American comics: Because I am Batman

"You can recognize Batman in such a blurry photo?"

The tall young man looked at the dark pictures in the newspaper and asked the thin old man.

"Nonsense, of course you can't recognize it!"

The old man pushed up his round glasses and looked at the young man with disdain: "You have to see where this report comes from, this is a report from Planet Daily.

If there's anything I can trust in New York City besides your dad and me, it's this newspaper! "

"Can newspapers be trusted?"

The young man almost laughed out loud as if he had heard a funny joke.

"Ha! Look at you! You are still too young!" The old man took back the newspaper from the young man's hand and said proudly: "When everyone around you is lying, an honest person suddenly pops up. , you will know how precious this person is."

"Dad, you don't like to read the great truths mentioned in this newspaper, do you? Reading too much of those things will make you stupid!"

The young man came to the window with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, before the old man could refute, he exclaimed.

"Wow! Dad! Dad! Come and see!"

"What is this! What is all this fuss about!"

The old man walked slowly to the window, looked down, and exclaimed along with the young man.

"Wow! It turns out it's real! It really exists!"

"Hey! Dad, where's my phone! I have to take a photo!"

"Don't be so frizzy, it's up to daddy!"

The old man took out a camera directly from his pocket and looked at the young man very proudly. As if to say: You are still too young.

So what happened downstairs?

"Um, Batman? Why did you hit this guy? Is he some kind of criminal?"

Jessica asked as she approached him while filming Batman with her cell phone.

"His name is Purple Man. He has some superpowers, which are specifically manifested as controlling a person." Batman said, pointing to the man lying on the ground who was constantly vomiting blood: "To be precise, he will release a virus that invades people." brain to control others through language.”

"Now that I've destroyed his throat, from now on, even if he can still release the virus, he won't be able to control others."

After saying that, before Jessica could continue to ask questions, Batman shot out the bat hook and flew into the sky.

"Hey, Dad, does that Batman have any special abilities?"

The old man and the young man who were still at the window looked up at the top of the alley. After realizing that Batman had disappeared without a trace, the young man swallowed and asked the old man.

"No, if there is, Dad, I will definitely be able to tell!"

"So, Batman is just an ordinary guy wearing a bat suit?"

The young man looked at the old man in shock.

However, the old man had obviously seen strong winds and waves and had rich life experience. He quickly recovered from his surprise and slowly walked to the table where the Daily Planet had been put down.

"The Daily Planet didn't mention this..."

Jessica held up her phone blankly as she watched Batman leave. In fact, Daily Planet originally planned to assign a photographer to her, but she felt that no one could cooperate with her, so she didn't ask for one.

Now she feels a little regretful. If she could have a photographer, she would be able to take higher-definition photos of Batman now.

You must know that there has never been any news report in New York City that can obtain information so close to Batman!

"I am so silly!"

Jessica came back to her senses and hit her head with a smile, but when she looked down at the phone, her face changed on the spot.

"WHATTHEF..."

Batman appears on the roof of the New York City Police Department after taking out the Purple Man.

"George, what do you know about the Continental Hotel?"

"Huh? What hotel?" Not long after turning on the Batlight, George Stacey, who was still drinking coffee, was startled by Batman's sudden words: "Hey, let's not talk about it for now, Batman, there is something I have to do. I want to tell you.

I originally sent the child you brought to me a few days ago to the home of one of his uncles, but today his uncle reported him to the police and said he ran away. "

"It doesn't matter, I will get him back."

Batman showed no emotion, as if he heard that Old Tom's house next door lost his dog. If he wasn't familiar with his style, George would have doubted whether this guy was inhumane.

"George, tell me, do you know about the Continental Hotel?"

"I heard it from some criminals. I heard it is a very powerful killer organization!"

George recalled some of the criminals he had interrogated before, and said solemnly: "Speaking of the guys you helped us catch last night, who robbed the Greek ambassador and his daughter, there seemed to be people affiliated with the Continental Hotel. "

"You just know."

Batman nodded: "George, how many police forces can you deploy now?"

After hearing Batman's words, George immediately thought that he was going to attack the Continental Hotel.

Of course, he was jealous of evil and could not allow such a killer organization to exist under his nose. He excitedly said to Batman: "As long as you want, I can mobilize the entire city's police force!"

"Then let's do it!"

Nodding vigorously, George immediately took out the walkie-talkie: "Attention all units, attention at all units, we..."

At this moment, he suddenly thought of something and quickly turned his head to see where Batman was.

Well, this guy is gone again.

The headquarters of the Continental Hotel is located on Manhattan Island, in the center of New York City. It is located in a bustling downtown area and has a magnificent appearance. However, no one could have imagined that this hotel would be the headquarters of a killer organization.

"There is a monitor outside the hotel wall every four floors. I can't just break the glass and get in."

On a tall building opposite the Continental Hotel, Batman was using the white eyes on his mask to observe the situation outside the Continental Hotel.

"But on the exterior wall of the hotel, there are some vents, and I'm big enough to get in. But at the same time, I still have to face the monitor... I need a jammer."

Just as he said, Batman took out a telescopic rifle-like equipment from his waistband and fired a round at his target's monitor.

Then he shot out the bat hook, and the other end of the rope was firmly nailed to the outer wall of the Continental Hotel. He imitated Spider-Man swinging the spider's web and swung into the ventilation pipe.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, as if he had done similar things thousands of times.

There were bursts of hot air coming out of the pipe, and it was also extremely dirty. It was covered with all kinds of dust, and the space was extremely small and dark. If you were a claustrophobic patient, you would probably be arrested on the spot. Were you so scared that you fainted?

Fortunately, Batman has a strong psychological quality.

He is very tolerant.

"According to the intelligence, the current person in charge of the Continental Hotel, Winston, will enter his office at twelve o'clock and have a meeting with his killers. The meeting will last about half an hour."

When he arrived at his target floor, Batman was lying in the vent, looking at the waiters walking around below, thinking about the internal structure diagram of the Continental Hotel in his mind.

Because he knew there was a device inside the Continental Hotel that could eavesdrop on communications, Batman didn't let Feng help this time.

Without real-time monitoring of the wind, he could only rely on himself to improvise.

Fortunately, he has enough backup plans.

"According to the staffing arrangement within the Continental Hotel, the strongest killer currently staying at the Continental Hotel should be Marcus. He will not have a meeting with Winston."

"While Winston is in a meeting, he will patrol the interior of the hotel with 14 other killers. His patrol route is very fixed...Humph, are all killers so meticulous?"

"There is still half an hour until 12 o'clock, which means I have to find out the locations of all the killers within half an hour, and then kill them all within half an hour of Winston's meeting."

"Then go into the office where they're meeting and take out all of them with Fear Knockout."

A very simple plan, as simple as stuffing an elephant into a refrigerator.

After all, what Batman has to deal with now are professional killers, not street gangsters, not that...

Batman suddenly opened the vent, and before the killer in a suit and tie below who had just walked here could react, he shot out the Bat Hook.

"Well!"

Faced with the sudden attack, the killer was stunned for a moment, but he was also a professional after all, so he subconsciously took out the pistol from his pocket.

But it was useless, a killer just disappeared inside the Continental Hotel.

In the toilet, after taking off his gauntlet, Wayne, disguised as the tall black-haired man from before, tightened his tie in front of the mirror.

"The plan changed. I eliminated one killer ahead of time, and now I only have to deal with 13."

"The killer's name is David. According to the information, his patrol route should start from the fifth floor to the eighth floor, and then back to the fifth floor. Each time it takes 12 minutes."

"It's 11:42 now, and this is the eighth floor. That means I should take 12 minutes to return to the fifth floor. By then it will be 11:54."

Walking up the stairs, Wayne silently planned in his mind.

"There are still six minutes until 12 o'clock, and the meeting location is on the twelfth floor. By then, all the killers will be patrolling between the eighth and twelfth floors."

"This guy named David is no exception, and the time he returns to the eighth floor will be 12:6."

"In that case, there's enough time!"

Sure enough, for Batman.