Chapter 6 It's Not a Matter of Strength

  In the suburbs of Gotham, deep underground, it's two o'clock in the morning.

Batman watched the interview on the huge monitor and frowned slightly.

At this time, he had taken off his helmet, revealing a handsome but firmly-lined young face with a vicissitude that seemed not to belong to his age.

Bruce Wayne, the son of Gotham, has wealth that rivals a country, but no one knows that he is actually a masked vigilante who can climb walls and fly over rooftops.

It can only be said that the interests of rich people are all kinds of strange. Some like to play with cars, some like to play with watches, some like to play golf, some like to learn foreign languages, and some like to travel and climb mountains. So it doesn't seem outrageous that a rich kid likes to go out in the middle of the night with a pair of cat ears and beat up children.

And this is the Bat Cave.

The natural cave at the bottom of Wayne Manor existed when Bruce was a child and was occupied by bats as their nest. Although there are not as many airplanes, cannons and fancy chariots as in the later period, it has been transformed by him into a preliminary prototype of the Bat Cave.

Alfred, the butler, dressed in a black suit and bow tie, climbed down a ladder hanging from a steep wall, holding a plate covered with a silver lid steadily in his hand as he climbed the ladder.

After landing, he straightened his collar and walked forward, saying expressionlessly, "Don't worry, young master. My old bones can handle this slippery ladder. Even carrying a dinner plate is not a problem for me. I don't need any help at all."

Bruce was still staring at his computer without looking back: "I'm already planning to install a staircase, and the secret door will lead directly to the study in the future."

Alfred walked over to him. The screen showed the brief, blurry video recorded by the built-in camera of Batman's suit.

He was studying over and over again the scene where the mysterious man shot the bat monster into ashes with one shot.

"Very impressive." Alfred placed the silver plate on the table. "It looks like some kind of cutting-edge technology."

"There is no known individual weapon with such power, at least not that I know of at this stage." Bruce said, "The Batcomputer analyzed the energy data of that shot.

The light impact carries a temperature of over 100,000 degrees."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "That's pretty hot."

In fact, this is because Mr. Shen is limited by the materials and technology and the degree of restoration of the light energy cannon is limited. In fact, according to the standard setting of the Speisium light, a high temperature of 500,000 degrees is considered to meet the standard.

"That's not the point. Temperature is just a byproduct. What really makes that beam impact method deadly is something else. Its energy output method is completely unknown in the known scientific field, and more importantly, the spectrum analysis found some unknown elements contained in it.

Some substances that do not exist on Earth."

Bruce said in a deep voice.

"But I believe that substance is the main factor that makes it so horrifically destructive."

"Uh you mean, aliens, sir?" Alfred said.

"Or at least, alien technology. Also, we can't rule out the possibility of aliens. Look here."

Bruce cuts to the end.

When the dust settled and the beam of light went down, when we looked towards the man in black who fired the shot, he had disappeared.

".I don't understand. Where did he go?" Alfred asked.

"Super speed, so fast that it cannot be observed by human eyes." Bruce said, "He has powerful technology and extraordinary abilities. It is very likely that he is an alien.

We know nothing about his identity, background, strength, or skills. He is a highly dangerous target."

"Need I remind you, young master? This 'highly dangerous individual' just saved your life." Alfred said.

"In terms of the results, yes. But it may not be intentional. Maybe he was just hunting, and his target was the thing that attacked me."

"It's a pity that you didn't inherit the optimism from your Wayne ancestors," said Alfred.

"I call this preparing for a rainy day. This is something completely unknown to humans, Alfred, and we always have to be prepared for any unexpected situation."

Bruce said as he stood up and put his helmet back on.

"Going out, sir?" Alfred gestured to the plate he had just put down. "Would you like to eat something before you go?"

"Wait a minute. The investigation before this operation was insufficient. I was careless and failed to make preparations. Maroni is obviously related to the abnormal creature that attacked me, which makes him more dangerous than expected. I must find out as soon as possible."

"That's a pity."

Alfred lifted the silver lid from the plate expressionlessly.

There was nothing inside except an empty plate.

"I prepared this dinner for you, but now it's all wasted."

Bruce: "."

Alfred held the lid and shrugged: "Anyway, I knew you wouldn't eat it."

".When I come back, you can make whatever you want for breakfast tomorrow morning." Bruce's voice slowed down a little, sounding apologetic.

"That's not necessary."

Alfred picked up the plate again and walked towards the ladder on the wall.

"I'll be relieved that your breakfast tomorrow won't be an IV, Master."

Elsewhere, in the dark space.

A shadow was moving through the shadows like a swimming fish, rapidly approaching. It went all the way to the depths of the shadows, spreading out from the ground like a cloud of mist, condensing into a vague entity.

"The demon Kress is dead." It said in a vague and strange voice.

The sound echoed in the dark space.

A moment later, the second cloud of fog appeared, falling from a height like a waterfall, and not far to one side, it also transformed into a tall, twisted, strange shadow.

"I have already said that the plan of collecting sacrifices from the evildoers hidden among humans is unreliable."

After a pause, it continued to ask.

"But what happened? Was it discovered by a wizard?"

"No, not a wizard. It's something else." The first shadow hesitated, as if it was a little difficult to describe. "It's a human, but it has some dangerous methods."

"Human?" The tall shadow immediately showed his disdain. "Anyone who dares to block our path and prevent our master from resurrecting will die."

The black shadow looked at it with a very strange look in his eyes.

"You didn't see the guy," it said. "If you had seen him fire, you wouldn't be asking such a stupid question."

"Very strong?" The tall shadow was suspicious.

"It's not a question of whether he's strong or not. He's really special."

The shadow pondered his words.

"Let's put it this way. You didn't see that guy," it said. "I'm sure if I had taken action at that time, I would have died."

"."

The tall shadow hesitated for a moment.

"Forget it. I've thought about it again. Our current plan doesn't allow for that kind of free time. Let's ignore him for now and focus on the seal."

The shadow nodded repeatedly: "That's exactly what I thought."

"Now the power of wizards is unprecedentedly weak, and they are no longer able to hinder our actions. The seal will soon be lifted, and the day of return is approaching. Wait until that lord returns to the world."

The tall shadow's voice suddenly rose in pitch.

".This world will be ours!"