American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Chapter 101 The Villain's Unbelievable Luck!

[You, the great villainous savior, easily defeated the angel of death, Azrael!]

[Points +500]

[Long-term quest triggered: Night's Blade]

Mission Objective: Personally defeat or kill top assassins from at least 12 different clandestine organizations.

[Progress: 2/12]

[Reward: Unknown]

[PS: Most of Gotham's assassins will rise again after death for "some reason." It is recommended that the host finish them off, cremate them on the spot, and scatter their ashes into Gotham Harbor.]

A long-term mission?

Another one?

Dior took out his lighter, lit it, and threw it onto a pile of trash some distance away.

The flames burned fiercely.

He stared at the fire that was engulfing Azrael's remains and let out a long breath.

Another long-term quest has been triggered—as everyone knows, the quest rewards, though unknown, will certainly be very generous.

"Great job, Master Dior!"

Alfred's proud voice came from behind, "A meticulously crafted plan!"

"Alfred? It's you."

Dior turned around.

The old housekeeper was jogging over from the unfinished building, a sniper rifle slung over his shoulder, his face showing rare excitement.

Thankfully, they weren't the scavengers used by the Church of St. Dumas to reclaim sacred artifacts.

"Why are you here?"

Upon hearing this, Alfred stopped and frankly said, "I'm worried."

"Compared to keeping an eye on Bruce picking up girls at school, your situation is more urgent."

"How's his progress going?"

Dio glanced at the longsword on the ground, picked it up, and tossed it around: "Did you kiss it?"

"They kissed."

Alfred smiled subtly. "Like two clumsy fledglings fighting over an insect."

"Baby birds stealing insects??"

Dio smiled too, the image of Bruce kissing the vixen already flashing through his mind.

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now, Alfred?"

"You're thinking about what to do with these two swords, Master Dio, but if I may be so bold... they're a hot potato."

Dio nodded; this coincided with his own thoughts.

Alfred is right; taking those two swords will only bring endless trouble.

The training of the Angel of Death is passed down through generations. Once someone takes the sword, they will attract apprentices, and then apprentices of those apprentices, in an endless stream.

Moreover, he tried it and found that he was completely unable to utilize their abilities.

"Hmph, then I'll stay here."

Dio snorted coldly, glanced around, and had an idea: "By the way, are there any landmines left?"

"Of course, there are many more."

"There are many more."

Dio shoved the sword back into the ground, gave a disdainful laugh, and said, "Let's leave. You find someone to kidnap Bruce and that vixen from the school."

"Okay, I'll arrange it right away."

Alfred took out his phone and started dialing, walking forward: "Young Master Dior, the car is parked over there. Where do we need to go?"

"Go to the hospital, Gotham General Hospital."

After lingering for a short while, the two got into their car and left.

Shortly afterward, a loud bang came from the direction of the unfinished building.

On the way, Dio took advantage of his good luck and did another ten-pull.

The results came out, and the most valuable items turned out to be a bottle of fear gas and some throwing knives.

Why am I so unlucky?

Oh, right, it seems the information about the saint's remains has also been updated.

Dior had a sudden idea.

[The Saint's Remains - Left Eye]

[Category: Remains]

[Ability 1: Increase Luck]

[Ability 2: Enhance a host's specific technology]

[Ability 3: Unknown]

[P.S.: If a corpse likes you, it will keep all misfortunes away from you, but this comes at a price. Remember not to overdraw your luck.]

My luck?

Dior frowned.

Thinking about it carefully, today was indeed unusually smooth, as if something in the dark was helping him.

The fact that I didn't get anything good in the lottery just now means that my luck is going to be low.

"So that's how it is."

Dio nodded, and they soon arrived at Gotham General Hospital.

He told Alfred to wait in the car while he walked toward Tabitha's hospital room.

The door was pushed open.

Tabitha instinctively gripped the pistol under her pillow, her eyes wary.

Ever since Dior drove her to the brink of despair, she has kept a pistol for self-defense.

Dior threw Sylvie's photo onto the bed and sat down.

"I've rescued the person, now it's your turn."

Tabitha glanced down at the photo, her fingers subtly tightening around the gun handle.

She thought Dior hadn't noticed, but little did she know that her every move was being watched.

So that's what you were planning all along?

Dio's face darkened, and he reached out, grabbed her hand that was holding the gun, and lifted it up.

"You're planning to kill me and then go pick up Sylvie yourself?"

"Or are you saying you never intended to honor the contract in the first place?"

"Let me remind you, Tabitha."

Dio forced Tabitha to look him in the eye, saying each word clearly: "Our initial agreement was that I would rescue your niece, and you would tell me the location of the Order."

"Right?"

Tabitha's head was held down firmly by the Golden Experience; she tried to exert force, but her wrists remained unmoved.

The unseen thing pressed on her pressure points with its hand, preventing her from even pulling the trigger.

Dio lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "You don't even have the courage to fire a gun, yet you want to kill me?"

Tabitha gritted her teeth, her eyes flashing with a fierce light, but she did not back down!

"I'm Partner Number One, Tabby."

Dio didn't leave Tabitha's ear, his voice low: "You are one."

Tabitha closed her eyes, hiding the resentment within them:

'

...Partner Number Two.

"marvelous."

Dior snapped his fingers, signaling Gold Experience to release her arm.

"Where is the cult located?"

"In the basement of a bathhouse in Chinatown."

Tabitha spoke at lightning speed, recounting how the members of the St. Dumas Order arrived in Gotham, how they moved so quickly, and the locations of their various outposts.

"Is it moved through the sewers?"

Dior nodded knowingly.

This was pretty much what he had guessed, since the future Batman would also prefer this method of movement.

"Given your behavior, Tabby."

Dio stood up, looking down at her. "From now on, you will follow me until I have dealt with Saint-Dumas and your brother."

"But my injuries haven't healed yet." Tabitha instinctively gripped the sheet tighter.

"That's not a problem."

Dior gave a cold laugh, and the Golden Experience behind him reached out to her shoulder: "It just hurts a little."

Tabitha swallowed hard.

The next second, the senses were amplified infinitely by the vitality infused into them!

The tingling sensation of skin and flesh healing, the aching and swelling of bones returning to their proper place—all the senses explode at once.

"ah!!!!!"

The screams echoed in the ward for a full five seconds before stopping.

After a while.

Dior walked out of Gotham General Hospital, followed by a woman whose gait was somewhat unnatural.

The car door opened, and the two got into the car.

"Drive, Alfred, let's go find Bruce."

"Yes, Master Dior."

Alfred glanced at the aggressive, tall woman through the rearview mirror and wisely kept quiet.

In the back seat.

"Aren't you afraid that Bruce Wayne will be completely infatuated with Sylvie?"

In the back seat, Tabitha turned her head, stared at the blond boy who was sitting calmly, and couldn't help but say, "You're overthinking it."

Dior hadn't even considered that possibility.

Who is Bruce Wayne?

That's just a Batman mask.

Even Batman is a mask.

The black-haired boy's heart was filled with nothing but pain and revenge.

There's simply no room for anyone else.

But Tabitha was very confident because Sylvie had been trained by the Order since childhood, and she knew how to be a vixen.

"Shall we make a bet?"

"If Bruce falls for Sylvie, then let me go."

"If not, I will work for you until I am able to start my own business."

A hint of amusement flashed in Dior's eyes.

He never does business at a loss.

Even if you lose, you can always back out.

Moreover, he didn't believe Bruce would be smitten at all.

"Okay, I agree."

With Peter dead and no one in place to manage the intelligence network, Tabitha was a perfect candidate.