Chapter 186

They are owls, people in power and celebrities, and the voices of the family.

But their death is like rotten meat falling into a flock of vultures, and the survivors will divide the benefits. Either a new successor will appear, or they will disappear, and then the cake behind them will be divided.

Obviously, there is a player's sword of Damocles hovering over their heads, but greed still drives them to make more fights, money and power are in turmoil, and there is a kind of fatness that is full of oil even when death is imminent.

What, those dead people are past companions? But they are all dead, so naturally they should give up the benefits.

Messiah was amazed. Every time he thought he had seen enough of the sinisterness of human hearts, this group of owls would always show him a new bottom line.

It should be classified as not suitable for children.

Now it is the second day of his arrival in Gotham, and it is a rare sunny weather in Gotham. Even if he wants to monitor the overall situation and continue to grow in a wretched way, there is no need to stay in the underground building to grow mushrooms.

It was only one day and one night since he arrived in the new world, but the player felt like he had been lying in a grave for thirty years. It was gloomy and would mold if he didn't get some more sun.

Even the sunny and cheerful Batman seemed like a memory from his previous life. Looking up at the clouds, he felt like Bruce was giving him a thumbs-up of support.

After a while of beautifully reminiscing about the guardians who loved to worry, he continued to shine for his new career. It was time to prove that he could work alone. Even Dick was full of support for his behavior.

So a new day, a new atmosphere, and a new target was the Mad Hatter.

The player had his eyes on the other party's brainwashing device. Of course, he couldn't take the owls lightly. Even if there was a system monitoring him all the time, he knew how unscrupulous those political guys would be to deal with him.

Messiah believed that he didn't know enough about politics and how dirty and crazy the nobles' methods were. After all, he had never received any education in this area and didn't like to learn.

But he would not think that everything would be fine. Anyone who uses his brain can guess that the owls will find a way to drag him into a fight on the same level.

Just like the birth of Injustice Superman, can the Joker defeat Superman head-on? Of course not.

So he will use the method of destroying Metropolis and killing Lois to defeat Superman, and succeed, so there is an extreme, self-righteous and paranoid ruler in that universe.

Players do not think they are invincible and are not afraid of any conspiracy.

So it is like killing a chicken to scare the monkey. After killing a group of owls, another group of owls is left. It is like a child's curious experiment, pulling out their claws, cutting the mud under the beautiful fur, and then watching them start the dog-eat-dog fight.

The claws have long expressed their submission to him. They are weapons belonging to the Court of Owls, not really loyal to any owl. Since the owner of the court has changed, they can naturally become weapons that are convenient for players.

If there is a knife handed to them, the player will certainly use it.

It was like imitating the behavior of the Arkham Knight, becoming the core of the claw group.

Then the tasks were assigned, commanding them to become the secret sentries or "bodyguards" to watch over the owls, to catalyze the group of cowardly guys to expose the ugliness according to the player's wishes.

There were also some claws arranged beside the bats to control their movements.

After all, it was crazy all night, in addition to the group of guys who experienced it personally, Batman must be the fastest to detect the abnormality.

The player used the greed of the owls and their fear of the claws as the fireworks for the opening show.

In addition to the bats, the player also had to use the prince of Gotham, Bruce Baby.

The progress of Messiah's villain career was still moving forward in an orderly manner, and today's Gotham headlines not only blew up the nest of the Court of Owls, but also blew Batman, who had just laid down, out of the warm bed.

In the dim room, Bruce Wayne looked at the newspaper handed over by the old butler.

He got the information first, and then asked Alfred to bring up today's newspaper, although the other party's expression clearly showed disapproval.

Yes, of course he would disapprove. Before he just got on the bed, Batman had stayed up all night for three days. Gotham has been getting more and more chaotic recently, with endless escaped criminals and various forces ready to play games.

He has been troubled by the clown who escaped from prison for a while, but now the Court of Owls has started to make trouble again.

"Master, if it is not so urgent, you can notify others to help," the old butler spoke again.

He looked at the dark circles on Bruce's face that could hardly be covered. He was tired, haggard, and his bad mental state entangled the night vigilante, but his figure was still strong, reflecting a huge shadow.

"No, Alfred, I will solve these problems." Bruce stood up, left the bedroom that represented a peaceful rest, and headed back to the direction of the Batcave.

It was new work and trouble, and countless conspiracies. This Gotham was not kind enough to give him too much rest time.

Going down from the second floor, no one else was inside the manor, and the empty sound of footsteps proved the quietness here.

His brain was already working quickly based on the information, constantly recalling the death cases in the newspapers. They were all upper-class aristocrats, all rich and powerful enough. They were owls, Batman figured it out, and then he saw various reports of owls biting each other.

The crimes that were exposed, the scandals that were so stinking that they festered, human lives, human lives, the light-hearted shirking of responsibility made him see countless lives being trampled.

The Joker was playing games with him recently, and Batman was not going to let other family members get involved. The heavy cape dragged behind him, and every step forward was like stepping on a bloody corpse. Bruce didn't want to think about the gifts he received in the past few days.

Day after day, as long as he didn't catch the Joker, there would be a beautiful box for Batman, and inside would be limbs and blood scattered everywhere, so dazzling that even the ears could not bear it, as if those sharp laughter were still echoing.

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