Ultimate Assassin: Start as the sixth floor in the Continental Hotel

Chapter 547 The Successor of the Cloak

"We're late...Dick..."

Jason's voice was trembling. He seemed to be unable to suppress his emotions, and he was faintly crying. "Our home was destroyed...by those damn ninjas!"

"I knew it! I knew the Shadow Warrior Alliance couldn't be trusted!"

"Calm down! Jason!"

In the communication channel, Jason's voice was mixed with Tim's shouts. The two seemed to be tearing each other apart, and with a muffled sound, Jason's voice sounded again.

"I've calmed down enough! Tim! Look at what you're seeing! Those damn ninjas blew Wayne Manor to the ground!!!"

"Our home! It's gone! Everything is gone!"

Dick listened quietly to the voice on the voice channel. At this moment, his mind was completely blank.

This is not the first time that the Kagemusha Alliance blew up Wayne Manor, but...

why?

What is Thalia's purpose? Why burn Wayne Manor to the ground while risking a feud with Batman?

Damian's arrival, Lei Xiaogu's compromise, and the inconsistent behavior of the Shadow Warrior Alliance. What is the inevitable connection between these and everything that happened in Gotham tonight?

Dick always felt that there seemed to be a broken picture in front of him, but only that key link was missing...

"Where's Bruce? Have you found him?! Dick?"

Seeing that Dick didn't respond, Jason's volume instantly increased, pulling Dick back from his thoughts.

"Sorry, I couldn't find him..." Dick took a deep breath, trying to calm down his tone, "The traces at Gotham City Hall have been manually cleaned up. The GPS positioning devices on Bruce and Clark have also failed. .”

"..."

There was a brief silence in the communication channel.

"I'll go find him, I'll find them." Jason's voice was the first to break the silence. At this moment, his voice was extremely gloomy, "I will clean up every remaining gang stronghold in Gotham, find and fight them one by one. Break every bone in those bastards and make those damn guys pay!”

"Jason!" Dick yelled, "Gotham needs us now! You can't take it personally..."

"Dick Grayson! I fucking know what I'm doing!" Jason responded mercilessly, "I was imprisoned by Joker for half a month! I know what it feels like to be close to death! How long can we wait?! Huh?! Just because we were negligent, Alfred is still lying in the emergency room!"

"Bruce and the others are in danger! We must find them and rescue them! Superman is not without weaknesses, not to mention that Batman is only a mortal body! If we wait any longer, we will only find their bodies!"

"I didn't stop you, Jason... I just hope you can deal with things calmly." Dick forced himself to calm down, "Bruce won't want us to get into trouble. The top priority is to eliminate the hidden dangers in Gotham. We need to make sure things don't get worse before Bruce comes back..."

"Come on..." Tim's voice sounded slowly, his mood extremely low, "This is Gotham, Dick, before Bruce comes back, if those criminals find out that Batman has disappeared, things will only get worse. .Gotham can’t live without Batman.”

"..." The communication channel fell into silence again, and the next moment, almost at the same time, the three little birds of Father Bat issued a firm response in unison:

"But Gotham can live without Robin!" x3

As if feeling the common thoughts between the brothers, Dick made the deployment immediately: "With my current equipment, it should be no problem to pretend to be Batman. Jason, you go to the R&D department of Wayne Group, there should be more Inventory of Bat gear. Tim, there is a huge size difference between you and Bruce. You should join me as soon as you return to Gotham City."

"Jason is responsible for cleaning up the remaining gang members in Gotham and collecting intelligence while Tim and I handle the cases discovered by the GCPD..."

"No, I have a better proposal..." Tim responded weakly, "I also want to wear a bat suit... three Batmans, let the criminals in Gotham experience three times the happiness, not more Okay?"

"And me!" A young and beautiful female voice sounded in the channel. "Do you have any extra equipment?"

"Barbara..." Dick responded with a headache. "I said I was just joking before..."

"I take it seriously, Mr. Grayson, and I must remind you that my hacking skills can cover the entire Gotham City area, and I can help you." Barbara Gordon lowered her voice and said, "Don't think I'm just a vase... I've learned a lot of fighting skills, and I have no problem protecting myself."

"Did you hear everything?" Jason naturally knew about Dick's crush when he was young, but now he just wanted to know how this bitch connected to the bat communication.

"I heard something. The situation is very critical now, isn't it? One more person can help, boys." Barbara's voice was extremely serious, "Let me act with you. I also want to contribute to Gotham." Do your part.”

"...I just hope that Chief Gordon won't lose his temper with me." Dick shook his head helplessly, Barbara, "Okay... Red Hood, Red Robin, Batgirl, go to Wayne Group to replace equipment."

"Those criminals seem to have forgotten whose city Gotham is. Friends...it's time to help them remember it."

In the communication channel, everyone replied simply and neatly.

"Received!" x3

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Wayne Group, rooftop. The two figures looked down at the devastated city below, holding crumpled cigarettes in their mouths and blowing out puffs of smoke from time to time.

"I thought I could see them starting a battle for the cloak, but it's boring." A pervert in a red tights curled his lips and complained, "I lost ten dollars...I don't know where you got the confidence. , Slade.”

"After all, I am the native of this world, Wade." Slade looked into the distance and said softly, "I know some things in more detail than you do."

"I also want to get off work early, but I guess that Professor Yan you are talking about hasn't given up yet."

"That guy is just a damn bastard, and he made me work overtime for free. He's just like a capitalist. And he let these rubbish guys come out and die one by one, without even giving me a break..." Wade angrily said complained, then pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed it behind him, "You! That's you! You are as sneaky as that stinky bat! Get out of here! Don't force me to shoot you to come out!" "

"Tread, step, step..."

In the shadows, a heavily armored man wearing a worn hood and cloak slowly walked out. He is like a devout believer. Pure white and red are the main colors of his uniform. The large cross on his chest and the hockey mask make him look very weird.

"Michael Lane..." Slade narrowed his one eye slightly and said indifferently, "Azrael, the Angel of Death, what are you doing here?"

"Gotham's Dark Knight is dead."

The visitor responded in a deep voice.

"I am the successor."