The Richest Man in the DC World

As the heir to the Wayne family, Bruce controls the world's largest private company and can do almost anything he wants.

Just like the power armor, only through the template provided by Luke, all the secrets of the armor were understood, and the original basis was innovated to create and develop the night suit suitable for Batman.

Sure, some of the technology did borrow from Tesla's patents, but most of it was the Wayne Group's and Bruce's own inventions.

The fully upgraded bat armor is slightly worse than the MAX KI in terms of performance, but has the flexibility, concealment and low-altitude gliding ability that the latter does not have.

Bruce was entangled behind the three like a ghost, and when he realized that the other party's target was the police station, he immediately accelerated.

Under the night sky, the black cloak squeaked, and with the sound of claws breaking through the air, a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of the three of them.

"Batman!"

Suppressed voices echoed around, the three of them were ready to fight, their hands were clenched unknowingly, and the arc of light overflowed from the fingertips, evolving into a crackling current pulse.

The blue energy escapes outward, forming a faint energy stance. It looks very thin, but it has an extremely powerful magnetic defense, which can reduce the damage caused by energy weapons such as flame, frost, and lightning.

Bruce sullenly stared at his opponent. In the past two days, he has obtained the parameters of the MAX KI military power armor through the Wayne family's contacts in the Ministry of Defense, and is more aware of the existence of the back door and defense system.

MAX KⅠ adopts a system of special personnel and special allocation, and the control is firmly in the hands of the White House. Only field backbones with rich actual combat experience and strong combat power are eligible to use it. The first step to enable the armor is to certify the defense system. System approval unlocks combat features such as energy stance, current pulse, and electromagnetic blast.

The armor in front of him is obviously running at full power, which is completely different from that night. It can be said that the court of owls has broken through the firewall of MAX KI and obtained full use rights.

"Damn!"

Bruce cursed inwardly, his legs exerted force, and he jumped into the air.

boom!

The electromagnetic pulse exploded under his feet, and a shock wave mixed with electric current swept around like a hurricane.

The dead man who missed a hit followed closely, and he was punched in the face.

Before the fist approached, the crackling electric sound had already echoed in his ears.

Bruce's expression didn't change.

The right leg slammed against the wall and fluttered to the left, dodging and retreating. When he reached the edge of the roof, he suddenly waved his cloak, and the black cloak rushed towards him, obscuring a large area of ​​vision.

"Be careful behind!"

The warning from his companions sounded in his ears, and the dead man was shocked and suffered a heavy blow on his back. This force was so powerful that he was pushed into the air, jumped over the eaves, and fell down from the fifteen-story building.

MAX KI has no propulsion device, that is to say, the dead man in mid-air can only watch the sky keep going away in despair.

boom!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground came from below, and a trace of complexity flashed in Bruce's eyes, and then he fell into silence. The performance of MAX KI was too powerful.

As to whether that person lives or dies, only God can decide.

The fate of the companion made the remaining two dead men shocked and angry. They thought they would be invincible wearing power armor, but they were taught a lesson by Batman before they could take action.

"Take off the armor and leave, I act like nothing happened."

Bruce whispered to himself, his words full of threats, "If you refuse, then pray, and pray that you won't fall to your death."

The two dead men looked at each other and attacked from the left and right.

Bruce opened his hands, the bowl armor popped out the metal knife, and rushed towards him. His speed was obviously faster than the opponent's, and his body was more flexible. The dead man had just stretched out his fist, and a knife had already been hit in the chest.

He roared, and slammed his fists forward heavily,

Boom!

The chimney was smashed to pieces by the fist wrapped in the electric light, and Batman, who had taken the fatal blow, tumbled backwards, jumped up like an ape, and threw a grenade in the air.

The grenade exploded, and white light rushed toward the face, illuminating the surroundings as if it were daytime.

The eyes of the two dead men were burned by the light, and their vision was white, and they could not see anything clearly.

Bruce rushed up like a shadow, hit the dead man in the air with an uppercut, wrapped his arms around his waist, rushed through the protective wall, and jumped down from the fifteen-story building.

The cry of despair echoed in the night, and soon returned to calm.

Bruce, who used the grappling gun to return to the roof, looked at the last person with a blank expression, the coldness in his eyes was chilling.

"If you want to live, take off your armor."

The dead man roared and rushed up desperately.

Ten minutes later, four police cars appeared at the intersection below. After surveying the scene, Jim Gordon went to the nearby alley to smoke. After a while, a familiar voice came from behind,

"Are you alive?"

Jim nodded, "Thanks to the power armor, or you will die."

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

"Their destination is the police station, most likely you." After a pause, he added, "Like the night three days ago."

Jim Gordon rubbed his eyebrows, looking tired.

"I have to tell you something. The court of owls has broken through the defense system of the MAX KI military power armor. Maybe tonight, maybe tomorrow night, they will start an operation."

"Where did you get this news?"

"It's Luke Xiao, he said it himself. The whole thing is weird. I can't figure out what the relationship between him and the court of owls is now."

Jim Gordon took a few puffs of cigarettes and continued, "I suspect he has some sort of connection to the stolen power armor, or even a GPS location."

"sure?"

Jim Gordon shook his head slightly, "It's all speculation without evidence."

Bruce was silent, and after a while, he suddenly said,

"Perhaps, he is waiting for you to take the initiative to speak."

Jim Gordon was stunned, remembering all the previous conversations, and in an instant, there was an illusion of enlightenment.

Bruce came out of the shadows and stood in the moonlight,

"You can call him, but be careful not to be led by the nose."

"Understood."

Jim Gordon let out a breath. "What do you need me to do?"

"I'm taking a set of power armor with me."

"No problem, there will be a cop heading west later, power armor in the trunk."

At this moment, an urgent voice came from the walkie-talkie.

"Director, it's not good, something happened in the bureau."

Before he finished speaking, the phone was buzzing, it was Harvey Dante, and Jim turned off the walkie-talkie and answered the call,

"What's up?"

"I just got the exact news. Tonight, the owls will all be dispatched to start the night of revenge again. Your name and my name are on the target list."

"Be careful, Jim, don't die."