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

Wayne Manor, a semi-open kitchen.

"We'll play slowly after the crocodile eats that blond kid."

The chameleon-like man gave a sinister smile, and his thin figure slowly disappeared into the corner of the room.

His tongue had just been cut off, but it seemed to have no effect on his mobility at all.

Bruce realized this and knew he could no longer sit idly by.

If Dio really wins, this guy will definitely not be waiting here!

It would be far too easy for an invisible enemy to sneak up and kill Karen.

We must not let it leave this place.

"Alfred."

After looking around, Bruce quickly made a judgment and shouted:

"curtain!"

"curtain?"

Alfred was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening.

"Excellent idea, Master Bruce!"

He rushed to the window and quickly drew all the curtains shut.

The room was plunged into darkness in an instant.

"Heh, what a bunch of idiots. The Gotham prince is nothing special."

The chameleon-like man lay on the chandelier, observing coldly.

He possesses chameleon DNA, allowing him to see clearly even in the dark.

He sneered inwardly, "When the crocodile returns, it will devour you all."

"Alfred."

Bruce gripped the calf tightly, his finger resting on the stun button, and said in a deep voice,

"Now."

The chameleon man suddenly sensed something was wrong.

"Roger that!" Alfred grabbed the edge of the heavy curtains and pulled them taut—

Swish.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the living room.

As light spreads across the walls, floors, and ceilings, the "transparent" outlines that blend seamlessly into the environment are instantly revealed.

Chameleons can change their skin color to match their environment, but a sudden change in ambient brightness can render their invisibility ineffective for a split second.

Bruce rushed over.

"I saw it!"

Without hesitation, Alfred pulled the curtains back with his other hand.

The living room fell into darkness again, and the distorted light and shadow disappeared once more.

But Alfred's hands didn't stop; he kept pulling and tugging wildly back and forth.

The curtains switched rapidly as they opened and closed, with light and darkness flashing alternately, as fast as a flashbulb.

The chameleon-man growled angrily, narrowly dodging the electric baton swung down from below.

His camouflage needs time to adapt to the environment, and the rapid alternation of light and dark leaves the skin no time to react.

The chameleon-man suddenly jumped, and its suction cups stuck to another spot, causing its skin to change color in sync.

"Little trick! You think I'm really a chameleon?" He adapted much faster.

Bruce frowned.

The camouflage cannot be broken too many times in a row, after all, this monster is human and has a strong learning ability.

"Alfred, stop."

The curtains stopped swaying.

Bruce quickly scanned the kitchen, constantly thinking of anything he could use.

His gaze eventually fell on the bag of flour on the stove for making desserts, but he hesitated.

Flour can reveal the chameleon's location because he can't alter external objects, but this thing has a fatal weakness—

Dust explosion.

The kitchen is a barely enclosed space, and if an explosion occurs, you could be blown out.

The mournful roar of a crocodile monster could be heard from outside the window.

The chameleon-like man lay on the chandelier, his vertical pupils slightly constricted.

Is the crocodile about to lose?

That blond kid.....

He suppressed his unease. It didn't matter; even if the crocodile died, he could still complete the mission.

Besides, he's not weak either!

Upon hearing the roar, Bruce realized the problem.

It seems the chameleon-like people who were hiding are about to launch an attack!

He quickly gave Alfred a look, signaling him to get the bag of flour.

At that moment, the chameleon man silently slid off the chandelier, landed on all fours, and swiftly climbed over the wall.

Alfred moved, turned around and rushed towards the stove!

He grabbed the unopened bag of flour next to him and tore a hole in it.

"Alfred, get out of the way!"

Bruce heard the sound of wind breaking and quickly shouted a warning!

Alfred's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively rolled to the side.

A visible claw grazed his shoulder, leaving three deep marks on the wall.

The chameleon man missed his first attack, turned around, and his severed tongue suddenly shot out, wrapping around Bruce's wrist!

The sticky substance soaked through the cuffs, giving off a tingling, numb sensation.

poisonous?

Bruce gritted his teeth, gripped the calf stick tightly, and pressed it directly against the sticky tongue.

A flash of blue light.

"ah!!!!!!"

The chameleon-man let out a piercing scream, his tongue instinctively loosening.

"Alfred! Flour!"

Bruce was also shocked; his arm twitched, but he still didn't let go.

Compared to the pain of being burned, this electric shock is nothing.

He can completely hold back!

Alfred had already torn open the flour bag, grabbed the opening with both hands, and was waving it wildly in the air.

The white dust almost completely obscured the view.

In the confined space, they are turning into a bomb.

The chameleon man got up from the ground, looked at the white powder filling the air, and didn't understand what they were doing.

He suffered because of his lack of education.

But before the chameleon man could recover from the electric shock...

"run!"

Bruce grabbed Alfred's arm, and the two stumbled toward the back door.

"Is this an escape attempt? Perfect!"

The chameleon man paused for a moment, then smiled disdainfully and tried to chase after Karen, who was fleeing.

Just then, the sound of wind breaking rang out, and the back door closed!

In my field of vision, a calendar rod was spinning in the air, its blue arc of electricity particularly dazzling.

As the chameleon man looked at the flipped calico stick, he felt the whole world slow down, and some childhood memories began to surface.

at the same time.

Dior, walking forward, murmured to himself:

"I wonder if Bruce and Alfred can hold on."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the two people he had just been talking about rushed out from another door.

"Get down!" Bruce yelled and fell to the ground with Alfred.

"What?"

Dio frowned, but before he could speak, his spider senses sent a sharp pain that was even stronger than before.

"etc!"

The location seems to be directly in front?

"This is unbelievable! Chariot!"

The silver chariot blocked his way once again.

next second!

boom!!

A huge fireball exploded from the kitchen, and the shockwave shattered all the remaining glass.

Incidentally, it also sent Dio, who was nearby, flying!

The sound of the explosion echoed through the manor for a long time.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Bruce raised his head, looked at the completely deformed window, and slowly stood up.

"Uh—ah."

Dio groaned as he propped himself up, shook his buzzing head, and it took him several seconds to see what was in front of him.

Looking at the mess in front of him, he took a deep breath, his voice hoarse:

"Are you all crazy?"

"Never mind that, just tell me if it's resolved or not."

Bruce staggered over and reached out his hand to Dio, who was lying on the ground.

"Come."

"Resolved?"

Dio gripped the hand tightly, looking at Bruce who was unusually annoying today, his voice trembling.

"You call this a solution? You almost blew up the entire manor, including me!"

"There was no time left, so I had to take a gamble, and luckily I won."

"bet?"

Dior took a deep breath, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and silently used Ripple to soothe the pain.

"You're betting on how you'll blow me up too, right?!"

This grudge!

He made a note of it!