

"However, you didn't mention that you plan to build a large number of bat bunkers throughout the city?" Afu joked, tilting his head.

Bruce smiled and responded: "Next time, Ah Fu, next time."

"So you're here, Bruce."

A female voice interrupted their conversation.

A woman named Vicki Ware with long blond hair was wearing a light blue dress and looked at Bruce with a smile on her face: "The speech was so shocking, Bruce."

"If I hadn't already given Gotham's exclusive title of Son of Tomorrow to Lincoln, then it must belong to you."

"Let me introduce you."

The woman pulled the man behind her, a tall, middle-aged man with black hair and a suit.

The woman introduced: "Lincoln March, Bruce Wayne."

"Hello." Lincoln smiled and held out his hand.

Bruce stretched out his hand in response, holding both hands together to show friendship. Bruce smiled and said: "Mr. Lincoln is running for mayor. I have heard about you, and your March Ventures clinic branch in the East Side is run by you." Funding, right?”

"Wow, I'm honored that Mr. Bruce has come so far."

Lincoln was a little surprised, and then smiled even more enthusiastically.

But soon, Lincoln also asked Bruce about Gotham City's future city plans and showed strong interest.

After all, this is Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham. No one can stop what he wants to do.

Bruce was about to chat with Lincoln for a few more words, but he noticed that Chief Gordon in the corner picked up his cell phone, and the other party's originally relaxed brows were furrowed.

No need to guess, this must be another major event in Gotham, and it was a major event that the idiots in the police department couldn't solve that would lead to Gordon being blamed.

Bruce stared at Gordon's lips. His experience traveling around the world taught him how to read lips.

He watched Gordon's lips move and close, translating the same words in his mind.

"What? Wayne Bank was robbed?" Gordon looked ugly: "Dozens of security guards were knocked down by one person?!"

The middle-aged man took a deep breath to calm down: "Bullets can't damage it? Is this true?"

"Oh my God, this is crazy. I wouldn't be surprised if Jesus was resurrected."

"I'll be there soon."

After saying these words, Gordon stood up and left the banquet.

But there was a glint in Bruce's eyes, ignoring bullets, super fighting skills, everything made a figure flash in his mind.

The mysterious masked man standing in the alley pointing his finger at him, the masked man who lured him to the maze to torture him.

"Sorry, Lincoln, I have something to do right now. We will talk about "Gotham Tomorrow" another time."

Bruce wasn't going to waste any more time.

For Bruce, or for Batman, building Gotham is far less attractive than exploring the mystery of Gotham.

"Okay, I won't bother you." Lincoln smiled empathetically.

Bruce walked away while using the headset to call his old butler and loyal assistant: "Afu, help me activate the Batcave located underground in this hall."

The cold wind whistled on Gordon's brown windbreaker, making a "whistle" sound.

"call."

Gordon blew out a smoke ring.

He was now standing outside a Gotham City bank. The revolving glass door was shattered. It looked like a disaster like a drunk driving a car into the bank and making a big hole.

Police cars had already surrounded the damaged bank.

Many police officers were busy setting up cordons around the area, and some were asking the only sober security guard to take notes on the details of the scene.

"Da~"

Gordon flicked the cigarette butt, waved his hand and gave the order: "Everyone stay here, I will go in and take a look."

He was afraid that the robbery was a gang crime, and it had been three or four months since he came to the Songtan Police Station. Gordon knows that there are many corrupt officials in Gotham.

Gordon bypassed the cordon and walked into the hall.

There were shards of glass on the floor and a broken bank counter.

There were also the dented fist marks on the wall, all of which made Gordon feel dizzy.

He didn't understand why he always encountered such bad things since he took office.

But complaining can't solve the problem. Just when Gordon was about to ask professionals to remove the dented palm prints, which was the only clue here, a low and hoarse voice sounded behind Gordon: "Give me a minute before your people destroy the scene." time."

"who?!"

Gordon's heart tightened, and he turned around with his gun drawn. Then he saw the mysterious man hiding in a dark cloak and wearing a bat mask, leaving only a "butt" chin.

Gordon pursed his lips slightly and said in a complicated tone: "It's you again, Batman."

In the past few months in Gotham City, Gordon has also developed a tacit relationship with this mysterious man. The other person will always appear on the scene in Gotham before him and make requests to handle cases.

Gordon refused at first. I am a policeman, but I still need the help of an outlaw?

But soon, the poor ability of the Gotham police left Gordon with no choice but to choose to trust the mysterious man and fight crime with him.

Gordon put away his gun and asked Batman: "Batman, what do you think?"