Chapter 1672 No Time to Die (35)

Chapter 1645 No Time to Die (Thirty-Five)

"I've heard of you." Red Robin spoke first, looking at Spider-Man and said, "... all good reputations. You've done a lot of good things in Gotham these days, and made a lot of noise. Almost everyone in Gotham knows that Batman has a new assistant who is a bit noisy."

"Uh, am I so famous?" Spider-Man stretched out his hand and scratched his head.

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you come and sit down?" Red Robin's eyes fell on the sofa.

Spider-Man, who was standing behind the sofa, took another small step back silently. He swallowed his saliva and looked at Red Robin and said, "You may not believe it, but I have a danger warning function, and now its volume has reached the highest peak since I came to this weird city."

"Do you think I'm dangerous?"

"I don't want to be so rude, but is there anyone in your city who is not dangerous?"

"You are too unexpected for me." Red Robin shook his head, seeming to be a little disappointed.

When this young man who looked like an ordinary classmate of Spider-Man raised his eyes again, the cold and piercing aggression in his eyes made Spider-Man's hair stand on end.

The sky-high warning volume of Spider-Sense made Spider-Man roll over and hide behind the stool on the side of the table, and two shining darts were embedded in the floor where he was standing.

"I thought I would see a young version of Batman." Red Robin stood in front of the sofa and said expressionlessly: "Given that he likes you so much and thinks you may be the perfect natural Robin, my guess is not too outrageous, right?"

"I..."

"It can be seen that he likes you very much." Red Robin's eyes swept across Spider-Man's uniform, and that look made Spider-Man shudder from head to toe.

"Wait a minute, let me explain, that..."

"He has never given such an evaluation to anyone in the Bat Family." Red Robin looked into Spider-Man's eyes and said, "In the past ten years, he has not been able to choose any perfect successor from among us, even though we are close to him, learn from him, and want to be him very much."

Spider-Man stood there and lowered his hands. He believed that he heard sadness and disappointment in Red Robin's tone. He was a person who was very good at blaming himself for all the mistakes, so at this moment he could only say: "I'm sorry, I'm really... I'm sorry, maybe I shouldn't have accepted this uniform."

"This has nothing to do with the uniform. Batman shouldn't trust a person who only appeared in front of him for a few days, and he is even less likely to Take such a person directly back to the Batcave, and the most unlikely thing is that he lets you wander around in his Gotham and make a big name for yourself, and we who have done this have been asked to get out. "

"Maybe he just..." Spider-Man took a deep breath, and then said: "Listen, I have absolutely no intention of destroying your relationship. It's just that he said he needs an assistant, and I want to help him because I think he is a hero, and heroes should not be alone. "

Red Robin lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and then said: "I just hope that your company can really satisfy him. "

Spider-Man lowered his shoulders. He couldn't even reply to this sentence full of sadness, and completely forgot his original intention of coming here to ask for punishment. He just stepped forward and spread his hands and said.

"He is like your father, strict with you. Maybe he just can't express it, and he is not dissatisfied with you as you think. It's just a coincidence that I appear here. Believe it or not, I have to go back to my own home."

"Do you want me to praise you for abandoning him one day?"

Spider-Man dropped his arms again, sighed helplessly, and then looked at Red Robin's back and said, "If my appearance hurts your heart, I feel very sorry. Maybe I can't fully understand the relationship between you, but I just try my best to do what I can."

After saying that, he stepped back a few steps, stretched out his hand, and a spider silk was launched to the wall of the opposite building.

After Spider-Man left, Batman watched the scene in the house, looking at Red Robin standing by the sofa with his head down and silent, and the low atmosphere in the house, and couldn't ask a word about the current situation in Gotham.

Just like Red Robin said, he never gave an accurate answer to anyone in the Bat Family, so he knew better than anyone that "You will become Batman in the future" was not a blessing at all, but a curse, the most vicious curse in the world, and no father could curse his child like this.

Perhaps these innocent birds also understand that there is no benefit in becoming Batman, but they are willing to throw themselves into the fire for this little love and recognition, and bear the disaster that the reward cannot match.

Batman respects this simple heart of running as a god, but never responds. In the end, the black cape disappeared in the equally dark night of Gotham, silent as usual.

When Batman and Spider-Man both left with their hearts full of thoughts, Red Robin, who was standing there and feeling sad, turned his eyes around, and then rushed to the phone with agile steps that were completely different from the previous slow and low movements, and called the other end.

"It worked. I fooled the two guys who came to ask for punishment! And they won't come to trouble us in the short term. The method of turning the tables is really useful."

"...Okay, I got it. Be careful over there. Penguin will reply to my message tomorrow."

Red Hood hung up the phone. Nightwing turned to look at him and asked, "How is it? Can he handle Batman?"

"Don't worry. Even if I don't believe Tim, I believe Schiller. Before we came back, Tim pestered Professor Schiller to see him. 's morbid traits, do you think they can talk about anything good? "

But Nightwing frowned and said, "No matter what lies Tim told, Batman shouldn't be so easily fooled, right?"

Red Hood glanced at him and said, "The most deceptive lie in the world is the truth... This is what Schiller said."

After that, the two of them put their eyes back to their feet. At this time, they were squatting on the side terrace of the roof of a mansion in the upper city, watching the lively scene in the ballroom downstairs, and their eyes were focused on one of the figures.

The man was tall, wearing a lead-gray linen suit, a burgundy paisley tie tied in a Windsor knot, and the whole person was a real Ivy League style, hugging an older lady and dancing on the dance floor.

"Lincoln March." Nightwing said his name. He squinted his eyes like Batman and stared at March's figure and said, "The two Tims have not been able to find out the specific source of the funds he used to participate in the election. There is definitely something wrong with him."

"We should find out why he is so interested in Bruce Wayne. Could it be that his last name is also Drake?" Red Hood said with his arms crossed and squinted.

Nightwing rolled his eyes slightly and said, "So if he goes to Wayne Factory to change a tire one day, will he also have your last name Todd?"

Red Hood just opened his mouth to quarrel with Nightwing, but Nightwing pushed him, pointed to the scene in the window and said, "Look, look at the waiter, yes, the one who is serving March a drink now."

"He has something in his hand." Red Hood frowned.

The two figures disappeared on the terrace almost instantly. About ten minutes later, Red Hood dragged the waiter who was strangled by him to the door, and Nightwing began to search him.

This kind of work is a professional match for Robin. After a while, Nightwing found something wrong with this waiter.

"The teeth are too straight, there are no signs of wear on the fingers, and more importantly, there are no signs of long-term standing or a lot of walking on the feet. He doesn't look like a waiter."

"He handed a note to Machi. I guess it shouldn't be conveying any urgent news, so it is very likely that he asked Machi to go to a certain place for a meeting."

Red Hood let go of the waiter, stared at his slightly immature face and said: "The cannon fodder for delivering messages is this kind of specially trained strong young man. The people behind Machi are definitely not ordinary business groups. They are either involved in gangs or politics, or worse, both."

"We have to keep an eye on him. "Stop Machi." Nightwing also stood up, looked down at the waiter lying on the ground and said, "In addition to not letting him win the election, we have to dig out the secret behind him."

"I guess there is an extremely shocking secret behind him." Red Hood took out the gun from his waist, opened the safety and loaded the bullet, and then said, "I hope my shooting skills have not regressed, let's go."

The morning in Gotham is a gun gray with a damp smell. The man in a black windbreaker got off the taxi, walked to the nearest coffee shop to buy a cup of coffee, and then came to the corner of the street against the wall on one side. On his side was an alley that stretched into the unknown darkness.

The elites in suits and leather shoes walked quickly through the street without noticing this inconspicuous figure in the alley. Lincoln Machi, who was neatly dressed and carrying a briefcase, walked all the way to the end of the street and knocked on the door of a mansion with a slightly quaint atmosphere.

The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind. Just as the man in the windbreaker holding a coffee cup wanted to walk out of the alley quickly, two figures jumped down from the roof and blocked him.

"John Constantine, how did you come to Gotham?" The red hood took the lead and stopped on the road to Constantine to leave the alley. Fangstan Ding just made a turn, and the night wing came from behind. Looking at the red -headed cover in front of me, "Okay, children, if I bring you some sugar this time, you can let me go, don't tell Batman, come again?" "Constantine was also used to their rude attitude. He sighed deeply and said," I said that I have a matter of business and you must not believe it, but I really don't come to travel. I really have something to stop me.

Red Hood narrowed his eyes, turned his head and looked in the direction where Lincoln March disappeared. He took two steps closer, using his burly figure to force Constantine to retreat, and then he asked.

"You should tell me the truth, Constantine, are you coming for Lincoln March?"

Constantine, who was forced by the sudden ferocious momentum of Red Hood, blurted out: "Why are you..."

Red Hood showed a triumphant smile, and then whispered: "Tim is right for once, imitating Schiller's morbidity is really useful."