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

As soon as they entered, Selena's swaying afro immediately caught their attention.

Bruce stared at the head, hesitant to speak.

Dior glanced at Bruce, scoffed, and asked directly:

"What happened to your hair? It looks terrible!"

"This is a trend, you wouldn't understand."

Selena stubbornly tossed her afro, giving him a "you dare call me ugly or I'll bite you" look.

Besides, everyone's got an afro these days, that's the trend! That's cutting-edge!

Seeing this, Dior shook his head expressionlessly.

She has beautiful long black hair, but she insists on doing it like this.

She's like a crazy young woman.

At this moment, Bruce carefully examined her new hairstyle, then looked at Dior, and smiled slightly:

"My current hairstyle definitely looks better than before."

"Really? Bruce has good taste."

Selena smiled with satisfaction and stuffed all the leftover food on the table into the refrigerator.

Dio glanced at Bruce—when did this guy go blind?

Is this head shape good-looking?

It looks like a big broccoli.

The three chatted briefly and were about to get down to business when Dior's phone suddenly vibrated.

He looked down and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He frowned slightly, but still answered the phone.

He could hear someone talking on the other end of the phone, and Dior's face gradually darkened.

"I see."

Dior hung up the phone with a grim expression, stood up somewhat impatiently, and added:

"I have something to attend to, I need to go to Blackgate Prison. I'll be going now, you can make your own arrangements."

"What's wrong?" Bruce stood up as well.

Dior did not answer, but quickly went out the door.

Bruce and Selena exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of unease in each other's eyes.

What exactly happened?

When Dio arrived at Blackgate Prison, Deputy Warden Carlson Gray was already waiting at the entrance.

He was dressed in a crisp uniform, with just the right amount of sadness on his face, and he might even cry a couple of times if necessary.

"Mr. Brando, this way please. What happened today was my oversight, I'm very sorry."

Dio ignored the blatant liar and followed him through the corridor to the morgue.

The person on the phone said that Peter was beaten to death last night while he was resting, with someone covering him with a blanket.

How could someone be beaten to death in just one night, and not even in the most dangerous prison area?

Are the prison guards blind or deaf?

Who would believe such nonsense?

In the dissection room, the stark white light shone on the metal table.

Peter Parker lay there quietly, covered with a white sheet, only his bluish-purple face showing.

Pale and lifeless.

Dior stood beside the stage, saying nothing.

His gaze fell on Peter's purplish face, and his fingers curled slightly.

She dragged him down with her.

The thought flashed through my mind for only a moment before being quickly suppressed.

Dior took a deep breath, his Adam's apple bobbing, but he said nothing.

"Mr. Brando."

Gray stood behind him, his face full of sanctimonious air, yet he still managed to put on a serious expression.

"Peter is a good boy. Director Locke specifically asked me to look after him, but I never expected... that something like this would happen in just one night."

Upon hearing this, Dior did not turn around, but asked softly:

"What exactly happened?"

"During a fight in prison, someone pierced his carotid artery with a homemade weapon."

Gray sighed, pointed to the wound on Peter's neck, and shook his head regretfully.

"Yeah?"

Dio grew increasingly silent; he couldn't stand the atmosphere any longer.

"I think I should leave."

"Wait, Mr. Brando, can we talk?"

Gray called out to him, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke:

"We are investigating a friend of his, but the investigation has led to a dead end."

"What friend?"

"It seems to be a nickname... something like Spider, Peter's good neighbor."

"Have you heard Peter mention this person before?"

The air seemed to freeze.

Dior's pupils dilated involuntarily, and all he could hear was his own rapid heartbeat.

Bang, bang, bang!

A profound sense of absurdity overwhelmed him.

Spiderman.

An epic tale of heroes from another world.

This is the story Dio told Peter, a story known only to himself, Peter, and Alfred.

How did Gray know?

A flash of gold appeared behind Dio, staring coldly at Gray.

Gray's hairs suddenly stood on end, a deadly threat looming over him—cold and close at hand.

But that momentary sense of crisis quickly vanished, disappearing like an illusion.

He frowned in confusion.

"No."

Dior turned around, his voice calm and utterly emotionless.

"I've never heard of any spider."

Gold Experience silently withdrew his fist.

It was just a hair's breadth away from hitting Gray in the face.

"Haven't you heard of it?"

Gray chuckled, then changed the subject, a sheepish grin spreading across his face:

"By the way, Mr. Brando, I'm about to receive a batch of Malaysian bananas. Would you like to try some?"

"No need."

Dior gave a cold reply and turned to leave without hesitation.

Gray watched Dio walk away, his respectful expression fading like the tide.

He glanced down at Peter's pale face, a sneer playing on his lips.

"Arrogant young man, humph."

Now he's going to enjoy his Malaysian bananas.

As Dior walked down the office corridor, a prison guard approached him, carrying a plate of the world's most expensive golden bananas.

The fleeting moment when we brushed past each other!

The golden experience vanished in a flash.

The pistol he carried had been transformed into a golden banana, blending seamlessly into the other golden bananas.

Dior glanced at it, then looked away and casually brushed past the prison guard.

It wasn't until I walked out of the prison gates that a cold wind rushed into my collar.

Dior then touched his waist and paused in his tracks.

Seemingly sensing something, he turned and gave the prison a cold look.

Enjoy your last meal.

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Inside the office, Gray poured himself a glass of red wine, humming a little tune, and picked up the most conspicuous golden banana from the tray.

He leaned back on the leather sofa and slowly peeled the banana.

The aroma of bananas filled the air.

Malaysian bananas are the most delicious bananas in the world.

These small golden bananas are not only delicious when eaten raw, but they also taste amazing when cooked into delicious dishes.

It is the world's most popular banana.

Gray took a deep breath, nodded in satisfaction, and prepared to take a bite.

Click.

His fingers paused.

"Um?"

Gray frowned and looked down at the banana in his hand.

What was that sound just now?

He shook his head, thinking it was probably the prison pipes making noise.

"Never mind, it'll be bad if it oxidizes."

Gray eagerly opened his mouth and took a bite.

The moment his teeth closed, he bit into cold metal instead of soft, juicy fruit.

Gray looked down—

That golden banana had somehow transformed into a loaded pistol.

The gun was pointed directly at his palate!

He even pulled the trigger with his own finger!

His pupils contracted instantly, and he tried to draw his gun, but it was too late!

"Ugh!!!!!!!!!"

boom! ! !

A gunshot rang out from deep within the prison!