Chapter 78: Gotham Stage

　　In the late summer and early autumn, refreshing weather and a cool breeze in the heat have always been the main theme of this continent. Autumn brings the joy of harvest, and the caravans of the Evikin people add a fairy-tale color to the scenery.

　　Except Gotham.

　　In the gloomy and wet city, Gothic-style buildings stand out, and the dark color casts a shadow on everything here. This city is as silent and dark as her hero, but it has a brilliant soul in the darkness.

　　The fine autumn rain is as light as a body, just floating stickily in the air. You hardly notice its existence until it soaks your hair, wets all the cotton items in the apartment, and makes the wooden floor swell and soften.

　　"Luckily I didn't choose the three-day tour to Gotham," Jason muttered to the gray weather as he stood on the outskirts of Gotham, "otherwise Aunt May would have thought I was going to murder her beloved nephew."

　　The caravan went away with the sound of clanging. The Evikins will continue to look for traces of the past during their journey. Yinzhi optimistically appreciates the slightly gloomy beauty of Gotham, while Peter's intuition is like a spider that has been electrocuted.

　　"I have a bad feeling." He rubbed his arms covered with goose bumps and took out the camouflage contact lenses from his eyes. Now they were three blond strangers, wandering here just to find a boat that could go out to sea.

　　"This is Gotham." Jason said heavily. His past memories disappeared like the exercises the teacher taught in class, and facing Gotham was like encountering familiar questions in the examination room.

　　"Do you remember?" Peter asked, holding out the faint hope that there was at least one local among them.

　　"It's very vague. I only remember the impression this city left on me. It was chaotic and dangerous, but also beautiful and charming. I seemed to have done something to protect it, but now I can't remember it at all."

　　Jason shook his head. The price of coming back to life was just the loss of memory, which was already a great thing. It didn't even cause any mental confusion. He just felt a little nostalgic occasionally in the middle of the night, mourning his own death.

　　Of all the people I’ve lost, the one I miss the most is myself.

　　"Let's go, our journey is still ahead."

　　Yinzhi took the first step forward. He has always faithfully fulfilled his duty of paving the way forward for his companions, just as his belief in pure beauty has remained unchanged over the years.

　　"Jason, how are you going to get a boat?"

　　On the way, Peter suddenly thought of this crucial question: "Will Luo Fu also be able to solve this kind of thing?"

　　"No, if Luo Fu takes action, it will make too much noise." Jason rejected this point.

　　"Then go find your rich father?" After all, he is the young master of the Wayne family.

　　"That would put them in danger," Jason explained, "Don't worry, I have my own plan."

　　Peter walked in the desolate suburbs, passing by several suspicious potholes. This place was still sparsely populated, but the gloom of Gotham had spread. The air became more humid, and the howling of wild dogs could be heard from time to time in the messy weeds.

　　"Plans aside,"

　　Peter rubbed his arms again. His intuition told him that there was danger ahead, but it also told him that leaving here would lead to death.

　　"Are we just going to walk over there on our own two feet?"

　　Not to mention how the penniless trio entered the town without a penny, Gotham here is still not peaceful at all as usual.

　　Although the Joker is lost, chaos is still chaos, and the culprit behind this chaos is none other than Damian Wayne, the illegitimate son of the head of Gotham's first family, the Wayne family.

　　Tim has been in the Batcave for three days.

　　From the first second that little bastard who was the reincarnation of the devil entered the mansion, Tim's perfect and comfortable life came to an end. He could deal with face-to-face provocations and duels for the time being, but the assassinations that happened all the time were truly terrifying.

　　Whether it was the poison hidden in the coffee cup, the chandelier falling from the ceiling, or the dagger suddenly emerging from the cotton pillow, each item bounced on Tim's nerves again and again, but as Robin, he couldn't send the culprit to Arkham.

　　Originally, Tim could still cope with it for the time being, and even watched the father-son jokes between Bruce and his own son as a diversion, until Batman suddenly had a long-term space mission, and Dick temporarily took over as Batman.

　　That was the biggest fight Tim and Dick had ever had, because Dick decided to let Damian be his Robin, and what made Tim even more upset was that this seemed to be Bruce's tacit approval.

　　Tim, who had never been able to beat Dick, could only hide in the Batcave to protest. His fellow Titans expressed their helplessness in helping the Bat family with their private affairs, and Alfred had already exhausted all his energy just rebuilding the garden landscape and comforting Damian.

　　In such a desperate situation, Jason became the only person Tim could confide in. Although he could not remember anything after losing his memory and became a celestial dragon of Rofu, he had gained a lot in terms of lifespan and could just watch this farce from the other side of the river.

　　But all the surveillance cameras on Jason lost contact. Tim called Midtown High School and was told that Jason had gone on a three-day trip to Louvre with his classmates a day ago. Including the time for the round trip, he was not in New York for a full five days.

　　Tim had a bad feeling. A three-day trip to Luofu? Which noble high school project was this? How could an ordinary school like Zhongcheng High School have such strength? Someone must be fanning the flames.

　　And Jason happened to be the one who was most capable of arranging all of this.

　　He searched for everything that happened in New York, but the explosive news of the riots organized by mercenaries on the streets did not appear in any newspaper, and the underground news network was also silent about it. Tim could only find the answer from a certain audio platform.

　　“TikTok,” Tim looked at the short video app on his phone, “How can America survive without you?”

　　Putting aside the fact that Tik Tok, a software so powerful that it is out of control, broke through numerous information barriers and spread the truth, the horror behind this media silence is enough to send chills down one's spine.

　　Tim couldn't help but guess what role Jason played in this incident. In order to find out the truth, he even attacked the company's internal network. Although he didn't have the technology of Silver Wolf chosen by Elio, his hacking level still allowed him to find a piece of information.

　　Director Sha Jin of the Strategic Investment Department took two days of annual leave the day before yesterday and drove his caravan to attend a gathering of the Evikin clan. The fact that his caravan was traveling through New York seemed to have made the head of the Market Development Department very angry.

　　To be honest, it's a mystery and the clues are too fragmented to be effectively connected.

　　Tim lacked a crucial step, which prevented him from piecing together the truth. However, the unusual movement coming from the surveillance video brought him back to his senses. He saw Damian quietly leaving the manor alone with a long knife.

　　"What a troublesome guy." Tim rubbed his head irritably. Compared with Jason's matter, this little devil seemed insignificant.

　　"Forget it, just tell Ah Fu."

　　As for whether Alfu would tell Dick, he didn't care.

　　There was news from my mother.

　　Damian was hurrying in the middle of the night in Gotham. As the young master of the Assassin's League, he would not have met his biological father so soon. He would need at least a few more years of training to grow into an adult with an unshakable heart.

　　But a civil war broke out between his grandfather Regulus and his mother Talia. The ambitious demon daughter wanted to replace the old king, and as her heir and weak point, Damian was sent to Gotham for refuge.

　　The word "refuge" made Damian feel humiliated, so he was eager to prove himself, whether it was the provocation to Bruce as soon as they met, or the malice towards Tim. The appearance of Dick temporarily comforted him until the news of his mother came.

　　She needs someone who can be the key to success.

　　The long sword turned into a swimming fish in the rain in the middle of the night, and the black shadow flickered in the night. In just a few breaths, a small team followed behind him. They were neat and well-trained, and then dispersed after receiving the order.

　　The glittering silver branch rescued the damsel in distress.

　　"sixth."

　　Jason made this comment after stabbing the girl in the back.

　　"Are you willing to admit that the pure and beautiful star goddess Idrila is unparalleled in beauty?"

　　Yinzhi was still not surprised. He had seen countless monsters and demons when he traveled alone in the universe, and he could even see the girl's background at a glance. But that's how a knight is. Even if there is a trap ahead, he will not hesitate for the sake of morality.

　　"Get out, get out!" the girl roared ferociously. Her defense was not broken when her backstab attempt failed, but it was broken after she said this. It was obvious that she regarded the silver branch as some new specialty of Gotham.

　　Then Spider-Man tied the girl up tightly with spider silk and threw her to a nearby police station.

　　"The eighth one." Peter said so. This was the eighth person who was unwilling to admit Idrila's beauty. He felt really looked down upon.

　　"I'm sorry," Yinzhi said sincerely, then turned to look at Jason, "How is the plan going?"

　　"Everything is going on the right track. I have already found the address of Black Mask's lair. He has a smuggling line under his command, and it is equipped with complete navigation facilities, which is enough for us to row to the Pacific Ocean."

　　Jason knocked out the thug in front of him and clapped his hands.

　　"Pacific Ocean? Not Rover?" Peter was surprised.

　　"Once we reach the Pacific Ocean, it will be far enough for Luofu to rescue us."

　　It’s just that there’s such a big mess in New York, I don’t know how things are going over at Danheng.

　　Dan Heng shot down the broken sword that was flying towards him. The broken sword spun in the air and flew back into a bandaged hand.

　　"Leave here, I will show no mercy."

　　He stood coldly on the top of Stark Tower, pointing his Cloud-Strike Sword at Blade's heart.

　　"Hahahaha, Yinyue, do you think that by continuing to work for Luofu, you can atone for all the things you have done?"

　　The man laughed. The rooftop was shattered by the sword and gun shadows and was in danger of falling at any time. The staff in the building had already been evacuated, leaving Dan Heng alone on the rooftop to confront him.

　　"This is none of your business." Dan Heng's expression remained unchanged. He had heard these words thousands of times and this kind of confrontation had happened countless times, but it was obviously to no avail.

　　He wanted to report everything that happened to Luofu, but all the messages failed to be sent. It was obviously the work of Silver Wolf, who was also a star core hunter. Only she had the ability to intercept Luofu's jade sign.

　　"Then continue to fight until one of us is completely dead."

　　Blade held the broken sword and continued the thousand fruitless battles.

　　"Madman." Dan Heng cursed inwardly and used Jiyun to block his attack. At least he delayed the blade. Hopefully Jason could leave safely.

　　Black Mask's lair is full of traps.

　　This was originally an infallible fortress. Even Batman would not choose to confront it head-on. A kryptonite gift package was also prepared for Superman, which was as luxurious as Kingpin's.

　　His failure is comparable to that of Kingpin.

　　"Defend the beauty in the galaxy!"

　　The player frantically pressed the ultimate skill, Sbarasi, and the boss with a bunch of mobs was the easiest to kill. The only thing was that the machine gun here was a bit annoying. Although it couldn't break the shield, the noise was too loud, making it difficult for him to hear his teammates' words.

　　Thinking of this, the player pricked up his ears, but all he heard was the sound of clattering and the shouts of the soldiers. Forget it, just keep on brushing.

　　Jason and Peter sneak into Black Mask's office.

　　The battle plan was simple. Silver Branch appeared and attracted all firepower. Then he and Peter made a surprise attack from behind. They would capture the leader first and then take the smuggling route map from Black Mask after defeating him.

　　"Hello, is anyone there?"

　　Peter somersaulted across the empty office.

　　"Unusually, Black Mask is not here."

　　Jason looked around, but he didn't have time to think about why. Silver Branch's surprise attack would inevitably expose his identity. Before the forces secretly chasing them could react, they had to find a ship that could go out to sea.

　　He opened Black Mask's desk and threw out the documents inside. A small box attached to the side of the desk hole caught his attention, but just as he was about to reach out his hand -

　　"careful!"

　　Peter suddenly shot out a spider silk, knocking the desk away and sticking it to the floor-to-ceiling window.

　　"boom!"

　　The violent explosion blew a hole in the window, and cold wind poured in, along with a group of assassins in black.

　　"Are you looking for him, Todd?"

　　A secret door opened and a voice suddenly came from behind. Damian looked at Jason and Peter with contempt. He picked up Black Mask's clothes with a samurai sword, and Black Mask, with his hands and feet tied tightly, appeared in front of everyone.

　　"You are such a useless coward. No wonder your father didn't choose you."

　　"who are you?"

　　Jason's face was full of question marks. No, where did this little potato wearing the assassin's night go from?

　　"Do you know him?" Jason looked at Peter inquiringly.

　　"I don't know. Isn't he coming for you?" Peter answered with his eyes.

　　"That's for the Jianmu fruit."

　　Jason gave him an affirmative look in return. Although he had no idea how their whereabouts were exposed, they had clearly been working non-stop on the Black Mask copy as soon as they entered Gotham, and it only took them one afternoon and half a night to achieve such a result.

　　Sure enough, the silver branches are just too dazzling, right?

　　“A-choo!”

　　The player sneezed, his hand shook, and he used his ultimate skill on the low-health monster.

　　An indescribable wailing sound resounded throughout the space of consciousness.

　　"Hmph, Todd, you'd make a perfect stepping stone."

　　While that little potato was still talking, the men in black had already surrounded him, their knives and guns reflecting cold light under the lights.

　　"Let go of Black Mask, or you will become an enemy of the Hunt."

　　Jason also dressed up. The Cloud Cavalry was on patrol, and the Sea Patrol Ranger was also on patrol. He took out his specially strengthened double guns, which were filled with imaginary energy, enough to have a confinement effect on the target mission.

　　Damian threw away the black mask and pointed the samurai sword at Jason as well, while Peter looked around and took a stance against the men in black who were surrounding him.

　　Dick, who was wearing a bat costume, had his pupils shrink suddenly.