American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 522 Batman discovers his father’s murderer!
After hanging up the phone with Bruce, Peter took Azu and Clark and rushed to Gotham.

Two hours ago.

Gotham.

The rooftop of an office building.

Bruce is talking to Gordon.

Standing on the rooftop blown by the cold wind, Gordon wrapped his windbreaker tightly.

Bruce Wayne, as Batman, stood behind the other person, holding a photo of a girl in his hand, and asked, "Olivia, right? That's the girl's name."

Gordon turned around and handed him the information in his hand.

"I can help you with this matter, but the situation is not optimistic."

The two were discussing a kidnapping case, and the kidnapped girl was the girl in the photo in Bruce's hand.

Gordon watched Batman open the envelope of information and said to him, "The surveillance footage from the hospital this morning showed that this girl's uncle had been to the hospital, but that wasn't her uncle. I recognized the guy's true face."

"Lei Quimby is wanted for helping a prisoner I arrested ten years ago. We need to find him, otherwise who knows what will happen to this kidnapped girl."

Looking at the girl in the photo, Bruce frowned.

For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy when he heard the name Ray Quimby.

"Do you have any clues about Ray Quimby?"

Gordon's expression turned serious and he said to Bruce, "Yes, he should be somewhere in the industrial park."

He pulled out a cigarette and was about to take a couple of puffs when his men's voice suddenly came over the intercom, "Sheriff, I found a suspect who looks like Ray Quimby. He just brought his child into the export warehouse on Old Taylor Street."

"I got it. Call for backup. I'm coming right over now. Do you hear me? Police car number 241!"

After speaking to the intercom, Gordon turned around and spoke to Batman.

But he found that Batman, who had been standing behind him, had disappeared.

He looked into the dark night in the distance, trying to catch the figure of Batman, but in the end he found nothing.

With a "bang", Batman spread his bat wings and jumped to the ground, driving the Batmobile towards Old Taylor Street.

While monitoring the police communication channel, he rushed towards the industrial park at top speed.

"I hope she's still alive."

Bruce whispered while driving the Batmobile.

Soon he arrived at Old Taylor Street in the industrial park in the Batmobile.

After speeding around the street, he spotted the 241 police car parked at the entrance of an alley.

The police car's door was open and its bright red lights were flashing, but he saw no officers.

A smell of death that was extremely familiar to him entered his nostrils.

the other side.

Gordon also arrived at the scene quickly.

Gordon, who was driving the police car, asked the dispatch desk: "Dispatch center, this is the detective. Isn't No. 241 waiting for support at the Taylor Street exit?"

He patrolled the exit but did not find the location of police car No. 241.

"Zi!"

Gordon was shocked when a message came from the dispatch center, "Detective, Officer Bradley in police car No. 241 is not on duty today."

"what?"

Gordon was shocked and immediately said to the dispatch center: "Send support to Taylor Street immediately, do you understand?"

"receive."

After hanging up the radio, Gordon sped forward.

It was obvious that the other party had set a trap for Batman.

I just hope Batman doesn't fall into the other party's trap.

At the entrance of an alley, Gordon found police car 241.

After getting off the car, he came to the police car, which was covered with a black cloth stained with blood.

With his brows furrowed, he took a deep breath and lifted the black cloth.

"Wow!"

at the same time.

On the top floor of the Taylor Street warehouse, Batman, following the trail of the stench, unexpectedly found a body.

Crouching down, Batman examined the body with its throat slit.

He quickly confirmed that the other person was the Quimby he was looking for.

He stretched out his finger and touched the blood lightly to confirm that the blood had not yet coagulated, so the other person should have been dead not long ago.

Staring at Quimby's body, Bruce's brows furrowed even more.

Why do I always feel that this guy looks familiar to me?

After a while, Bruce, under the dark night mask, uttered a low voice, "I am sure that the stench of corpses that overwhelms this place is not from Quimby. I hear more of the smell of death and decay."

As he searched the different rooms in the warehouse, he called out to the surroundings, "Olivia, are you there?"

Bruce was searching for Olivia while thinking about what had just happened.

Just now he lifted the black cloth and saw the body of the police officer.

That was the body of a police officer who had been dead for more than twelve hours. It was obvious that someone had just called Gordon pretending to be a police officer.

This was not a conspiracy against Gordon, but against himself.

With a "bang", a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness and attacked him.

An agile and silent black shadow appeared behind Bruce and hit him in the waist with an elbow.

Bruce was unable to react in time and was knocked back by an elbow.

He groaned and immediately responded by backhanding the opponent. His cape whistled past him, and Bruce turned and swung his fist, hitting the opponent's arm with one punch, knocking him back.

With a "bang", the black shadow hit the wall, making a dull sound.

After repelling the opponent, Bruce saw the opponent's appearance in the thin moonlight.

The other person looked as horrible as a stitched-up mummy.

It looked like wearing flesh on the face, with the skin wrinkled and stitched together.

Bruce frowned and asked, "Who are you? Where is Olivia?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of wind behind him.

Bruce dodged immediately and as he stepped back, he was surprised to see the second guy who was suturing the skin appear.

"Who the hell are you?"

Bruce asked the other party warily.

The first guy that Bruce knocked away stood up and said to him, "The infamous Batman, Gotham City's 'Caped Crusader', is truly an extraordinary collectible. We are all puppeteers' men, and our goal is to capture you and make you our collectible."

"Puppet Master?"

Bruce frowned at the name.

He had heard of this guy's name and had learned from Gordon that there was such a villain in Gotham City.

According to Gordon, the puppeteer's original name was Patton.

The other party's father is a pervert. The puppeteer has watched his father capture innocent people, dismember them, and then reassemble them since he was a child.

Gordon, who was not yet the chief and was just a young police officer, shot and killed Patton's father.

Barton disappeared for several years after his father's death, and when he reappeared he called himself a puppeteer, with part of his facial skin coming from his late father.

There are even horror stories about him circulating among Gotham City gangs, such as the puppeteer dismembering humans and then combining them into a monster, and using medical skills to transform humans.

"Oh!"

The guy wielding a sledgehammer attacked Bruce.

Bruce waved his cape, jumped into the air, and threw a batarang at the opponent.

Facing the attack from behind, he used a backhand hook to hit the opponent's shoulder.

"Oh!"

After Bruce pushed his opponent back heavily, he was ready to continue attacking, but unexpectedly, the opponent suddenly grinned and threw a bomb at him.

With a loud bang, Bruce was blasted out of the room.

Bruce was shaken out of the room, and shot out his hook gun while enduring the pain amid the flying building materials.

"Wow!"

The rope shot out from the hook gun came at a speed as sharp as the wind and entangled the pillar of the wall.

The black grappling wire with a metallic sheen wrapped around the pillar and pulled him into the building.

Bruce returned to the warehouse and attacked the puppeteer's two men directly.

The two men who didn't expect Bruce to be able to return were caught off guard, received two punches, and fell heavily to the ground.

After taking care of the two men, Bruce checked their wounds, leaned down and grabbed one of the guys and asked, "Where's Olivia?"

The groaning, terrifying-looking man told Bruce the whereabouts of Olivia, who was kidnapped by them.

"Why did you kidnap her?!"

Bruce slammed the other's head to the ground and asked harshly.

"It's the Puppeteer. Olivia's uncle runs a trucking company. The Puppeteer wants to kidnap Olivia to make her agree to sell her company. He knows you're also investigating this, so he wants us to kill you here."

Hearing the other party's words, Bruce frowned even more tightly.

After knocking the other person unconscious with one punch, he called Gordon to deal with it.

ten minutes later.

According to the location provided by the puppeteer's men, Bruce found the kidnapped Olivia in an abandoned building.

Fortunately, the other party is still alive.

Although the matter has been resolved, Bruce, who is still feeling somewhat uneasy, uses Gordon to get the home address of Olivia's uncle.

Half an hour later, he pushed open the door and entered an apartment.

The apartment was dark, with only the cold wind blowing in through the window.

The room was decorated very warmly. Bruce walked to the wall of the living room and took a look at the photo wall on the wall.

It was just a casual glance, but he felt like he was struck by lightning.

Bruce looked at an old photo on the wall with astonishment and disbelief.

It was a photo of a young white man facing the camera.

There was nothing special about the photo, but the face was one he could never forget.

The face of the murderer who killed his parents!

Suddenly, I found myself in Crime Alley again that night.

That night, I went with my parents to the Park Street Theater near Crime Alley to watch a movie.

The parents were then shot and killed by a mugger in an alley.

As a young child, I witnessed all of this.

High and low, falling and rising, heaven and hell materialized before his eyes.

Countless things are falling, falling autumn leaves, snowflakes, shell casings, parents' cries, sparks, pearls.
I lost the most precious thing that night.

It can never be made up for, and it will not be completely forgotten until one's soul rests in peace.

(End of this chapter)