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

night.

Dior sat cross-legged on the bed, his breathing alternating between deep and slow.

He is using a unique breathing technique to transport oxygen and life energy, practicing ripples.

A moment later, Dio opened his eyes, looked at the golden lightning crackling from his fingertips, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"I really am a genius."

He stood up, exhaled a deep breath of white air, and the ripples on his palm dissipated.

Ripple breathing technique uses a special rhythm to stimulate internal energy for combat or healing.

The Egyptian feminine catwalk technique drawn earlier already included breathing control training, combined with Thomas Wayne's fighting skills.

These two abilities, when added together, are far greater than the sum of their parts, allowing for a direct and intuitive understanding of cultivating ripple patterns.

Dior glanced at the time; it was already midnight. Yet, he felt no fatigue, but rather full of energy.

"This is probably the biggest gain from this trip."

Dior opened the bedroom door and walked towards the study in the dark.

Bruce was already sitting in the study, with a half-finished cup of coffee on the table.

It looks like she endured it all until now; no wonder she had such heavy dark circles under her eyes later on.

"You're late, Dio."

Bruce stood up, somewhat displeased.

Dio chuckled softly, closed the study door, and sat down opposite him:

"You said you'd come in the evening, but you didn't say what time, did you?"

"...That makes sense."

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then finally took out the remote control and opened the secret room.

The fireplace slowly retreated, emitting a low, muffled thud.

Dior instinctively stood by the study door, looking warily into the passageway.

"Don't worry, Alfred sleeps very soundly at night."

Bruce glanced at him, left a curt remark, and walked into the passageway.

"Sleeping like crazy?" Dio suddenly realized, "Did you drug the old butler?"

He raised an eyebrow and followed, saying, "It has to be you again."

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Beside the computer, Bruce sorted out the decoded files and opened the folder named "Pine Forest Farm".

"Is the project conducting illegal human biological experiments in a laboratory codenamed 'The Farm'?"

"etc."

Dio pressed down on Bruce's hand as he continued turning the page, took a deep breath, mobilized his life energy, and controlled the ripples to flow in his stomach, preparing for the scene that might appear next.

Having read Thomas's autobiography several times, he knew Thomas's character all too well.

There must be a reason why the file is encrypted!

The following content...

"Alright." Dio gave him a wink.

Bruce sensed something was wrong and couldn't help but swallow hard before continuing to scroll down.

[This project was founded by Thomas Wayne with the initial goal of using cutting-edge genetic research to cure intractable human diseases.]

[Dr. Hugo Strange, the actual person in charge of the project, steered the research towards illegal and unethical human modification experiments.]

There is a comment below:

[I misjudged you, Bruce. If you're prepared, keep reading. It's all my fault.]

Following the project introduction, photos were shown alongside the experimental progress.

Various deformed monsters came into view, interspersed with scenes of disembowelment, a truly gruesome sight.

"Hmm!"

Bruce covered his mouth with one hand while still scrolling the dial with the other, but his face had turned green.

Looking at these scenes in front of him,

Even Dio, who considered himself a villain, began to twitch slightly.

However, it's not surprising that the project leader is Hugo Strange, the supervillain.

After all, that guy originally worked with giant monsters.

"There's a reason your father banned this project, Bruce."

After saying this, Dior recalled that the Court of Owls had restarted the project.

If things had progressed to this point many years ago, then somewhere in Gotham, there might still be those poor souls who have turned into monsters.

Implanting biological DNA into the human body—this radical technology could have unimaginable consequences if it fell into the hands of malicious individuals.

Then I'll have to do it!

Dior glanced at Bruce, who was barely suppressing his nausea, out of the corner of his eye, and thought to himself:

Bruce, for Gotham's sake, I will not let this technology fall into the wrong hands.

Let me keep it for you.

As you scroll down the document, the content becomes increasingly outrageous, including octopus genes, electric eel genes, and even slug genes.

Bruce's expression grew increasingly serious.

He looked at the inhumane experimental records on the screen, his stomach churning, but his mind gradually cleared.

He remembered the night his parents died in Crime Alley, and he thought all evil was hidden in the dark alley and in blood.

But the photos on the screen told him that some people's evil was on the surface, while others were hidden beneath their white coats.

Bruce turned his head to look at Dio beside him.

The blond boy was staring at the screen, expressionless, but his brows were slightly furrowed.

Bruce suddenly realized that Dio was also someone who had emerged from the darkness.

But his evil is different, or rather, it's not evil at all, but a different kind of camouflage.

Dr. Strange's evil is a smiling evil, wearing a white coat, and claiming to "heal humanity," turning living people into monsters.

Bruce clenched his fist.

He must change Wayne Corporation, not to inherit its legacy, but for the sake of the city.

This experiment must be stopped, and that so-called Pine Forest Farm must be found and destroyed.

At this moment, Dior's expression was also very solemn.

Despite his humble origins, he possessed remarkably keen insight.

He sensed that Gotham was about to change, and change drastically.

But this change is not a good one.

Damn it! Is Gotham finally going to go mad?

Dio thought to himself.

"Dio".

Bruce took a deep breath, his voice heavy:

"I want to stop this experiment."

"no."

Dior refused without hesitation.

"I don't want Gordon to find the two of us in a ditch someday."

At this stage, confronting owls head-on is not a wise choice.

"We're brothers, Dior, you have to help me," Bruce began, trying to appeal to emotions.

"Not by blood," Dio said, unmoved.

Bruce's expression immediately turned cold, and he threw out his final trump card:

"I'll give you complete control of Vizan Pharmaceuticals."

Dior's eyelids twitched, and he tried to suppress the urge to smile.

"........Alright, I'll give you that since you're so sincere."

Previously, Bruce only said "give shares," but now he says "complete control," which is a qualitative change.

Vezan Pharmaceuticals has the most advanced biological laboratory in all of Gotham. If they also acquire DNA implantation technology, that would be incredible.

Becoming technologically advanced is also a means to an end.

Dior had just witnessed someone gain the ability to generate electricity immediately after having electric eel genes implanted in them.

The potential of this technology goes far beyond this.

For example, the hypothesis of ultimate life forms.

"So."

Dior thought about it carefully and made a plan:

"Your father's schedule includes a meeting with a man named Karen Jennings; that's a clue."

"I'll go investigate Hugo Strange. You can handle that. As for the rest, copy down the files first, we'll talk about it at dawn."

"it is good."

Bruce looked at Dio, somewhat curious as to why he wasn't disgusted at all, and asked:

"But are you really okay? Aren't you disgusted?"

Dior glanced at him expressionlessly and scoffed dismissively:

"Of course, do you think I'm like you? Disgusted by just looking at a picture? You're too weak, Bruce."

"Really? Never mind, it's good that you're alright."

Bruce plugged in the USB drive and started copying, while simultaneously resolving to overcome these challenges.

"Take your time copying it."

Dior left the secret room without changing his expression, and only after he had gone far away did he quietly cancel the ripples in his stomach.

For a moment, the churning stomach acid almost came out of my mouth all at once.

"Cough cough cough cough... Damn, this is disgusting."

He thought of the eight-armed octopus man he had just seen, and the bald doctor, and his stomach churned.

"Ugh...cough cough cough..."

Dio wiped his mouth awkwardly, his eyes filled with a sinister glint.

"Hugo Strange, is it? Damn bald guy, I'll remember you."

"Once I get your technology, you'll be the first person I use as a guinea pig."

After entering the room, Dior turned off the bedroom light, and the night passed without incident.

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I had a few drinks. The next chapter will be updated tomorrow at 12 noon.