American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers! - Chapter 577

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

Bruce looked at Raven, Azu, Clark and others who appeared in front of him in shock.

“In other words, you are here to help me?”

He didn’t expect that Peter would ask all his children to come over and help.

“Yes, if you need any help, you can just ask, Bruce, we are all a family.”

Azu patted his shoulder with a smile on his face.

“No, this is too dangerous. I can’t let you take these risks.”

Bruce ignored Azu’s suspiciously fake smile, shook his head and said, “Besides, this is a long process and it won’t end in a short time.”

“But we can do our part.”

Clark said from the side: “I think if the farm encounters any danger, you will definitely go over and use your own power to protect the farm and the godfather, right?”

Bruce thought for a moment and looked at Alfred.

The butler smiled back at him.

“Okay, but in Gotham, your actions must obey my orders and you cannot act without authorization. Can you accept this?”

He turned his gaze to Azu and asked him.

“certainly.”

Azu nodded and said he would listen to Batman in everything he said, “From now on, we are all the Dark Knights of Gotham, and there is no hiding from darkness!”

After hearing Azu lower his voice and imitate his own voice to say this sentence, he felt a little regretful.

I agreed rashly, it seemed a little hasty? !

night.

Bruce has divided Azu and others into several teams and went to different areas to explore.

He himself was preparing to go to the new town controlled by the ventriloquist.

The Ventriloquist, formerly known as Arnold Wesker, is one of Gotham’s supervillains.

He owns a doll called “Scarface”. Being schizophrenic, he takes “Scarface” in his hands and lets Scarface control his body.

Originally this guy was just a mediocre person entering old age.

Although he often complained about others, he never committed a crime.

When he passed 60 years old, he felt lucky and happy for his mediocrity for the first time. “It’s not easy for a useless person like me to live safely to 60 years old.” The spirit of such a small person Ah Q , fully reflected in him.

It wasn’t until he was sixty years old that he went to prison for the first time because of a trivial matter.

With a weak personality, he met a prisoner in prison.

This criminal who wanted to escape from prison not only frightened Arnold Wesker, but also gave him a deeper understanding of the darkness of society. In the end, the criminal died in the hands of Arnold Wesker.

The criminal he killed was good at ventriloquism. He made himself a puppet called “Scarface” and performed ventriloquism at the prison party.

“Scarface” wears a suit and a top hat, loves to talk dirty, and has a strong sense of crime. Compared with the cowardly Arnold, he is two different people.

But in fact, the so-called “Scarface” is just a manifestation of his schizophrenia.

With the ventriloquist’s information in his mind, Bruce packed up and prepared to head to the new town.

“Batman, won’t you take us there?”

Almost everyone in Wayne Manor went out for action, leaving only Vi, Blast, and Catherine.

Catherine, the eldest daughter of a wealthy family, had completely forgotten about returning to Piltover.

Vi was unhappy that everyone was sent out by Batman, even Mark, and only a few people were left.

“You sit at the headquarters, this should be the best arrangement.”

Bruce stated that he regarded the three as an important force in guarding Wayne Manor.

“I think you should take us with you. If you encounter any difficulties, we can help.”

Vi asks Bruce to bring the three of them with him.

Although he was worried about the safety of the three people, Bruce finally took the three people with him at Wei’s strong request.

at the same time.

Newtown ventriloquist territory.

The ventriloquist sat on the couch, one hand clutching the puppet Scarface.

Standing in front of him was a captured boy.

The boy held a box of cookies in his hand and looked at “Scarface” with horror.

Scarface held a pistol in one hand and a cigar in the other.

“Hand over the cookies!”

Scarface roared at the boy.

Arnold, who was controlling the puppet, said obediently: “No, Lord Scarface, we can’t take his cookies. This is stealing, and stealing is wrong.”

“Yes, stealing is a no.”

The young man bravely said.

Unexpectedly, the puppet glared at him, “This is my biscuit, boy, you stole it from me!”

“No, not me!”

The boy quickly explained: “I stole this – er, I mean, I found it. Yes, I found it at the safety exit.”

“Scarface” the puppet face moved closer to him, “Did you find it and it was near the emergency exit?”

“It’s absolutely true! I swear!”

The boy raised his hands and swore.

“Bang!”

Unexpectedly, “Scarface” pulled the trigger directly on the opponent.

“I lost it near the emergency exit, you thief!”

As “Scarface” pulled the trigger, the boy immediately fell into a pool of blood.

“Now, feed me some pie.”

Scarface asked Arnold to pick up the cookies and feed them to him.

A somewhat frightened Arnold picked up the biscuit, took out a piece and stuffed it into the puppet’s mouth.

“Idiot, it’s not this piece, this piece has blood on it!”

“Scarface” shouted fiercely at Arnold.

Half an hour later, Bruce had arrived in New Town with Blast, Vi and Catherine.

Walking on the quiet and deserted street, the cold wind blew towards several people.

The loneliness around him was unfamiliar to Bruce. There was no traffic noise, no train whistles, and no electrical noise.

The old smell of smog and exhaust has been replaced by the stench of all kinds of garbage and excrement. It probably takes an entire rainy season to wash away this smell.

Bangbao asked in confusion: “Don’t we need a flashlight?”

“Yes, we don’t need flashlights because once they are turned on, it invites criminals to come and steal our stuff.”

Please…you…collect 6…books…!

Bruce replied to her.

“Then how do you see things clearly in the dark? Can you really use echo to locate your location like a bat?”

“Bangbao” asked curiously.

“No.”

Bruce shook his head and said, “I’m wearing night vision goggles.”

Boom: “.”

She felt that Batman was sometimes very funny when he spoke.

Although this guy looks bitter and resentful most of the time.

As he walked, Bruce used spray paint to paint a bat pattern on the wall.

After finishing graffiti, he took out his communicator.

After coming to Gotham, Bruce contacted Barbara.

“How’s it going? Do you have any new information about the ventriloquist?”

Bruce asked Barbara on the other end of the communicator.

“He controls New Town, has a pistol and ammunition, and likes sweets like Zetti-Cola, but they are very difficult to get. I heard that he has become more addicted recently.”

Barbara told him what she knew.

“I know all this, is there anything else?”

“He didn’t have a computer so I couldn’t hack in, there were no phones so I couldn’t listen in, and I couldn’t even gather second or third hand intelligence because there was an armed guard there.”

Barbara’s voice came from inside, “Sorry, I’m a high-tech girl from a primitive society now.”

Seeing Bruce hang up the communication, Wei asked him worriedly: “Are you in any trouble? Maybe I can help.”

“No, I just realized something important.”

Bruce told her: “I realized that I was too dependent on technology, so accustomed to using databases and quick searches, that I now forgot that the best and most reliable technology is actually around me, and that is – my brain.”

“To use it, I just have to think.”

Listening to Bruce’s words, Vi and Catherine nodded and took note of what he said.

“I thought about an idea.”

After a while, Catherine raised her hand and said.

“What?”

“About that ventriloquist thing you were talking about.”

Catherine said to him: “I have a yordle trap, which is the kind of weapon that can catch yordles. This kind of clamp can put a ‘small cake’ to catch those greedy yordles.”

Catherine paused and continued: “Maybe we can trap the ventriloquist you mentioned using the same method as trapping yordles.”

Catherine used her talent as a “Piltover Law Enforcement Officer” and said to Bruce: “Didn’t you say he likes Zetti-Cola? Maybe we can use this sweet to seduce him.”

After listening to Catherine’s words, Bruce felt that it was feasible.

He was full of surprise, he didn’t expect the girl in front of him to be so smart.

Also, what the hell are yordles?

Why have I never heard of this name?

The next day, early morning.

New Town.

Wei was walking on the road in New Town alone, holding a bottle of Zetti Cola.

Soon it was stopped by Scarface’s men.

“Stop! What are you doing?”

The strong man held the gun in his hand and asked Wei sharply.

“Do you want to change this?”

Wei showed him the Coke bottle and said, “You can exchange it for something of equal value.”

The strong man pointed the gun at her, “Maybe I will kill you first and then get this thing.”

Being pointed at a gun, even though she knew that Batman and Blast were in the building behind her, and even Catherine had set up a sniper rifle and would shoot to save her if the other party made any movement, she was still a little nervous.

“It’s not wise to waste the only bullet you have on buying a spilled soda, and I’m sure you wouldn’t do that.”

Vi tried her best not to show any flaws.

“Do you have more Zetti-Cola?”

The soldier hesitated, put down his gun, and asked Wei.

“Of course, but it’s not mine. I picked up a box of Zetti-Cola, which is hidden in a tunnel not far away, at the entrance of Tunnel No. 9. If you want this box of Coke, you can exchange it in the tunnel in the morning.”

Wei said to the other party according to the discussed plan.