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

Beneath Gotham, in a windowless hall that seems bottomless.

The owl-shaped chandelier embedded in the dome cast a pale light, illuminating the dimly lit round table.

The contact woman hung up the phone, gently placed it on the table, and gazed into the darkness.

"Catherine, he's lying."

An elderly man with white hair emerged from the darkness, his long robe trailing behind him and making a rustling sound.

"The three people I sent, even if they were the losers from the Claws, were not someone a steward could handle."

"But the truth is, they were all dead, shot in the head. Alfred Pennyworth didn't have that kind of skill."

The contact woman nodded slightly, tapping her fingers on the table.

"There were only three children in the manor. You mean, the highly trained assassin was killed by a child?"

She paused, a hint of amusement in her voice.

"If that's the case, I'm afraid I'll have to question your professional competence."

"The truth is, Dio Brando is more than just smart."

The old man in the black robe threw a stack of ballistic calculation reports and autopsy reports on the table.

Those were the ballistic reports that Gordon had ordered sealed after Dio committed murder in Crime Alley.

But for the Owl Court to get out of the police station is just a matter of a word.

"I suspect he possesses some abilities that ordinary people cannot understand."

"Yeah?"

Catherine glanced at him.

Their years of working together allowed her to see right through the other person's thoughts.

"Are you trying to test him?"

The old man in the black robe took out a cloth bag from his bosom and gently unfolded it.

"Chinese acupuncture?" Catherine frowned slightly.

I guess so.

The old man took a long needle with strange symbols inlaid at the end from its sheath; the silvery-white needle flashed coldly under the light.

"These are keys that can unlock a person's brain."

He examined the needle, his tone carrying a morbid expectation.

"I'm very curious about what's going on in his head."

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Nighttime, Wayne Manor, Dior's room.

Under the lights, Dior was carefully studying the photos Peter had taken from Warehouse 39.

These pieces of evidence will serve as bargaining chips in the future.

Although Bruce looked down on Wezan Pharmaceuticals, it was still a large company.

As the saying goes, the poor rely on mutation, while the rich rely on technology.

As for him?

Of course, I want both.

Dior put down his pen and paper, sighed wearily, and turned his gaze to the panel.

[Complete the hidden achievement: Good Messenger]

[Reward: Master-level Unarmed Combat Specialization]

"Claim it," Dior thought to himself.

The next second, dozens of fighting techniques flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

"Again?"

Dio groaned, clutched his head in pain, and slumped off the chair.

He gripped the edge of the table, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Thomas Wayne? A master of hand-to-hand combat? Are the two related?"

He speculated that this might be the ability of Thomas Wayne from the Flashpoint universe.

The Batman of that universe is Thomas himself, who is also a top-notch fighting master.

Dio painfully steadied himself on the table, but accidentally knocked over the stewed beef next to him.

The moment the plate fell, his hand instinctively caught it steadily.

The red broth and beef were caught completely, not a drop spilled.

Time seemed to stand still.

Dio looked at the plate in his hand in surprise, took a deep breath, and couldn't hide his joy.

"Since we're having such good luck tonight, let's go all out!"

On the panel, the black and white turntables began to rotate.

Dior's eyes grew brighter and brighter, filled with anticipation.

"World, Platinum Star, Heavenly Creation, I don't care, anything is fine."

The turntable slowly came to a stop.

[Johnny Joestar's Personal Wheelchair x1]

[Dick Grayson's Carry Stick x1]

[Tequila Girl Limited Edition Set x1]

【Spinning Iron Ball x2】

Batman's mask

Spider-Sense

【Viscous solution】

Bruce Wayne's wooden rapier

Alfred's Treasured Wuyi Mountain Black Tea

Apart from SpiderSense, everything else is stored in the panel.

Five seconds later.

Dio, having fully integrated his spider senses, glanced at it.

Of all these things, the most valuable one is probably spider sense, right?

He thought this panel could only give out DC and JOJO items, but he didn't expect it to give out Marvel items too.

Could it be because of Peter Parker? That boy in this world who was also named Peter Parker?

Even if we have the same name, that's fine, right?

Before Dio could recover from his immense surprise, his spider-sense began to give him a slight warning.

It was a strange, stinging sensation that climbed up my spine.

He frowned, pulling himself away from his joy, and looked silently toward the window.

Someone was watching him, with malice.

Dio squinted and subconsciously licked his lips.

Now he knows why Spider-Man can dodge bullets in the movies.

The ability to pinpoint malice from a great distance is simply outrageous.

Of course, without matching dynamic vision and physical fitness, this sense is of little use.

Because sensing something doesn't mean you can avoid it; your body can't react in time.

But he doesn't need to worry about that at all.

The perfect body granted by the Joestar bloodline is enough.

"Hmph, such a sneaky approach."

Dior walked to the lamp and turned it off.

The room fell back into darkness.

"It's you, isn't it? The Court of Owls."

"I originally thought it would take you a while to notice my differences."

"But it doesn't make much difference; it won't affect the result."

A cruel glint flashed in Dior's eyes as he smiled coldly.

"Even if you don't use a stunt double to avoid information leaks, you are no match for me."

In the darkness, those emerald-like eyes grew even colder.

His figure silently slipped into the corner, as if melting into the shadows.

"snort."

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Deep in the forest surrounding Wayne Manor.

An assassin dressed in a black bodysuit crouched on a treetop, his mask featuring two cylindrical lenses resembling an owl.

The increasingly cold temperature caused even the body, which had been modified by Amber Gold and inferior Dionysus Factor, to stiffen slightly.

He slowly exhaled a breath of white air, gazing at the distant manor with the patience of a true owl.

Claw stretched its neck and waited for about twenty minutes before standing up from the tree.

Most people fall asleep within eight minutes of lying down, while those who have difficulty falling asleep may take about twenty minutes.

The reason for choosing this time is to ensure that the target is sound asleep, making it convenient to use the tools.

Claw knew better than anyone how terrifying the tools the trainer gave them were.

They were trained using the same methods.

After the body modification is completed, the trainer will insert silver needles into acupoints on their foreheads, entering their minds.

With the addition of potent hallucinogens to the acupuncture points, it won't be long before a person's emotions and desires gradually disappear.

This seems to be a tool for invading the mind.

Claw shook its head, coldly withdrawing from its past memories, and murmured as it gazed at the manor:

"It's almost time."

The black figure fell silently from the tree, as nimble as a shadow.

Under the cover of night, he evaded the alarm systems and quickly arrived at the manor's underground.

Looking up at Dior's bedroom, Claws flipped and climbed onto the windowsill in a few swift movements.

The window is open.

He quickly crawled inside, his hand just touching the silver needles at his waist when he looked up—

The pupils that allow vision in the dark suddenly contract.

The blond figure had his right hand on his hip and his left hand hanging lazily at his side.

His sharply defined profile was bathed in moonlight, but his gaze was fixed straight down.

It's that condescending, predatory gaze, cruel and indifferent.

Mingming is only twelve years old.

A strong sense of oppression rushed over, and the claws seemed to be choked by something, unable to move.

"Twenty minutes." Dio's voice was calm to the point of being gentle, but his eyes flashed with a fierce light. "You have a lot of patience, Owl."

He tilted his head.

"But patience—it won't save you."

"Mudamuda!!!"