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

Chapter 132 Red and Blue Figures Swaying Between Buildings

Night fell, and everything finally came to an end.

"Where are my men? Where are my men?!"

As Hugo was shoved into the back seat of the police car, he continued to struggle, shouting, "You won't understand! You're going to be in trouble!"

"Really? You bald, crazy scientist."

Harvey pressed down hard on the bald head, shoving it in, and chuckled coldly, "You'd better start planning your prison sentence!"

"You are exactly the moment they like."

"Will those lunatics in prison torment you to the point of wishing you were dead?"

"Ha ha."

The car door closed, and Harvey clapped his hands, looking utterly disgusted.

"Hey Harvey, our great hero says we're in trouble."

Gordon hung up the phone, put one hand on his hip, and walked over with a troubled look on his face. "The thing that was kept under Indian Mountain has escaped."

"Yeah?"

"Several police cars just chased a bus that came out of Indian Hills."

Harvey's face darkened, and he immediately said, "It must be that one."

After quickly discussing their strategy, the two leaned against the police car and smoked.

The taste of nicotine swirled in my lungs, finally easing my tense nerves a little.

"Would you like to come to my office for a drink later?"

"Come on, Harvey."

Gordon exhaled a puff of smoke, but a shadow suddenly swept across their heads.

Whoosh!

It's incredibly fast.

"Huh? What's that?"

Harvey squinted, quickly stubbed out his cigarette, and looked up.

Gordon also looked up.

Between skyscrapers.

A red and blue figure shot out from the edge of the rooftop, drawing an arc in the air.

He shot out a white thread that stuck to the glass curtain wall of the building opposite, and his body swung across.

The movements were light and fluid, like a nimble spider gliding through the urban canyon.

Before the two could recover from their shock, the man shot out another strand of silk, and he sprang up again, swinging away into the distance.

"Wait, wait, what's that?"

Harvey rubbed his eyes, wondering if it was a hallucination caused by not wearing his glasses. "Am I seeing things? A pervert in a bodysuit bungee jumping on a rooftop?"

"Harvey, one person is seeing things, two people are seeing ghosts."

"Because I saw it too."

Gordon stared, mouth slightly agape, at the figure moving gracefully among the skyscrapers, before finally letting out a sigh.

"Sigh, really..."

When did Gotham start to become increasingly strange?

Penguin, Riddler, Monster of Indian Mountain, Frogman, Crocodile, Frozen Man.

Needless to say, Jerome the Clown is another one.

What are all these things?

When did this city become different?

It seems to have started when he bypassed the Penguin?

Gordon shook his head, but a thought suddenly popped into his mind.

If one day Gotham starts to get better.

Then he must retire and go home to enjoy life.

for sure!

Meanwhile, the bomb disposal team also went their separate ways.

Selena said she was going to find her friend, the firefly.

The riddle-maker disappeared without a trace.

Fox said he was going to have a couple of drinks to calm his nerves.

Dior and Bruce got into Alfred's car.

The car door closed, the engine started, and Arkham outside the window grew smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror until it was swallowed by the night.

The car was completely silent.

[Mission Name: Arkham Countdown]

[Task Completed]

[Reward: 500 Points, Passive Skill - Gotham Bomb Disposal Expert]

Dio glanced at the points that had broken the three thousand mark on the panel and was figuring out how to use them when Bruce spoke up.

What did they say to you when they took you away?

"Some boring things." Dio's heart sank.

The clone's body is still lying in the alley; the court should already know.

But the experimental subject from Indian Hill escaped, and the media, police, and city hall are all investigating, so retaliation is unlikely to come in the short term.

This period will provide room for maneuver.

Whether they live or die depends on whether they can get a card that makes the Owl Court hesitant to act during this period.

Now that Alfred is not at the manor, Reggie must have also stolen the false clues left by Bruce.

simply put.

The court's attention was diverted, giving him time!

The advantage lies with me!

Dior silently reflected on this in his mind.

"Something boring?"

Bruce gave him a deep look, but didn't ask any more questions.

A man who was taken away by the court and then returned from the laboratory, with unclear motives, helped them defuse the bomb and escape from the Indian Mountains.

What's in it for?

Bruce's eyes were somewhat deep.

He believed that Dior had obtained what he wanted during the operation.

But it doesn't matter, he'll find out soon enough.

Hugo was the breakthrough point, as were the courts and the news.

There are still people working for Weizan Pharmaceuticals.

Dior's plans will soon come to light.

"That was a close call today."

Alfred, noticing the silence in the car, took the initiative to lighten the mood, "Hopefully you two have learned your lesson. Your adventure game with the police should be over now, right?"

Is this a question?

Bruce smiled slightly, turned and exchanged a glance with Dio, who nodded.

Bruce understood Dio's meaning and, under Alfred's terrified gaze, kept saying, "Listen, Alfred, Gotham has a secret council."

"They control everything: the police station, the city hall, the Wayne Corporation."

"Now I want to confront them and get a chance to talk."

"You won't end up well."

Dior smiled and filed his nails to perfection. "But I can make an appointment for you. The man's name is Catherine Monroe."

At this point, it's time to break the ice between Wayne and his family.

The Court of Owls must die; their trio must stand united against external threats, without any divisions.

So, to appease the court, he didn't mind letting Bruce off the hook for the time being.

Thank the great Dio Brando, you foolish little bat brat!

Dior hummed softly twice.

"Young Master Bruce, and Young Master Dio, you..."

Alfred gripped the handlebars tightly, opened his mouth as if to speak, but then stopped himself. "Damn it, it's really damn it, God, you guys..."

He looked like he was having angina, as if he was about to faint from anger. "Fine, fine, fine, I don't care anymore."

Upon hearing this, Dio glanced at his fingernails indifferently and said slowly, "Bruce, you can probably guess the outcome of your conversation, right? But I suggest you be careful."

Not long ago, this hand had grabbed someone's clone hard.

The human tissue found under the fingernails has been carefully collected.

He was going to show Fox what technology was used to make the fake.

"Don't worry."

Bruce's gaze fell on the neon lights rushing past the car window. "I haven't gone to see Malone these past few days because I've been waiting for this negotiation."

He was absolutely certain.

Hugo talked to him for a long time today; he's a very complex person.

If things go as expected, Hugo must have pleaded for him, even if it was to no avail, just planting a seed would be enough.

Bruce had already guessed the court's requirements:

It's simply that the other party told him to stop all investigations.

He was confident that he would return safely.

"I need to convene a board meeting of Wayne Enterprises."

Bruce rested his chin on his hand and said in a deep voice, "Force them to negotiate with me."

"It's time to fight back."

Upon hearing this, Dior's lips curled slightly, and he smiled silently.

"If you go to Wayne Enterprises, then I'll go to Weizan Pharmaceuticals."

A cold glint flashed in his eyes.