Chapter 1317 If You Can’t Be Convinced, Then Sleep in Clothes

"Mr. Pennyworth, you may be curious about why I left the Assassin's League."

The black-haired boy sat in front of the supercomputer in the Batcave, typing codes on the keyboard like the wind, trying to crack the firewall system from the inside, and said to the old butler sitting next to him: "This is because my grandfather has a problem with his thinking!"

"Yeah!"

The old butler responded.

"Can you imagine it? In this era, he still wants to build a "perfect world" centered on his will. The way to build a new world is to kill all those who disobey him through massacres. For this, he signed a contract with Satan. You know, in the magical world we live in, there are many transvestite gays who are more powerful than demons and gods. With my grandfather only having a superpower of immortality, isn't this a foolish dream? How can it succeed!"

"Yeah!"

"Moreover, I seriously suspect that he doesn't really want me to be the heir, but to use the mysterious power of the Lazarus Pool to I am the new container of his soul, and I can achieve the miracle of rejuvenation. Although I have not found any definite evidence, I have a hunch in my heart. My hunch is like the ability of "The Shining", and sometimes it is really accurate!"

"Yeah!"

"I don't plan to stay when I go home this time. I still have so many meaningful things to do, such as running an orphanage, greening the Sahara Desert, and refreezing the glaciers in the Arctic and Antarctic. I really don't have the time to accompany Mr. Wayne to wander around and fight at night and waste my life."

Damian hired Mr. Freeze, and the task he gave him was to solve the environmental crisis of global glacier melting, extinction of life in the Arctic and Antarctic, and rising sea levels.

This global environmental problem was solved in a nearly perfect parallel universe where Superman's daughter became the president of Hope, and she personally went to blow the cold wind for several years.

"Hmm!"

"This time I came back, I mainly wanted to take stock of the inheritance I will inherit in the future, and by the way, advance a small part of the inheritance. Saying this may make me seem a little unfilial and too impatient, but if you also have a masochistic billionaire father who likes to adopt children randomly, often goes out alone at night to wander around, loves to pick fights, and crawls back with injuries, you will also worry that if he suddenly dies too violently, then the inheritance that should belong to you legally will be quietly divided up by his adopted children."

"Hmm!

The boy made great progress and typed in the last line of key code. The progress bar began to read. He picked up the teacup beside him, took a sip of English black tea, and smiled to the old butler: "Thank you for the tea you made for me. It's really delicious. "

The old butler twisted his body, as a response to the boy's thanks.

The progress bar quickly reached 100%, and the boy nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, I have planted a Trojan horse in the supercomputer of the Bat Cave. Thank you for granting me whitelist permissions and excluding me from the warning system's prevention targets. Otherwise, it would be very difficult for me to break through this firewall that is a mixture of alien technology and cyber-human hybrid technology from the outside!"

The old butler was sitting on pins and needles, and the sweat on his forehead flowed into lines and dripped down his chin to the ground.

"I have modified the surveillance video, and all traces of operation have been erased by me. Fingerprints, dust, dandruff, hair loss...all clues have been cleaned up. Now there is only one small problem..."

The boy's face looked a little gloomy, and his tone was quite unfriendly: "That is, how can I completely cover up the secret that I have been to the Bat Cave with you as an eyewitness witnessing the whole process? "

The old butler swallowed his saliva, feeling that something was wrong.

"Mr. Pennyworth, I want to ask you for a small favor. Can you keep it a secret for me and not tell Mr. Bruce Wayne about this? I'm sorry, I called him by his name, which seems a bit impolite, but I'm not used to calling others "Dad", please understand. "

The young man said politely, but the old butler shook his head firmly. Even though he felt the murderous intent rising from the young man, the old butler still adhered to the creed of "Gentlemen can't lie".

"Tsk... You are making things difficult for me, old man!" The black-haired boy said distressedly: "If you refuse me, I can only take some unethical extraordinary measures. Believe me, although I was born in the Assassin's League and raised by a demon and a demon's daughter, I really don't like to use killing as a way to eliminate problems instead of solving them. "

The young man stood up and walked around the old butler, as if thinking about how to "properly" deal with him.

Alfred's heart was a little cold. Bruce had a gloomy personality when he was a child. The old butler was worried that he would become distorted and dark in the future because of the shadow of his childhood. But compared with Bruce's son Damian, the young Bruce was simply a sweet baby!

The young man finally stopped, as if he had made a decision, strode forward, and suddenly stretched out his hand to the old butler...

He tore off the cloth that blocked Alfred's mouth and said, "Otherwise, let's negotiate again and talk about the conditions. Maybe we can reach a consensus."

Alfred, who was tied to the chair, finally regained the ability to speak. He first sighed, and then said in a British accent: "Master Damian, don't do anything that will disappoint your father. I advise you to wait for Mr. Wayne to come back, and you and your son can sit down and talk face to face..."

"Mr. Wayne was originally a suspicious and controlling person. He didn't trust anyone. I just found something very interesting in the Batcave supercomputer - he even gave it to each of his closest comrades and friends. He has designed a perfect assassination plan. This is no longer cautious. This is obsessive-compulsive disorder and paranoid personality disorder. He has gone too far!"

The young man shook his head and said: "I don't think it is a good thing to meet him. He will instinctively want to exercise his paternal power and try to influence and control me in the name of 'education'. But I am a person who will never be controlled by anything." "Irresolvable conflicts will inevitably break out between us. I don't want to attract his attention so quickly and design such an assassination plan for me in the name of 'threatening the security of the earth.'"

"Child, you don't understand the responsibility your father shoulders." Alfred tried hard to persuade: "Without him, Gotham and even the earth..."

"The earth will rotate the same without anyone else. Even if the earth disappears, the universe will always exist. If the universe disappears, there will still be countless parallel universes of reincarnation and death!"

The young man impatiently interrupted the old housekeeper: "Even if one day he turns into a lunatic like a clown and starts doing crazy evil, someone will eventually stand up to stop him. This alone cannot convince me. Since you have no conditions to offer, Then come and listen to my terms."

As he spoke, the black-haired boy took out his tablet and folded computer and pulled out a photo. In the photo was a young and beautiful lady with a strong figure and sassy short hair.

"This girl's name is Julia Pennyworth. She is now in Japan and is being monitored by the elite assassins I brought from the Assassin's League." The young man said solemnly: "As long as I give the order..."

The girl in the photo is Alfred's long-lost daughter. The old housekeeper heard the implication of Damian's message. She wanted to threaten him with his daughter's life. Once he said no, he would be thousands of miles away the next moment. My daughter is about to turn into a cold corpse!

The old housekeeper's face changed drastically, his eyes widened, and he looked at the young man as if he were watching a devil showing its bloody claws. He never thought that the tiger father, of course, had no sons, but he might give birth to a son of the devil!

Do you want to betray Batman to save your daughter's life? Alfred is caught in a difficult moral dilemma and doesn't know how to make a choice.

"There will be a large group of handsome, young and rich ninjas with strong martial arts skills who will start a crazy pursuit of her!"

The young man threatened fiercely: "The handsome ninja will cheat her into bed and immediately abandon her! The next lover will take advantage of her when she is in love, and there will be no window of time in between. I promise She will go through at least a hundred failed relationships and have a hundred abortions!”

"Eh?"

The content of the threat was different from what he expected. The old butler was stunned at first, but when he understood what Damian meant, his expression became even worse, as if he had aged several years overnight, and he said tremblingly: "No. ...You can't treat Julia like this..."

The young man shrugged and said with a smile: "You think I will kill her? No, no, no... I'm not a devil. I can't kill people easily. Killing someone breaks the rules on the road, and it won't be good in the superhero circle in the future. Mixed up.

I'm just letting you experience the pain of being a father unable to interfere in your daughter's chaotic private life.

If you betray me, Bruce Wayne will feel the same pain because he thinks I have fallen, just as you desperately want to save your daughter from the whirlpool of emotional fraud, but her daughter thinks she has met true love and resists rebelliously, Bruce They will also desperately want to change me and correct me, but in vain, and instead destroy the remaining family affection. "