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"Oh no! We're doomed! We're finished! It's a missile!"

The master trembled at the sound of the roar and tugged at Bruce Wayne, saying, "Mr. Wayne, you should go out the back door. I'll hold them off. I'm a local, I'll be fine."

Shh, that's not the sound of a missile.

Bruce Wayne gestured for the older man to be quiet. Listening to the roar outside, he, who was used to dealing with weapons, could tell that it was clearly not a missile bombardment.

Boom boom boom! ! !

"Oh no, they're knocking on the door."

The middle-aged man covered his mouth and whispered, then glanced at the gate. Through the crack in the gate, he could see a tall figure outside, and he broke out in a cold sweat.

"shush"

Bruce Wayne calmly shushed him and pulled out the pistol from his backside.

"Bruce, you can't hurt me with a gun."

A familiar voice came from outside the door.

"It's you?"

Bruce paused for a moment, then a smile crept across his face. He put the gun back on his back and dusted himself off. "Selder, get up. There's a good guy outside."

As he spoke, he opened the door.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Outside the door, Rowe smiled. He wasn't wearing his battle uniform, but rather a desert outfit. He opened his arms and said, "I am Rowe now."

Because he was worried that he would run into too many people after finding Bruce, Lowe thought it would be better to meet him as an ordinary person to avoid arousing suspicion from others.

"This is my first time dealing with Rowe."

Bruce Wayne smiled and looked at the middle-aged man behind him, saying, "This man is my guide, Seld."

"Hello."

After peeking outside to make sure there was no danger, Selder shook hands with Rowe, thinking to himself, "Are all rich people this arrogant? Running off to dangerous places."

Is this what important people often say: the bigger the storm, the more expensive the fish?

Why did you suddenly come to see me?

Bruce Wayne sat down at the coffee table and looked at Rowe with a puzzled expression.

“I can’t get in touch with you. Afu said you might be here.”

"Lowe said."

"I left my communication equipment at the hotel. I didn't bring it with me when I went out the day before yesterday. The one I have is too bad, there's no signal."

Bruce Wayne pulled out his worn-out communicator and explained the reason for the loss of contact, "Don't worry, I'll be fine, but I'm very touched that you came."

"I didn't come here just to find you."

As he spoke, Rowe glanced at Seld standing beside him.

"Seld, go out and buy something, the fridge is empty."

Bruce understood and pulled out several large bills, stuffing them into Selder's hand.

"Okay okay."

Knowing he shouldn't listen to important figures, Seld wisely left.

"Speak, now it's just the two of us."

Bruce Wayne's expression turned serious. After all, something that could make Superman travel so far to find him must be something extraordinary.

"I'm here to find Jason Todd for you, and to help you get rid of the Joker problem."

Luo Wei took a sip of wine and moistened his dry lips.

"Take care of the Joker? He's not here; he's been missing for a long time."

After Bruce Wayne finished speaking, his brows furrowed immediately, and he said in a serious tone, "You mean, the Joker is also in the Middle East?"

"Ah."

Luo Wei nodded.

"You're not going to tell me that Jason Todd's search for his biological mother was actually a conspiracy orchestrated by the Joker, and that his so-called biological mother, Sheila Heywood, was a fake."

Bruce Wayne, having been Batman for many years, was very experienced and immediately expressed his judgment based on this line of thought.

He told the whole truth with almost perfect accuracy.

"As expected of Batman, you're basically right. However, Sheila Heywood is a real person; she is indeed Jason's biological mother."

Lowe was not surprised; this level of difficulty was far too easy for Batman.

Bruce Wayne frowned and muttered under his breath, "Shit. I should have known."

[PS: To be honest, it's a pity the Joker died, considering he had so much screen time. The original writers gave him a lot more screen time. But it would be a bit of a letdown if he didn't die. As for whether he'll actually die or not, you'll have to wait until I finish writing to find out. That's all for now, as usual, please support me!]

Chapter 143: Batman and the Joker, the Death of a Family Member?

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"I should have guessed it would be him."

Bruce Wayne's gaze was gloomy. He was neither surprised nor astonished to learn that the Joker was the mastermind behind everything. On the contrary, he felt that everything made sense. After all, Jason Todd would not have known about his biological mother for no reason, let alone travel all the way to the Middle East for such a slim possibility.

Bruce Wayne sighed, looked at Rowe, poured a glass of wine, and said, "Rowe, you were right before. The current Batman has too many weaknesses. Jason Todd is one of Batman's weaknesses, and a fatal one at that."

"It's obvious the Joker has his eye on this weakness, isn't it? He hopes to use it to corrupt Batman."

Luo Wei also took a sip of wine and spoke slowly.

“You understand, I think you understand the Joker better than I do. He never wanted to kill Batman. He’s different from other gangsters or criminals. What the Joker wanted was to push Batman into the real abyss. He knew that death was a relief, while living in hell every day was the greatest torment and the greatest punishment.”

Bruce Wayne's gaze was cold, and his tone when talking about the Joker lacked emotion. In reality, there was some, but it was too cold. Facing an enemy with whom he had loved and tormented each other for many years, he would think of beating the Joker up every time he saw him.

The Joker thought the same thing. Of course, he wanted to see Batman fall into depravity, to see one of the few remaining lights in Gotham City go out, and to let the city of sin return to darkness. That was the scene the Joker most wanted to see.

“Jason is the kid I value most, but he has always been too emotional.”

Bruce Wayne didn't mention the Joker again, but spoke of Jason Todd instead: "He's been on the fringes ever since his parents died, and he's crossed the line several times. So I stopped all his missions and let him return to a normal life, hoping to help him rediscover his original self and the personality a child should have. I just didn't expect that this would become an opportunity for the Joker."

“Jason crossed the line because of your rules, but he may not agree with those rules.”

Lowe knew that Batman had set many rules for himself and made those around him strictly follow them.

"Without rules, nothing can be accomplished, and Jason wanted to kill someone."

Bruce Wayne sighed, took a photo out of his pocket. It was a blurry surveillance video showing a figure walking by. "This is Jason, taken a few days ago. He should be in the city not far from here. I was planning to go find him, but unfortunately my car broke down and I can't move for the time being."

"The weather and environment in the Middle East are indeed not suitable for walking, but you can now experience flight services."

Luo Wei picked up the photo and memorized the scene from the surveillance footage. Although it only showed a small flower bed and a street corner, he was able to find the place accurately just by looking at these details.

Unless someone perfectly replicates an identical flower bed and street corner, it's impossible to mistake it, which is obviously impossible.

"Lowe, do you know what I'm thinking?"

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Ruth Wayne finished his drink, a smile spreading across his handsome face.

"I haven't learned mind-reading yet, so I'm afraid I can't guess what's going on."

Luo Wei smiled.

"I think meeting you is the best thing that happened to Batman in his superhero career. At least he finally has a friend he can trust."

Bruce Wayne took a deep breath and said without any hesitation.

"Gaining Batman's trust is a great achievement for me."

Lowe didn't think he was exaggerating. Gaining Batman's trust was indeed a rare thing, as Batman was one of the most cautious people in the world.

Of course, you also have to consider whether Batman is telling the truth.

In an ancient city in the Middle East, though not a bustling metropolis, it boasts a history of over a hundred years and is considered by locals to be an ancient heritage, a precious palace. However, even in such an ancient palace, heinous crimes occur frequently: robbery, smuggling, and arms dealing are commonplace. Yet, despite this, many merchants from all over the world still conduct business here. They don't care what happens inside the palace; they only need to manage their businesses, ensure nothing goes wrong, and guarantee profits. What does it matter what happens outside?

Therefore, there is a great division in this city. On the dusty streets, you can see groups of refugees huddled together. Their eyes are lifeless, as if they have no hope for the world. They only show fear when they see passing military vehicles. Even though they know they will not be harmed, the fear hidden in their hearts makes them react that way subconsciously.

"It's your turn to play a card!"

"Fuck, how do we play this hand?!"

In a secluded warehouse, a group of people were playing cards, with curses and cheers coming from time to time, and the onlookers also joined in the commotion.

If it weren't for the AK rifle placed nearby, anyone who saw it would have thought it was just a recreational activity for the workers during their leisure time.

"Get out of the way, all of you! Who gave you permission to play cards here?!"

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the door, and several burly men walked in menacingly.

The crowd gathered in the warehouse scattered in an instant, each grabbing their guns and returning to their posts. Clearly, they held the newcomers in awe; no one dared to complain, not even a hint of complaint in their eyes.

"Shet!"

The burly man kicked over the wooden crate containing the playing cards, then beckoned to one of the men, "Sele, come here."

"Boss, what's up?"

A thin man called Sale jogged over.

"Have you found the person I asked you to investigate yesterday?"

The big man patted him on the shoulder and asked.

“Jason Todd? Found him. He’s at the Tumus Hotel in town. He checked in last night, and this morning he went to a clinic to visit a doctor, but the doctor doesn’t seem to be here.”

As he spoke, Sayler took out his phone and looked through the photos he had taken. The photos showed a young man entering and leaving a hotel and a clinic. "He should still be at the Tumus Hotel. I asked the people at the clinic, and it seems that Jason hasn't been seen and won't leave."

"Okay, I understand. You did a good job."

The big man patted Seller on the shoulder with satisfaction, sent him away, and then left the warehouse and got into a car outside.

He said to the woman in the front passenger seat, "Tell the boss that the person he's looking for has entered the city and made contact with the clinic, but he hasn't met Sheila Heywood yet."

"I didn't expect this guy to be in such a hurry, arriving so quickly."