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Chapter 334 Cat Ears, Bodysuit, Whip

Du Mu didn't know Bruce's thoughts, but he could guess about 70-80%.

It's nothing more than wanting to test myself, gather intelligence, and conveniently develop several contingency plans for myself—Bateman's standard operating procedure.

This is not just Du Mu's wild guess.

In a DC comic, Batman and Cyborg had a disagreement due to differing ideologies. Batman remotely activated a virus program hidden within Cyborg, instantly paralyzing him.

Steelbone was completely dumbfounded.

He is a cyborg life form, comparable to a humanoid Skynet. His system has been iterated countless times, and his self-checking program is many times stronger than the Pentagon's firewall. Theoretically, no electronic virus can break through his defenses, let alone hide silently in his body.

After scanning, he discovered that Batman had implanted a Trojan program in his body within a week of their first meeting, and that they were already teammates at that time.

Is this something a human being would do?!

Compared to Batman, even Nick Fury, a patient with severe paranoia, seems broad-minded.

If this is how they treat a teammate like Steelbone, who fights alongside them, then it goes without saying that they would treat Du Mu, a complete stranger of unknown origin, with such leniency.

However, Du Mu was somewhat looking forward to seeing how Bruce would target him.

You should know that he has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

It's no exaggeration to say that even he himself had never counted how many tricks he had up his sleeve; calling him a Thousand-Hand Guanyin wouldn't be an exaggeration.

On the surface, he is a sharpshooter with superhuman strength, and skilled in a little bit of hand-to-hand combat.

In fact, he was a mage, skilled in so many spells that you couldn't count them all on your fingers.

In addition, he has a variety of skills, props and equipment that could not be fully demonstrated in less than an hour.

Then, he also has two more character cards, Tony Stark and Professor X, which he can switch into at any time and use their full abilities.

If Bruce goes to great lengths to develop a plan to target him, and one day uses it against him, only to find himself suddenly pulling out a new method and beating Bruce senseless, the thought of that scene is thrilling.

Thinking of this, Du Mu plopped down opposite Bruce and said modestly, "I'm not that good. I'm far inferior to Batman."

"To be honest, I ran into Batman a while ago. He's really skilled. Before I could even react, he'd stuffed several pounds of surveillance cameras and a grappling hook gun into me."

Bruce:

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Did I insert that grappling hook gun?

You're the one who stole it from me!

Bruce instantly judged Du Mu's character; he was even more shameless than he had expected.

He continued, "Perhaps Batman considers you a dangerous individual, given your extreme methods of law enforcement. I've heard that you've only been with the Gotham Police Department for two days, and quite a few gangsters have already died at your hands."

"Don't talk nonsense. This was a self-defense counterattack, and the procedure was completely legal."

Du Mu spoke with righteous indignation, humming, "As for that Batman, who knows how many laws he has broken over the years: intentional injury, intentional damage to property, obstruction of official business, torture to extract confessions, illegal intrusion into a residence... Oh right, he even installed a surveillance camera on me, adding another violation of a citizen's right to privacy."

"Compared to Gotham's supervillains, Batman has just as many crimes, he's a complete outlaw. He shouldn't be called Batman, he should be called Zhang Sanxia."

Du Mu was full of confidence.

He was, after all, a licensed and officially registered police officer, and everything he did was covered by law enforcement authority and was part of his normal duty to maintain social order.

As for Batman, he's really just a vigilante who enforces the law without a license.

I, a licensed person, haven't bothered with you, but you, an unlicensed person, think you can control me?

This is utterly upside down.

Bruce's expression didn't change at all after hearing Du Mu's words, as if Du Mu wasn't talking about him.

What does Batman's business have to do with Bruce Wayne?

Bruce smiled slightly: "It seems you have quite a few opinions about Batman."

"Of course, what I can't stand the most is these lawbreakers and lawbreakers," Du Mu said with a righteous expression.

Bruce:

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If you hadn't been speeding at 180 km/h in the city and stolen the black-masked man's money, I almost would have believed you.

Bruce didn't continue arguing about that topic, but instead started chatting casually with Du Mu, subtly trying to get information out of him.

Du Mu didn't mind and just went along with the conversation.

He's the kind of guy who can go toe-to-toe with trash-talking masters like Wade, so Bruce is no match for him.

The two chatted about everything from the situation in Gotham to various gossip about Batman, and the atmosphere was surprisingly harmonious.

As Du Mu got into the conversation, he casually asked, "I've heard a rumor that Batman's extremely expensive high-tech equipment was all obtained by him selling hooks to you. Is there any truth to that?"

Bruce's expression stiffened slightly, then he denied it: "How could that be? I simply admire Batman's ideals and had Wayne Enterprises provide some sponsorship. Where did you hear such a rumor?"

"Penguin Man".

Bruce narrowed his eyes instantly.

Looks like I'll have to find some time to visit the Penguin again.

"By the way, we've been chatting for so long, but it seems we haven't gotten down to business yet."

Bruce steered the conversation back on track, laughing, "Officer Du, since we've had such a pleasant chat, I can give you the lowest possible discount on the house you want. We can sign the papers today."

Du Mu waved his hand and said, "No, I have a problem with this. I don't like things that are on sale. It seems that this house of yours is not meant for me. I'll look for another one."

What a joke! You can't buy Bruce's house, no matter who you buy from.

You could probably find at least dozens of kilograms of surveillance equipment in this house. Once you move in, life is like a live broadcast, with no rehearsals.

Bruce chuckled. "In that case, I won't force you. If Officer Du changes his mind, he can contact me anytime."

As he spoke, he handed over a business card with a gold trim.

Du Mu accepted it with a smile, already planning to melt down the business card when he got back to see if it was real gold or gold-plated.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Du Mu got up and left the private room.

Bruce watched Du Mu's departing figure, remained silent for a few minutes, and then took out a miniature device from under the table and connected his phone to it.

"Preliminary information has been collected."

He stared at the data flashing on the screen and whispered, "Create a new file and name it Gotham Gunner."

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After escaping Bruce's trap, Du Mu immediately changed his equipment and checked his game inventory.

This time, there weren't any strange or unusual things, so it seems the other party has learned their lesson.

If Bruce dares to stuff anything into him again, next time he'll go and take the wheels off that Batmobile.

Having missed out on buying the house he had his eye on, Du Mu continued to contact real estate agents to look at the next one.

This time he added one more requirement: the seller could not have the surname Wayne.

Things went much more smoothly after that.

The real estate agent showed him two properties, and Du Mu immediately decided on a large villa, which also came with its own renovations, saving him the trouble of starting from scratch.

However, this villa has been vacant for more than ten years.

It is said that the villa's owner was a wealthy man who, one night more than a decade ago, stumbled upon a serial killer in an alley in Gotham and was stabbed to death. The killer has never been caught.

Du Mu was speechless for a moment after hearing this.

Do all the rich people in Gotham have some kind of peculiar hobby? Why do they all like to go into alleys?

Even a three-year-old in Gotham knows that alleyways are high-risk areas for monster hunting. From street thugs and psychopathic killers to supervillains, even homeless people dare not venture into them.

Moreover, these wealthy people, despite their considerable wealth, prefer not to bring bodyguards when they go out.

Just like the infamous Crime Alley incident, if the Wayne couple had just brought a few more bodyguards or hadn't gone into dangerous alleys, Gotham wouldn't have a bat-like monster jumping around on the rooftops every night.

The wealthy man left no children; he donated most of his assets according to his will, leaving only a sum of money and this villa to be inherited by his nephew.

Du Mu met the wealthy man's nephew, who was overjoyed that someone had taken over the house.

The reason is simple: the annual taxes on the villa are terrifyingly high. The assets he inherited were already insufficient to cover the costs, and he had to pay out of his own pocket, almost bringing him to the brink of bankruptcy.

Now that Du Mu has taken over the villa, he can finally be free.

When signing the contract, my nephew got excited and said a few extra words: "It's all that old geezer's fault. He actually signed a will in advance and donated most of his property, leaving me only this dilapidated... villa."

"But don't worry, sir. Although I've never lived in that villa and have always rented a place to live, I regularly have it cleaned and it's in very good condition."

Du Mu asked curiously, "Why don't you live there?"

The nephew chuckled dryly: "My uncle and I didn't get along very well when he was alive. Living in that villa, I always felt like I would see my uncle scolding me."

Du Mu raised an eyebrow, feeling that the reason was somewhat far-fetched, and then glanced at the other party's information panel.

[Review: Uncle Killer]

Du Mu:

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I don't think it's a problem with their relationship, but rather that they have something to hide and are afraid to live there.

It has to be said that Gotham is indeed a place where talented people emerge. You can even stumble upon the murderer of an old case while buying a house. It's comparable to Beika Town in the small country of Japan.

After his nephew left, Du Mu sent Harvey a text message, saying that the credit was given to him for free, and it was up to Harvey to see if he could accept it.

Finally, Du Mu has a house of his own in this DC universe.

The first thing to do after owning a house is naturally to buy insurance.

It's important to understand that both Marvel and DC will encounter various natural and man-made disasters.

You've worked hard for decades to buy a house and a car, but one day a superhero or supervillain might fall from the sky and smash them into a pile of rubble and scrap metal, turning half a lifetime of hard work into nothing.

Anyway, Du Mu wasn't short of money, so he directly bought a huge insurance policy for his house, with the insurer still being an enterprise under the Wayne Group.

There's no way around it; in Gotham, only three things are unavoidable.

Death, taxes, and the Wayne Group.

After all that running around, it was completely dark by then.

Du Mu returned alone to the empty villa, reached out and turned on the light in the front hall, and the warm yellow light immediately filled the entire house.

Just as Zhang San's nephew said, the villa was indeed well-maintained. There was no damp or moldy smell inside, and the floors and furniture were free of dust and cobwebs. It just looked a bit old-fashioned and had a retro feel.

Boom!

Just then, a very faint muffled sound came from above.

Du Mu looked up at the ceiling, squinted, and followed the sound upstairs.

The bedroom door at the end of the corridor was ajar, and the room was pitch black except for a sliver of cold white light from the streetlights leaking in through the window.

Du Mu pushed open the door and went in, immediately noticing that something was wrong.

The bedroom window was open, and there were obvious creases on the bed, as if someone had just sat on it. There was also a bulging bag next to the bed, and it was unclear what was inside.

Du Mu glanced around the corners of the room, then turned around as if sensing something and looked up.

Du Mu: (O—)

Selena: (·V·)

Du Mu blinked and leaned back to get a clear view of the whole scene.

In the corner where the ceiling and wall meet, a woman is clinging to the wall like a giant gecko, her limbs spread out, her fingers gripping the seam, and her legs almost in a split, pressed against the walls on either side.

She had two upright cat ears on her head, and her black bodysuit perfectly outlined her body's curves, revealing the abyss of her chest. Her goggles were pushed up to her forehead, revealing a pair of wide-open green eyes that were staring directly at Du Mu.

[NPC: Selena Kyle]

Codename: Catwoman

【Favourability: 0】

[Review: Cat ears, bodysuit, whip]

Du Mu:

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Is this assessment serious?

The two stared at each other for a full three seconds before Selena suddenly let go, descending from the sky and landing directly on Du Mu.

"oops!"

Du Mu let out an extremely exaggerated cry of surprise, his footing was perfectly timed, and then his body leaned back, landing with perfect precision on the large bed.

Selena followed suit, using her knees and calves to firmly lock his hands to his sides, and sat steadily on his waist and abdomen.

Du Mu feigned a flustered expression: "Are you trying to rob me of my money or my virtue? Let's make this clear first. I have no intention of robbing you of your money, but as for my virtue... even if you get my body, you won't get my heart."

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"Pah, who wants to rob you of your virtue?"

Selena said fiercely, "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

Du Mu was speechless: "This is my home. Where else could I be if not here?"

Selena vehemently denied it: "Impossible, no one has ever lived in this house."

Du Mu said, "Your information is outdated. I just signed the contract to buy this house today. I still have the property transfer contract on me. If you don't believe me, you can search for it yourself."

Upon hearing this, Selena reached out and touched Du Mu's clothes.

"A great opportunity!"

Du Mu suddenly exerted his strength and flipped over, pinning Selena beneath him.

He looked down at Selena and chuckled, "Let me make this clear first, I don't need to win your heart."

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