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

Chapter 115 Bruce's Awakening

"Tonight was a close call; we almost lost this city."

The enormous owl-shaped statue cast two cylindrical beams of light that shone on the woman.

"I think it's necessary to urge Hugo to accelerate his research."

Catherine slowly poured herself a full cup of black tea and said casually, "I heard that another experimental subject has recently been successfully resurrected?"

"Yes, his name is Peter Parker. He has retained some memories, but not many."

"Not much? That means there's progress, that's good."

Catherine nodded, glanced at the daily messages on her phone, and her eyes darkened: "But compared to the experiment, we still need to deal with the Wayne Corporation's affairs first."

"Our little Bruce has been quite naughty lately. We need to teach him that no one can offend the court."

The attendant nodded slightly, took out a tablet, and handed the candidate to Catherine.

"The candidate has been chosen. This person is very suitable. He is already on the verge of death and will seize any olive branch offered to him."

Catherine took the tablet and examined it carefully, and was very satisfied.

"He's the one. Let my little boy cooperate with him."

"yes.

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Wayne Manor.

After the clown's antics, the three Wayne family members completely lost their desire to celebrate.

Not only them, but the Gotham City Police Department and the entire city were exhausted.

Jerome unleashed the pent-up madness of everyone, causing countless disturbances.

Bruce walked into the study and sat down opposite Dior without saying a word.

a long time.

"I didn't kill Jerome."

"I know, and I respect your choice."

Dio glanced at Bruce, whose face was contorted with complex emotions, and scoffed, "You're confused now?"

"I want to know, you killed so many people, don't you feel any remorse?" Bruce asked.

"Feeling bad? Are those scumbags worth feeling bad about?"

Dio turned a page of his book without even lifting his eyelids, and said indifferently, "Do you think everyone is like you, needing to mentally prepare themselves before killing a chicken?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce remained silent for a moment, then clenched his fist:

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"...I won't become like you."

"Whatever you want."

Dio finally glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips. "But Bruce, simply not killing won't save Gotham."

"Then I'll use another method."

Bruce stood up seriously, his voice turning serious: "I will find a way to make this city no longer need people like you."

Dio's smile faltered slightly. He stared into Dio's eyes for two seconds, then slowly nodded. "Then I'll wait and see."

After Bruce left the study, Dio began to tally up his gains over the past few days.

First of all.

[Points: 1800]

Secondly, I gained a fairly useful passive ability.

at last...

Dior turned his attention to the section on "Saint's Remains - Eyes".

At this moment, another ability has been added to the list.

[Ability 3: Guardian Spirit]

[Resonate with the Earth: When you walk on geological surfaces such as sand, rock, and cement, the ripples amplify the range of vibrations transmitted from the ground, allowing you to detect enemies or vehicles running in the distance in advance.]

A "Guardian Spirit" statue can be condensed in sandy or dusty environments, allowing your thoughts to be transmitted to people within a certain range, enabling silent tactical commands.

[P.S.: The Guardian Spirit only works in the Americas.]

Is this how I communicate with the silver bullet?

Dio stroked his chin, and many things suddenly became clear.

This ability can be very powerful if used well. It can not only convey instructions to teammates, but also to the enemy. For example, it can disguise the voice of an enemy teammate to create tactical deception.

However, this requires onomatopoeia skills, specifically onomatopoeia skills at the level of will.

Dior glanced at the sky outside the window, rubbed his temples, and went back to the bedroom.

Halloween is finally coming to an end.

What a crazy day.

All he wanted to do was get a good night's sleep and hope that no more outrageous news would appear in the newspapers tomorrow morning.

The next day, noon.

Having slept all morning, Dior has arrived at the Wayne Group's laboratory.

He came today to put something on the agenda.

That was the matter of infiltrating the Indian Hills laboratory to steal DNA implantation technology.

We have plenty of infiltration methods now, but what we lack is how to find the entrance to Indian Mountain.

Multiple sources indicate that "Indian Hill," which was used to dispose of toxic waste, has long been completely closed.

In fact, the toxic waste treatment plant never existed in the first place; it was just a cover-up.

Therefore, the real entrance and exit could not possibly be hidden in the open.

"Fox, do you have any way of finding some underground facilities?"

Fox adjusted his glasses, pondered for a moment, and then nodded: "Yes, and it's very simple, but it depends on what kind of facility you're looking for."

Dior smiled subtly.

The two of them had been pretending not to know what was going on, but now it's time to be frank.

"I'm looking for an underground laboratory. You must have heard about the attack on Wayne Manor, right?"

Fox nodded slightly: "Of course, the GCPD said it was two mutated animals that came from the forest and attacked?"

"Yes, in fact, these are two experimental subjects."

Dio observed Fox's expression and, seeing that he had become more serious, understood: "You do know something, so I won't ask you how you know."

"Tell me how you found an underground laboratory."

Fox took a deep breath, shook his head, and declined.

"This is dangerous."

"All I need is for you to tell me how to find it, Fox."

Upon hearing this, Fox hesitated for a long time before finally speaking: "I can improve a Geiger counter to detect trace amounts of radiation emitted from underground facilities."

"But the instrument has a limited range; it has to be close enough to detect the specific entrance."

So, does that mean I need to go to Arkham?

What reason?

Should we go in for a visit as the biggest sponsor?

Dior fell into deep thought.

The current headmaster of Arkham is Hugo Strange. Visiting under his nose, even if you find the entrance, your purpose will be exposed.

So what should we do?

Should I find a madman to scout out Arkham for me?

Thinking about it this way, he actually came up with the most suitable candidate.

After leaving Wayne Enterprises, Dior didn't go home, but instead had a taxi turn into the Gotham Police Department.

He spent a few minutes bribing the guard at the door by claiming to be "Wayne's adopted son," saying he needed to speak with the medical examiner.

The guard hesitated for a moment, but then let them through.

Shortly after, at the Gotham Police Department.

"Come on, friends, I believe you can catch all the Joker gang villains."

Thanks, Ed.

Gordon patted the other man on the shoulder and smiled genuinely. "I'll look into what happened to Miss Collinger later."

"Okay, Detective Gordon."

Ed watched Gordon's departing figure, his face darkening for a moment before disappearing again.

He hurried back to the dissection room, ready to have a good talk with "his other self" about this.

Push open the door.

But they found that someone was already standing in the dissection room.

"Wow, wow, wow, your progress is really surprising, Ed?"

Dior, holding Miss Collinger's file, turned around and was met with a pair of gloomy eyes.

"Shall we have a proper talk?"

"friend?"

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