Krypton maintenance worker

"Help—"
Barry, unable to move, felt scared for the first time in his life. He had never been afraid even when he encountered a powerful and difficult enemy before. This time he really felt the taste of fear.

Falling in love with a woman does not mean liking to be fucked by others, but the body is tied up, no matter how hard you struggle, it will be useless, and you can only shout for help in despair.

"You scream, it's useless to break your throat, this is our territory, hahahaha." The bald head laughed loudly.

After talking and walking behind Barry, Barry only felt his ass go cold, and he was even more frightened. I would rather die than lose my integrity. Who will save me.

"Hahahaha." Scar Boss laughed outright when he saw this. They regarded this as an entertainment project, and based their happiness on the pain of others.

The younger brothers around came over to watch the excitement, and at this moment, a younger brother suddenly pointed to the second floor in horror.

"Boss, that——, the Dark Knight."

"What?" "Wow?" "Nani?" A group of people uttered different national languages, and then looked in the direction the younger brother pointed, only to see a black figure standing quietly on the guardrail on the second floor, with a gorgeous black body all over his body. Air armor, but also has a sense of modern technology.

He holds a knight sword in his hand. Unlike Louis, Bruce Jr. wears a scabbard, because the blade is too smooth and too bright. Isn't it telling others where you are when sneaking into the enemy with such a bright sword?

But I don't know why, the knight showed a chin, so that people can tell that this person is definitely a teenager.

"Kill him to death—" The boss with the scarred face was full of anger. Of course, he couldn't be a kind person who has been working hard in Gotham for so many years. All his subordinates took out pistols from their arms one after another.

However, just as they were about to start, the surrounding lights suddenly went out, and all the gangsters could only fire in his original direction. After a burst of popcorn crackling, they finally stopped.

In the dark, Scar boss shouted
"Brother, go and turn on the light."

"Okay, okay boss." Ni Ge carefully found the electric box and opened the switch.

After opening it, it was found that there was no one on the guardrail on the second floor, and it was full of bullet holes.

"Boss, he won't run away." A younger brother asked.

"Take a look to see if we have fewer people." The scar boss thought for a while, it should be impossible for the other party to run away. Is the reason why the lights are darkened to defeat them one by one?

"Boss, we have a lot of people, but the boy we captured is gone."

It was only then that Scar realized that there was another kid caught from outside.

"Then you don't go out and look for them, they must not be far from here, trash, let me go out in groups of three to look for them, if you find them, you can catch them as soon as you can, and if you can't catch them, kill them, here—" the boss of Scar roared angrily road.

Outside the warehouse, Bruce Jr. took Barry to a small downstairs with a few jumps, shot a bat rope hook, and brought Barry to the top of the building at once. [Louis: Ahem, I deliberately didn’t add a flight system to his armor, the young man still needs training]
"Are you okay, this is safer, you stay here, I don't have time to protect you in the next battle, don't blame me for running around and getting hurt," Bruce said.

Bruce consulted Alfred for many principles of life. It can be said that Bruce’s outlook on life and morality began to take shape under Alfred’s teaching. Of course, a small part was influenced by his own BOOS. Louis' influence.
"Wait, Bruce, uh, I mean Batman, no, no, Dark Knight, ah, sorry, I don't know what to call you." Barry said hurriedly when he saw that the other party was about to leave.

Just kidding, if I go somewhere to find someone this time, at least I have to have three meals a day with him.

"How do you know my name is Bruce? Who are you?" Little Bruce's eyes began to sharpen. He would never allow BOOS and Alfred to be in danger. This is the closest person in his life. better than him...

"Are you really Bruce? Wait, aren't you only one year old, didn't you die a few months ago? I'm Barry, Barry the Flash, I don't know how to explain it, I'm from a world decades later here."

Little Bruce made the other party a little unclear, so he took out a stun gun and shot Barry, which was developed by Louis with Kryptonian technology.

The gun uses steel balls instead of bullets, the kind you can buy casually on the street. The difference is that the steel balls will carry an electric shock when you shoot, ensuring that people will be stunned without killing people.

Barry foamed at the mouth from the shock, his eyes turned white, and he passed out again.

Hmph, whoever he is, he'll know when he's captured, there's a lie detector in the manor.

After doing all this, Bruce Jr. went to the warehouse of the gangsters again. These gangsters are the cancer of Gotham.

This time I didn’t cover it up any more, picked up the bat in my hand and clicked the gun, and went straight to work. I saw one and hit one, but I don’t know why my boss likes to add the bat logo to all his equipment...

"Here he is, shoot him."

Boom, boom——

After another sound of popcorn, all the gangsters fell down. Tonight, when they met Barry, the person who revealed his identity, little Bruce was in no mood to exercise his skills.

After a while, all the gang members were emptied, and Bruce Jr. walked into the warehouse and faced the gang leader Scar.

Scar was calm, and threw a suitcase directly, hitting the ground with banknotes all over the floor.

"As long as you let us go, these are yours, and every month from now on, you will get [-]% of the money from my gang."

Little Bruce looked at the money on the ground. Once upon a time, he was also like this, crazy about money, and even lost his life because of a 100-yuan dollar knife.

"Do you think money can buy everything? Can it buy the lives of those you killed?" Bruce Jr. sarcastically said.

"You don't want money, so go to hell—" Dao Scar suddenly changed his face, and took out a submachine gun that had been hidden for a long time from behind him.

Da da da---

One after another bullets hit Bruce Jr.'s chin, and Bruce Jr. expressed helplessness, "It's the chin again."

Why does everyone hit him on the chin every time he doesn't hit anywhere else? . . . .

After the bullets were finished, there were two clicks and two clicks from the submachine gun. The scarred boss' face was ashen, and the firearm was completely useless to the opponent, and he couldn't kill him.

"Please, let me go, I won't do any bad things in the future, I promise, I will leave the United States."

Bruce was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he drew the sword of the king directly. Tonight, other scumbags will be left to the police, executed or imprisoned, but this boss must be killed directly, which is what Alfred taught him, don't do all the work After that, the police will lose their jobs╭(╯ε╰)╮......