I'm Really an Alchemist

No apocalyptic rainstorms, no flooded Gotham.

There is no strange and crazy clown either.

Just a weird dream.

Bruce Wayne, the director of Wayne Group in Gotham City, is also a world-famous playboy. In the whole world, he is the richest man in the world. In Gotham City, he is the uncrowned king.

"Afu, have you heard of the name Batman?"

After leaving the hotel, Bruce was not in the mood to continue looking for flowers, and drove back to Wayne Manor, asking the old housekeeper.

The elegant old butler brought refreshing coffee.

"Master, you should learn to use the Internet. About superheroes and super criminals, the Internet knows more details than I do."

Blocked by the old butler, Bruce shrugged and leaned on the sofa.

On the way home, he already used the intelligent system to search for the name Batman in the global big data, but the result was zero.

That strange dream is still in my mind.

Whether it's Gotham at the end of the day or the weird guy dressed as a clown, they are all very familiar to him and very sad, but Bruce can't know where this emotion comes from?

The young richest man in the world looks out the window, the sun is shining brightly.

Once upon a time, he always believed that whether it is a superhero or a super criminal, they are all very far away from Gotham. On this earth with magic, superpowers and big events from time to time, Gotham City is known as the safest place on earth. City.

Every city has more or less superheroes and criminals.

Only Gotham doesn't.

It's as if it's been forgotten, no super powers are involved in this city, it's extremely unscientific on this chaotic planet, but the unscientific things on earth are gone, and Gotham has no one to explore.

As far as Bruce is concerned, he loves the city.

Unlike other super rich people, Bruce has no interest in superpowers or immortality. He likes the peaceful Gotham, and would rather spend his money on picking up girls than researching supergenes.

In his opinion, this is simply not doing business properly.

Playboy doesn't look like a Playboy!

Thinking of this gave him a headache.

"I'm just a playboy who doesn't compete with the world. Why did the old man throw the Wayne Group to me? He obviously can fight for another thirty years!" Young Master Wayne complained.

The old butler was neither humble nor overbearing.

"The master intends to exercise your ability, young master, you are indeed too tired."

Bruce raised his legs dismissively.

The former director of Wayne Group-Thomas Wayne threw the group into his hands without notifying his son two months ago, and he took his wife on a global tour.

It's called a honeymoon.

People in their fifties are still on their honeymoon?

Bruce talked to his mother on the phone a few days ago. His parents were on vacation in Hawaii. His mother invited him to join him many times, but the damn old man refused - saying that he didn't want him to disturb their two lives.

I thought of the smiles of my parents.

Bruce had to accept this, and made a difficult transition from a playboy to a group director.

Putting aside the strange dream, Bruce Wayne turned on the TV and watched the Gotham news.

The glamorous anchorwoman who used to be Bruce's girlfriend interrupted the news nervously. With her moving voice, the screen switched to the smoky Gotham Street.

Passers-by screamed and fled.

In the thick smoke, a humanoid monster came out, and the shaking of the picture represented the fear in the photographer's heart.

It was a humanoid monster like a crocodile, with a hideous face.

"Super criminals appeared in Gotham City for the first time. The police station has dispatched all police officers. Gotham Central Avenue has been blocked. Citizens, please be sure not to approach Central Avenue."

When Bruce Wayne saw the crocodile man on the screen, he subconsciously adjusted his sitting posture and his face became serious.

"Batman..."

The crocodile man approached the camera, making a hoarse sound in his throat, and looked at the shaking camera with blank eyes.

"I know you're in Gotham City, I'm here to find you!"

The crocodile man's weird face is close to the camera, as if he is staring at Bruce Wayne with a livid complexion on the sofa.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sharp siren, and the Gotham police officers quickly protected the foreign reporters with weak legs, and surrounded the crocodile people.

Even police officers are uneasy.

They have never had the experience of dealing with super villains. Most super villains on earth are not afraid of bullets at all. Only superheroes can deal with them, but there are no superheroes in Gotham.

The crocodile man did not resist.

Handcuffed by officers, he said to the camera: "This is just the beginning, Batman."

The screen switches back to the broadcast hall.

Bruce Wayne was silent for a long time, and he didn't wake up until the old butler's call. He suddenly got up and issued his first order as a director of the Wayne Group: find out the identity of Batman.

As the crocodile man said.

From this day on, peace in Gotham City is gone forever.

High-intelligence criminals, far more troublesome than other cities, appeared in Gotham City one by one, from the Riddler, to the Penguin, to the Two-Faced Man, criminals who came from nowhere, muddying the waters of Gotham.

Wayne Corporation quickly invited superheroes from other cities to fight the criminals.

But those superheroes have never seen criminals like Gotham. What they face are high-tech criminals and super-powered criminals. The superheroes invited by the Wayne Group are played by Gotham criminals one by one.

The peace of Gotham is no longer there, and the citizens no longer have smiles on their faces.

As if overnight, Gotham went from the most peaceful place in the world to the darkest city in the world.

"Batman."

All criminals have only one purpose, to get Batman out, and for this, they will stop at nothing.

But Gotham, without Batman.

This time, a large supermarket under the Wayne Group was controlled by the gangster headed by the Penguin, and a live broadcast was carried out on the whole network - the Penguin was sitting on a chair whose face could not be seen clearly, and the gangsters took over everyone in the supermarket. All concentrated in the lobby.

"Batman, the game of hide and seek is over."

Penguin smiled at the camera.

"It's twelve o'clock at noon. Every hour, I will kill a person until you appear."

The whole Gotham fell into madness.

The beeping of the police car resounded throughout the city, and Director Gordon was furious, but they dared not sneak into the supermarket.

"Master."

On the rooftop of Wayne Manor, a Black Hawk helicopter circled, and the old butler said, "Master asks you to leave Gotham City."

Bruce Wayne looked up at the helicopter hovering under the leaden cloud.

"Would more people die if Batman didn't show up?"

"Yes."

The old butler replied, "But that's superheroes, that's what the police worry about, and you've done enough."

"It's not enough." Bruce said in a low voice, "If Gotham doesn't have Batman, then let me be Batman!"

.....

Wayne Supermarket was silent.

The kidnapped citizens squatted together in fear, not daring to make any sound, and the masked gang members held shotguns, not daring to breathe.

Tick, tick.

The clock ticked silently.

The Penguin sat on the armchair, lowered his eyes, and rubbed the pocket watch on his chest.

clang!

The clock strikes.

An hour is up.

"Kill it!" Penguin calmly waved his hand, and walked out of a gang member. He pulled a woman's hair and pulled her to the front of the live broadcast camera. He ignored the woman's fear and screamed, and put the gun on the back of her head.

More and more people watched the live broadcast, and couldn't bear to see the next scene.

then,

"boom!!"

The pitch-black Bugatti Veyron slammed open the supermarket's rolling shutter door, breathing out blue flames, its rear wheels braked tightly, spinning among the panicked gangsters, and stopped in the middle of the supermarket lobby.

The door opened.

Bruce Wayne, who was wearing a weird black uniform, stepped out. He hurried over, and the uniform on his body was still casually put on. Compared with Batman, he looked more like a nondescript masked hero.

"Batman!"

Penguin stood up and looked at Bruce Wayne with a crazy smile.

"You are finally willing to come out!"

Bruce Wayne stared at the Penguin, pretending to be a superhero for the first time, but he didn't feel half jerky, as if he should have done such a thing and become such a person.

"My world has been destroyed." Penguin's voice was low, with lingering anger: "But this world still exists, Gotham—it shouldn't be peaceful, Gotham without Batman, Not the Gotham I wanted."

"Batman, we haven't decided yet!"

Penguin's voice suddenly increased: "This time, I will kill you with my own hands, and then destroy this world!"

crazy.

Bruce Wayne looked at the man who was laughing like a lunatic, and when he flipped his hands, two silver-gray pistols appeared, which were filled with high-efficiency anesthetics. Following his movements, the gangsters around him also raised their guns .

A red shadow appeared in front of Bruce.

In the flames of the firearms, there was the sound of gold and iron colliding, and the bullets bounced around.