aircannonsinc Chapter 140 Father and Son
Chapter 140 Father and Son
Chapter 140 Father and Son
When you're suddenly dragged out of bed in the middle of the night, believe me, you'll be yawning like crazy, just like me.
From Zatana Zatala.
Batman has witnessed the dead coming back to life and returning to the world.
Of course, he wasn't referring to his family.
But she is a friend who is not family but is closer than family.
Superman, one of the world's best partners.
The son of Krypton, the son of tomorrow, a man who symbolizes hope.
Of course, whatever his name is.
One fact has occurred to him.
That was because he had died in the battle against Doomsday.
But one day later, he returned to their side.
And Jason—
Batman doesn't know how he was resurrected and returned to Earth.
At least at that time, he could personally feel the departure of a close relative.
A strange place.
"First of all, I don't understand why you brought me here in the middle of the night. Secondly, I'm very sleepy, so please ask me any questions you have. Finally, I'm really tired."
The woman wearing a top hat yawned, her beautiful oval face drowsy and looking very sleepy.
The woman's name is Zatana Zatala.
He is a magician.
She met Batman when he was a teenager, and they had a close relationship, being each other's best friends.
Zatana patted her lips and sleepily glanced at the disc at her feet.
The circular disc was completely sealed off, as if locking away something ominous.
"Are there any traces of magic?" Batman asked, his face completely obscured by shadow.
Zatana glanced at him and found that her old friend's face was somewhat obscured, whether due to the lighting in the space or some other reason.
"No. I haven't found any signs of magic that indicate it has been tampered with."
Zatana stared at the disc: "And this looks like it's been sealed tightly for years. Judging from the method, ha, you did it yourself."
"That's just what you say," Batman said.
Zatana glanced at him sideways, her hands on her arms, her expression one of utter speechlessness.
"I said that? I know this very well, you sealed them all up yourself... By the way, why didn't you go find Lei Xiaogu yourself?"
"It's as if they knew in advance that I would be going to look for them; the locations in the Middle East indicate that they left at least a week ago."
Batman spoke slowly, explaining to the female sorceress why he had approached her.
After learning that Jason's body was not in the coffin, he immediately pinned the clues on Reshogu.
The other party was an old man who had lived for several centuries.
If Jason has a chance to be resurrected, then the opponent's control of the Lazarus Pool has a high probability of resurrecting Jason.
But they ran away.
It was as if they had guessed that I would come looking for them.
So Batman approached this magical friend, hoping to find some deeper information about the Pool of Lazarus.
"That's a shame," Zatana said casually. "So what do you want to know from me?"
Batman asked, "Can the Pool of Lazarus bring the dead back to life?"
Zatana stared at him intently for a moment, then said, "No."
Batman continued, "Speculation or fact?"
I believe this is a fact; that's what the books say, after all, I haven't used it myself.” Zatana replied.
"So this is a speculation, and it has the possibility of resurrecting the dead."
"Maybe."
Zatana yawned again; she seemed really sleepy.
"Listen, Bruce, I still don't understand why you insisted I come here. What happened?"
Batman didn't answer, but turned and walked towards the exit of the space.
Zatana was speechless, then yawned again and caught up with the other person.
"I need to establish a fact," Batman said.
"What fact?" Zatana asked curiously.
99
"That's great, I shouldn't have asked."
"Are there any crows that can resurrect the dead?"
"Am I the one who didn't sleep, or are you? What kind of question is that???"
Gotham.
The underground world.
Of course, this underworld refers to the Gotham underworld, which involves all sorts of dirty deals.
It is also the underworld of a crime tycoon.
Outside a luxurious private room.
"Daniel? You're not dead?!"
"You really want me to die, don't you???"
"Of course not, buddy, I just... you know... the boss is waiting for you inside. What's that in your bag?"
"You wouldn't want to know."
Daniel nodded to the bodyguards acting as doormen, then pushed open the door to the private room and went inside.
Upon entering, he saw a man sitting on the sofa in the private room, with his legs crossed and wearing a black skull mask.
It's a black mask.
"Boss."
The man with the black mask and tiny, beady eyes glanced at Daniel.
Daniel lowered his head, avoiding looking at the black-masked face: "Tonight's deal was fairly successful."
"It was a success?!"
Upon hearing his subordinate's report, Black Mask immediately became agitated.
He was like a patient with severe hyperthyroidism, unable to control his emotions.
"I just survived an assassination attempt tonight! Then, while Batman was out arresting the attacker, I made a deal..."
The man in black grabbed a wine glass and smashed it at Daniel.
Daniel seemed startled by his sudden movement, his whole body trembling as the wine glass brushed past him. The black-masked man pointed at him and said coldly, "If you dare to dodge again, I'll personally sever your Achilles tendons!"
"Feel sorry!"
The man in the black mask circled in place, took a few steps, and frantically inhaled and exhaled.
He then stopped and asked, "So the payment was all settled, but the goods were all stolen by those damned red-hooded thugs, right?"
Daniel nodded: "Yes, and he also asked me to bring these to you."
He threw down the bag he had been carrying on his shoulder.
The handbag slammed heavily onto the expensive carpet with a dull thud.
"What's inside?" the man in the black mask asked, squinting.
"...the four assassins you sent out."
Daniel was pale, swallowed hard, and his fingers trembled as he pulled on the zipper of his handbag, revealing a bloody scene inside.
Four unseeing heads were piled haphazardly together, each with a small black hole in it, the blood that had flowed out long since dried.
Why?!
The man in black suddenly clenched his arms, trembling with rage.
He roared, "Why the hell didn't Batman take care of this damn Red Hood?!"
"Is he out of his mind to leave such a lunatic in Gotham?!"
The man in black walked up to Daniel and suddenly punched him in the stomach.
"You're quite strong..."
As soon as he finished speaking, he started making a lot of noise again.
"What a load of bull! The Four Assassins are utterly useless!!!"
The man in the black mask fiercely placed the bag containing four human heads on the carpet.
The four heads were neatly arranged together, but because of his actions, they all fell out.
Then Black Mask picked the head he disliked the most.
He kicked Rui on the head, sending it flying like a ball.
A head slammed into the wall, leaving a bloody mark.
The man in black turned around and snapped, "What else did he say?!"
"He said he would come to find you," Daniel replied.
Then the man in black stepped forward and punched him in the stomach again.
"You're really strong. Don't participate in these trading activities anymore. Stick with me."
"..clear."
After saying that, Black Mask stomped his foot angrily on the spot: "Damn Batman, stupid Red Hood, damn Batman, brain-dead Red Hood!!!!!!!!!"
"What exactly are those two trying to do?!"
"One of them sabotaged my original deal, and the other tried to assassinate me. Was this all planned?!"
"And this crazy, bat-like freak actually allowed that idiot Red Hood to stay in Gotham and kill people?! And he didn't do anything to stop it?!"
"Or is it that he simply lacks the ability to stop it?!"
"you!"
Daniel looked up, staring blankly at the black mask, not understanding why the other person had suddenly brought up the topic of him.
"Tell me your thoughts!"
"what?"
"explain!"
Another punch landed on Daniel's hard and soft abdomen.
"...Perhaps he wants to wait until you and Red Hood fight to the death."
"The fisherman reaps the benefits!?"
The man in black mask turned around, found a new head, and kicked it.
"Does he think this is some kind of football match?! Did he plan all this together, using different tactics to try and score against my goalkeeper?!"
"You muscle-bound idiot, you know absolutely nothing about Batman!!!"
"..." Daniel secretly twitched the corner of his mouth.
Fortunately, Black Mask didn't see this action, otherwise he would have gotten punched again.
He would definitely not tolerate this idiot again if he got punched again.
He's going to activate plan one-b!
"Batman will never let this madman run rampant in Gotham. He will never catch that damn Red Hood!"
"or.."
The man in the black mask walked up to a human head, placed his foot on the person's face, and flipped the head over.
"Damn, this guy is really ugly!"
Then he kicked someone in the head.
The man in black, hands on his hips, sighed resignedly.
"Or rather, I fucking innocently stumbled into their fighting zone..."
Black Mask pondered the mad decision that had suddenly appeared in his mind.
Then he glanced at the human head on the ground.
"You're new here."
"I'm here, sir."
Do you have any good ideas?
"Ouch... Ouch!"
Daniel found himself punched in the stomach again.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Perhaps, boss, you could hire a more skilled assassin to deal with them, or..."
"Or what?!"
The man in black instantly grabbed Daniel by the collar and coldly interrogated him.
Daniel said, "Or it could disrupt the war situation."
The man in the black mask narrowed his eyes, staring intently at his subordinate.
A moment later, he suddenly let go and then patted him hard on the shoulder.
"You're smart, kid. Following me is the best decision you've ever made."
"Serving you is my duty..."
"roll."
"it is good."
Daniel was driven away by the black-masked man.
He stepped out of the private room, casually greeted the bodyguards outside, then spent a few minutes returning to the grocery store upstairs. When he stepped outside, Gotham was already brightening.
Morning has arrived.
Daniel stretched and then rubbed his slightly sore abdomen.
"I'll kill you sooner or later," he whispered.
Then a grayish-feathered crow flew over to him and landed on his shoulder.
"Being around with you has messed up my sleep schedule!"
"Really? I assure you, it will be over soon."