American comics: Something is wrong with this superhero world

Chapter 265 stuck bug
As the King of Gotham and Chairman of Wayne Group, Bruce knows better than anyone else about Wayne Group's monopoly in Gotham and the benefits it brings.

It's not just about the benefits. Once the Wayne Group is broken up like America Telephone and Standard Oil, Bruce will no longer be able to control every aspect of Gotham's economy as he does now. The split-off subsidiaries will also become Bruce's most difficult enemies.

The worse outcome is that due to the sharp drop in stock prices, small and medium shareholders unite to drive Bruce out of the chairman's seat. By then, let alone becoming the king of Gotham, Bruce will have to rely on the Wayne family and the Martha family's many years of operation in Gotham to avoid sudden death.

Sitting in the high-back chair in the study, Bruce clenched his hands and frowned. He had considered countless options, but none of them seemed to be able to save the current situation. Finally, he made a difficult decision.

"Alfred," Bruce pressed the intercom, "come to the study."

A moment later, Alfred Pennyworth pushed the door open and walked in. When Alfred saw Bruce's tired look, he couldn't help but show a worried expression.

"Master, take care of yourself."

Bruce took a deep breath and looked Alfred in the eyes: "Alfred, the situation has reached the point where we are powerless. Now, the only way is for you to turn yourself in."

Alfred was stunned. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just nodded slightly and said, "I understand, Master."

Bruce continued: "Only if you stand up and take responsibility and calm public opinion can we save ourselves. This is our only chance."

Alfred, his eyes firm

"I understand, Master. I am willing to do this." Alfred's voice was calm and firm. "I will turn myself in and take all the blame."

Bruce felt a pang of heartache, but he knew it was a necessary sacrifice. He stood up, walked to Alfred, and put his hands on Alfred's shoulders.

"Alfred, please rest assured. I promise to find a way to seek amnesty from the President as soon as possible." Bruce promised solemnly, "Before that, I will arrange for you to enter the prison under Wayne Enterprises. The conditions there will be better, and we can take care of you more conveniently."

Bruce paused and added: "At the same time, I will immediately start the process of arranging medical parole. I promise you that you will not stay in there for too long."

Alfred smiled slightly, with a touch of emotion in his eyes: "Master, you don't have to be like this. I am old, and I am satisfied to make my last contribution to the Wayne family."

Alfred looked at Bruce softly.

"Master," Alfred said softly, with a barely perceptible tremor in his voice, "Before I leave, I have a small request, if you don't mind."

Bruce turned around and looked at the old man who had been with him for many years.

"Of course, Alfu. You know, I will agree to whatever you want as long as I can do it." Bruce said sincerely.

Alfred took a deep breath, as if he was gathering up his courage. His hands were shaking slightly, and his eyes were full of complex emotions as he looked at Bruce. Although Bruce was rich and ruthless, and did all kinds of evil, he was still his biological son. "Bruce," Alfred rarely called Bruce by his name, "I know I don't deserve it. I'm a scum who betrayed my best friend and took advantage of your mother when she was drunk. But I have no other wishes. I just hope that you can call me dad?"

Bruce felt his eyes well up and his throat choked. He took a step forward, looked Alfred straight in the eye and said:

"That woman is not worthy of being called my mother, but you are the most competent father in my heart. Dad."

Tears welled up in Alfred's eyes. He opened his arms and Bruce embraced him without hesitation.

"My child," Alfred said while choking, "Don't worry, my good child, Daddy will take all the blame for you. You will always be the king of Gotham!"

Bruce stood there, tears still flowing from his eyes, shoulders shaking slightly, and watched Alfu leave.

As the door slowly closed, Alfred's figure disappeared behind it.

Bruce's sobbing stopped abruptly, and his shaking shoulders instantly stabilized. Bruce took a deep breath, took out a delicate handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the tears from his face. His movements were precise and calm, without any trace of sadness.

After wiping away the last tear, Bruce turned and walked towards the huge French window. He put his hands in his pockets and looked out at the skyline of Gotham City. The afterglow of the setting sun gilded the city.

"Alas," Bruce muttered to himself, without a trace of emotion in his voice, "It's really hard to find another butler like Alfred who is loyal, capable, willing to do all the dirty work for me, and willing to take the blame."

After that, Bruce walked to the desk and dialed the intercom: "Ask the Human Resources Department to start screening new butler candidates immediately. I want to see the preliminary list within three days."

After hanging up the phone, Bruce looked out the window again. Night was falling, and the lights of Gotham City were lighting up one after another.

"The fun has just begun," Bruce whispered with a hint of danger in his voice. "I will make everyone pay for what happened today."

"This guy really holds a grudge. Fortunately, he doesn't know that I have magical surveillance." Xiao Xian complained when he saw Bruce talking to himself through the projection in his hand.

Although according to the nature of the superhero world, as long as Xiao Xian does not kill Bruce, Bruce will sooner or later find out the flaws in Xiao Xian, the mastermind behind the scenes, and the plot will sooner or later turn into Batman versus Xiao Xian.

But as long as Xiao Xian keeps sending his men or other super villains to deal with Batman and trigger the plot of Batman fighting other super villains, he can keep getting stuck in the bug and trap Bruce in the plot of fighting his subordinates. Even if he encounters him occasionally, he can use the method of faking his death and changing his identity to drag it on and reap the power of sin and emotions.

Xiao Xian learned this trick from the Grim Reaper elementary school student in Neon in the Saw world. As long as he keeps walking in a straight line, the main storyline will never end.

As the saying goes, as long as the bug is well fixed, the final boss cannot die. In fact, let alone the final boss, over the past few decades, the Death God's elementary school students have used straight-bar phones with antennas all the way to flip phones, and finally even smart phones. Even the mini-boss Gin did not die. He almost never left the main quest, and was frantically completing side quests.

(End of this chapter)