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

Time passed little by little.

The sky finally darkened completely.

Dior stood by the window, rubbing his sore eyes, his face filled with existential doubt.

His plan was simple—

That is, it forces the people who assassinated the Wayne couple to reappear from the depths of Gotham.

This is the first step, and also the most crucial one.

Because if that group continues to threaten him with their incriminating evidence but remains silent, it can only mean one thing:

The Wayne couple's case has no resolution.

Therefore, Dior urgently needed to confirm two things.

First, are there any hidden clues in the case?

Second, did the other party leave any clues?

In other words, as long as the other party sends someone!

That is my victory; everything else is just a bonus.

He stood in the atmosphere this time!

But the truth is, until now, that damned mastermind hasn't made a single move.

Where are you all? Come on! Come here! How can you be so calm?

Show your extraordinary connections and influence!

asshole!

Dior clenched his fists, barely managing to calm the turmoil in his heart, and continued to think:

If you look at it from another angle, the other party is a beneficiary of the Wayne couple's deaths, worth over a hundred million, so it's normal for them to be more composed.

There's no need to panic over a single piece of information; you should first verify its accuracy.

So, you guys always come in the middle of the night, right?

Dior nodded to himself, trying to comfort himself.

"I still get nervous too easily."

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and when he opened them again, his eyes were completely calm.

But after dinner, and even after evening classes, and after Dio had spent half the night in bed, he finally had to admit a fact.

That means they won't be coming tonight.

Dior took a deep breath.

You bunch of rats!

I, Dior, will definitely catch you all!

for sure!

Dio, feeling ashamed and indignant, dismissed the sexy pistols that had been guarding the area before falling into a deep sleep.

A light drizzle was falling in the forest in the early morning.

The worker pushing the cart whistled as he walked along the muddy brick road, in a good mood.

Just today, Alfred, the butler of Wayne Manor, paid them their wages ahead of schedule.

The payment was so generous that it was enough for them to live a life of luxury in the bar for more than a month.

The worker was incredibly grateful to the person who had beaten a fellow worker so badly that he ended up in the hospital to get the job.

"Wayne is really generous."

One foot stepped on the lawn, making a rustling sound.

The worker put down the cart and looked warily toward the source of the sound.

When he saw that the person who came was a beautiful black woman clutching her waist, the wariness in his eyes instantly disappeared.

"You shouldn't be here, ma'am. This is private property."

The worker fixed his hair, looked the woman with the hot body in front of him up and down, and pointed into the distance.

"You're lost, aren't you? I can tell you how to get out."

"No need." The woman smiled and put her hand on his shoulder. "This is where I came from."

With his other hand, he quietly reached behind his waist.

The sound of wind breaking rang out.

The worker's eyes glazed over for a moment, and the next second, a sharp pain shot through his neck.

"Hmm----"

His eyes widened, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he finally clutched his slashed throat, collapsing helplessly to the ground.

"Resolved."

The woman squatted beside the corpse and glanced back.

At that moment, two assassins emerged from behind the bushes.

"Help me smear some blood on myself."

"That's too fake, Bianca."

The male assassin walked to her side, raised his hand to hold her chin steady, and smiled.

"I'll help you."

boom!

Boom, boom, boom.

A gentle knock was heard on the gates of Wayne Manor.

Alfred was coming down the stairs when he paused.

Upon seeing the shadowy figure outside the door, the old butler quickly tidied his clothes and headed towards the gate.

The door opened.

A face covered in blood came into view.

"Oh my God!"

Alfred instinctively took a half step back and gave him a quick once-over.

The woman in front of me was covered in dirt, with a faint bloodstain on her left cheek, but her disheveled appearance did nothing to diminish her spirit.

A strange, captivating charm.

"Hello, miss, how can I help you?"

"My car... went off the road."

The woman took a breath, looked up at the old butler, and gave a forced smile.

"Please..."

"Please come in quickly."

Alfred, the gentleman, stepped aside.

"Thank you." The woman staggered in. "Could you please call an ambulance for me?"

At that moment, three children were climbing the stairs.

Bruce was the first to arrive, followed by Selena, and finally Dio.

The three of them had just been having breakfast at the restaurant when they heard Alfred's exclamation and came over immediately.

"etc."

Dior keenly sensed something was amiss and gestured for the two to be quiet.

"Shhh."

Bruce frowned.

This was the first time he had ever seen Dio with such a serious expression.

Normally, in situations like this, he would first put on a fake smile and speak faster than he actually did.

Why are you not talking today?

Bruce decided to check the situation first.

The three of them peered down the stairs.

Perhaps because their weight was all on the railing, coincidentally, the stairs of this old house creaked.

Alfred and the woman looked up together, their eyes meeting those of the three men who were sneaking around.

"Alfred, are you alright?" Bruce asked first.

"It's alright. This lady was in a car accident, and I was just about to call the police."

Alfred remained calm, but the woman behind him glared fiercely at Selena and licked her lips.

Dior was completely relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Since the target is Selena, according to Gotham's unspoken rules, the others are likely not in danger.

It's safe! Everything's safe!

Selena, standing beside her, instinctively gripped the railing, her pupils contracting into vertical slits like a cat's.

The atmosphere plummeted to freezing point.

Alfred turned around and his pupils contracted sharply.

"Run!"

He turned around and punched the woman hard in the face.

Without hesitation, Dior was the first to rush upstairs.

Selena followed closely behind, and Bruce hesitated for only a moment before catching up.

Dior wasn't trying to escape.

He was going to find the pistol that Alfred had hidden.

His pistol was confiscated after he killed someone in Crime Alley last time.

For the plan to continue, a suitable weapon is essential.

So Dio deliberately took a different route, shaking off the two people behind him.

Downstairs, Alfred, with his skills as a former secret agent and soldier, initially gained the upper hand.

But two more assassins rushed in. He could gain the upper hand in a one-on-one fight, but in a three-on-one situation...

puff.

Alfred fell heavily to the ground.

Before losing consciousness, he caught a glimpse of the female assassin stepping onto the stairs, taking three steps at a time.

Upstairs, Bruce and Selena had already run down the first corridor.

"Where's Dior?"

"have no idea."

Bruce answered calmly, while mentally analyzing the pros and cons.

He grew up in this manor and knew where every corridor led and what lay behind every door.

This is their only advantage.

However, their young age and height can lead to insufficient stride length, making them easy to be overtaken.

That's also a problem.

The footsteps behind me were getting closer and closer.

"Come on, I know a way."

Bruce pulled Selena into a corridor, one, two, until an old wooden door appeared before them.

"Passing through this dressing room, you'll find the corridor that used to be used by the servants."

Bruce opened the door and let Selena go in first, but he showed no intention of leaving.

"You should leave quickly."

He was going to rescue Alfred.

"There's no time! Come with me!"

Selena grabbed him, her strength surprisingly great, causing Bruce to stumble.

The two figures disappeared into the dressing room.

The door slammed shut behind them.