American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En tried to sense and modify the source, and found that the source was constantly changing, so he subconsciously thought that it was Steel Bones.

"It must be that cyborg who modified himself into a router! Only he could have such a twisted sense of humor about data!"

Xiu En scooped up the sunflower that was still laughing and trembling on his shoulder, and draped it over the flower head, forming a golden, still barrier.

His expression was contorted as if he had just swallowed a whole can of expired salted fish.

"Stop laughing, Flower. Once I find that guy who has his brain connected to the internet, I'll make him change the title to 'The Supreme Sun God and His Unpainted Armor That's Already Stunningly Cool' in front of the entire internet, and then you'll know who truly has the highest aesthetic standards in Gotham."

The sunflower made a hissing sound under his palm, its two leaves trying to peek out from between his fingers: "Pfft, maybe he didn't want to mess with you, but you really look like that billionaire who wants to go to Mars wearing a bathrobe."

Xiu En automatically ignored the attack targeting his appearance, pretending he hadn't understood Ivy's pun on Musk and mosaic.

He turned to Afu.

He bowed slightly, and a few sparks flew from his fingertips.

"Thank you for the treat, but I must go and save face for God. If I don't manage to dismantle that tin man into nuts and bolts by now, leave me some lasagna for dinner tonight."

Alfred: "As you wish, sir. I'll leave a side door in the garage for you, so that when you come home late at night, you won't be mistaken for a shooting star by the security system."

The old butler pointed to the ceiling above.

"Also, if the Tin Man you're referring to is Mr. Victor, he should currently be at the interstellar laboratory's temporary outpost. If you accidentally dismantle any equipment that costs more than one hundred million dollars, please remember that it's under Dr. Stone's department, and don't mention the master's name."

"I'll remember that! Unless his project costs more than my reputation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiu En darted out of the open French window.

"boom!"

A scorched crater suddenly appeared on the well-maintained lawn in front of Wayne Manor, and a blinding golden streak of light shot up vertically, breaking the sound barrier in an instant.

This time he was smarter. The overflowing golden energy and light slyly formed an energy field around his body, especially on his face, with a built-in highlighting and skin-smoothing filter.

So, if any unfortunate astronomer were to look through a telescope, he would see a luminous object with its own built-in beauty light, protecting a potted plant in its arms.

The Gotham night sky receded rapidly beneath his feet.

In the instinctive vision of sensing metal, the guy called Steelbone was as conspicuous as a lighthouse on a dark sea.

It wasn't because he was glowing, but because Xiu En smelled the captivating aroma of that extremely pure technological metal.

The smell, a unique sweetness of vibranium and some kind of alien alloy, danced right through the interstellar laboratory building.

"Found you, router kid."

Shuen braked suddenly in mid-air, and the resulting shockwave overturned a layer of low-lying clouds.

He licked his lips.

The special glass on the top floor of the interstellar laboratory began to creak and groan the next second.

This wasn't because of the strong wind, but because a guy covered in gold, with a face that seemed to say "I'm here to collect internet fees," was floating outside the window.

And he tapped the glass several times with his finger, as if he were poking a slightly hard biscuit.

"Hey, you half-person inside, open the door."

The sound was transmitted through the vibrations of the golden energy to all the metal frames of the building, turning the entire building into Xiu En's megaphone, echoing this socially insensitive shout.

"I have a score to settle with your half of the brain—the human one—about portrait rights and compensation for emotional distress. The other half, the machine, better stay offline and far away, otherwise I might just eat it up as afternoon tea because it's so fragile!"

The glass reflected not only his gleaming golden face, but also the laboratory alarm lights that instantly turned red.

"Victor Stone! I know you're in there!"

Xiu En pressed his face against the glass, his golden eyes appearing exceptionally bright in the red alarm light.

"Open the door. The community is bringing warmth."

By the way, check if your IP address is linked to my face.

He turned his head and muttered to the sunflower.

"If he won't open it, I'll just melt a hole in it."

Sunflower shook its leaves on his shoulder, as if shrug: "Then I suggest you aim for the window crack. If you break that expensive-looking quantum computer, Bruce might take away all your cookie rations."

That makes sense.

Xiu En nodded, and the golden energy he had just used to knock on the door instantly transformed into a sharper needle.

"Wait! Don't touch anything! And don't touch those fiber optic cables!"

The laboratory door was closed, but the holographic projection communicator lit up before Xiu'en's demolition could begin.

Victor.

This is a cyborg that retains its human form only in its upper body and one mechanical eye, while its lower body is connected to a massive server unit.

He appeared hastily inside the glass in front of Xiu En.

"Listen, Mr. Shum."

Cyborg's voice was filled with helplessness and anxiety. He even deliberately disconnected those seemingly intimidating weapon ports in an attempt to show weakness.

"I'm performing a system kernel upgrade. Do you know what that means? It means I can barely watch a video now, let alone hack into your pixelated livestream!"

Xiu En narrowed his eyes, suspiciously examining the guy who exuded an aura of deliciousness and boredom.

"Ha, I didn't even say you knew about the mosaic livestream, and you still say it wasn't you! Oh? And how do you explain this title?"

Xiu En tapped his phone, which was still being humiliated by the headline.

"Besides you, the guy who likes to stick a USB drive into his brain all the time, who else in Gotham could break through Wayne's firewall so quickly?"

"Then take a look at this! I'm not taking the blame for this!"

Victor angrily raised his left hand, which was not yet fully metallized, and typed a string of code on the virtual keyboard that would drive an ordinary hacker to despair.

The next second, the huge main screen of the laboratory was displayed directly in front of Xiu En through the glass.

It was a frantically pulsating waterfall of data, and at the source of the waterfall, all the attack commands targeting Wayne's server converged into a blinking cartoon owl icon.

"See that? The IP tracking shows that even if the signal relay station goes through five hundred loops, the lowest-level physical receipt still points to that damn clock tower in the old town!"

Steelbone was somewhat exasperated.

"And! Damn it, if I had done it, would I have used such an aesthetically unappealing font color?!"

"You mean?"

Before Xiu En could process the information, his phone suddenly vibrated again.

The previously frozen live stream interface suddenly started blinking like a single eye.

A bold green comment with an emoji arrogantly swept across the screen:

[Oracle: Don't make things difficult for that poor robot who can only do endless calculations, dear lightbulb. If you think this mosaic is too thick, I don't mind adding another layer of Sailor Moon transformation effect filter. PS: Victor, your firewall is really made of paper.]

"you?!"

"She came in again?!"

The sounds overlapped.

One was Shuen's roar of utter humiliation, and the other was Victor's wail of despair at the public humiliation of his firewall.

"That crazy woman is using my computer as the server for your chat room! My CPU temperature is 40 degrees Celsius higher!"

"Victor roared."

The truth no longer needs to be sought.

Even without smelling it, Xiu En could sense the perverse pleasure emanating from the screen.

"The clock tower. Very good."

Xiu En calmed down.

He turned to look at Victor and gave an awkward smile.

"Since it wasn't you, then I apologize for raising my voice a bit, Victor."

"You can put the loss on Afu's tab, with the note 'compensation for emotional distress.' I'll treat you to dinner next time!"

Xiu waved to the dumbfounded Steelbone, then changed direction with a sonic boom, transforming into an even more dazzling meteor as he fled the scene of the misunderstanding, heading straight for the clock tower.

If you could only read one multiverse novel in your lifetime, it would probably be "American Comics: Praise the Sun Starting from Gotham!"