Aliens in Gotham

Chapter 61 Aliens in Gotham

Wayne Group, Technology Department.

A crisp click sounded as the verification was complete outside the door, and Bruce Wayne, dressed in a suit and tie, walked straight in. The black man, who was engrossed in fiddling with a small circuit board at his desk, put down his work and looked up.

"Ah, Mr. Wayne," he smiled, "is there anything I can do for you?"

Lucius Fox, head of the technology department at Wayne Enterprises, is also a legendary figure.

As the saying goes, there are countless Bat-related technologies, and Fox accounts for at least half of them. He is one of the few people who knows the identity behind the Batman mask, and he is also Batman's main technical advisor, with expertise in multiple fields such as medicine, chemistry, and mechanical engineering.

We usually use three words to describe this kind of person.

Tinker Bell.

That's right, Fox plays roughly that kind of role. His daily routine is basically that Batman encounters some new villain with strange abilities, suffers a setback, survives, and comes back to study countermeasures. Then Fox always manages to develop some kind of targeted equipment, and Batman, now equipped with the new equipment, often immediately turns the tide and wins. He's still the king of the second battle.

It's somewhat similar to the pattern of Nobita getting into trouble outside and coming home and asking "Doraemon, please help me!"

"I've heard about the Riddler," Fox said, standing up. "I knew you might come. I've designed a new flood control system, and the board is interested in taking over the project."

I glanced at the blueprint and identified a few areas where we could leave room for Batman to maneuver. Next time something like this happens, we'll be able to take the initiative.

"That sounds good, Fox, but that's not why I'm here this time," Bruce interrupted.

"Hmm?" Fox raised an eyebrow. "Oh, so you want to upgrade your equipment? The new model of the grappling hook is still being tested. Oh, by the way, I've already cut out the cloak I mentioned last time for you. It hardens quickly when powered on, so it should perform well as a glider."

"No, not these this time, Fox."

Bruce shook his head.

"This time, I want armor."

Fox: "?"

"Armor status?"

"Energy level: 74%," Pal said. "The performance in the last battle largely met expectations, but there are a few minor areas for improvement. The joints in my arms are slightly stiff, and the light energy transmission efficiency of the two transmission channels could be further enhanced."

"Write this down for me, and I'll make improvements later," Shen You said.

In this practical test against the demons, the second-generation armor performed satisfactorily. Besides its inherent performance boost, the N-metal likely played a major role. Both demons and monsters are essentially magic-based, and both N-metal and Amazon metal excel in magic resistance, so their damage was negligible against the armor.

Finally, the demon gang was successfully wiped out, resulting in a huge harvest of experience points.

Last night's surge in solar energy was also quite encouraging, but the main contribution came from his heroic act of pushing the floodwaters. That short ten-second video has gone viral online, and he's simultaneously dominated headlines across all media outlets.

Even the blockbuster news of Batman defeating the Riddler had to take a backseat. Interestingly, an insider revealed that the Riddler was in a very bad mental state when he was imprisoned in Arkham, and it seems that the incident of his flood being forcibly pushed back had greatly traumatized him.

"Should we perform a search for Rachel Ross?" Parr asked.

"Okay, but let's shift the priority a bit. Let's first see what that Kryptonian is all about, or rather, what kind of guy looks like a Kryptonian."

This is clearly the more noteworthy item in the to-do list.

Since Krypton exploded, among the few remaining Kryptonians, apart from the Superman and Supergirl families' inherited Boy Scouts and naive girls, almost everyone else is a villain.

It might even be related to Kara.

In the DC universe, databases like those of the Pentagon, CIA, and FBI are basically public restrooms, getting entered and exited an average of eight to ten times a week. Cyborg takes a look on Monday, Batman rummages through them on Tuesday, a bald guy from Metropolis casually strolls in on Wednesday, and a few people, coincidentally, crash their cars on Thursday and end up playing cards inside.

Since so many people come and go all day long, Shen You figured one more wouldn't make a difference, so he simply asked Pal to get him an annual pass so he could go in and browse whenever he had free time to see if there was any inside information.

And then, sure enough, progress was made.

However, this time the news didn't come from official sources, but from Gotham's underground.

Gotham City also has something similar to the "dark web." It's a dark corner teeming with gangsters, assassins, contraband deals, and even potentially infiltrating Gotham's high-ranking officials undercover.

It was in this place that Shen You discovered a clue.

"Aliens in Gotham!"

An anonymous post on a forum stated this.

Shen You clicked to browse it.

The story is roughly about a low-level gangster who, after having hot pot and karaoke with some buddies, suddenly saw a beautiful woman on the street as they walked home arm in arm.

The guys' eyes lit up. In a place like Gotham, they basically assumed that nine out of ten women wandering around alone at this hour were female perverts, looking for fun.

So the group excitedly went up to A.

Then they all typed GG at the same time.

"It's not a hallucination, she's not human, absolutely not human!" the poster exclaimed in exasperation. "She's as strong as a monster, and she snapped Mike's tube in half with a single stroke! Several brothers were taken down by her in an instant. It's so bizarre, like a ghost; we didn't even see her move!"

Then a guy downstairs appeared with a rather strange question: "That pipe you're talking about, is it even legitimate?"

"I'm talking about steel pipes! What are you thinking, you guys holding those things?"

Another person questioned, "Were you guys drunk around that time? Maybe she just knew some self-defense techniques. This is Gotham, nothing strange about it, right?"

"Have you ever seen a self-defense technique for women that teaches how to shoot lasers into the eyes?" the poster retorted.

"If she's really that strong, how are you still alive?"

The replies were spaced several minutes apart, suggesting the poster was going through a fierce internal struggle.

He finally replied, "Well, my kidneys or something aren't working too well, so I just watched from the back and didn't go in, which is why I escaped."

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Then the tone of the comments went completely awry. Some expressed sympathy for the guy's difficult situation, others empathized with him, and some even took the opportunity to promote their own pills.

It possesses immense strength, incredible speed, and most importantly, the ability to shoot lasers from its eyes.

It sounds quite similar.

"Help me find the person who posted this and identify him. He's our eyewitness," Shen You said.

"The poster is anonymous, and the information has not been made public. We are currently tracking the IP address."

Pal is extremely efficient; the information on the display changes rapidly, and the result appears very quickly.

"Target locked."

"The trail leads to a casino located on 92nd Street in the Upper East Side. It's a property owned by Sal Maroni, a front for illicit financial activities."

The casino is currently operated by a low-level boss within Sal Maroni's faction, named Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot.

As he spoke, he had already displayed the photo and a series of information on the screen.

Shen You glanced at the name and narrowed his eyes.

The ID looks familiar.

(End of this chapter)