Meiman: Get the Pleasant Goat template at the beginning

Chapter 114 Guess who hasn't driven the Batmobile
Ian and Bruce left the theatre, and he didn't take back the golden cudgel, twirling it in his hand.

Gordon, who arrived late with the police, saw this scene and joked: "So you are still a little rich man, why didn't you see it before?"

As one of Batman's allies, Ian and Gordon have met more than once, and they can be regarded as friends, and it's not a big deal to joke with each other.

"I found this short staff from the dead man."

Ian interrupted Gordon's complaints in advance, explaining: "This thing is a magic item, and the police under you can't find any clues on it.

I took it out to show off, because I want to detect what the attacker's target is? "

If the assailant, the copperhead, jumped out to grab something, it proved that the other party came for the golden cudgel.

If the other party doesn't respond, it proves that their attack on Dr. Jones has another purpose, and they need to go to his home or office.

The old policeman Gordon immediately understood Ian's plan, glanced at him, and thought: Another character as troublesome as Batman.

He ignored the fact that the gold short stick should be confiscated as evidence of the deceased, and said to Ian and Bruce: "Since you have your own plans, leave immediately and don't interfere with the police's business here."

"Yes, Commissioner Gordon!"

Ian stood at attention and saluted Gordon, with a playful smile on his face, without much respect, and he was fisted by the old policeman.

But Ian twisted his body, dodged directly, stuck out his tongue and said, "It didn't hit me!"

"Stinky boy!"

Gordon smiled and cursed, but he was not angry, but felt that Ian was more energetic than Batman.

Harvey Bullock, dressed as an old detective from the last century, asked with a cigar, "Gordon, what should I do now? Wait for Batman to check the body?"

"An old dealer who smuggled cultural relics, if he didn't die in the Gotham Theater, there were reporters, and the mayor was in a hurry, I wouldn't care how he died."

Gordon knows exactly how the Gotham criminal network works.

"Find two policemen to take the body away, leave a few brothers to put on a show, and appease the hearts of those rich people, everyone else should leave!"

Gordon wrapped his coat tightly and muttered, "It's late at night, come out and mess around without sleeping, I still have a baby girl to take care of!"

Old Harvey is a veteran in this field. Using the internal communication channel of the police station, he quickly pulled up his posture. It looked very lively, but he was actually acting.

"Gordon is much better at marketing than your wooden face."

Alfred sent the Batmobile near the theater through the driverless system.

Bruce changed clothes on the spot and transformed into Batman.Ian was standing aside, mercilessly complaining about the old bat's rigid principles.

"Hurry up and get in the car, we're off!"

Ian looked at Batman's back and shook his head, leaned forward and asked, "Can you let me drive the Batmobile?"

Batman's neck was straight: "Your Thunder is obviously more advanced than the Batmobile."

Ian swung his right index finger and said, "It's two different things, do you agree or disagree?"

Batman looked at the steering wheel and moved to the passenger seat: "Come on!"

"Alas!"

Ian raised his hands and cheered, jumped directly to the driver's seat, took out his mobile phone and snapped a few photos: "Next time I see Dick, I will definitely throw these photos on his face and make him envious of me."

There's no Robin who doesn't want to pilot the Batmobile alone, but so far, no one has managed to.

Dick, the eldest brother of the Bat family, covets the driving seat of the Batmobile all the time.

"It's almost done, are you still investigating the case?" Batman reminded with black lines all over his face.

Ian reluctantly put away his cell phone, closed the car door, put on his seat belt, started the engine, stepped on the accelerator, and the Batmobile sprinted out, galloping along Gotham Highway.

"Where are we going?" While Ian was addicted to driving, he didn't forget the business.

"Selena told me that Dr. Jones hid his most precious collection in a back room in the school office."

"Alright, Gotham University, let's go!"

Ian slammed on the accelerator again, and the Batmobile opened at full speed, with the power to stop criminals from crying, passed through the largest slum in Gotham, and plunged into the History Department of Gotham University.

Batman jumped down from the passenger seat, supported the car body, stared at Ian with a faint light, and asked, "Do you know that there is something called brakes in this world?"

"I know!" Ian replied energetically.

"Now that you know, why don't you step on the brakes, I'm about to be vomited!"

Batman closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and said to Ian sternly, "You don't want to touch my Batman car again!"

"It's okay, anyway, I've had enough fun and even took pictures."

Ian waved his phone and laughed wildly: "This is not a loss!"

"Walk."

Batman resisted the urge to spit out the boy's face, flung his cloak and walked towards the history department building.

"How old is he, I can't help being funny!" Ian stuffed his phone into his pocket, and followed Batman in a low voice.

As a local snake, Batman is familiar with the terrain!

The two people raised their feet and then fell down, walking in the empty teaching building without making a sound.

Batman traveled around the world, learned real kung fu from fighting masters from various countries, was trained by master ninjas to stealth skills, and combined with the high technology of the Wayne Group, he was relatively silent.

But Ian walked in the aisle swaggeringly, looking the same as usual, but there was no sound.

Batman can guess without thinking, this kid must have used superpowers, but he is not envious at all.

"We have arrived!"

The two walked to the office on the far right on the first floor, and the gilded plaque read "Dr. Harrison Jones".

Other than that, the office doesn't look like anything special, it's exactly the same as other teachers' rooms.

Ian looked at the locked door and sighed: "If you only look at the appearance, it's hard to imagine that this is the house of Gotham's biggest cultural relic smuggler."

"Appearance is only the last resort to get to know a person!" Batman squeezed out this sentence from his throat.

"It's like this building looks very peaceful now, but there are actually two super villains hiding in it?"

Ian reached out and pressed on the wooden door of the office. He heard two objects moving inside, one of which was still huge.

"The other party may be one step ahead of us, or just waiting for us here."

"It doesn't matter, the two of us won't lose anyway."

Batman nodded, and Ian exerted strength with his arm, and the wooden door broke away from the control of the hinge, and flew out directly, hitting the people in the room.

Batman would only beat people half to death, but Ian didn't want to be so troublesome. Although he didn't use all his strength, it was enough to kill an ordinary person.

boom!
The solid wooden door collided with a black shadow that looked like a wall, and exploded instantly, shattering into small pieces of wood that splashed out in all directions.

Batman pulled up his cloak in front of him, and the woven composite fiber cloak bounced off shards.

"You made too much noise!" Batman put down his cloak and complained to Ian.

Ian grinned, pointed into the room and said, "It's the movement that catches the eye. Aren't you scared by me when you look at the two things in the office?"

The two people who came one step ahead of Ian, or things, one is a strong man dressed as a tiger, and the other is a huge shark standing like a human.

"Nanase, it hurts!"

The standing great white shark blocked most of the debris splashed out after the wooden door shattered, and small red and swollen bags appeared on the gray-white skin.

"I seem to know who is planning all this behind the scenes!"

When Ian saw the silly King Shark, he immediately thought of a fat woman whose face was completely black.

"Who?" Batman turned his head.

At this time, the strong man dressed as a tiger hiding behind the Shark King rushed out like lightning, showed his sharp claws, and killed Ian.

Persimmons should be picked softly, in the eyes of others, Batman is very hard!

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