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

Step, step, step, step.

Bianca walked quickly in high heels.

To the three who had broken in, the historic manor was like a labyrinth.

Fortunately, the intermittent footsteps in the corridor provided them with the most useful clue.

Following the footsteps, Bianca quickly arrived at the corridor at the end of which led to a dressing room.

The corridor was somewhat eerie, but her eyes revealed a sense of smugness. After all, with the stride of an adult, catching two children was a piece of cake.

Two somewhat disheveled companions quickly caught up. The three exchanged a glance, about to begin a thorough search...

puff!

A flame lit up in the shadows of the corridor.

A match lit up.

The faint light of the match illuminated half of Dior's body, while the other half sank into deeper darkness.

The light and shadow drew a clear line on his angular face, yet it wasn't so abrupt.

Dio quietly looked at the three assassins in front of him and casually tossed away the match in his hand.

"Given your 'who are you?' looks, let me introduce myself."

"I am Dio Brando, who likes to meddle in other people's business."

Bianca squinted.

Dior stepped forward, his voice very soft:

"You were sent by her, right? I'd like to thank her in person, is that alright?"

"If I had to give a reason, wouldn't it be that she helped me bury my mother?"

silence.

Bianca's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"You have no right to negotiate with us."

She walked past Dior with two companions, her footsteps neither hurried nor slow.

"By the way, although you can't see her."

Bianca paused, as if just remembering something, then turned her head, a hint of amusement in her voice:

"But that person told me to tell you that she can see through every window of this manor."

"Besides, didn't you say it yourself? Bruce Wayne found a witness."

"I have a piece of advice for you."

"Be a good young master, or your suit will be stained with blood."

Dior stood still, but the fake smile on his face gradually disappeared.

Bianca continued forward with her two companions, their footsteps echoing down the corridor.

The instant she reached out and grasped the doorknob of the walk-in closet!

"Mine on me, or yours?" Dior's voice came from behind.

A sudden sound of wind breaking through the air!

Bianca's pupils contracted sharply as something bit her collar hard.

The immense force pulled her off the ground, and in that instant, her vision was reversed!

She saw the ceiling of the corridor, her companion's astonished face, and the blond boy gripping the grappling hook, veins bulging on his arm.

"you-----"

Bianca's words were shattered by a kick.

Dio spun around and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to Bianca's chest.

Her slender figure slammed hard against the corridor wall and she lost consciousness.

The other two assassins finally reacted, reaching behind their waists and pulling out their pistols.

"Get them! Sex Pistols!!!"

Dio reacted faster, drawing his revolver from his waist and pulling the trigger without aiming.

Bang, bang!

"Here it comes! Pass the ball! Pass the ball! Pass the ball!"

NO.1 and NO.2 lay prone on the bullets, their hind legs raised high, and they kicked off with a powerful thud!

The already swift bullet was so fast that it left only a blur, arriving before the enemy!

Two rings!

Sparks fly!

The assassin's two guns were knocked into the air by the bullets.

"What?!!"

The male assassin stared at his empty hand, his pupils shrinking sharply, not even noticing how the bullet had come from.

"You! How could this be?!"

The roles of offense and defense have now reversed!

"Now, listen up!"

Dio clicked his tongue and pointed the gun at the two men:

"I just want a name!"

"A name that can save both of your lives."

"Whether it's the name of the contact woman, or the names of your other targets."

Give me one.

"certainly."

Dio paused, lowered his head slightly, hid his eyes in the shadows, and spoke in a low voice.

"You can also choose to bend down and grab the pistol at your feet; I can guarantee I won't fire it."

"But once you pick it up, it's a signal."

"The signal to start the war."

The male assassin glanced discreetly at the pistol at his feet and took a deep breath.

"There's absolutely no need for this, Dior."

"I said! One name! Any name is fine!"

"Even if we gave you your name, we still wouldn't survive, right?" The male assassin's voice was calm.

"Maybe," Dio said, stepping on Bianca's hand. "Want to give it a try?"

The male assassin hesitated for a moment before speaking:

Lovecraft.

"What?"

Dior narrowed his eyes.

This name sounds familiar, but it's probably just a coincidence.

It's just a coincidence, nothing more!

"I said, Dick Lovecraft!"

The moment the male assassin uttered that name, he lunged towards the pistol.

boom!boom!

Two more shots rang out.

Both assassins had a bloody hole in their foreheads and fell heavily to the ground.

"I never said I would keep my word when facing the executioner."

[As a villainous savior, breaking your promises is your instinct. Points +200]

[Kill two assassins and protect the old butler Alfred, +200 points]

???

Dio's eyes widened in surprise; he was quite uncomfortable with this sudden wealth.

"Dio..."

NO.3 leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Someone is coming up the stairs."

Upon hearing this, Dio looked down at Bianca on the ground, his eyes darkening.

boom! !

[Points +100]

Total Points: 810

He put away his gun and turned to face the stairwell.

Alfred stood there, pale-faced.

His gaze swept slowly over the dents in the corridor wall, the bloodstains on the floor, and the three corpses.

Finally, Alfred's gaze returned to Dio, settling on the gun in the boy's hand.

The silence lasted for three seconds.

"Hello, Alfred."

"..."

The old butler opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

In the end, he simply raised his hand to wipe the blood from his forehead and quickly walked over.

"I want to start writing a long novel..."

Dior's words were interrupted by a strong embrace.

His body stiffened for a moment, and he didn't even notice the pistol falling to the ground.

But he did freeze, like a wild beast suddenly approached, his eyes filled with vigilance.

Alfred held Dio in his arms without saying a word.

The boy in her arms was only twelve years old.

No matter what Dio has done, at this moment he is just a child who needs a hug.

One hug tells him that the world isn't that bad.

"I shouldn't have let that woman in."

Alfred's voice was deep and full of apology:

"I thought no one would dare to mess with the Wayne family. I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Dio bit her lip, pushed him away, and gave him a disgusted look.

"Alright, enough with the mushy stuff, we should go find Bruce."

"And this H.P. Lovecraft, do you know who he is?"

"Know."

Alfred looked at the expressionless blond boy and said softly:

"Let's call the police first, then go to Gotham to find him, but you have to promise me you won't kill anyone else."

He paused.

"Is that alright, Master Dior?"

Dio looked up at his weathered eyes and simply nodded.

no answer.