American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

This time, the clock on the Gotham Wayne Tower sounded its mournful cry.

Because a golden hand radiating terrifying heat pressed directly onto the surface of that enormous bronze bell, which was twice the height of a person.

This tower doesn't look like the one we fought the vampires before; it looks quite sturdy, so Shuen didn't hold back.

The terrifying shockwave swept along the texture of the bronze bell, engulfing the entire brick and stone structure of the bell tower, shaking down countless roosting pigeons, and causing the server arrays inside the bell tower to hum.

Xiu En withdrew his hand, looking at the bronze surface that had left a handprint beneath his palm, his pupils reflecting the hidden door on the terrace that had suddenly opened.

"Open the door! If you don't respond, next time I won't be knocking on this thing, I'll be knocking on your artificial satellite."

The reinforced steel door, disguised as a brick wall, slid open.

A tall woman with long, flowing red hair walked out.

She was wearing a slightly loose, light purple loungewear sweatshirt and yoga pants that allowed for easy movement.

Those legs were long and strong, showing absolutely no signs of paralysis.

Only the tiny tablet in his hand, still flashing data rapidly, proved that this was the culprit that had just killed him.

Barbara Gordon pushed up her glasses.

"Go easy, Light. That bell was donated by your boss's great-great-grandfather. If you break it, Bruce will deduct the repair cost from your paycheck, at antique price."

"Salary? My salary is Bruce's black card, he can deduct it as he pleases."

Xiu En snorted coldly, and the golden light surrounding his body, which had been specially brightened to increase his intimidation, slightly subsided, revealing his face.

"Don't try to change the subject, red-haired woman. Explain this!"

Xiu En pointed to the interface of the bizarre video that was still playing on a loop.

"Why did you turn the descent of a god into a scene of trading in contraband? That's armor! Not some indescribable biological organism!"

Barbara sighed and rubbed her temples, feeling a bit of a headache.

She casually swiped on the tablet, and a holographic window popped up.

That's "Superhero Identity Confidentiality Protocol V3.0 (Gotham Revised Edition)".

"First of all, this is Batman's direct order."

She shoved the dazzling agreement right in Shuen's face.

"Secondly, as the only hero in Gotham right now who is about to debut without any mask or even an eye patch, no matter who you are, I have an obligation to prevent your headshot from appearing on the desk of the League of Assassins or that woman named Amanda Waller the next day."

"privacy?"

Xiu En seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.

He took a step forward, and the intense heat made Barbara instinctively take a half step back, bumping her back against the lightning rod base of the clock tower.

"Look me in the eyes."

Xiu En's golden eyes were fixed on her.

"Only rats need to hide in the gutter, wear masks, or even put their underwear on their heads. The sun never needs that. Do you think the light from two thousand meters in the sky isn't enough to blind those assassins?"

He stretched out his fingers, and strands of hair moved on their own behind his head without any wind.

"You can blur things out, but can't you at least have some basic aesthetic sense? Remove that flesh-colored mosaic! That's blasphemy! Even if you're going to blur it out, at least make it look like holy light! It should have that Renaissance-era halo effect!"

The sunflower, who had been watching the show from his shoulder, covered her face: "I knew that as long as the special effects were good enough, even if you labeled him as all-ages, he would still accept it."

Barbara looked at the dangerous individual in front of her who was seriously discussing the style of mosaic art, and her lips twitched uncontrollably.

The wind was a bit strong, making Barbara's red hair a little messy, but it didn't affect her speed as Gotham's top hacker.

With the confirmation of the last line of instructions, Shuen could see the flesh-colored mosaic finally disappear, and then he could see a layer of soft blur, like the descent of a saint in a classical oil painting.

That kind of golden filter, though blurry, is full of a sense of holiness.

"The Renaissance-style holy light you requested. The code logic has been rewritten for dynamic lighting and shadow rendering."

Barbara's tone carried a weary air, as if to say, "Now you should be satisfied, right?"

"Mr. Shuen, this is the most boring algorithm I've ever written in my life."

Xiu En picked up his phone and shook it from side to side as if admiring a mirror, looking quite satisfied.

He withdrew his golden energy, but the oppressive heat around him did not dissipate because of his movement.

He didn't take off immediately, but leaned forward and brought his face close to Barbara's.

Barbara was so close that she could see the crimson gold flowing deep in his pupils, so close that the sunflower leaf almost brushed against the tip of her nose.

"Your name is Barbara Gordon, right?"

Xiu En's voice was very low.

"In one of the unfortunate timelines I saw before, you were confined to a wheelchair, staring blankly at a monitor for the rest of your life. Because some clown with makeup thought that was funny."

Barbara's fingers, which were typing on the keyboard, froze in mid-air.

This didn't seem like a threat, because she couldn't see any murderous intent in those eyes.

All I see is pity?

"Bruce, that guy, he may be stubborn, but he brought you in early to rewrite those terrible scripts. For the sake of keeping you in a wheelchair, I won't charge interest on this time for smearing me."

As Xiu En straightened up, the oppressive feeling that had sent chills down Barbara's spine instantly vanished, and he returned to being the boisterous, radiant man he always was.

"And, ma'am, what about your so-called secrecy!"

He pointed to the muscle lines on his body that were even more prominent under the holy light filter.

"It's like putting a plastic wrap on an elephant that glows in the dark. I didn't wear a mask from beginning to end, and no one in Gotham could shine like that except me."

boom!

Before Barbara could retort, Shuen soared into the sky. The oracle was left stunned, glancing instinctively at his perfectly fine legs, and shivering inexplicably.

The night wind in Gotham turned into a sharp blade at an altitude of two thousand meters.

Xiu En covered the sunflower on his shoulder with a thin layer of golden energy to prevent Ivy from being blown bald.

"You scared that little girl just now."

The sunflower's voice came from behind.

"I'm trying to bring her to her senses."

Shuen performed a difficult spin in the air, looking down at Wayne Manor, which was still brightly lit.

"Barbara from another world? How do you know about this?"

The sunflower clearly cares more about this.

"Bruce copied another Bruce's file before, and you were here with him. He's now keeping the file in the Batcave and has a lot of plans in mind. You can take a look if you're interested."

Xiu En pursed his lips.

"Besides, with this level of recognizability, if anyone can't recognize me as Hugh, then all the ophthalmologists in Gotham should be rolling in money."

The exciting chapter "Chapter 145: The Sun and the Hacker Girl" is now available online. Click to read it now!