I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 203 Bat Tribe, Prophet of Wisdom Truman
"Tabitha—"

Galavan turned his head and saw that his sister had picked up the detonator, and smiled and waved to him.

"The crisis is over," she said.

Galavan looked at Jerome again, although he was dying, he was still smiling.

"Ho ho ho"

"Tabitha, be careful, climb down!"

Galavan's sense of crisis grew stronger, and he shouted at his sister.

"what--"

"Boom boom boom boom—BOOOOM!"

The pigeon bomb on the table was still pecking at the dinner plate, and the explosion came from downstairs, or under the floor.

There seemed to be a volcanic eruption in the hall, the floor shattered, flames shot up into the sky, and the guests wailed. The TV signal was interrupted.

"Ha, cough, cough, ha ha ha!"

Galavan was also blown away by the shock wave, Jerome struggled to get up and laughed excitedly.

Well, the explosion avoided the stage area.

Although it was also affected, at least he didn't sit on the explosives directly.

"Mr. Galavan, you have disappointed me so much."

In the sky full of flames, Jerome's swaying figure was a little distorted.

Like dancing.

"Since you know that I guessed your plan, you still focus on the original script.

Hahaha, I have already written my own new plot!

This time, I am the screenwriter, the director, and the protagonist! "

"You madman, do you know what you did?"

Looking at the devastated hall with countless casualties, Galavan was full of remorse.

Perhaps, this lunatic should not have been brought out in the first place!
Blowing up so many big bosses at once, the consequences
"As the penguin said, before me, I had no thought, no purpose, and really didn't know what I was doing.

But now, I know.

I want to retrace the path of the witch, I want to overthrow Gotham!
I should also thank you, without your secret help, I would never have been able to transport the explosives into the hotel, hahaha"

Jerome laughed and rushed to the item box of the "Cut in Half" magic.

Pushing open the box, there was actually a passage as thick as a washbasin underneath. He waved to Galavan who was struggling in the flames, jumped into it.

Then, a more violent explosion sounded.
The world's number one fighting arena.

In the charity banquet hall, after the reporter carrying the video camera was killed, they changed the channel.

Looking at the burning building on the screen, Ivy and the kitten were dumbfounded.

With an inexplicable smile on his face, Harry slapped his hands lightly, "This Jerome does have a trick."

Did not let her down!
In the middle of the night, Ah Fu called and thanked him sincerely: "Thank you for allowing me and the young master to pretend to be hurt.

It's too miserable, those guests, not one out of ten, almost every house on the Upper East Side is a white man, and everyone is bereaved.

If the young master is allowed to go, I'm afraid he will end up in the same fate as them.

But if he refuses to negotiate with Jerome, and fails to give a proper reason, now that so many people have been killed and injured, Wayne may be secretly hated by the victim's family. "

"Did Bruce wake up, did he make a fuss?" Harry asked.

Ah Fu smiled bitterly: "What's the trouble, he's not stupid.

Judging from this result, Jerome never thought of letting the guests leave.

He is a pure lunatic with no reason to speak of.

No matter whether the young master goes or not, the result will not change in any way.

Oh, there is a change, killing the sole heir of the Wayne Group, that pervert may feel more fulfilling. "

"What is he doing?" Harry asked curiously.

"He was staring at the ceiling in a daze, not saying a word, just in a daze. How about you talk to him?" Ah Fu asked expectantly.

He felt that the young master was not in the right state, so he called Harry.

Regardless of whether Harry agreed or not, he put the phone directly to Bruce's ear.

"If I went to see Jerome at that time, would it really be impossible to change the result?" Bruce spoke first.

"Yes, as long as you are smarter and stronger than Jerome, not only can you completely guess his thoughts, but also make him unable to guess your abilities and thinking, you can defeat him." Harry said.

"I can't do it now?" Bruce murmured.

"Think about it for yourself, what else can you do other than being teased by Jerome? Or, if you think you are the Prince of Gotham, he will be bluffed by you and dare not kill him?" Harry joked.

Bruce was silent.

"Instead of caring about others, it's better to protect yourself. Bruce, you're being watched, don't you know?" Harry said meaningfully.

"What do you mean by being watched by someone?" Ah Fu asked anxiously from the side.

"Theo Galavan survived the blast."

These words were a bit out of the question, and the two people on the opposite side looked confused.

"Bruce, he will find an excuse to approach you soon. Remember my words, and be on guard like a 'bird'." Harry smiled lightly.

The bird is an owl.

"What do you know?" Bruce asked suspiciously.

"I just know that he is not a good person and wants to get something from you."

After ending Bruce's call, Harry's expression changed slightly, and he sent a text message to Jim Gordon: Come quickly, there is something important.

He didn't come quickly, but immediately dialed the phone to ask why.

"Xiao Lai's lung was pierced by a steel bar, and I am currently guarding in the hospital."

Dr. Leslie was a blessing in disguise. He was kicked to the corner of the stage by Jerome, and he held his breath. He was not directly hit by the bomb.

"You can continue to watch during the day tomorrow. There is an important matter tonight, so don't delay it." Harry said solemnly.

Although Gordon was puzzled, he left his sleeping girlfriend and drove to the fighting arena.

Harry didn't talk nonsense, and directly handed him the devil horn and a piece of paper to print the spell.

"Those dignitaries who died tonight, no matter men, women, old or young, try it again."

Gordon was stunned for a while, and said in surprise: "You asked me to use black magic to summon their undead? Why?"

"Find out who the owl is," said Harry.

Gordon thought for a while before reacting.

"You want to confirm who is the member of the owl court by whether the soul is in hell? But what if they go to heaven?"

Harry said indifferently: "Pick out the person whose soul has disappeared, and then study his life story. Whether he is a good person, or whether he is a believer of another sect, you can find out at once."

Gordon frowned and said, "Are you sure that every member of the Owl Court believes in mysterious gods?

The court is made up of Gotham's elite.

A social elite is not the same as an owl's talons.

Claws can be washed and brainwashed, but elites have established mature values ​​and beliefs early. "

"It's not too stupid for you to think of these." Harry smiled strangely, "However, are members who don't even believe in the 'Owl God' count as core members?"

Gordon nodded suddenly, but still didn't touch the devil's horn.

"I don't know black magic,"

"It's very simple, just insert the devil's horn into your mouth and recite the spell." Harry said.

"I-I don't want to be a black mage," Gordon flinched.

"It's a good idea, return the devil's horn to me tomorrow, and you're still a Muggle."

Instead, it may be soaked in the magic of hell, and then stained with some "dirty things".
Gordon choked and asked, "Why don't you go by yourself?"

"I'm already the Godfather of Gotham, so of course I have to leave some trivial matters to my subordinates." Harry said casually.

"I'm not your subordinate." Gordon said with a stiff neck.

"Then are you going? After tonight, the victim's family may ask for the body back."

Gordon looked hesitant.

He also wanted to find out the secrets of the court, but he was resistant to black magic.

"Once you're born and you're acquainted, in the future you can ask me to borrow the devil's horn when you come across cases like 'Murder in a Secret Room'.

Maybe a few years later, you will be promoted and raise your salary, and become the number one detective in Gotham. "Harry laughed.

"Will there be sequelae?" He was moved.

It's not for the promotion and salary increase, but for repeatedly solving strange cases and punishing crimes.

Harry squinted at Andy, the hanged ghost, and said calmly, "Look at me, aren't you alright?"

Gordon leaves with devil horns and a spell.

Before leaving, Harry told him to be careful of Galavan.

"I suspect that he is behind the scenes, and even intends to plot Wayne."

At three o'clock in the morning, Washington, a detached villa in the western suburbs.

The phone rang suddenly in the bedroom, followed by a middle-aged woman's complaint.

The desk lamp was turned on, and Lieutenant Colonel Daniel Truman endured sleepiness and picked up the phone.

"Daniel, your father is dead."

"How did you die?"

He woke up in an instant, took the phone, and went to the more private study on the side.

"Dead at the hands of a madman. To know the details, watch the Gotham news tomorrow morning. Now, do you understand why I made this call?"

"For this moment, I have prepared for 35 years." Truman said solemnly.

"Very well, you can manage the funeral with peace of mind these few days. We will find a way to transfer you back to Gotham, and inherit your father's position and power in court."

"About what position?" Truman asked hesitantly.

"The State Taxation Bureau, the deputy director of the Armed Inspection Department, has a lot of power, but it is not so conspicuous."

Truman nodded in satisfaction, and asked again: "Should I take the initiative to contact the court, or let them find me?"

"Of course let them look for you." The man's voice became harsh for the first time, "At this time in Gotham, no one else is a real owl except you.

A court of owls nests in someone else's house.

You, as our representatives, make your nest in the courtroom. "

"I understand the need to keep my identity secret. However, how can I influence their policies as an 'ordinary member'?" Truman said.

"With your illustrious family and the power in your hands, you can gain the attention of the members; use your wisdom and skills to manipulate them secretly.

Just like your great-grandfather did.
Pushing his followers to the presidency was Thomas Wayne's greatest achievement and pride in his life.

He thought he held Gotham in the palm of his hand, and even controlled America and the world through your grandfather.

Indeed, many White House policies that affected the world structure back then came from his secret instructions.

It's a pity that such a proud son of heaven still doesn't know that he is a marionette. "

Thinking of the achievements of his great-grandfather, Daniel Truman's blood surged immediately, his chest was full of pride and passion.

"Master Patriarch, don't worry, I will live up to my mission!" He said in a deep voice.

"Hehe, Daniel, I believe in the 'Wisdom Prophet Truman'. You are not a prophet yet, go to Barbatos to seek the wisdom of your ancestors." The patriarch said meaningfully.

"The wisdom of the ancestors." Truman's eyes were fiery, "Start now, can you?"

"of course."

After hanging up the phone, Truman's cheeks flushed with excitement.

I went to the kitchen and drank half a bottle of ice water before calming down.

Go into the basement and take out a pineapple-sized transparent crystal ball from the innermost box.

He sat cross-legged in the middle of the basement, holding the crystal ball up and down with his hands.

"The great master of darkness, Barbatos, I am a descendant of the Bat Tribe, the heir of the Truman family, please grant me the wisdom of my ancestors!"

A plume of black smoke travels across the multiverse and into the pure crystal ball.

In a blink of an eye, the black smoke swelled into a phantom of the Demon God, a black western dragon that looked like a bat.

Lord of the Dark Multiverse, Barbatos!

(End of this chapter)