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

Dior possessed a surging aura that was invisible to ordinary people.

The silver knight stood before him, his eyes resolute, his gleaming silver rapier pointing straight at the enemy.

Even though ordinary people can't see the stand-in, they can still feel the sharpness rising up their spine, like a thorn in their back.

Evan's hair stood on end.

He didn't understand why the frail, chicken-like blond boy had suddenly changed in just a few seconds.

An invisible sense of oppression permeated the air; it was neither visible nor intangible, yet it felt as if a sword were truly pressed against one's throat.

Evan swallowed hard and subconsciously touched his neck, which was covered in goosebumps.

"You..." He opened his mouth, but his voice was weak.

"What? Scared?"

Dior stood opposite him, his tall figure resembling a knight in a medieval mural.

His eyes held no fear, no hesitation, only determination and confidence.

"Afraid?"

Evan paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"You think I'm afraid of you? You're just a little kid who hasn't even grown his first hair?"

He shook his head, the venom burning in his veins, giving him a false sense of power.

Evan raised his fist and waved it in front of him.

"Look closely, kid, this is the hand that's about to snap your neck!"

"Evan."

Dior interrupted him, his voice as calm as if he were remarking on the pleasant weather.

"I feel no fear at all now."

"Let the tanks carry you on your way!!"

"Wryyyyyyy!"

The words had barely left his mouth!

A powerful burst of music exploded in my ears.

"Are you hallucinating?"

Evan paused for a moment, looking left and right, but saw no sound.

"Kid, you think you can scare me by striking a pose?"

"Evan, you only have a few more seconds left to live!"

Dio pointed directly at his enemy's forehead, his gaze piercing.

"Because I'm going to kill you! You lowly country bumpkin!!!"

"Chariot!!!"

Whoosh!

A streak of silver light teleported to Evan's side.

The silver chariot's rapier arrived in an instant, its light tearing through the air and piercing Evan's throat with a sharp whistling sound.

Evan instinctively flinched.

puff!

The blade grazed his shoulder, tearing open a bloody gash, and warm liquid trickled down his arm.

"ah!!!"

Evan clutched his shoulder and screamed, completely ignoring the increasingly rousing music playing in his ears.

"Looks like your screams are the ones that sound good."

Dio took a deep breath, his mental strength reaching its peak at that moment:

"You'll go to hell crying your way there!!!"

The sound of wind breaking filled the air!

The silver chariot raised his rapier and rained down attacks on Evan!

Swoosh s ...!

Evan had several bloody holes in his body.

"Too weak."

Dio turned around, and the sword in the silver chariot's hand pierced Evan's tongue, then he flicked it away with all his might.

The blond-haired boy walked forward calmly, while a blood-spurting corpse was flung away by the silver knight behind him.

Bang!

With the sirens of an ambulance, the body fell heavily to the ground.

Medical staff lifted Alfred into the car and took him to a hospital owned by the Wayne Group.

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The area outside the ward was eerily quiet. No one dared to approach the gloomy-faced blond boy in the corridor.

Dio sat in a chair, his arms crossed and bandaged, with a bloodstained knight's sword at his feet, waiting for the surgery results.

Alfred had several broken ribs.

Fortunately, the ambulance was called in time, and the rib didn't pierce the lung; otherwise, even a little later...

Damn it, what the hell is that thing?

If it weren't for this damn thing, my plan wouldn't have failed!

Damn it!

He took the small bottle out of his pocket and held it up to the light.

This is the stuff that made that guy's strength skyrocket, like Popeye eating spinach.

There was still a little green liquid left in the bottle, thick and foul-smelling, like snake venom.

If this gets out...

"Who made this?"

Dior gripped the bottle tightly, put it in his pocket, and fell into deep thought.

Energy cannot be created out of thin air.

Such great power must be exchanged for something.

It's a pity there were no geckos or lizards around, otherwise feeding them would have given me the answer.

Never mind, we'll find a chance to try it out when the time comes.

At this time.

A series of hurried footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor.

Dior turned his head to look.

It's Gordon and Harvey, that duo.

The two arrived after receiving the report.

Incidentally, Harvey, despite being overweight, was just as fast as Gordon, and even a little faster.

Are you alright?

"I really should find that male servant and make sure he's properly..."

Harvey rushed to Dio's side and looked him up and down, his eyes immediately landing on the blood-stained rapier at his feet.

"Is this the murder weapon?"

"Good heavens, when did I become so used to it?"

"I think you should look into this."

Dior took a small glass bottle out of his pocket and handed it to Gordon, who was behind Harvey.

"Today, after Evan drank this stuff, he gave Alfred a gentle push and sent him to the hospital."

"Really? This sounds like something out of a science fiction movie."

Gordon glanced at the blood-stained knight's sword and sighed inwardly.

"Okay, I understand. I'll look into it."

"Wait, you mean Evan? Evan from the flea market?"

Harvey snatched the glass bottle from Gordon's hand, sniffed it, and his expression immediately changed:

"Oh my god!!! What is this smell?!"

"Fuck! This smells like snake venom."

He shoved it back into Gordon's hand, his face grave as he lowered his voice:

"Jim, let's assume this thing is really that outrageous."

"If even Evan can get his hands on something like this, it's not a good sign."

"We need to conduct tests and collect confiscated goods across the entire city, but the GCPD can't do that on its own."

"really."

Gordon nodded, a hint of distress flashing across his face.

"Shall we go find Falcone?"

"Then why don't you hurry up and go?"

Gordon took out his phone and walked to the end of the corridor to make a call.

"Kid."

Harvey crouched down and looked intently into Dio's eyes.

"If you kill someone again, I'll send you to jail, you hear me?"

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"But this time, that scumbag Evan, he's dead, so be it."

"Understood, Harvey."

At that moment, the operating room door opened, and the attending physician came out.

"The patient is out of danger, but still needs to rest for a while."

"Luckily it was delivered in time; if it had been a few minutes later, things might have been different."

"Thank you for your help."

Dio nodded, relieved that Alfred was alright.

Otherwise, Bruce's efforts would be in vain.

"No trouble at all, no trouble at all."

"At that time, I would appreciate it if you, young master Dior, could put in a good word for me with young master Bruce."

"no problem."

Dior readily agreed.

"Dio".

Gordon walked back, his tone serious.

"It's a complete mess outside."

"You'll have to come with me regarding this medicine."

"Oh, right, Bruce's here too."

Dior glanced at him, asked no further questions, and stood up.

Is Bruce there too?

Just right.