The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

"Cough cough..."

John coughed, wrapping one hand tightly around the tattered clothes covering his body.

In his other hand, he held a pen and wrote something in a small blue leather notebook.

Upon hearing Bai Lang's words, he raised his head, his voice sounding very hoarse.

"Ahem...Sir, my wallet was stolen by a pickpocket, so I had no choice but to stay here."

"Please allow me to stay here, cough cough... just for one night, I won't be here tomorrow."

John's wrinkled face wore a pleading expression, as if he thought the white waves had come to drive him away.

In fact, he had seen many such cases when he worked as a construction worker in the Metropolitan Area.

Many workers who were tired and wanted to rest stayed in the unfinished building, but were driven out by security guards.

But he had no other choice; an old man with no money could only stay in this unfamiliar city.

Perhaps it's due to the rotation of the magnetic field or something else.

Bai Lang could subtly sense a special emotion in the old man's heart.

As if it were some kind of destiny, even Bai Lang didn't know what was going on.

Right now, he has two choices.

One option is to leave it alone, or give the old man some money so he can settle himself down properly.

Secondly, it's about being a good person to the end.

He glanced at the death beside him, sighed inwardly, and explained:

"I'm not here to kick you out."

"I was thinking, if you don't mind, you can come and rest at my place."

There's no way around it; he always shows his kindness to those who are about to die.

John's face showed a look of panic and fear.

"I have no money, I really have no money left..."

Bai Lang added, "I won't charge you!"

John still couldn't quite believe the man in front of him who looked like a giant bat.

Having lived in America's capitalist society for decades, he couldn't believe there was such a kind person in the world willing to help an old man.

Even if such people exist, they shouldn't be in America.

“I’m a police officer, now you should believe me, right?” Bai Lang pulled out his police sergeant’s badge.

John could see the words on it and the man's photo.

He appeared to be of Asian descent, with regular features, and looked upright and incorruptible in his white police uniform.

He continued to look at the documents in Bai Lang's hand.

At 23, he's quite young; I never expected him to become a sheriff.

He couldn't help but think of his son, Mike, who was probably in the same situation as the young man before him.

Handsome, somewhat successful, and maybe even has a girlfriend.

John began to imagine what kind of life his son Mike would lead in the city.

"Now you can believe me, right? I really am a good person." Bai Lang put away his documents.

“Ennn... Sheriff Bailang, thank you.”

After writing a sentence in his notebook, John put his worn-out clothes into a bag he had bought for three cents at the supermarket.

Bai Lang led the old man, holding up a black umbrella for him. The force of the rotating magnetic field affected the surroundings as they slowly moved through the darkness.

In fact, he noticed the old man because he saw a dead figure at Gotham Station from a great distance.

He thought someone else had been killed, but when he rushed over, he found a ragged old white man huddled up in a ball.

He couldn't explain why he was helping this person; perhaps it was simply because he felt sorry for him.

Or perhaps Bai Lang saw something more in the old man...

......

Wayne Tower, Fox's laboratory.

After ensuring Dr. Arkham's safety, Bruce Wayne and Fox worked together in the laboratory to upgrade the Anti-Batman armor.

After his previous battle with the fake Batman, Bruce Wayne was confident that he had collected all of the opponent's data.

"A speed of 100 meters in two seconds, a force of twenty tons... that powerful red electric current, an invulnerable body..."

Just to be on the safe side, Bruce Wayne instructed Fox to push the upgrade of the anti-Batman armor by another 50% based on this data.

"Two thrusters were added to the legs and two to the back, increasing the speed to 100 meters per second."

"The materials used in the armor have also been improved; all materials now contain an additional N-type metal..."

N-metal is a mysterious metal with anti-gravity and energy-absorbing properties.

This is a magical metal that was accidentally discovered by an engineer under the Wayne Group.

In his quest for a breakthrough in armor, Bruce Wayne applied it to the Anti-Batman armor.

Armor made from this metal allows the wearer to fly against gravity and amplifies their strength tenfold.

It also has a unique effect on the self-healing factor of Deathstroke, which was previously used by the armor.

No matter what damage the armor suffers, it only takes one minute for this anti-Batman armor to be restored to its original state.

With Batman Bruce Wayne's completely targeted design, the armor's stats reached a terrifying level.

Fox's eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked into the glass case, where a black belt sat quietly suspended in mid-air.

The belt was entirely black, with a golden bat pattern in the center, and patterns resembling dragon scales covering the entire belt.

After these days of effort, the original anti-Batman armor has undergone an almost revolutionary upgrade.

“Young Master Wayne, I’ve named this suit of armor the Anti-Super Batman Armor.”

"It has its own flight capability, its power amplification is almost a hundredfold, and those thrusters can provide an additional ten tons of force..."

"Moreover, it is exceptionally sturdy and can withstand an impact of at least 20 tons."

"All weapon systems have been replaced with electromagnetic pulse weapons, which are highly effective at suppressing electric currents and disrupting magnetic fields..."

Bruce Wayne's gaze lingered through the glass case on the anti-Batman armor belt inside.

Without any operation, this belt can float up on its own.

This was the key weapon in his plan to subdue the fake Batman.

He was clutching several newspapers tightly in his hands.

Without exception, all of them reported the news that two Batmen had appeared in Gotham.

Two Batmen? Reinforcements for the Dark Knights of Gotham?

"Two Batmen, crime busters or ruthless executioners?"

"..."

Most of the reports about the fake Batman were published by a newspaper called the Daily Planet.

Furthermore, the related articles were all written by a female journalist named Louise Lane.

After this period of investigation, Bruce Wayne became increasingly convinced that the Superman appearing in Metropolis next door was connected to the fake Batman that occasionally appeared in Gotham.

"Was it really you...?" A hint of gloom flickered in his eyes.

Instinctively, he had no liking for this Superman who had only appeared for a year or two, and he was constantly monitoring him.

However, according to the intelligence gathered, the enemy's indestructible nature could not be interfered with by firearms, bullets, or electromagnetic weapons.

This contradicts the previous claim that the fake Batman was injured by Deathstroke using electromagnetic weapons.

Fox opened the glass case, took out the anti-Batman armor belt, and held it in front of Bruce Wayne.

"Young Master Wayne, would you like to try out the upgraded armor's performance?"

Bruce Wayne snapped out of his daze and picked up the anti-Batman armor belt.

Because it is made of nanomaterials, this belt is not very big in the hand.

He put on the belt and placed his right index finger on the fingerprint authentication area on the right.

Almost instantly, black nanomaterials flowed out densely from the belt, covering Bruce's body like a rising tide.

The black cape moved without wind, and Batman Bruce Wayne floated a meter off the ground. He casually threw a punch at the force gauge.

The power armor braked, providing a massive boost in power, and the two thrusters on the arms burst forth with surging blue flames.

Accompanied by a violent whistling sound that tore through the air.

The force gauge struck the pad and immediately dented it by at least four centimeters, and the display screen started to flicker at the same time.

The numbers kept changing, eventually settling at 34 tons.

Chapter 46: The Photos (Please continue reading!)

Inside Bai Lang's rented room.

John sat upright at the small wooden square table.

He looked up and saw the young man cooking, the fragrant white steam filling the room.

I haven't eaten for almost a day, and my stomach is constantly secreting gastric acid.

The taste in his mouth was so unpleasant that he couldn't help but swallow.

Bai Lang placed a bowl of freshly prepared food in front of him.

John was taken aback for a moment, then habitually said thank you.

"Thank you."