In American comics, villain mentor

"Woo wow ~ woo wow ~".

Sirens sounded, and several police cars sped through the streets, closing in the direction of Wayne Company.

The target is obviously not the Wayne Company, the iron-clad chaebol, the flowing soldiers, no one will want to offend the chaebol.

But this movement also triggered a pre-set alarm for Batman, Bruce Wayne.

At the dance, Bruce calmly finished a dance with his female companion and smiled gently, "Lose your company." "

"I hope to dance with you again next time. "The female companion is very sensible and does not dwell too much.

"There will be a chance. Bruce Wayne nodded, skirted the crowd to the bathroom, and wiped his glasses as if relaxing his eyes.

It's just that outsiders don't know that this glasses is a monitoring terminal.

"Alarm! Three police cars are heading for Wayne Building!".

Bruce's calm voice replied, "Search the 200 meters around the building, if there is anything unusual." "

"Nothing out of the ordinary. "

This temporarily ruled out the hidden dangers of his own company, but for Batman, he would not miss out on this business.

"Grant the terminal second-level authority to determine the purpose of the alarm. "

"The authorization was completed, and the monitoring was carried out 2 hours ago, in the bar 500 meters west of the Wayne Building, there was a mass confusion incident.

There are currently 4 casualties and 8 injured. The exact perpetrator is unknown. "

"Unknown, isn't it shown in the surveillance?" Bruce said in surprise.

Originally, he thought that it was just an ordinary criminal, and the vicious incident of dropping psychedelic drugs would just catch people.

After all, being so close to your own company, who knows what will happen.

What if it was premeditated?!

But now even its own early warning system has not found anyone, which is not quite right.

"Level 1 authorization, search for relevant leads. "

"No relevant clues have been found. "

Bruce frowned, "Mark the fastest route." "

He couldn't even check the first-level authority, so he planned to go and see it for himself.

He didn't trust the guys at the Gotham Police Department to find anything.

Never trust anyone!

Gotham's famous idlers, supernumerary vigilantes, dispatched!

"Boom!" Before the police car arrived, a black suit flew down from the building.

The glass of the bar has been covered with a thick frosted texture of blood, alcohol, and various bodily fluids and fluids.

Bruce was outside the door, through the glass, and nothing else could be seen, and the camera inside the room had been stained with a layer of blood.

He pondered for a moment, then a filter shrouded under his mask, took a few steps back, and fired a few batarang.

"Click!" the glass shattered, and the creature in the bar found an outlet for catharsis.

Each one had all sorts of fluids hanging from them, and they poured into the street as if they had lost their minds.

But before they could rush out, they were tied together by steel locks.

Bruce picked up the airbag that had been placed in the broken glass and stared at a cocktail on the bar.

That's the glass of wine that David mixed when he left.

Surveillance records do not show who placed the glass of wine here, and it was intact until the surveillance was covered with blood.

It's like a gem that suddenly appears in a pile of garbage, and it's very obvious!

In this environment, this in itself is the greatest irrationality.

Bruce approached, discreetly touching the glass with a tong.

But just as he touched it, the "bang!" cup shattered without warning.

Drinks and debris splashed at him.

Bruce hurriedly retreated, covering himself with a cloak. The shards were blocked, but a few drops of wine still dripped on Bruce's exposed skin.

There is no burning sensation, pain, or other special abnormalities!

Bruce vigilantly and solemnly wiped it clean, packed the cup in a quarantine bag, and brought it back to test its ingredients.

Looking around again, all that is left is the mess of the land, and the people who are singing for life.

Separated and tied up these people, Bruce was still thinking about searching for some clues, and he received an alert!

"The police car is 200 meters ahead and is heading here. "

For the time being, I don't have any valuable information, so I simply leave and go back to check what this glass of wine is.

The information he can piece together so far, first, is that this is definitely not an ordinary group hallucinogenic phenomenon.

After all, swarms hallucinate and won't let a cat do anything about mice. When he saw it, the rat was still nervously clicking.

Second, it may have been premeditated and, most likely, there will be the next phase of action.

The glass is so hard that it doesn't shatter so easily.

It won't blow up!

So what's the trigger for this? I didn't see a detector or anything like that.

Bruce took one last glimpse, and the people in the distance from the police car surrounded the eaves of the nearby building with steel cables, and soared into the air and disappeared into the night sky.

At this time, the people from the police station had already gathered around.

Seeing such a chaotic scene, a tall man with a two-figure mustache chuckled in his heart.

"Sheriff, is this the one again?" asked a fat policeman.

"Searching the scene, these people were taken back to the police station. James Gordon interrupted what he was about to say, glanced at the scene, and said.

At a glance, he stared at the iconic batarang, next to the puddle of water.

After working together for so many years, he didn't want his subordinates to have any untimely judgments about Batman.

"Go to a few people, pay attention to safety, collect clues over there, and take the water over there for testing. "

"Understood!".

This is a tacit understanding between him and Batman.

Thanks to Batman's professionalism, the police department quickly completed the scene search.

But when they returned to the police station, they were also in a predicament - they didn't know what to do!

From the monitoring of technical experts, this group of people suddenly went crazy together as if they had made an appointment!

"What does the laboratory say? Is there anything wrong with those people's blood samples? What is that water stain?" Gordon asked.

"Nothing else. The water-stained stall was just an ordinary cocktail, and the base liquor was all a staple of the bar. "

Gordon was a little disappointed, but it was just the assistant's next words that gave him hope again.

"Those people have a relatively high proportion of hormone concentrations in their bodies, just like animals in estrus. It's the same as what we saw in the field.

But some groups are unconscious, or they are pre-planned, and they are relatively normal behaviors. "

"No! You're ignoring not just the human, but the cat and the mouse, check the hormone levels of the cat and the mouse!

Is there anything else that can quickly cause hormone levels to change in a short period of time?" Gordon seized on the clue and asked.

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