American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 99 Intertwined Lines

As the setting sun hung high in the sky above Gotham City, it bathed the skyscrapers in a golden hue.

"Afu, report the situation!"

The roaring Batmobile carried a man dressed in a black bat costume as it sped through the streets and alleys of Gotham City.

Afu's voice came through the headset.

The old man stood in front of a monitor in the underground cave.

On the assassin's blue screen, countless displays occasionally burst with a patch of snow-white mosaic, indicating that they had been forcibly destroyed.

"I regret to inform you, Mr. Bruce, that they have already begun their operation."

Afu was somewhat surprised by the speed at which the Assassin's Guild acted.

It is efficient and simple, like a well-organized engine with each component working in an orderly manner.

Have you found any trace of them?

"Based on the pattern of camera disconnections."

Afu observed the screen and concluded: "They are advancing from four directions of the city, and if they maintain this pace, their target will be the council hall in the city center, where Mayor Mark works."

"I see."

A serious expression appeared on Batman's face.

He had received systematic training and learning in the Assassin's Guild.

Batman needs to understand the workings of the League of Assassins.

When they want to invade a city, they dismantle it from the inside like termites.

The plan is to assassinate key political figures and government departments that control the city, thereby paralyzing the city and its security, and then successfully destroying the city.

Batman twisted the handlebars, and the Batmobile roared, shooting blue flames from the motorcycle's tailpipe as it carried him toward the city center.

The original site of Wayne Tower.

This ancient clock tower, which was originally built in 1880, was constructed under the supervision of Alan Wayne.

The building has a total of 12 stone statues of dripping beasts, each gazing at a major thoroughfare leading in and out of the city.

The five gargoyle statues on the first level gaze upon Gotham's earliest gateways, three bridges, and two tunnels.

Cars come and go on the bridge.

Chaotic Gotham is like a glamorous, seductive actress, attracting scum from all over the world and bringing many unspeakable shady businesses to the city.

"Buzz~"

A heavy-duty truck slowly drove toward the Gotham Bridge.

If Gino were here, he would surely be able to see through the metal box an exaggeratedly shaped metal missile, as well as the assassins guarding this dirty bomb.

The assassins, in pairs, kept watch on the scene reflected in the glass outside the box.

A black motorcycle sped past the window. The assassins exchanged glances and immediately pressed their earpieces to communicate: "Boss, we've spotted Batman. He's on a motorcycle and seems to be heading towards the city center."

In the sewers beneath the city council hall, Lei Xiaogu hung up the communication and glanced at his subordinates.

They lowered their heads, turned and left the tunnel, intending to set up a trap to stop the masked man.

Lei Xiaogu stared at a cement wall, a devilish smile spreading across his gaunt face.

"Batman? What a stupid name."

He tightened his grip on the samurai sword behind him and pressed the button on his headset: "Ignore him, I'll handle Batman."

He was quite curious about the true strength of Batman, who had risen to fame in Gotham.

The wind whipped past the sides of his mask, billowing his black cape. Batman stared ahead, maneuvering his motorcycle through a narrow alley to reach the council chamber. He had to protect the city; it was his mission.

The rays of the setting sun swept across the building and then into the alley.

The slightly glaring light made Batman squint.

However, the angle of light refraction allowed his eyes to catch something unusual.

On the locomotive's inevitable route, a sharp steel cable, gleaming with a cold light, lies taut, waiting for a destined person.

Batman recognizes this thing.

The deadly weapon frequently used by the Assassin Brotherhood.

When someone rushes past at extremely high speed, the sharp steel wire will become a deadly blade, cutting and slicing their body to pieces.

Without hesitation, Bruce slammed on the brakes and planted one foot on the ground. Using the motorcycle's momentum, he kicked the fuel tank with his other leg and then smoothly slid into a pile of garbage in the corner of the alley.

The out-of-control motorcycle crashed violently into the steel wire.

The vehicle was cut apart with sharp wires made of an unknown type of steel.

"boom!"

The high-performance motorcycle, costing tens of millions of dollars, exploded with a roar, sending up a scorching wave that illuminated the dimly lit alley.

"Whoosh!"

At the instant the vehicle exploded and burst into flames, several assassins hidden in the darkness launched their attacks simultaneously.

Four sharp samurai swords pierced Batman's body from four directions.

"Sizzle~"

The moment the blade slashed through his uniform, Batman retaliated in kind.

"Bang!"

With a strong, powerful arm, he grabbed a ninja's wrist and flung him away, while shifting his body backward to avoid the blade piercing his chest.

He raised his left leg and kicked an assassin in the chin, knocking him unconscious. Then he dodged another fierce attack by turning to the side.

"!" Batman grunted, and as he rolled on the ground, he flicked his wrist and launched several batarangs.

"Clang! Clang!" The two assassins swung their samurai swords and flicked away the darts, the blades colliding and sparks flying.

Meanwhile, the assassin who had been flung away earlier staggered to his feet and charged at Batman again, sword in hand.

The man noticed the blade aimed at his chest. He took two steps back, planted his right foot on the wall, and at the moment the blade struck, he suddenly exerted force, performing an incredible backflip and striking the assassin's neck with his elbow in mid-air.

"Another one!"

Batman landed on his feet, picked up a scattered katana, and turned the blade towards himself.

The two warriors exchanged a glance, then simultaneously charged at Batman.

"Bang! Bang!"

Batman smashed the blade into the two assassins, knocking them unconscious, and then dropped the blade.

His exceptional reaction time and execution skills allowed him to easily resolve the crisis.

But the corners of his mouth, visible beneath the mask, were slightly twitched downwards, giving him an unhappy expression.

Batman was in a bad mood.

The fact that the Assassin's Guild was able to send people to ambush him means they had already discovered him.

Simply put, it means you've exposed yourself.

"I have to move."

As a master strategist, Batman knew he had to shift his position to avoid being drained of his energy by the constant stream of low-level assassins.

His sharp eyes, hidden beneath the bat mask, swept over the manhole cover by the roadside. He sighed, thinking to himself that his cloak was going to get dirty again.

That's not good. I remember last time Afu nagged me for a long time about it.

Moreover, the smell in the underground passage was also unpleasant.

But for the sake of the plan, Batman still lifted the manhole cover and jumped into the tunnel.

Shortly after the masked knight of Gotham left, the hunched-over Rashomon also appeared in the alley.

The man tugged at his green cloak, looking at the unconscious assassin lying on the ground.

He picked up the batarang from the ground, then looked at the footprints that stretched from the muddy alley to the sewers, and his smile grew even wider.

What a coincidence! He had just climbed out of the sewer at the other end when the other person jumped into the sewer.

(End of this chapter)