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Chapter 235 The King in Cien Port! (Please support!)
Ian burned the parasitic demon to ashes, then pulled out the assassins hiding in the shadows one by one, broke their limbs, and removed their jaws to ensure that they would not commit suicide, then turned to look at Superman and Victor.

The two people were still entangled with the red whirlwind, rolling around in the sky and on the ground.

"What are you two doing?" Ian flew helplessly in front of Superman, waved his hand to disperse the hurricane blowing in his face, and said to Superman without looking back: "Is a robot that has not yet awakened to wisdom so difficult to deal with?"

Victor explained for himself: "There is a force field formed by a hurricane around this guy. Every time we want to do something, we will be blown away by this force field and cannot stabilize at all."

The complete version of the Red Tornado was originally an energy entity created by a life form. After being defeated, it came to Earth, entered the robot body created by Dr. Moreau, lost its memory, and became the real Red Tornado.

Obviously, the robot that Ian is facing now has no intelligence. Although he can stir up strong winds at any time, he can only act according to fixed logic, which is really not difficult to deal with.

"Follow my command."

Ian waved his hand and ordered: "Superman, rush forward and catch this robot. Victor is ready to invade its system and shut it down."

"Follow my command, come on!"

The moment Superman heard Ian's order, he rushed out and tore open the rotating hurricane like a chisel. After approaching the red whirlwind, his arms closed like pliers, directly controlling the red whirlwind's actions.

The moment he did so, Ian pushed Victor and the two came to Red Tornado.

Ian directed: "Connect your external port to the robot."

Victor nodded blankly. He was not used to fighting at this level yet, but following Ian's command, things became much easier.

The structure on his arm opened, and several cables protruded from the inside, which were connected to the Red Tornado robot. It instantly broke through the firewalls and seized control. With a command, the robot that could stir up strong winds stopped moving.

"Let's go to the watchtower." Ian said to Superman who wanted to ask: "Now that the mother box is in hand, it's time to think about how to use this powerful but also very dangerous prop."

The Wayne family's private plane landed at the airport near Cien Port.

Alfred said to Bruce who came up the ladder: "I have followed your instructions and investigated the Curry family, the keepers of the Cien Harbor Lighthouse, in advance. Tom Curry is a truly good man, with dozens of Over the years, the lighthouse has been diligently guarded and saved the lives of many fishermen during storms.

Arthur Curry, Tom's son, his mother's identity is unknown, and little information remains in the official system.The only thing worthy of attention is that when Arthur was young, he once caused a great riot of marine life in the aquarium. "

Bruce got into the Rolls-Royce car specially built for the Wayne Group, took the tablet from Alfred, and after reading ten lines at a glance, he said in a deep voice: "Arthur Curry, can you control life? Can you control the ocean?"

Thinking of Atlantis in Ian's mouth, Bruce, who has always been steady, couldn't help but be surprised by the secrets hidden on the earth.

"Master Bruce, with all due respect, although Mr. Arthur Curry often saves people at sea, judging from various signs, he has no connection with the so-called Atlantis."

Alfred drove steadily and was able to talk to Bruce at the same time: "Even if the Atlantis mentioned by Mr. Ian really exists, I don't think he can have any connection with an ancient country."

With a serious look on his face, Bruce comforted the old man in front and said, "Don't worry, Alfred. Ian won't let us run in vain. It's not that guy's character to be aimless."

Alfred saw Bruce sitting relaxedly in the rearview mirror and smiled: "I have never seen you trust someone so much."

Bruce was startled, then smiled and said softly: "He is worthy of my trust!"

The master and servant looked at each other and smiled, and there was no exchange of words for the rest of the journey.

It wasn't until the car drove into a small town near Cien Port that Bruce took his eyes off the tablet and looked out the window.

Now is the fishing season, and the port is busy. People are coming and going to unload the fish from the offshore fishing boats and transport them to fixed factories for classification and processing.

Looking at the fishermen covered in mucus, Bruce's nose seemed to be filled with the fishy smell of marine life even through the glass window.

"Where are we going?" Alfred slowed down and drove slowly along the cracked concrete road in the port town.

He asked: "Should we go around the town twice to collect information first? Or go directly to the lighthouse and visit Mr. Tom Curry."

Bruce didn't answer. He looked down at the tablet in his hand and saw the video of Chicago Ian killing the Parasite and Superman and Victor fighting the Red Tornado on social software.

"Ian and the others have found a mother box, and time is running out."

Bruce made up his mind in a flash and said to Alfred: "Go directly to the port. I hope Mr. Arthur is a good speaker. Otherwise, I will use some informal means."

Alfred nodded, turned the steering wheel, and turned towards the lighthouse.

Tom was checking the alms around the lighthouse as usual to ensure that there would be no problems when the storm came.

The fishing season is also a stormy season, and there are often accidents in which fishing boats are swallowed by waves due to poor technical skills or bad luck.Therefore, this time is also the busiest time for Tom's son Arthur.

"Time goes by bit by bit, and I feel like my son is getting further and further away from me."

After checking the facility, Tom stood on the shore as he had done decades ago, looking at the sun, waiting for the person who didn't know whether he would appear again.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of the engine running and the wheels rubbing against the pebbles. He turned around and saw a luxury car that the caretaker of Cien Port could not afford to buy even if he didn't eat or drink for several lifetimes, slowly approaching.

"Hi, sir, this place is not open to the public. If you want to see the sea, go to the town and find the professional tour groups!"

Tom regarded this car as a rich man looking for excitement. Over the decades, he had seen many such fools, who had too much money and no place to spend it, so they risked their lives for excitement.

"I'm not here to see the sea."

Bruce walked down alone. He was wearing a black coat, and his body was blown by the sea breeze without moving at all, just like a mountain.

He shouted to Tom standing on the shore: "I'm here to find you, Mr. Tom Curry, and your son Arthur!"

Tom's right foot, which was still raised, was retracted again. He looked at Bruce Wayne warily. Even the tower guard who lived in Mercy Port would have a hard time not recognizing this super-rich man who appeared on TV all day long.

With a trace of luck in his heart, he responded: "Why? Mr. Bruce Wayne, we have never met or had any contact."

Normally, Bruce would take time to gain the trust of innocent people, but this time it was different. He could only respond: "I came to you for the kingdom of Atlantis under the sea." Tom's head was buzzing. With a "pop", his vision suddenly turned black, and his body lost all strength in an instant. He fell limply to the ground. Fortunately, there was sand on the shore, otherwise his head would have been blown open in one fell swoop.

His reaction was too great!

Bruce was also shocked, but then he realized that the information Ian said was not false at all. He immediately jumped up, scraped against the rugged stones on the shore, came to the beach, and helped Tom up.

"I'm fine." Tom's body has recovered, but the turbulent emotions in his heart have not calmed down.

For the past 30 years, worry has been lingering in his mind. He was worried about his departed wife and the safety of his son, so he looked at the sea day after day, waiting for his wife's return with hope, but also with fear. Afraid of the sudden rush of Atlantis soldiers under the calm sea.

"I knew this day would come sooner or later." Tom grabbed Bruce's arm and said to him: "But I didn't expect that the first people to come to the door would be humans, not Atlantis soldiers."

Bruce said softly: "If a well-meaning human like me comes first, isn't it much better than a vicious soldier?"

"But the result is the same. My son will be involved in endless fights." Tom sighed.

Bruce wanted to say something, but was stopped by the old father: "Don't worry, although I don't want Arthur to be in danger, I also know that this is a fate that he cannot escape. Becoming a bridge between land and sea, this It’s also his mother’s wish.”

"Please come in!"

Tom let go of Bruce and waved to him: "If Mr. Wayne doesn't mind that my cabin is dilapidated, please come in and have a cup of hot tea. It will take some time for Arthur to come back."

"I'm not that rich."

Bruce was relieved to see that Tom was a reasonable father. Although he frequently cut off his hands and feet against Gotham's criminals, that was because they deserved to be beaten.

Mr. Wayne has always been very kind to ordinary people.

In this way, under Tom's strong invitation, Bruce took Alfred into the lighthouse as a guest.However, Alfred, a real British butler, really couldn't stand the way Tom made tea, so he took matters into his own hands, not only making tea but also cooking a lunch.

While everyone was dining, the sound of waves crashing on the shore came from outside the lighthouse.

Tom turned his head and listened, put down the fork for rolling lasagna, and said to Bruce: "When Arthur comes back, let me explain the current situation to him first, and then you can meet again."

During this time, Bruce explained his purpose to Tom, showed his partners, and also confessed his identity as Batman.

Tom completely trusted Bruce, and he volunteered to do these things in order to prevent his still awkward son from conflicting with Bruce.

Of course Bruce had no objection, but asked again: "Is Arthur a grumpy man?"

Tom sighed: "Arthur is a smart child. Although he never said it, I know that there are people in Atlantis who have been teaching him since he was in elementary school. It's just Atlanna's experience that makes him worried. Huai, so Arthur deliberately disguised himself as a violent strong man."

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There was the sound of someone stepping hard on the wooden board outside the door, and then a rough voice rang out: "Dad, I'm back. How come your cooking skills have improved so much today? I can smell the aroma of lunch through the door. .”

Tom gestured to Bruce and Alfred, asking them to wait here.Then he walked out of the door, and the sound outside the door suddenly became lower.

"Don't you want to listen to what they are talking about?" Alfred and Bruce joked. After all, Batman's rumors are everywhere in Gotham, and one of them is that he likes to listen to corners.

Bruce shook his head helplessly. Who knows that he really likes to install trackers and bugs on others.

But he still explained to the old housekeeper: "No matter what I do, it is impossible to change them, so eavesdropping is meaningless. It may also make Curry and his son dissatisfied with us."

After a while, Tom walked in from the door with Arthur.

Arthur Curry is the word-of-mouth Sea King among the fishermen of the Seven Seas. It is said that no matter what danger you encounter on the sea, as long as you call the name of the Sea King, you can see the figure of a man in despair and get out of trouble.

The moment Arthur appeared, Bruce felt pressure. Although this man had long wet hair and a beard, he didn't know how long he had been wearing the sweater on his body.But the life force that burst out when he walked made Bruce realize that this strong man was not an ordinary human being, at least physically speaking.

"Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you!"

After Arthur had an exchange with his father, he did not become hostile towards the uninvited Bruce, but instead extended his hand to him.

Bruce didn't care about the seawater on his hands, shook hands with him, and then said, "Do you know about the Mother Box?"

Arthur sat next to Tom, took a plate and cut himself a piece of lasagna, and replied: "Vico, the chief guard of the Kingdom of Atlantis, once told me about the ancient war. The mother box occupies most of the story, describing the special features of this alien artifact.

But Vico only told these things to cultivate my sense of belonging to Atlantis, so except for the story, the rest was all brushed aside. "

Bruce didn't need to use his brain to hear Arthur's resistance to Atlantis. He frowned slightly, showing an embarrassed expression.

Arthur swallowed the lasagna in his mouth and said with a chuckle: "Don't worry, although I don't like Atlantis, I like the land. I like the father who raised me, and I like the vulgar but sincere people in the port. People who prefer beer and whiskey in the bar. We will never let some aliens ruin it all.”

"So, you don't need to show such an expression on purpose. I will also go to Vico and ask them to carefully guard the mother box."

Bruce looked at Arthur's rough appearance and felt his delicate acting style, and finally understood why Ian thought this half-blood prince could win the throne of Atlantis.

Arthur is not interested in Atlantis yet. As he ate and drank, he reminded Bruce: "Although the Atlanteans live longer than humans, time will also take away the lives of the people under the sea. So. They also think that the ancient wars are just legends, and even if I find Vico, the people of Atlantis will not pay much attention to this matter."

"Since they don't care about the Mother Box, why don't you ask Vico, as you call it, to hand over the things to us for protection?"

Bruce immediately laid out his plan.

"Good idea!" Arthur agreed with Bruce without even thinking about it.

But Bruce couldn't move tens of thousands of meters under the sea, so he contacted Ian.

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