American comics: Playing Spider-Man at the beginning, wandering around and losing contact

Chapter 112 Bruce Wayne

"Kailus, there's no need for you to get angry at people like this." Nick patted Kailus on the shoulder, probably thinking that Kailus was angry because of such anti-intellectual remarks.

As a result, Kailus rolled his eyes at him.

"...The news just said...that the governor is from Nevada?" Kalus discovered the blind spot.

Nevada, isn’t that where the gambling city of Las Vegas is located?

This is the local state area that is said to be dominated by the Wayne family.

From the intelligence Tony gathered, this place could be described as a place where only the feathers of the geese that pass by are plucked, and the skins of the beasts that leave are left behind, just like a giant python entrenched in the place.

Just a few decades ago, Las Vegas was just a small border town. It was far less prosperous than the eastern states and was not taken seriously by the federal government. However, this also gave the tycoons and wealthy businessmen an opportunity to take advantage of it.

"Nevada..." Tony muttered, and seemed to have thought of something, and gradually frowned, "You mean, this brainless guy might be a tool sent by the Wayne family to tear open the gap in public opinion?"

Coming out to challenge the federal authority at this time, are you planning to replace it...

Kailus snapped his fingers and nodded in agreement:

"There are only two possibilities for this mentally ill guy to say such things on TV at this time. First, he forgot to take his medicine. Second, his financial backers asked him to do so. Only under the pressure of his financial backers could he risk being betrayed by the voters and say such things."

"It's just that these words came out at this time, it's hard not to wonder if it was all arranged."

"And to prove all this, it's very simple. We just need to investigate whether the person who went out to assassinate the president, Mystique, has fled to Nevada..."

Before, Kailus was not sure, but now, since someone sent a scapegoat to stir up emotions at this time, the intention was very clear.

The assassination was not a threat but a provocation.

"...Fuck Wayne Group, if it is confirmed that she was picked up by Nevada, I will be the first one to rush over and chop them down..." Nick was also made irritable by the current uncertain situation. While cursing, he took out his phone to call the intelligence agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Do not……"

Kailus suddenly interrupted him, his eyes gleaming and his tone suddenly becoming extremely confident.

Nick's hand paused in the air. In his gradually dazed and confused eyes, Kailus expressed his guess:
"If it is proven that Mystique and those mutants really have some connection with the Wayne Group, then... this trip to Las Vegas is more like a deliberate conspiracy to lure people into the trap."

……

Las Vegas, evening.

In a mountain villa, the cool evening breeze swept through the trees in the yard, and the leaves on the treetops rustled.

The black iron gate stands silently, like a loyal guard protecting the yard. The iron gate is shiny and new, and extends to both sides of the courtyard wall which is also deep black. The top end of the wall is towering like a spear barb.

A man in a loose black windbreaker stood in the middle of the yard, holding the phone to his ear. While listening to the conversation on the phone, his deep black eyes inadvertently swept around. In the corner of the yard, a pile of withered yellow leaves were neatly piled together, which showed that the owner of the villa had some mysophobia.

"Mr. Wayne, as far as the current situation is concerned, everything is under control as you expected." A respectful voice came from my ear.

Bruce Wayne's vision was a little out of focus, and he seemed to be thinking about something.

After a while, he came back to his senses and said calmly to the person on the phone, "You know, I don't want this plan to fail. The Wayne Group has spent a lot of money on making arrangements and connections during this period. As it is now, as long as the prey enters the enclosure, even if a dog is released, it can bring me a few pieces of meat. Your foundation is not worse than a dog, right?"

Bruce Wayne lowered his eyes and looked at a contract that he had just received and had not yet opened. Inside was a new contract he had signed with several other wealthy families in America. He gave up part of his family's assets in exchange for this long-planned action.

"Don't worry... Mr. Wayne, I certainly understand why you hate those superheroes so much. That's why I admire you! That's why I cooperate with you!"

As the man's compliment on the phone faded away, Bruce slowly lowered his arms.

In his mind, the thoughts and images of the past seemed to surge up again.

Superheroes...on the surface they are people's beliefs, but they are just a group of uncontrollable mad dogs that may lose control and tear apart the entire civilized society at any time.

Bruce could never forget that unforgettable night when the dark streets were crowded with fanatical believers who claimed to redeem him, and then killed both his parents at the muzzles of dark guns.

Bruce is increasingly worried about the fact that the public is worshipping superheroes. Uncontrolled superheroes are also popular among the people. If there are greedy people among them, the original social order will become meaningless and shaky.

Previously, the Chitauri invaded and the city was reduced to ruins. Unsurprisingly, that incident was related to those superheroes.

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Bruce clenched his fists, haunted by the nightmare of that tragedy. He would not let it happen again, in his own way.

Woohoo——

At this moment, a whistle sounded from a distant place.
The sky outside the yard was getting darker and darker as dusk fell.

Along the forest path that winds around the villa, European-style street lamps on both sides slowly light up, and the warm yellow light casts a small bright oval area, overlapping with the mottled shadows of trees on the concrete road.

There was a loud and distant whistle sound, and then, at the end of the winding mountain road, two bright headlights shone from afar, and a completely black car slowly drove on the concrete road.

Bruce's pupils flickered with a complex expression, and then his breathing gradually calmed down and he returned to his original appearance as a young nobleman.

As the car arrived in front of the villa, the black iron gate slowly opened. After the car stopped, Alfred, the butler with gray hair but still elegant, gently opened the door. To greet him was Bruce, who stood upright and silently.

"Master Wayne." The butler bowed slightly.

Bruce nodded calmly.

Two people walked side by side.

"I have sent someone to do what you instructed me to do. I have also sent people to evacuate the tourists near the Arctic Circle. The staff responsible for mining under the ice will be in place in the next few days." Butler Alfred said.

"Also..." Alfred paused, "I have also helped those people from Hydra change their appearance and hide their identities."

Bruce looked at the old butler in front of him with a respectful attitude. He did not tell Alfred what the purpose of his actions these days was, but the old butler still obeyed his requests, just like doting on a teenager who never grew up, and let him do whatever he wanted.

"Very good... those stinky guys really deserve to die. However, now is not the time to send them to the guillotine. That would be too easy for them. Wait until they tell us all the secrets in their stomachs, and then I will deal with them myself!" Bruce said coldly.

(End of this chapter)