Chapter 160 Gotham Avengers (Part 2)

Last night, just as it got dark, Batman was standing on the top of the Gotham Cathedral bell tower, looking at the dark alleys under his feet.

Gotham's rain, the umbrellas of the Viking Umbrella Shop, the Court of Owls, the gunshots in the dark alleys, the scattered pearl necklaces...

Batman closed his eyes, and everything began to connect in his mind, but there were still many vague details that needed him to investigate and explore.

In the end, he still focused on Louis, the murderer.

From the top of the church bell tower, a black shadow jumped down, like a real bat, he passed through countless dark alleys, and landed on the window of a building's attic between the flickering light and shadow.

Looking down from the skylight, the old Louis slumped in a chair. He was completely unable to move and could only survive on the garbage piled around him.

When Batman entered the room, he didn't react at all. His eyes were blind and his ears were deaf. He had no idea that an uninvited guest had broken in.

Unfortunately, Batman didn't get any clues from him. Louis was too old. Not only did he suffer from Alzheimer's disease, but he was also seriously ill. He might not live for more than a month. Batman couldn't ask anything from such a person. He had already turned this attic into a garbage dump, and he couldn't find anything useful.

Batman could only change his target. He came to the old house of Edward's family.

The Edward family was once one of the four major families in the East District, and was as famous as the Cobblepot family. However, their family did not decline like the Cobblepot family, mainly because they had a dock in their hands. With the dock as a guarantee, their risk resistance was much higher than that of other families.

However, they still couldn't escape the Godfather's pursuit. Old Edward was dead, and little Edward didn't know where the Godfather had taken him. Now the whole old house was taken over by the Falcone family. However, Falcone didn't attach much importance to it, so Batman entered the house with almost no obstacles.

It was dark in Edward's old house, without any lights, but this did not bother Batman. After a careful search, Batman finally found what he wanted, an umbrella with the Viking emblem.

In the office of Arkham Asylum, Batman put the two parts on the table at the same time, pointed at them and said to Schiller: "Look here, the same burn marks, the damage to your umbrella is not an accident."

Schiller squinted his eyes and found that Batman was right. The damage of the two parts was exactly the same, both of which were burned.

Logically speaking, umbrellas are not guns or artillery shells. Even if Gotham fights small wars every day, the chance of umbrellas going to the battlefield is almost zero. Therefore, the most likely way for umbrellas to be damaged is that the ribs are broken, the parts are loose or fall off.

But it is absolutely impossible that a small part of the ribs is burned, causing the whole umbrella to break.

Since Schiller did not know much about this knowledge, when the back half of one of the ribs broke, he thought it was just like the damage of an ordinary umbrella, with a problem with the connection part.

But now think about it, although it rains every day in Gotham, it is not often windy, and the parts at the connection of the umbrella ribs are not subjected to that much force, but it is still completely broken.

Now, the truth is in front of him. The same umbrella produced by the same umbrella maker has the same part that has been damaged in the same way, which can only mean one thing - everything is premeditated.

"The Court of Owls is more evil than we thought." Batman's voice was very low. He said, "They don't want to leave any survivors. Everyone in Gotham, whether they didn't buy an umbrella or bought an umbrella, will end up with only one outcome..."

"And you should have thought of a fact." Schiller looked into Batman's eyes and said, "Old Edward's umbrella was broken, so they were crazy. No one can say that their murder was not caused by their madness."

Batman was silent. He thought of this problem from the moment he got the umbrella. Schiller continued to say to him, "Obviously, you have a new goal, but this goal is also revenge, right?"

"If you can make them all pay the price, why chase only one?" Batman muttered to himself in a low voice.

"So you plan to join forces with Evans and Cobblepot to investigate?"

"They are going to join forces with me."

"I can understand you and Cobblepot..." Gordon looked at Batman and said, "After all, you two may have relatives who have been killed, but what about Evans? What reason does little Falcone have to get involved in such a thing?"

"According to him, the death of his brother, Alberto Falcone, is closely related to the Court of Owls."

Hearing this, Gordon was stunned. He recalled and said, "Alberto Falcone? This name is familiar. I seem to have heard Harvey talk about it..."

Then he shook his head and said, "It seems that everyone is very secretive about the eldest son of the old Godfather. Bullock only mentioned it to me. I asked him, but he didn't answer."

"Brock told me that this is a name that the old godfather doesn't want to mention. Maybe because of this, no one else dares to mention him."

"Thinking about it this way, it's a bit strange." Gordon said puzzledly: "Ten years ago, the Falcone family was even more powerful than it is now. The heir at that time should have been better protected. No one dared to touch him..."

"Except for the Court of Owls."

"What are you going to do?" Gu Tan

"We formed a temporary alliance to investigate this mysterious organization from different classes in Gotham."

Batman's tone finally changed a little, and his helplessness could be heard: "When I started the investigation, I found that they were hiding too deeply. Even with my power, I searched the entire Gotham City and found no useful clues.

Schiller and Gordon both knew that he was referring to the power of the Wayne Group. With the size of the Wayne Group in Gotham, it couldn't find an organization even if it tried its best. It can be seen how deep the Court of Owls is hidden.

"So I have to rely on the power of some other people. "Batman explained, "Cobolt is a criminal, but if he kills someone from the Court of Owls, then I am willing to join forces with him temporarily. He knows the bottom of Gotham very well, or some details are hidden in these dark corners."

"The Falconer family has ruled the underground world of Gotham for so many years, and every gang member is their spy. Evans may also be able to dig out different clues."

"When we work together to find the target, the alliance will end here. I don't need anyone to help me get revenge."

"So what do you plan to call this alliance? Even if it is temporary, it should have a name, right?" Gordon asked Batman.

Batman was silent for a while, and Schiller suddenly had a bad premonition, and then he heard Batman say, "I plan to call it the Avengers..."

"Wait! "Schiller interrupted him and said, "I advise you to think about it again. This name is not auspicious..."

Batman looked at Schiller. Schiller's expression was very strange. Batman paused and then said, "The name is just a code name. I never believe in anything superstitious..."

"But the last organization with this name was split in half before it was active for long."

"We are not a group. I have no intention of forming a team with them. This is just a temporary alliance. As for the name..." Batman dragged the tail tone for a rare time and said, "Each of us has a grudge against the Court of Owls, so we are all Avengers, so this name is the Avengers. What's the problem?"

Batman saw Schiller showing a complex expression he had never seen before, and then he heard Schiller mutter in a low voice: "Those who don't listen to advice will not have a good end..."

At the same time, in the ward next to the office, Evans watched Cobblepot tinkering with an umbrella.

"What are you doing? "Evans was a little curious. He sat on the bed and asked. Cobblepot didn't even raise his head, but just replied perfunctorily: "I want to make a weapon."

"Weapon?" Evans was even more confused. He asked: "Use an umbrella as a weapon? Can't you just take a gun? "

Copperhead didn't want to pay any attention to him at all. He had had enough of Evans these days.

If Copperhead's experience these days was written into an article, the title should be "How to get along with a person who I totally despise and is quite annoying".

Copperhead had long told Schiller that he despised the godfather's son, that is, Falconer Jr., and thought he was a complete idiot, but when this idiot was transferred to the same ward with him, he found that Falconer Jr. was not only stupid, but also very annoying.

Unlike Batman, Evans has a lively personality and talks a lot. He is not sick himself, but just comes here to avoid idleness. He is in good condition when he is hospitalized, and he has no sense of being a patient. He grabs Copperhead to chat with him when he has nothing to do.

At the beginning, Copperhead was willing to chat with him in order to get some information about the Falconer family, but later Come, Cobblepot found that Evans did everything except work.

Evans had a wide range of hobbies. He was proficient in art, painting, vocal music and many musical instruments. Among them, he was best at the violin. He was very good at the cello and played the violin well. He also loved opera, could sing, dance and act, and practiced his voice in the ward when he had nothing to do.

But if it came to things related to the family business, according to Cobblepot's evaluation, Evans was a complete idealistic idiot.

After chatting with Evans for a few days, Cobblepot had nothing to gain except improving his music theory knowledge that was useless in Gotham, so he was too lazy to talk to Evans in the next few days.

Evans stood up, walked to Cobblepot's side, watched him busy, and after watching for a while, he asked: "It seems that you can't modify this umbrella. Do you need any help?"

"No, I don't need it." Cobblepot pulled the ribs hard, and a part flew out with a "whoosh". Evans covered his face and screamed "Ah", and he said loudly: "Hey! You did it on purpose, be careful!"

"Damn..." Cobert cursed and said, "There's something wrong with this umbrella."

He picked up the whole umbrella and looked at it, then said: "What material is this thing made of? Why are welding and cutting ineffective on it?"

Evans leaned over and touched the ribs of the umbrella. He frowned and said: "This doesn't seem to be something like steel. I always feel a little familiar..."

"Familiar?" Cobert turned his head to look at him and asked: "Where have you seen this thing?"

Evans touched his chin and said while thinking: "I don't remember clearly, but I should have seen it. However, if you can't transform this metal, you probably can't make a weapon."

Cobert didn't answer. He stared at the umbrella in silence, as if thinking about something.