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

Was a gun fired?

Was the gunshot coming from the direction of the Lovecraft Apartments?

Dio's pupils contracted slightly, but he quickly regained his composure.

If someone is in such a hurry to kill another person, doesn't that mean the evidence is real?

Dio clenched his fist, then relaxed it, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.

I never expected the enemy to be the Court of Owls!

It wasn't the board of directors, or any particular director; it was a group of rats hiding behind masks, who thought they controlled Gotham.

Dior initially thought he was playing chess, and his opponent was one of the directors of the Wayne Group.

But now it seems that the enemy is not a single person, but an organization.

An organization that has existed for centuries, an organization that uses Gotham as a chessboard and people as pawns.

The chessboard of Gotham is bigger than he imagined.

The contact woman, the family fortune, the incriminating evidence, the assassin, Lovecraft... one link after another.

Dior lowered his eyes, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards, and the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

He once thought that finding a contact, removing any leverage, and then slowly planning his inheritance was the only way.

The contact person is no longer important, nor is any leverage over them.

But you guys are very important to me!

But that clown was just one hand reaching out from the Court of Owls.

Cut off one hand, and ten more will follow.

But it doesn't matter anymore.

What I pursue is never "not being controlled", but "controlling others".

The Owl Court, you control the entire city, yet you act like a bunch of thieves.

Hmph, that's where your magnanimity ends.

Dior glanced at the evidence bag beside him, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

I want to stand at the pinnacle of society.

It's as certain as knowing that if you pee in the wind, you'll definitely pee in your pants!

At this moment, the car was very quiet, almost silent.

Alfred got into the car without saying a word, waiting for him to speak.

Dior knew, but he didn't intend to say a word.

Alfred, are you trying to guess what I'm thinking?

He tilted his head slightly, glancing at the old butler's profile out of the corner of his eye.

Then you can guess.

"Young Master Dior..."

Alfred finally couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first.

"you..."

"Alfred~."

Dior's voice lowered as he slowly and methodically opened the file folder with his fingers.

Have you ever heard the saying?

Before the other person could answer, he pulled out a document and began to speak on his own.

"Everyone in this world has their own unique qualities and a place where they can showcase their talents."

"Kings have their domains, and cooks have their skills; this is how the world survives."

The emerald green eyes gleamed dangerously in the dimly lit carriage.

Dior handed over the crucial document he was holding.

"So, as a butler, do you really have to step into territory that isn't yours to investigate an enemy you can't possibly defeat?"

"Think of H.P. Lovecraft, a billionaire and chairman of a multinational corporation, who is probably dead in some bathtub right now."

"Do you really want to live? In other words, do you really want to read this document and drag Bruce into this mess as well?"

Alfred didn't turn around; his hands remained firmly on the steering wheel.

After a while.

After a screech of brakes, the car came to a steady stop at the intersection.

Without hesitation, the old butler reached into Dior's hand, took the document, and opened it.

"Thomas Wayne was the most honest man I've ever met, and that's why he died the first."

"By the way, I've met people far more cunning than you, Master Dior."

Alfred opened the file and began to read, his voice calm.

"Most of them failed."

"Ho?"

Dior smiled and didn't take it seriously.

Threats and intimidation are no longer problems.

He learned a very important lesson today, especially after finding out who the enemy was.

Taking a standpoint is a very interesting subject.

When facing Alfred and Bruce, the Court of Owls are allies.

When facing the Court of Owls, Alfred and Bruce became teammates again.

As long as you have a flexible stance, there are no absolute enemies in this world.

This is the benefit of a flexible stance.

Dior looked at the panel.

[Long-Term Mission: The Shadow of Crime Alley]

Phase One: Finding the Mastermind

【completed】

[Points +2000]

[PS: Congratulations, savior of the villains! Your arrogance has finally lifted your head from the chessboard and seen the eyes on the other side.]

[Phase Two Mission Unlocked: Find out the cause of death of the Wayne couple]

The truth you've found is the truth the owl wants you to find.

They never leave a trail, only pieces. Are you sure you're playing chess, or have you already become the latest piece on the board?

[Reward: Unknown]

Cause of death?

Dior pondered for a moment, glanced at the rearview mirror, and said in a deep voice:

"Alfred, what is that document?"

Alfred's face was very pale, and he took several deep breaths before speaking:

"This document records that someone manipulated Wayne Enterprises' stock before the Waynes died."

"It's like someone knew something bad was going to happen, so Lovecraft got involved and got a piece of the pie."

"But that's far from enough; getting a share of the pie is not enough to bring about a fatal disaster."

"So, he found something else crucial, like a part of the truth?"

"That's very likely the case, Master Dior."

Alfred's brow furrowed.

This kind of tracing and tracking is clearly not very suitable for him.

Upon hearing this, Dior fell into deep thought.

This speculation is indeed plausible, after all, nothing is more terrifying than discovering part of the truth.

What did Kolovcraft discover that could frighten him so much?

A billionaire so paranoid about everything.

Dior felt like something was missing.

A key clue that supports this hypothesis.

Things seemed to be connected by an invisible hand.

Wayne Enterprises' stock was manipulated, then the Wayne couple died, and then I was planted in the Wayne family.

The word "Wayne" appears repeatedly.

Lovecraft has also collaborated with Wayne Group on several occasions.

Did Lovecraft discover some crucial evidence about the Wayne Group, which led to his being silenced?

Dior nodded to himself.

The two lines were finally connected.

Thomas Wayne and Lovecraft probably discovered some secret of the corporation, which is why they were silenced by the Court of Owls.

What kind of secret could it be?

snort!

"Alfred."

Dio rested his chin on his hand, gazing calmly at the dim sky over Gotham:

"Now that things have come to this, let's go find Bruce first."

"Regardless of our individual positions, we are now one entity."

Alfred gave him a deep look.

The blond boy in the back seat had a calm expression, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"...Understood, Master Dior."

The old butler withdrew his gaze.

"As you said, we are now a unified whole."

"But before that, I need to make a call to Detective Gordon."