American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

At the entrance of the museum.

Afu gave the staff a tip, and the queue that was originally long enough for people to watch the whole movie instantly turned into a wide road in front of Xiuen.

Xiu En crossed the red cordon, his sunglasses reflecting the lights from the museum's dome.

The security gate emitted a near-explosive shriek as he passed through, but the security guard, whom Afu had bribed, simply turned his head to the side as if the alarm was nothing more than some kind of tinnitus.

"Is this also a kind of superpower?"

Sunflower, perched on the edge of Xiu En's trench coat pocket, muttered something in a voice only the three of them could hear.

"I think this shines even brighter than your golden light."

"This is called money power, a very ancient and practical kind of magic."

If the curator here heard Xiu En's evaluation of his life's work, he would probably have a stroke on the spot.

"Too old."

Xiu En stood in front of a display case, pointed at a bronze dagger with a history of three thousand years, shook his head, and his face showed the same disgust that a Michelin judge would have when eating leftover pre-cooked food.

"This copper is dead. Its internal molecular structure is as soft and limp as a damp biscuit. One bite and it tastes like the earthy smell of a grave. Soulless, zero points."

Afu gracefully held up the brochure behind him: "It's truly regrettable. It seems the Sumerian metallurgical techniques didn't take your tastes a step further, thousands of years later. But perhaps, as I checked in the car, it's still the most complete surviving example..."

"No, that one over there tastes even worse."

Xiu En interrupted Afu's explanation, his gaze sweeping over the priceless treasures and landing on a corner leading to the staff rest area, as if he had sensed something.

"I felt it too!"

Ivy's voice suddenly became sharp, no longer sounding like her previous arrogant teasing, but rather a genuine empathetic tremor after her plant-like nature was awakened.

Her once vibrant green leaves now stood up like bristling hairs, and her tiny roots clung tightly to the edge of Xiu En's pocket.

"Underground...very deep down. Something is howling, plants, lots of plants. They're being cut open and burned by some kind of poisonous energy...it's an extremely disgusting pain."

The sunflower's head suddenly turned towards the floor, its anger almost palpable.

"They're making monsters there!"

At the same time, Xiu En also caught that familiar stench.

It has that cold, metallic smell mixed with the smell of gunpowder and cheap lubricant.

Behind the yellow sign that reads "Under Repair, Do Not Enter".

Two men wearing blue overalls, whose trapezius muscles were still very prominent on their necks despite their hats being pulled down low, were hurrying past carrying a long, black box.

The box didn't seem heavy, but the two men gripped it with extreme care, as if it contained something that could explode at any moment.

Moreover, Xiu En could smell that faint, "firefly-like" radiant odor even through two walls.

"Looks like afternoon tea will be in the basement today."

Xiu En pushed up his sunglasses, a smile that looked anything but kind of a smile spreading across his face.

"Let's go check out those fresh, hot dishes."

Just as the two burly men in repair uniforms were about to turn into the iron gate that read "No Trespassing," Xiu En suddenly quickened his pace.

Xiu En reached out and patted one of the burly men on the broad shoulder, landing on the hanging strap that was sticking out halfway from the edge of his pocket.

The black matte card holder with the tiny "W" logo was more eye-catching than pure gold in Xiu En's eyes.

Hey buddy.

"Are outsourced teams paid this well these days? They can even give maintenance workers high-level access cards for Wayne's R&D department to wear as brooches?"

The moment the agent felt his shoulder being touched, he said nothing. Using the momentum of turning around, his right hand reached for the concealed holster under his ribs, while his left hand was about to smash the damned black box in his hand at this reckless intruder.

But he forgot that he wasn't alone there.

Or rather, it's not just about "people".

"Don't touch the weapon with your dirty hands!"

A sharp, angry shout exploded in everyone's minds.

Before Xiu En could even execute his pretentious tactical dodge, several dark green vines, no thicker than a little finger, pierced through the fiber layer of the agent's seemingly high-quality stab-proof vest.

They were all "stitched" together, along with their hands and the half-drawn miniature submachine gun.

"Ms. Ivy, while I appreciate your enthusiasm, this is, after all, a society governed by the rule of law."

Ah Fu gracefully stepped over the agent on the ground who was suddenly restrained and was doing a dry-land frog swim. Although he was saying words of dissuasion, he skillfully kicked the submachine gun that had fallen to the ground far away.

Xiu En bent down, completely ignoring the agent's horrified expression, and pulled the card out of his chest.

This was actually a real card; the chip inside even pulsed with extremely regular rhythm thanks to Xiu En's special metallic sensing ability.

"Wayne Tech's security is really leaky; how could a card of this level end up on some scoundrel in Central City?"

Xiu En twirled the card between his fingers twice and raised an eyebrow at Afu.

"See, this saves us the trouble of breaking down the door. A legitimate inspection feels really good."

The agent on the ground, who was still struggling, was about to shout out the rendezvous code or some threat when Ivy gagged him with a blade.

"interesting."

Afu took the cards and began to compare them.

My hand trembled very slightly as I looked at the green code flashing on the handheld screen.

His eyebrows furrowed, and his expression was even more serious than when he saw the young master not eating vegetables.

"This is Level A R&D authorization. And it's the highest priority; theoretically, only Mr. Lucius himself, or even I, could authorize this level. But the problem is..."

Afu tapped the screen twice, but the area where employee ID photos and names should have been displayed was instead a blank page, like static on a television screen.

"This is just a shadow. The card is real, the chip code is real, but this person doesn't exist in the personnel file at all."

"I like this setting."

Xiu En casually tossed the card in his hand like a coin toss.

"This is practically made for the convenience of concerned citizens like us to check things out. It seems Bruce isn't just Gotham's richest man, but also the biggest sucker in America. Is someone using his money and his one-click access card to create a biohazard in the basement of his museum?"

"It might even be worse."

Afu put away the terminal.

Before the agent, who was tied up like a dumpling, could even beg for mercy, Xiu En went straight to the hidden access control disguised as a power distribution box.

The anonymous but functional black magnetic card was simply taped lightly, and the wall smoothly split apart to both sides.

There was even an extremely gentle AI female voice saying in a standard welcoming tone: "Identity confirmed. Welcome back to B-13 Laboratory. We are unlocking your Level 1 biosecurity lock."

"Look at this service attitude."

Xiu En swaggered in, casually hooking the black box that the agent had dropped with his toe and sliding it into the elevator behind him.

The heavy black alloy box bumped into the metal floor of the elevator as it slid along.

It was this impact that caused the contents of the box to respond.

It was a vibration that could be felt even without hearing, like the frantic pumping of a tiny heart in extreme fear.

"This box?"

Ivy lay on the edge of Xiu En's pocket, and the vines that had been bristling like thorns suddenly softened for a moment, a mixture of pure confusion and a deeper resonance.

"There's... the remains of life inside? It's not just a simple plant; its wavelength is strange, like something has been forcibly mixed together."

"Don't rush, we'll lift the lid when we get to the table."

Xiu En pressed the only lit button, B2, and the elevator doors slowly closed, trapping Afuna's figure inside as he tried to contact headquarters to plug the loophole.

Soon, the underground world filled with the screams of plants will open its doors to these three guys who are even more like bosses than villains.

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