Chapter 1433 Is This the Life of Batman? (Part 2)

The next morning, Bruce and his luggage were thrown out of Wayne Manor. Thomas threw it himself, so Alfred couldn't stop him. Fortunately, Thomas was not too heartless. After getting in the car, he rolled down the window and looked at Bruce standing on the roadside and said.

"Your mother has an old house on Bliss Street. It was where she prepared to get married before she got married. Don't come back before Elsa goes to elementary school! Spend 1.5 billion US dollars in one month... My heart hurts when I see you!"

After that, the car window was rolled up, and the car disappeared at the end of the street. Bruce was still immersed in Thomas' last words. He muttered to himself like a fool: "Spend 1.5 billion US dollars in one month..."

Bruce glanced at the baggage beside him and showed a disgusted expression. He walked away directly, came to the other side of the road, and stopped a taxi to go to the Bat Cave again.

The taxi arrived at the destination. Bruce looked at the desolate scene around him, his face gradually turned cold, and he stared at the rearview mirror with his eyes, but after a while, he seemed to remember something and took out the remaining cash to pay the fare.

Before arriving at the real door of the Batcave, Bruce said the password again, and this time the door finally opened. The Batcave was full of equipment and weapons, and Bruce walked in impatiently.

Batsuit, bat darts, bat communication equipment, and a bat fighter at the deepest part. Bruce touched them one by one, and then walked to the front and picked up a set of Batsuit parts to change.

When he took off the heavy coat and started to put on the Batsuit, he found that the size of the clothes was wrong.

This Batsuit was too big, and it was not the kind of fat and thin size. Obviously, this Batsuit should be customized for people taller than him. The leg armor could not be buckled to the correct position at all, and if it was too high, the knees could not move freely.

Fortunately, there are more than one kind of bat suits here. Bruce picked one that looked compact, but when he put it on, he found that it was too thin. He had to lose at least 20 kilograms before he could wear it.

Bruce looked at the row of bat suits in front of him in silence, and then he looked at the bat darts in the cabinet. There was nothing wrong with the bat darts. They were of moderate size. The only problem was that they were not very suitable for use as weapons.

There was no precision guidance device on the bat darts, which meant that Batman threw this thing that was not aerodynamic at all with almost 100% accuracy purely by skill.

Bruce picked up a bat dart and held it in his hand. He tried to throw it out with his wrist, but before he could let it go, a cut was made under his knuckles with a "swish".

He cursed in a low voice, threw the bloody bat dart aside, and turned to look at the guns hanging on the wall.

There were many strange guns in the weapon cabinet, which looked like they had just been dug out from the tomb of aliens. Bruce opened the weapon cabinet and took out one of them, and then found that they were the same as the bat darts. There was nothing wrong with the guns, but they were completely ergonomic.

A normal human with only two hands could not hold the gun steady, with one hand on the trigger, and press more than 60 buttons on the gun at the same time.

Throwing the gun aside, Bruce looked at the strange big machines again. The machines were also very good, with brand new buttons and neat parts, but the problem was that none of them could be turned on.

Each machine in the Batcave had an average of more than 200 buttons, and none of the buttons had its duties written on it. A machine had dozens of different sockets, countless wires on the ground, countless energy hubs on the walls, and a variety of switches next to all the interfaces and hubs.

This is not the jewel in the crown of human industrial civilization, but a corner abandoned by the development of modern mechanical equipment.

Today, when all modern industrial equipment is being simplified and intelligentized as much as possible, Batman resolutely chose a completely opposite development route, which can be called the original bat punk industrial style that retains the natural landscape and harmoniously coexists between people and the environment.

There are many rooms in the Bat Cave. Bruce pushed the door one by one to see, but there was nothing inside. He continued to go deeper and finally saw the huge Bat Fighter.

Just then, Bruce suddenly heard a noise at the door of the Batcave. He turned back vigilantly, only to see Diana walking in. After seeing Bruce, Diana sighed and said, "Sorry, when your father got angry, Clark and I left first. I was worried that he would scold us, which is very likely. He doesn't look very happy."

"Clark and I agreed that you will go to work with me during the day and help him take photos at night. However, the news release is one day late, so he will definitely be scolded by his boss."

"It's just right for you to be here." Diana said and flew up. In Bruce's shocked eyes, she flew into the Batfighter, tilted her head to Bruce and said, "Get on the plane, I'll take you to the base, there's still a lot of work waiting for us."

Just as Bruce was about to refuse, a burst of light covered the Batfighter. His eyes widened slightly, and after a pause, he walked onto the fighter and sat in the driver's seat.

"Fasten your seat belts, you don't have to operate, I'll take you flying."

About half an hour later, Diana helped Bruce, who was vomiting, into the base. Bruce vaguely saw the blue earth floating outside the window of the base.

"Where is this?" Bruce asked breathlessly, he felt that his brain was confused by Diana's violent driving skills.

"The base." Diana spread her hands and said, "We set up a protective shield for the earth. It is also your scientific research workstation. Hal has helped you move the equipment for the experimental projects that you said were inconvenient to carry out on the earth, but you have to help us complete the agreed work first."

Bruce leaned against the wall and coughed hard twice. He took two deep breaths and followed Diana to the laboratory. Diana brought a large pile of information and placed it in front of him.

When Bruce's eyes were fixed on the information, he couldn't help but shout out after a second: "What is this?!!!"

"The design of the earth's shield." Diana supported her head and fiddled with the computer, saying without looking back: "Hal has almost finished the first part, you should finish the second part quickly, and we can start construction."

"Why..." Bruce's speech was a little unclear as if his tongue was burned, but he still tried to suppress the excitement in his tone and said: "I mean, I still don't understand this project a little bit..."

"Of course you don't understand, you have too strong a filter for Schiller." Diana still Without even turning his head, he typed and said, "We must build a shield for the Earth to protect our universe."

"Building a shield for the Earth is to protect the universe?"

"Otherwise, could it be to protect the Earth?" Diana was still typing, saying, "Of course, in a sense, protecting the Earth is also protecting the universe, and a shield can solve both problems. Don't ask, just get to work."

"I..."

Bruce stared at the design in front of him blankly. It was a design, but there was no picture at all. It was data, but there was no number at all. There was only a group of indescribable ghostly symbols dancing hand in hand.

Suddenly, a figure with green light all over his body appeared. Hal, who was exhausted, sat down at the table. After drinking a glass of water, he looked at Bruce and said, "You're here? How about the second part?"

"I don't know, but can you tell me what this is?" Bruce pointed to a word on the design and asked. It was not difficult to see that its style was different from other symbols. Bruce didn't remember that humans had such a mathematical symbol.

"Oh, isn't this the symbol of the emotional spectrum you designed? You wanted to tell me, but I didn't pay any attention. But you didn't care. You said you could understand it. Hurry up and finish it. Let's go have a cup of coffee."

Hal dozed off on the table after he finished speaking. Bruce began to look through the materials. After a while, he couldn't stand it anymore. He raised all the papers and pounded the table hard, saying, "Why do I do this? Why would Batman do this?!"

"Shouldn't we use equipment costing hundreds of millions of dollars to fight those gangsters, and then enjoy life with the endless money of the Wayne Group? Shouldn't we make Gotham a better place?!"

"Bruce!" Diana shouted.

"I'm not Bruce!" Bruce roared.

"I know, but listen to me..."

Bruce was stunned, his face twisted for a moment, just about to say "You are all kidding me", Diana shrugged and said indifferently: "Bruce is just a code name, it is possible that you are not Bruce, but anyway, you are all Batman."

"Anyone who is Batman can do this job, don't dawdle, finish it quickly and leave quickly, you still have to help Clark to make up the photos tonight."

Hal also waved his hand and said: "Man, I don't care which world's Batman you are, anyway, you are all super geniuses, isn't the pile of drawings in your hand what Batman spent about an hour to make? Believe me, as long as this thing is built, it will be good for us all."

Bruce instinctively looked down at the thick stack of Data, with an angry and embarrassed expression on his face, but Diana showed a hint of curiosity and said: "Could it be that you don't have the same talent as other Batman?"

Hal stood up and said: "Well, in fact, we have only seen two Batmans, one younger and one older, and they completed the first part of the project in relay."

"But we can't really infer that every Batman has such a high IQ based on this." Hal shook his head and said: "You know, the sample is insufficient, and it is possible that you don't understand these."

Diana sighed helplessly and said: "Okay, okay, it seems that our work will be delayed again."

She jumped down from the tall bar stool, walked to Bruce and patted his face and said.

"Fortunately, you still have a pretty face. Let's go, I'll take you back. The group of girls who have already booked the observation deck are still waiting for you to show up on time."