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

boom!!

The manor gate was forcibly broken open from the outside, splinters of wood flew everywhere.

This power!

Dio's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart skipped a beat.

Since the last intrusion, Alfred has reinforced the gate and upgraded the alarm system.

Now this door is not only beautiful, but also extremely sturdy; even a door-breaking tool would take quite a while to break it down.

But now... Dior's eyes turned serious.

This "Godzilla" is definitely equipped with advanced technology and ruthless skills; it's the strongest enemy he's encountered in a long time.

However, it's not like there's no chance of winning.

He forced himself to calm down and analyze the situation like an observer.

As the dust settled, a burly monster covered in thick scales stood at the doorway, its eyes gleaming with ferocity, but it made no move.

It had a metal collar around its neck, and an indicator light was flashing on and off.

"Damn it!"

Without hesitation, Alfred fired several shots at the monster.

The bullet struck the scales, sending sparks flying.

The crocodile monster didn't move an inch, didn't even blink, and didn't make any move to dodge.

Its reptilian vertical pupils coldly swept across the room, revealing a hint of disdain.

Soon after, Alfred's gunfire stopped, and his magazine was empty.

"Why is there only one?"

Bruce gripped the calf stick tightly, his gaze quickly sweeping across the doorway and out the window.

"What about the other one?"

"It's inside, but I don't know where!"

Dior's spider-sense continued to sting, not from the one at the door, but from above.

He looked up abruptly; the chandelier on the ceiling swayed slightly, but there was nothing on it.

"I'm here."

A strange voice came from the corner of the living room, with an odd tone and a stiff feel.

The source of the sound kept moving, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, and it was unpredictable.

"Hand over Karen Jennings and we're leaving right now, or the crocodile will eat you up."

Dio narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself.

Karen is absolutely not a good match.

The fact that Thomas Wayne went to find her before his death and hid her demonstrates her importance.

The fact that Hugo is now sending monsters to steal her only further confirms her value.

"You can't hide, Karen Jennings!" the voice came again from the direction of the fireplace. "I can see every single one of you."

Gold Experience!

Dior's eyes narrowed, and he slightly raised his left hand.

The golden sensation silently emerged from behind her, and her slender fist clenched tightly.

With C-level strength and A-level speed, smashing a sedan is no problem at all.

He quickly pinpointed the source of the sound.

It seems to be on the right side of the fireplace, about two meters high.

That's it!

The golden experience vanished from its original spot in an instant, reappearing at the source of the sound the next second, its arms striking like a storm—

"Wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood, wood!"

The fist slammed into the wall, the plasterboard shattered, dust billowed up, but it hit nothing.

"Just as the doctor said, you are somewhat special, Dio Brando."

The voice carried a hint of jealousy; it was sinister and malicious.

"Is that Chinese qigong? Hitting people from a distance? But you can't hit me, give up!"

Dior frowned.

Invisibility? No, it's more like camouflage. This guy blends into the environment like a chameleon.

At this time.

Suddenly, the crocodile at the entrance opened its mouth and let out a deafening roar, its eyes flashing with ferocity, as if urging something.

Dior narrowed his eyes slightly, his smile subtle.

It seems the chameleon is the brain and the crocodile is the fighting force; they're a perfect pair.

Just like Phoenix Legend.

"roar!"

The crocodile monster thrashed its tail on the ground restlessly, drool dripping from its mouth, clearly already impatient.

A few seconds later, it roared again.

"roar!"

Dio looked at the collar around the crocodile's neck, then at the direction from which the sound was drifting, and suddenly smiled.

"I accept your surrender."

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent, including the crocodile monster in the distance.

Bruce hesitated for a moment, then leaned close to Dio's ear and whispered:

"I don't think provoking the other party is a wise choice."

Just as Dior was about to say something, a sharp pain suddenly came from the back of his neck.

It's spider senses!

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a long, sticky tongue suddenly shot out from the corner of the room.

"You vile bastards!"

Dio's pupils contracted, his body reacting before his mind could process it.

He shoved Bruce hard, but his arm was entangled by the sticky tongue.

Slippery and cold, like being strangled by a giant python, the disgusting slime soaked directly into my sleeves.

He gritted his teeth and struggled, but when he found that he couldn't move at all, his face instantly darkened.

"Take down the blond one first!" the chameleon shouted.

Bruce scrambled to his feet, his pupils constricting at the sight before him:

"Dio!!!"

boom! boom! boom!

The floor was crushed by the crocodile monster's trampling, and its savage figure, accompanied by a foul stench, charged forward.

Dio felt the strong wind ahead, his facial muscles twitched slightly, and he immediately shouted:

"Chariot!"

The silver chariot appeared out of thin air beside him, raising its rapier high and slicing into the base of his tongue with the precision of a hot knife through butter.

With a flash of sword light, half a tongue flew into the air, gushing out blood.

Dio ignored the tongue and stared intently at the charging crocodile monster, its ever-growing form reflected in his pupils.

This is a combination move.

His dynamic vision allowed him to see the crocodile monster's movements clearly, but his body couldn't react at all!

The moment the tongue was bound, the crocodile monster began its charge!

Even if you use the Golden Experience to make the opponent's mental energy go berserk now, it's useless, since a crocodile can't possibly have much mental energy!

Therefore, he knew that he absolutely could not dodge this attack!

Then the only option left is a direct confrontation!

But this time, there was not a trace of fear in Dior's eyes; instead, there was a long-lost excitement!

Because he didn't believe he would die at the hands of a monster!

"You think the brute force of this inferior creature can defeat me, Dio Brando?!"

The silver chariot instantly shifted back to defend, its armored body forming a shield in front of it.

Simultaneously.

Dio clenched his right hand tightly, and the ripples seeped into the splattered blood, instantly hardening it and solidifying it into a dark red shield in front of him.

Click!

Two figures crashed through the kitchen window in an instant.

Glass shards scattered like stars in the air.

Dio and the crocodile monster fell onto the lawn together and rolled twice.

outside the window.

Dior, covered in blood, crawled out from the shattered glass.

He stumbled, his knees almost buckling, but he gritted his teeth and held on.

"Ha, is that all the strength you have? How weak!"

As Dio spoke, he spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, raised his right hand, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and slowly straightened up.

"I'm going to kill you! You damned beast!"