Opened a martial arts school, and his eldest disciple Batman

Chapter 120 The Future Master Assassin

"Butler, are there any cameras on the Coventry Viaduct?"

[Some masters... huh? Those cameras seem to have been hacked. ]

No, it should be destroyed directly.

It seems that the mastermind behind the turmoil in Arkham Asylum has appeared.

Fortunately, after the last incident with Hulk, I considered what would happen if I encountered Hulk in the car, so I strengthened the Batmobile's protection capabilities and ejection functions.

Even so, the explosion just now still caused his internal breathing to become disordered even though his body was protected by his true Qi.

I was unintentional, the other party's intelligence was insufficient, and I was lucky, but I can't rely on luck. In the future, the sewer conditions will also be included in the traffic influencing factors, and the road conditions of the sewers will be confirmed before moving forward.

[Are you okay, Master?]

Batman was slightly startled when he heard Dick's voice.

He didn't expect Dick to appear in the communication.

"I'm fine. I have the Qi to protect me. I haven't suffered any damage."

Qi body protection is a really good thing. It is almost equivalent to implanting a layer of impact-resistant soft armor under the skin under the armor. It allows Batman to withstand a lot of damage that does not actually destroy the metal layer of the armor, but has great impact force.

After a quick chat, Batman continued, "Butler, turn on the satellite camera and keep an eye on the coordinates I sent you..."

[No, sir, the clouds in Gotham are too thick tonight, making it difficult for satellite cameras to shoot.]

It seems that the other party chose a good time... In this kind of weather, it will probably rain soon, which will be just the right time to wash away their traces of the crime.

Batman frowned as he watched the burly man holding a child, about to sink back into the shadows.

Why does the other party need to appear in his field of vision? Is it just to confirm whether he will be killed in the explosion?

A cautious opponent, observing what is going on in the distance, does not need to be so conspicuous.

This is another trap.

But Batman immediately took out his grappling gun, aimed at the metal water tanks in the surrounding houses and shot. Then he tightened the grappling claw and flew into the air. The carbon fiber frame in his cloak stood up and turned into a glider, flying towards the enemy.

Even if it is a trap, seeing that the other person is holding a child in his arms, you have no choice but to jump.

If there is no way to grasp the enemy's specific action information, then track them physically and never let the enemy who shows up escape.

At this time, Du Mu's voice also sounded from the communication channel: [Did you see anyone? Do you need my help to arrest the other criminals who are causing trouble? Don't worry, I won't kill anyone this time.]

Batman was about to refuse, but after hearing Du Mu's assurance, he was silent for a moment, and then said helplessly: "Sorry, Master."

[There is no need to apologize. You are the one who knows this city best. Just choose your own way to protect it. ]

The reason why Du Mu killed the people from the Assassin's League was essentially because they threatened the world Du Mu was in.

Therefore, Du Mu has no psychological barriers to killing them. These criminals are different. They are criminals who threaten Gotham and have nothing to do with Du Mu himself. Even if he is a master, he will not overstep his responsibilities as a disciple.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Master."

Batman breathed a sigh of relief. After gliding in the air and running out of lift, he took out his grappling gun again and shot at the overpass.

With the help of his master, he no longer has to waver between two fronts and can concentrate on tracking down the current leader of the suspected Assassin's League.

Du Mu was in the Batcave. Seeing Batman leaving the camera, he decided to leave the Batcave.

At this moment, he felt someone pulling his clothes, and when he turned around, he saw Dick, who looked worried.

"Can I...can I go and help too?" Dick asked impulsively.

But he regretted it right after he said it. How could he, a little kid, help? He could only jump up and down relying on the acrobatics he learned in the circus.

Du Mu raised his eyebrows, thinking of the daily arrangements in the original book... Whenever Batman was out and Robin was alone at home, he would never sleep quietly until dawn.

It must have some effect when it comes out.

But now Dick only meets the requirement in agility, and Du Mu is worried about him running to Batman's battlefield. It would be more reliable to keep the lost child by his side.

No, that's not right... Du Mu felt the breath in Dick's body. The amber gold that could affect people still remained in his body.

So Dick now has a certain degree of self-healing ability, but it's not very high. Bruce seems to have used some method to promote Dick's metabolism, allowing new cells to replace old cells to eliminate the electrum, which makes Dick more rational while greatly weakening the effect of the electrum.

Du Mu smiled at Dick and said, "Then come with me to catch the bad guy who escaped from your adoptive father's cage."

Dick was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to really allow his willfulness.

He had already prepared himself to be rejected, but he didn't expect that even such a request that would hold him back in a dangerous environment would be met.

He suddenly felt a little guilty and wanted to say that he should just stay in Wayne Manor, but before he could open his mouth, he felt a sense of weightlessness all over his body and fell to the ground.

But as he fell, the surrounding scene became shorter.

Dick looked at the clouds below him in surprise, then looked at Du Mu who was standing on auspicious clouds beside him.

This... is truly a person from another world.

What a cool superpower.

Alfred looked at the two people flying in the air away from the waterfall on auspicious clouds, and suddenly remembered something.

"Wait, Mr. Du Mu, communicator! Without the communicator, I can't report the criminal's exact location to you!"

However, Du Mu did not turn around. Alfred thought that the other party did not hear it because of the sound of the waterfall. Suddenly, he felt a pulling force coming from the communication headset in his hand.

Alfred let go of his hand in surprise, and watched the communication headset in his hand fly up and hurriedly fly towards Du Mu's slowing back, and was finally caught by Dick.

Looking at Du Mu's back who had regained his flying speed, Alfred shook his head and laughed.

It seems that he really forgot, so he covered it up like this.

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Dick lay on the auspicious clouds, looking at the night view of Gotham, and couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise.

Looking down at Gotham from the sky, the city at night is like an ocean reflecting the stars in the sky, with endless lights flickering in the darkness. Tall buildings rise from the ground, their outlines looming in the moonlight.

Around them, the dense streets were like winding blood vessels running between the buildings, and the moving red taillights were like endless red blood cells, supplying nutrients to every part of Gotham.

This city looks like it's alive...breathing.

Dick had never looked down on a city before, and he usually played the role of a small-time kid looking up at the tall buildings from below.

From his perspective, Gotham is dark, damp, and muddy... In fact, he didn't want to stay here since the first day the circus came to Gotham to perform.

But Dick was a good boy. He understood the circus's practical need to make money, so he never raised any objections and tried his best to put on his most perfect smile in every performance.

Now that I think about it...if I had been more willful at that time and strongly asked my parents to leave here, would they not have died?
Just as Dick was feeling self-blame, Du Mu put the headphones on Dick's head.

Dick was slightly stunned, and then he heard the coordinates reported by Alfred.

Dick had memorized the map of Gotham during his amnesia, so after hearing Alfred's command, he immediately subconsciously focused his attention on the target location.

Du Mu followed Dick's gaze and headed towards the target location.

As soon as he approached, Du Mu felt a chill coming towards him.

This seems to be a museum, but the surrounding area is covered with frost.

Dick swallowed his saliva, looked at Du Mu and said, "Master, are we going to break in?"

Du Mu smiled and shook his head: "No need, these enemies are so easy to deal with."

When Du Mu landed here, he felt that there were multiple enemies in the museum.

It seemed that after noticing Batman's actions, many of the people who escaped began to huddle together for warmth.

Well, or should we gather together to get ice?

But Mr. Freeze’s appeal doesn’t seem to be very strong, and those who follow him are just small minions.

Moreover, Mr. Freeze's weakness is too fatal. As long as the surrounding environment is not cold, he will lose his ability to resist. However, Du Mu noticed that the internal structure of the freezing gun in Mr. Freeze's hand seemed a little familiar.

It's almost identical to the freezing device Bruce used to imprison the bodies of the Claw and the League of Assassins in the Batcave.

Bruce should have absorbed the enemy's technology. In fact, Du Mu's refrigeration spell in the cola gourd also referred to some of the principles in it.

In that case, it would be wrong to be too harsh on Mr. Freeze... Unlike Firefly, Mr. Freeze's ice should be able to freeze people to death according to real physics, but every time the victim thaws, he will regain consciousness, just like a hibernation device.

This is much more difficult than simply freezing someone to death.

So Du Mu simply snapped his fingers and used his magic power to strangle everyone inside.

Then he said into Dick's earpiece: "Al...Butler, next seat."

Dick was stunned: "Master, aren't we going in?"

At this time, Alfred's voice came from the headset: [Oh my God, Mr. Du Mu, did you kill them all? ]

Apparently Alfred was remembering the last time Du Mu wiped out the Assassin's League alone.

Du Mu smiled and said, "Of course not. I just strangled their aorta and made them fall into a coma."

Alfred breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be shocked as he watched the group of people falling down in the museum almost at the same time on the surveillance screen.

No matter what Batman does on a daily basis, Alfred will not be too surprised, because Alfred understands the principles behind all of Batman's actions and props.

But the scene like Du Mu, where he just raised his hand outside the building and everyone inside the building immediately lost their fighting ability and fell down... due to the incomprehension, indescribable and difficult to accept in the heart, it formed an emotion that was almost shocking.

However, Alfred immediately comforted himself. Mr. Du Mu was from another world. It was normal for people from another world to have superpowers. It was just that their efficiency was a little higher...

But the efficiency is indeed too high. Alfred couldn't even imagine how many more hours of sleep he could get every day if Master Bruce could achieve such efficiency.

Thinking about Master Bruce's true anger, Alfred could only shake his head helplessly.

When I was studying it in the past, I thought that true Qi was incredible... Now I realize that I have only learned the basics of what Mr. Du Mu learned.

Just then, Du Mu suddenly heard a voice.

【The target appears.】

Du Mu suddenly raised his hand, and in a hidden sewer a hundred meters away, an assassin who was observing with a periscope suddenly flew out of the sewer.

Just as he was about to bite his teeth, he discovered to his horror that his jaw was instantly dislocated and he had no way of biting off the poison in his teeth.

In this way, he flew straight for hundreds of meters before coming in front of Du Mu.

As soon as Du Mu raised his finger, the assassin felt a pain in his tooth, and the tooth embedded with poison was immediately pulled out.

Then, there was a click sound, and the assassin was shocked to find that his dislocated jaw had healed.

"It seems that you don't care much about your own life. That's easy."

Du Mu looked at the fangs floating in the air and said casually.

"You don't care about your own life. If I can't get any information from you, and I just search your memory roughly, you shouldn't feel too painful, right?"

Panic suddenly flashed in the assassin's eyes. He had originally planned to bite off his tongue to prevent himself from revealing any information, but he immediately gave up the idea.

"You...you can still see other people's memories?"

Du Mu nodded and smiled gently at the assassin, "I just learned it recently and I'm not very proficient yet. Although there is no problem in obtaining intelligence, I can't guarantee that I will not leave the other party with a complete soul."

The assassin had a confused look on his face, and it was obvious that he was in a huge struggle.

If he revealed the information, he would be a traitor. But if he didn't reveal the information, the other party would read it from his memory.

Finally, he said with a gloomy face: "I don't believe it."

I will use my own life to gain further information about this man for my future leader.

Du Mu nodded. He finally had a subject for the experimental version of the Legilimency spell.

Du Mu hooked his finger, and the assassin's eyes suddenly became blurred, and a wisp of memory like a ribbon floated out.

He filled up his front with magical power and allowed this trace of memory to slowly spread out in the magical power.

Then Du Mu closed his eyes and used his spirit to explore the information collected from this ball of magic power.

After a moment, Du Mu showed a stunned expression, and said in amazement: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, things would turn out like this... Batman is in trouble now."

However, the other party used an open conspiracy. Even if Du Mu took action immediately, Batman would have to face the same choice sooner or later, except for covering up the whole incident as if it had never happened.

Therefore, there was no rush to inform Batman. Du Mu looked at the assassin, slowly condensed the magic power in front of him into a strand of memory, and re-instilled it into the assassin's mind.

However, the assassin's eyes remained cloudy and he did not react at all.

Du Mu couldn't help but sigh when he saw this: "Hey, I've been enjoying the advantage of mana being more material than magic power, but now it's finally showing its disadvantage of being material."

Magic power can be like true energy. It does not require casting movements and can move at will, directly condensing into various means of attack to fight the enemy.

But in matters related to human souls and memories, it is far more destructive than magic. Unlike magic, when it is studied to a high level, it is not able to read other people's memories without anyone noticing.

Fortunately, I haven't used it on ordinary people before. Magic power is too rough when facing the spiritual aspect.

But... this assassin did not die.

That means I have not broken my original promise and will not kill anyone this time.

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Batman has never been so easy to track, nor has he ever been so troublesome.

It is said to be simple because the other party will leave enough information every time, ensuring that you hardly need to use your brain and will not lose them.

But the trouble is... because I have been following the enemy's trail and am about to run from the southeast corner to the southwest corner of Gotham's sewer system.

An overly obvious trap...but it works.

He couldn't stop because the other party had a child in his hand, and Batman was not sure whether the child would be harmed if the pursuit was terminated.

At the same time, Batman is not sure when the opponent will stop, so it is impossible to prepare and arrange props in advance.

The long pursuit seriously consumed Batman's energy and physical strength.

Finally, the pursuit stopped when Batman became tired.

As expected, in this empty environment, a large number of members of the Assassin's League appeared.

Probably originally they were all from the European and East Asian branches...

However, the sturdy man standing in the middle of them did not have the child in his hands.

"Who are you anyway, and where is the hostage?"

Batman fell into the crowd of the League of Assassins, but he didn't care at all and was not afraid of their rush.

He walked straight up to the big guy and questioned in a deep voice.

The big guy looked at Batman and laughed dully from behind his mask.

"Let me introduce myself, Batman. My name is Bane..."

"It doesn't matter what your name is. There are countless lunatics like you in Gotham every night. You'd better return the child to me as soon as possible."

Batman interrupted the other party's self-introduction without hesitation.

"Oh? Is that so? Well, then I, a nobody, won't waste your time."

Bain said as he slowly took a step back, revealing the child behind him, and bowed like a butler.

"Then please allow me to introduce to you the current leader of the Assassin's League, the future Master Assassin... and your son."

"Damian Wayne."

(End of this chapter)