American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The submarine's pilot probably felt that being holed up in that few inches of bulletproof alloy was better than facing that luminous madman outside.

The device on top of the submarine turned, emitting a piercing sound of charging energy, clearly preparing for some kind of final, desperate struggle.

"It seems he opted for the family bucket meal."

Xiu En smiled.

He placed his hand on the petals of his new pet, which had been poised to pounce.

"Go on, big guy. Tell me with your new teeth how much you hate being locked up in this metal shell."

The roar of the submarine engine echoed through the enclosed underground reservoir, causing the stalactites above to shed dust.

The newly appointed black-gold carnivorous plant clearly enjoyed the provocation.

Its dozen or so alloy tentacles, reinforced by Hugh's additives, ignored the armor plates and plunged deep into the submarine's hull.

"Empty."

Alfred didn't even need any detectors; he made his judgment simply by listening to the sound, which resembled the cracking of a gong.

The old butler shook his head regretfully.

"It seems that villains these days have almost completely lost even the basic professional ethics of sticking with their ships to the death."

This trick might fool a few superheroes who can only shoot.

Unfortunately, he was facing a consumer who treated metal as food.

Xiu En was no longer in his original position when that big iron shell let out its first roar.

In the darkest corner of the reservoir, there is a passage that even municipal maintenance workers avoid.

The air here is completely shielded from all visible light sources.

A figure wearing a close-fitting tactical diving suit and carrying a huge cube-shaped backpack was moving around here with extreme caution.

The movements were indeed very professional; the sound of flowing water concealed their footsteps, and the camouflage cloth on their bodies could make them disappear visually in the dark.

The outsider held his breath, clutching the black box containing the fruits of his research tightly in his arms.

He stepped carefully on the pipe joints, trying not to make any vibration.

He heard the deafening roar of the submarine being torn apart by the plant monster behind him, and a mocking sneer curled at the corner of his mouth.

Just ten meters ahead is the access gate to the city's most complex sewage network.

As long as I can get to that place...

"Hey, not bad technique. But your walking posture is a bit awkward; were your legs too weak from being scared earlier?"

What was originally pitch black suddenly turned into noon.

The figure froze in mid-air, one foot still dangling, not daring to put it down.

Xiu En sat on the railing directly above the trapdoor.

His unreasonable golden light transformed the dark, damp, and moldy sewer into an atmosphere reminiscent of a Michelin-starred restaurant.

"And I'm curious, do you have some kind of condition where you can't walk without carrying N metal on your back?"

Xiu En pointed to the backpack on the leader's back.

"Even through three layers of lead radiation shielding, I can smell that mouthwatering aroma coming from inside. Are you planning to hand it over yourself to pay for this meal, or should I beat you up and eat you as an extra?"

For the first time in his life, this outsider truly understood what it meant to have nowhere to retreat.

In front of them were the Light People, and behind them were the Monster Plants, who were furious because they had opened an empty package.

His breathing quickened, and his hand slowly reached for the red button on his waist.

That was the last line of defense for this equipment: an antimatter grenade powerful enough to blow everything within a few hundred meters into the air.

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A vibrant green vine lashed his wrist.

Before the controller could even light up, it was shoved directly into the nearby sewage ditch.

"He plans to self-destruct."

Pamela Ivy's voice came from the pocket of Hugh's trench coat, her tone full of disdain for this waste of life.

"That's so unoriginal."

Xiu En shrugged innocently.

"Look, even my sunflowers look down on you. Now, could you please separate yourself from that valuable bag behind you, this environmental pollutant?"

Faced with the vine that was entangled with his opponent, Xiu En wisely moved his buttocks to the side.

"See, that solves the problem. Why did you have to force my flower to throw a tantrum?"

He gestured with his chin towards the black, humanoid object that could only twitch helplessly on the ground.

The resolve to end his own life seemed laughable in the face of such an overwhelming power disparity, especially after the fatal switch was easily seized by a plant.

Afu reminded him from the side.

"I think the interrogation work should be handed over to more suitable people."

Xiu En clapped his hands and glanced at the old man who had been silent ever since he came down.

"Ah Fu, tell this guy about Gotham's rules. Tell him that if you steal something, you not only have to return it, but you also have to pay interest...maybe a finger?"

He first took out a handkerchief and wiped his leather shoes before slowly walking onto the damp and dark maintenance platform.

Even deep in the sewers, the old butler's back remained ramrod straight.

"Sir, even if you are engaged in the dishonorable industry of illegal intrusion and technology theft, that is no excuse for your disheveled appearance."

Afu's calm voice made Ivy, who was initially a little nervous, relax.

He walked up to the prisoner who was forced to kneel on the ground and looked down at the tactical helmet that was still tightly fitted even after being hit.

"Furthermore, Wayne Enterprises is extremely disappointed with this shoddy imitation. If this protective suit you're wearing were altered at some street tailor shop, that would be one thing, but if you're someone with taste?"

As he spoke, Afu did not wait for a response from the other party.

His fingers gripped the edge of the mask's clasp.

Click.

The airtight lock is released.

The black, half-covered helmet that concealed all the features of the outsider was gently removed.

"Perhaps we can glean something from your face?"

Afu's polite words suddenly stopped halfway through.

It wasn't because the face was particularly scary.

It's not because there are any alien features hidden there.

Even for Alfred, this face was all too familiar.

Because he could see this face in the mirror every morning when he got up to shave.

The outsider slightly raised his head.

Despite having a gruesome scar on his forehead that, even after it had healed, still looked menacing.

Although the eyebrow on that side was completely white, his eyes were filled with a chilling madness and scheming.

But he still looks exactly like Alfred Pennyworth.

"Pfft—cough cough cough!"

Xiu En jumped down from the railing and darted between the two men in a few steps.

He first looked at the bound "Afu" in disbelief, then turned to look at the standing Afu. The golden light even created the same reflective effect on the two almost identical bald heads.

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