American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Bruce put the cup of black tea that he was about to hand to Hugh back on Afu's tray.

Even under these circumstances, the butler did not let a single drop of liquid spill.

"Looks like afternoon tea will have to be taken away, young master."

"Firepower configuration is Grade A, equipped with heavy explosives."

Zatana also went over and looked at the screen at a bomb disposal vehicle that had just been overturned by a rocket launcher, as well as the figures wearing skull masks who were still firing wildly.

"This kind of rude behavior makes him look more like a nouveau riche."

"He's one of Black Mask's subordinates."

Bruce quickly identified the tattoos on one of the thugs.

"With the power vacuum created by the Court of Owls, the wolves and tigers under Gotham can't sit still anymore. They don't want to save people; they want to seize the assets that the Court hasn't had time to destroy, including those damned Dionysian factors."

As he spoke, several magnetic clips clicked back into place, and he transformed from Bruce back into the gloomy vigilante.

"Zatana, I need you..."

"stop."

The female magician was a little disgusted when she saw Bruce transformed into Batman.

He made a no sign in front of him and pulled a stack of bills out of his hat.

"I only take magic-related jobs, my dear sweetheart. Gangster shootouts aren't in my terms of service, mainly because they're too dirty, and the smell of gunpowder is bad for my skin."

Then, she turned her finger and pointed directly at Xiu En, who was pretending to look around at the scenery.

Xiu En felt that two gazes had completely blocked his escape route.

Don't look at me.

Xiu En tugged at his new trench coat, looking righteous.

"I am just a religious person who does not yet have any permission to hold a gathering of believers, and I have a serious underlying lung disease. Ah Fu, your vegetable juice has not completely healed my psychological trauma."

"Those thugs are cutting up the third escort vehicle."

Bruce brought up a detailed view where sparks of metal cutting flashed.

"According to the inventory, the car was carrying original gold coins that the court had kept for many years. I mean, the kind of precious metals that have no bank transaction records."

Xiu En very naturally stuffed the waffle into his mouth and quickly wiped his mouth with a napkin.

"These blasphemers!"

Xiu En's voice was righteous and indignant, and there was no trace of the fact that he had just been avoiding labor.

Shu En didn't really care about the gold coins; he just went up the steps with Batman, and he was quite excited that Batman had invited him to go with him!

"How can glory and wealth fall into the hands of such mortals who only make noise! ​​I must represent the White Emperor to purify them!"

"very good."

Bruce didn't call out the lame excuse and simply pressed the start button on the Batmobile.

"I've already informed Alvin that he's upstairs on standby. As bait, I mean, as on-site support, your aura combined with that new trench coat should catch them off guard."

"Didn't you just mention bait? And how did you command Alvin?"

Before Xiu En could ask any questions, he felt himself being pulled by a strong force. As A Fu passed by him, he slipped something wrapped in tin foil that looked like a sandwich into his arms.

"Eat on the road, Mr. Shuen. And please be careful not to get the mustard on the clothes that Miss Zatana has enchanted for you."

As the engine roared, Hugh found himself in despair once again sitting in the passenger seat of the Batmobile, that ominous spot often jokingly referred to as the Robin ejection seat.

But before that, he had to at least eat the sandwich.

The Batmobile has locked onto its target; thick black smoke is rising over Gotham in the distance, like a giant distress signal or some kind of invitation to chaos.

When Shuen was in the car and felt that Zatana probably couldn't hear what he was saying, he started asking Batman questions.

"That magician who can make even bills disappear with magic calls you sweetheart? I thought that kind of address only appeared in the third chapter of some third-rate romantic novel, or in the late-night 'GG' on some porn site."

He took a bite of his sandwich, his cheeks bulging as he stared at Bruce, who was rapidly switching traffic light permissions, his eyes brighter than the searchlights outside.

"Given the magic of her outfit and my trench coat."

Xiu En swallowed the ham slice that he hadn't yet swallowed.

"I think you can forget about using 'just friends' as an excuse. Unless she's an experimental partner you met at magic school who's specifically responsible for cutting you into three pieces and turning you back."

Bruce's finger paused on the holographic control panel for a moment.

"Ex-girlfriend".

These three words sounded unusually low in Batman's tone.

"She is my most trusted advisor in the magical world, which is why she is willing to offer her help."

Bruce jerked the steering wheel, and the Batmobile executed a beautiful right-angle drift, dodging a stray bullet that seemed to have come from nowhere.

"I paid the fee too."

Wow!

This time, Xiu En changed his tone again, even clearing his throat and lowering his vocal cords to a very low pitch, trying to imitate Batman's deep voice.

"Ex-girlfriend, oh—"

"What ex-girlfriend would teleport to you without a second thought after hearing her ex-boyfriend's request, and even call you 'sweetheart'?"

Xiu rolled his eyes, shrank back into the comfortable chair, and carefully caught the falling bread crumbs with a napkin.

"Not to mention the way she looked at you, it was only slightly less intense than how that rabbit looked at me just now."

"Or perhaps?"

Xiu En looked at the firelight outside and delivered the final blow.

"Does Gotham's Bruce really possess the magic to make people want to come back even after a breakup to earn that huge alimony or counseling fee?"

"Hold on tight."

Bruce apparently decided to end the seminar on emotional ethics.

He pulled the safety latch on the weapon system and floored the accelerator.

The entire vehicle instantly generated a feeling of being pushed back into the atmosphere, as if it wanted to leave its soul behind.

"Hey! The wasabi is leaking!"

Xiu En's screams were completely drowned out by the sound of rocket explosions outside.

The overpass ahead had broken in two, and through the thick black smoke, a group of madmen wearing skull masks could be seen firing wildly at a half-overturned armored vehicle.

"Alvin has arrived at point C."

Bruce's eyes turned cold again.

"Shuen, remember our division of labor. You're going to be the marker."

The Batmobile crashed through the guardrail and landed in the center of the mob's encirclement.

Xiu En sighed.

"Okay, okay."

He muttered as he opened the car door, and in that instant, the battlefield that originally belonged to the night and the smoke suddenly lit up with a light that seemed to burn one's eyes.

"Everyone! Look here!"

Xiu En stood in the very center of the darkness, arms outstretched, his trench coat billowing in the strong wind and energy, like a spotlight descending upon the battlefield!

"I'd like to ask, who's in charge of that vault? I heard there are gold coins there that need purification!"