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

The light rain has stopped.

The highways in Gotham were flooded.

On the roadside, a man in a brown trench coat had just lit a cigarette.

His beard was neatly trimmed, and his handsome face was adorned with two prominent dark circles under his eyes.

"This weather is awful."

The man took out a cigarette from a silk card holder and skillfully lit one.

Buzz---!!

A Tiger 1200 sped by, kicking up two sprays of water that drenched us.

"Hey!!! You bastard!"

The smoke went out.

The man cursed, but before he could pull out a second one, another black Kawasaki sped past at an even faster speed, splashing water even higher.

Constantine, soaking wet, stood frozen in place, the cigarette in his mouth falling to the ground.

He stopped cursing and instead squinted at the taillights of the departing motorcycle.

"Interesting. The Wayne brat's gotten into a fight with the people of St. Duma?"

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"Trying to catch up with me?"

Tabitha lowered her body, pressed the accelerator hard, and showed no sign of panic in her eyes.

As a top assassin trained by the Saint Dumas Order since childhood, she is proficient in all kinds of skills—murder, mind control, driving, and marksmanship.

In the rearview mirror, a black Kawasaki Ninja 400 crashed through the thin fog and sped towards us, relentlessly pursuing us.

Tabitha glanced at it and smiled dismissively.

The Tiger 1200 is a beast born for extreme speed, while the Kawasaki Black Knight is nothing more than a decorative piece for city streets.

The two are not comparable at all.

She twisted the accelerator, the engine roared, and she instantly pulled away again.

"Stop dreaming, little brother."

She even had time to look back.

Dior's headlights were still in the distance, neither too close nor too far, hanging at the back.

No matter how fast she sped up, the lamp always maintained the same distance, neither faster nor slower.

"Tsk."

Tabitha looked away dismissively, her smile widening.

It seems this guy's only skill level is so low.

Just as she was about to accelerate again, she suddenly felt a burning gaze on her back.

It's that feeling of being stared at intently from behind.

Tabitha instinctively turned her head to the left.

no one.

Dior has disappeared.

Her breath hitched, and a hint of panic finally appeared in her eyes.

Where did you go?

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from the right, as if announcing its presence.

Tabitha turned her head sharply, her pupils contracting rapidly.

Suddenly, the black Kawasaki that was far behind them had pulled up beside them, with only two car lengths between them!

The blond rider crouched low, his gaze beneath his black helmet cold, locking onto her firmly through the windshield.

"When...!" Tabitha's voice distorted in the wind. "This car's performance is simply no match for it!"

Beneath the black helmet, Dior's lips curled into a confident, cold smile.

"For a complete novice who only knows about vehicle performance, figuring out your habits is incredibly easy."

During his childhood, while tending horses on a farm, he learned one thing: everything has its own quirks.

When facing a stronger opponent, Bruce instinctively uses a left jab followed by a grappling move.

When Alfred drinks tea, his breathing slows down and his posture relaxes.

Everyone has this quirk, and this woman in front of me is no exception.

"Five, six, seven," Diome counted.

An extremely unnatural exhaust sound came from the Tiger 1200's exhaust pipe—whoosh—puff—whoosh.

That "poof" sound is the instant the power is cut off.

"This is the moment!" Dio suddenly accelerated, closing the distance a little further.

Every time the woman shifted up a gear, her right hand would unconsciously make a tiny back-throttle motion on the accelerator.

In that instant, the clutch and accelerator briefly lost control, and the speed dropped sharply.

If you catch that "poof" sound and accelerate the instant it sounds, the distance will shorten instantly.

Tabitha caught a glimpse of the approaching black shadow out of the corner of her eye, her face filled with disbelief.

"How did you do that?"

She gritted her teeth, drew a pistol from her waist with one hand, and fired several shots behind her without turning her head.

The bullet sliced ​​through the air.

Sensing danger, Dio abruptly lowered his helmet, and a stray bullet grazed the rearview mirror, shattering the lens.

A sharp pain shot through my arm, like a cut from a shard.

He didn't look down, but his brows furrowed slightly, and he didn't slow down.

When Tabitha saw that her shooting was ineffective, she swerved sharply, cutting inside, trying to push Dio out.

Right now.

"You're now within my firing range!"

A flash of silver light.

The silver chariot appeared out of nowhere next to the rear wheel of the Tiger 1200, and the rapier, sharp as a knife, swept across.

A sharp, piercing sound exploded out.

The rear tire burst instantly, the vehicle swayed violently, and it completely lost control.

Tabitha stared wide-eyed at the blond boy walking alongside her.

Dior looked at her with a cold, mocking, and playful gaze.

The next second, the wheel rim sparked a burst of sparks as it scraped the ground.

"Ugh!!!"

Tabitha had no time to react; the motorcycle overturned, and she was thrown off.

Her body rolled on the asphalt road and finally crashed hard into a utility pole on the side of the road.

"cough!"

A mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth, spraying onto her helmet visor and blurring her vision.

The sound of brakes grew louder as it approached.

The sound of shoes stepping in the puddles, one step at a time, unhurried and deliberate.

Dio crouched down and ripped off Tabitha's helmet.

The black hair, wet from the rain, clung to his pale face.

"Hello, miss."

He raised his hand, pinched her chin, and slowly wiped the blood off her face with his thumb.

"It's you, Tabitha Gallerwin."

Dior's voice was neither loud nor soft as he looked down at her; his sweet voice suddenly turned deep.

"You think you're worthy to be my rivals? Stay away from my Wayne house, you damned hicks!"

Tabitha's pupils began to dilate, and her consciousness teetered on the brink of unconsciousness.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but only spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You...don't..."

Finally, what came into view was that cold yet alluring face, like a devil.

At that moment, she finally understood that her brother had provoked a demon he shouldn't have.

She fainted.

Dior glanced at the crowd that was gradually gathering around him, chuckled, put on his helmet, and rode away on his bicycle.

"Hmph, you're really lucky."

He didn't finish the job, after all, this wasn't an empty alley, and killing someone in broad daylight would be very troublesome.

Side Quest: Crush the Ants

[How dare this lowly gang of madmen challenge the majesty of the villainous savior?]

Now, you have successfully made them understand who is at the top of the food chain.

[Task Completed]

[Reward: 500 points, one random substitute draw]

While riding his bike, Dior glanced at the control panel.

It seems these guys are targeting me because they share the same mindset as me.

Sure enough, there's a special kind of understanding between competitors!

But Gallagher? Why are you trying to steal the Wayne family's inheritance from me?

Dior squinted.

The name Gallagher seems to have appeared out of nowhere, but to rise to the position of Chairman of the Development Department in the Gotham Chamber of Commerce, he must have some ancient family behind him.

Their targeting of the Wayne family was no accident.

At this moment, flames ignited on the edge of the side quest.

boom!

The four large characters for "[Side Quest]" have changed to a different appearance.

[Mission: The Shadow of Saint Duma]

The shadow of the Court of Owls has not yet dissipated, and new hunters have already entered the fray.

[Gallervin, this seemingly out-of-the-box surname, hides the ancient bloodline of Gotham. What they want is not just the Wayne family's inheritance, but the entire Gotham represented by the Wayne family.]

[Mission Objective: Investigate the true identities and backgrounds of the Gellervin siblings, and uncover the hidden connections between the Gellervin and Wayne families.]

[Reward: Unknown]

The Shadow of Saint Dumas?

Is it the Order of St. Dumas?

Has yet another clandestine organization emerged onto the historical stage?

One Court of Owls wasn't enough, and now the Order of St. Dumas has popped up?

Dior's eyes were unreadable, yet he genuinely smiled with excitement.

"Gotham is getting more and more interesting."

Not far away, Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke and turned to walk into the shadows.