Chapter 1229: The Farm of Justice (XI)

The laboratory that appeared in front of Thomas was quite advanced, but the problem was that it was too small and there were few experimental equipment. Ape

Thomas was also Batman, so he could see that there were basically only lathes, data storage devices and computers used to make basic bat equipment here.

Compared with other laboratories in this world, this place was advanced enough, but it was far from enough for Batman.

Thomas knew that the universe in his world was earlier than this one, but even so, the lab tables and experimental facilities in his Batcave were much more advanced and numerous than here.

Thomas walked in and checked and found that the underground of Wayne Manor in this universe was consistent inside and out, poor and shabby.

Thomas did not find any secret doors, password doors or other underground facilities here. This was just a very simple laboratory, which was so simple that it could not be more simple. Thomas even suspected that some of Bruce's equipment was hand-made, because even the lathe was missing some accessories.

Thomas searched and searched here, and finally had to admit that there might not be what he wanted here, so he could only walk out the door and look at Alfred and ask: "Where does Bruce usually put things?"

"Are you referring to his diary?" Alfred asked with a smile. Ape

Thomas seemed a little embarrassed. He shook his head and said, "No, no, I don't want to pry into his privacy. I mean, where are the Batman equipment? I just want to see how good his scientific research is."

Alfred's smile did not change, but it can be seen that he slightly brewed a euphemism in his heart and said, "Master Bruce is very similar to you. He is a very emotional person. He has rich emotional experience and uses his spare time very well. His friends all praise him as a good person."

Thomas felt more and more wrong, so he looked at Alfred and said, "So, where is his bat cave? I want to go there."

"In a cave in the suburbs."

"Can you help me prepare a car?"

"Of course, sir."

Alfred turned and went out. Thomas's bad premonition did not diminish, and this premonition was confirmed after he saw the luxurious and colorful sports car. Ape

Thomas pointed a finger at the car and said, "... Is this the best choice? Where's the Batmobile?"

"The Batmobile has a little problem and can't be driven now." Alfred kept smiling, perhaps trying to cover up other smiles with a smile.

"Take me to see."

"Okay."

Thomas was led by Alfred to the back of the manor. As he walked, he felt something was wrong. He said, "Isn't the garage on the other side? Did he modify the structure of Wayne Manor?"

"No, sir, it's just that the Batmobile is not in the garage."

"The Batmobile is not in the garage, then it's..." Ape

Just after turning a corner, Thomas saw the huge black Batmobile parked on the lawn of the garden.

Tim and Jason, one holding a jack and the other holding a crowbar, were pushing a huge Batmobile tire past him, laughing as sweet as a silver bell.

Thomas stared at the dismantled Batmobile with only a skeleton left. He turned to Alfred and said, "Don't tell me that those kids did it?"

"I'm afraid so, sir. They are very good at hands-on work."

Thomas opened his mouth, looked back at the colorful sports car parked outside the yard, and looked at Alfred with some embarrassment and said, "Is there really no low-key option?"

Finally, Alfred found an old pickup truck left by Thomas's father and Bruce's grandfather at the end of the garage. So, the fully armed Batman Thomas was forced to recall his childhood, when Gotham was still a small fishing village.

After a bumpy ride, he came to the Batcave. Thomas finally found a door in the overgrown cave. Ape

When he heard Bruce's recording asking for the password, Thomas even felt a little moved, as if his silly son had finally learned to eat.

Thomas thought for a moment and said, "Martha?"

"Wrong password."

Thomas frowned, coughed twice, tapped the ground with his toes, and then said, "...Thomas?"

"Wrong password."

"Alfred?"

"Wrong password."

Thomas pondered for a moment and tentatively said, "Elsa? Elizabeth? Dick? Jason? Tim?"

"Wrong password, wrong password, wrong password."

A series of errors came, and Thomas was a little confused, but fortunately, his equipment was quite complete.

Thomas walked to the door, fumbled on the wall, pried open an interface with a bat dart, reconnected the circuit, then opened his arm armor and connected a socket.

After a while, the door made two "beep" sounds. It opened directly, but Thomas did not walk in directly. Instead, he stood there and said to himself in confusion: "I want to see what password you set."

He operated his arm armor twice again, and then the screen lit up, and a series of data flashed over. Thomas keenly caught a line of logical text on it-"Go write a paper!".

Thomas looked at the line of words in a daze, trying to understand the logic, but soon his father's thinking took the upper hand. He frowned and whispered: "He can't even finish his paper, right?"

Thomas stood up and strode into the door, and then found that he might have thought too much.

If Bruce couldn't finish his paper, it means that he probably spent most of his time on scientific research. But looking at the condition of this equipment in the Bat Cave, Bruce should still value his paper more.

The entire Batcave is a half-built cave. Yes, after several years, this cave is still only half-built. Only the lower two floors are decorated, and the upper part is completely exposed.

The bat equipment inside is quite decent, with many bat suits, bat darts, bat belt accessories, etc. To outsiders, it is already a very magical base, but this time the person who came here to visit is a normal Batman.

Who is Batman? He is the most suspicious and the most serious patient with firepower phobia in human civilization. No matter how advanced the equipment is, as long as it is not weighed by tons, it can't provide a sense of security.

After a careful visit, Thomas found that this Batcave was indeed a bit shockingly shabby. In his world, he often prepared many fake Batcave to lure enemies to attack, but this Batcave was not even as luxurious as the fake Batcave he arranged.

But this is not without reason. In the five years since Bruce became Batman, his biggest opponent was his professor Schiller. Ape

As a brave man, Bruce had never beaten ordinary crayfish before. He ran into sunset king shrimp when he went out. After five years of scraping, he finally got a real wound.

But this process also has some sequelae. For example, Schiller is a scholar who pays more attention to mental oppression and control rather than violent means.

In the process of Bruce and Schiller torturing each other, he did not have the urge to beat the teacher, but his strong moral bottom line made him resist this urge and continue to torture Schiller mentally.

The so-called consumer demand forces industrial upgrading. Without demand, there is naturally no need for upgrading.

In the past few years, Bruce has hardly dealt with any opponents who need to be dealt with by fists or force. Basically, the opponents he encountered are impossible to beat or do not need to beat with personal force alone, so naturally he does not pay much attention to equipment upgrades.

Therefore, Bruce does not have as many fancy bat equipment as other normal Batmans, and his technology tree is also crooked. Most of his skills are in infrastructure, rapid construction, and security and defense inside buildings. The most outstanding research result is the enlargement of the Ark Reactor, but this device has been placed underground in Gotham, not in the Batcave.

Therefore, Thomas only saw several types of Batsuits, ordinary Bat-soldier equipment, and several garages full of Batmobiles. Ape

Thomas is a little confused about what happened to his son? How could he have so many Batmobiles? Is he a racing enthusiast? Then why did he throw the Batmobile on the lawn in the garden for the children to dismantle and play?

Why did Bruce have so many Batmobiles? We have to start with Elsa's situation.

For a long time, this overly energetic little girl would only sleep well when racing, so Bruce and Selina had to take her out for racing every night.

But everyone knows that the main feature of Gotham drivers is that they are fearless. Even if the Batmobile looks like a next-generation tank, as long as you dare to overtake me, I will definitely collide with you. One or two is fine, but if I challenge all the night drivers in Gotham all night, I will not be able to collide with more Batmobiles.

With full of doubts, Thomas went around the hills near the suburbs and did not find any other facilities. He was confident in his investigation ability, so he thought that it should not be that Bruce arranged a bat cave that he could not see.

Thomas thought of the content of the previous gate opening order. He thought that since Bruce did not choose to invest a lot of time and energy in the development of bat equipment, then presumably, his thesis must be well written, right?

With this mood, Thomas returned to Wayne Manor and asked Alfred: "How are Bruce's college grades? If he just graduated, his thesis should have been published, right?" Ape

"Master Bruce chose to continue his postgraduate career. His academic journey has just begun, and the future is full of hope." Alfred replied.

Thomas narrowed his eyes and stared at him. "Afu, why didn't I realize that you have such a strong British style before? Is there something you can't just say?"

"This is mainly for your health." Alfred gently pressed his lips with his fingers and glanced to the other side.

Thomas's ominous premonition became stronger and stronger, so he simply wore Batman's equipment and came to Gotham University. As soon as he arrived, he went straight to the archives of the Academic Affairs Office and successfully found Bruce Wayne's name in the graduate information.

The first few pages were all basic information, and Thomas flipped through them quickly.

Therefore, when he opened the GPA page without any precautions, Thomas' heart stopped.

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