The Richest Man in the DC World

After waiting for 20 minutes, the host did not receive the positioning signal from the police armor.

In other words, the security system has been completely cracked.

How could the other party break through the core program written by Luke himself in such a short period of time?

Barry Allen said, "The last time the power armor was robbed was the Court of Owls in Gotham City, will it be them this time?"

"No, the Court of Owls is gone."

Linda said solemnly, "This time it's a more dangerous guy."

"He's targeting Tesla, wait, it's going to be big trouble soon."

The train robbery couldn't be concealed at all, and it didn't take long for it to become a hot news in the major media. The terrorist attack five days ago was not over yet, and this happened again now.

The house leak happened to rain every night, and there was no way to hide it.

Gotham City, when night fell, a beam of light appeared over the city, reflecting the dark clouds, revealing the reflection of bats.

Jim Gordon was pacing up and down the roof, frowning eagerly.

The night wind whistled, and a black shadow silently appeared behind him,

"No news yet?"

Jim sighed, "You're finally here, why is it so slow this time."

"I tested something."

Bruce pulls out what looks like a driveshaft.

"what is this?"

"The receiver under the core panel, its material is very special, and only Tesla in the whole world is capable of producing it."

Jim frowned. "You suspect Tesla is the hidden supplier."

Bruce didn't answer, and looked at the city government building not far away. The dilapidated building could vaguely see traces of battle. A few days ago, this place was attacked by unknown armed men. Those people wore power armor and rushed towards the building like crazy. , indirectly causing dozens of deaths.

This incident is extremely bad, not only cast a shadow on Gotham City, but also sounded the alarm for the thriving Tesla.

There is no doubt about the performance of power armor, the police can wear it to fight against the evil forces,

However, once it falls into the hands of criminals, the consequences are difficult to estimate.

It's like Pandora's Box, once opened, there will be endless troubles.

Jim hesitated,

"With Tesla's status quo, this kind of thing should not be done, and there will be no conspiracy."

The words fell, but there was no response. Jim turned his head to look, Batman had disappeared, and there was a folder on the ground.

Jim opened the folder and saw the contents inside, his face changed suddenly,

"Could it be him."

...

Under the night, a dark shadow galloped over Gotham City, passing through the densely packed buildings and arriving at the playground in the suburbs.

It was late at night, but the playground was brightly lit.

The tick-tock music sounded, and the Trojan began to jump, circle after circle.

Bruce stood in front of the Trojan horse and waited quietly. After an unknown period of time, footsteps sounded in his ears. Thalia, who was wearing a black tights, showed his figure, playing with a dagger in his hand, with deep anticipation in his eyes.

"I thought you weren't coming."

Bruce didn't look back and asked hoarsely,

"The terrorist who attacked the city government is yours?"

"good."

Thalia did not hesitate and gave the answer Bruce wanted,

"Why? Why do you do this?"

Thalia spreads her hands,

"We are assassins, we do things with money, and we don't ask why."

"Whose money?"

Thalia smiled and walked to Bruce, hooking his hands around his neck, the button on his chest automatically collapsed, revealing an abnormally full chest,

At this time, Thalia was as attractive as the goddess of Venus. She breathed softly and whispered in Bruce's ear,

"To please me, I'll give you the answer."

Bruce: "..."

The next scene cannot be described in words. In short, after persistent efforts, Bruce, whose legs were a little weak, finally got the information he wanted.

Thalia, wrapped in sheets, leaned on the sofa with a lazy look in her eyes. Seeing that Bruce was leaving, she couldn't help but say,

"You want revenge?"

"They have to pay the price."

Thalia put down the glass, "You'd better give up this idea. The purpose of the Owl Council is to avenge everyone in the Court of Owls who died in the underground labyrinth. It's just a routine, and there is no follow-up."

"What if I must take revenge?"

Thalia sighed,

"The Owl Council and the Assassin Alliance have a cooperative relationship for nearly a hundred years. They are very important partners. If you want to deal with them, my father will definitely take action."

"Bruce, I'm saving you."

Bruce was silent, as if considering the gain or loss.

Thalia walked up and hugged him tightly, "The headquarters of the Owl Council is in Europe, and its members are from all walks of life. There are politicians, soldiers, policemen, and rich people everywhere. They can't solve the problem by force alone."

Bruce whispered,

"Who provided those power armors."

"I knew you would ask this question."

After that, he went back to the sofa and poured two glasses of red wine, "However, I can't tell you."

"why?"

"I'm doing it for your own good, Bruce. You are the hero of Gotham City. It's enough to protect this city, and don't care about the outside world."

Thalia picked up the glass and handed it over,

"That's it, don't look any further."

Bruce took the glass, raised his head and poured it into his stomach,

"I'll ask one last question: Who are your partners in the U.S.?"

Thalia was helpless, the eyes of the other party made her unable to refuse, so she could only dip a drink and write down a person's name on the table.

"Thank you."

After getting the answer he wanted, Bruce turned and left.

Two days later, late at night, in Washington, D.C., in a private villa.

A ghost appeared silently in the back garden, and after hitting four security guards one after another, Bruce, who turned into an assassin, came to the second floor of the villa and found Andrew Varnes who was having sex with his lover.

Andrew Wines, forty-nine years old, graduated from West Point, fought in many wars, retired as an Arizona congressman, and is currently a senior adviser to the studio CIA.

For some reason, he became the liaison between the top officials of the United States and the Assassin League, and he handled many things that were inconvenient to be disclosed to the public.

Bruce knocked out the woman on the bed and pulled up the terrified Andrew,

"Who are you and what are you doing?"

He responded with punch after punch,

Bang bang bang! ! ! !

The iron fists attacked one after another and landed on the stomach, nose bridge, side chest and other parts that are prone to pain. Once they were beaten, Andrew fell to the ground convulsively, his face twisted, and it looked extremely painful.

Bruce grabbed him by the neck and brought it to him, staring at him viciously,

"I ask, you answer."