[Comprehensive British and American] The son of the villain does not want to inherit the family busi

"Since I'm already planning to pay back the money, can you return the trademark to me?"

Ke Erwen's original plan was to wear out the clothes and take them to the black market for second conversion. If a trademark is missing now, things will not be easy to handle—even if it is an informal place, if you want to sell A good price, relevant proof of clothing brand must be there.

The young man stared closely at the piece of fabric that was in stark contrast to the leather glove, and the expectation in his eyes was self-evident, but all Bruce Wayne did was grab a corner of the fabric and throw it into his universal belt .

Min Ke, who belongs to the top detective, told him that every word Ke Wen said this time was genuine, and there was no difference at all in terms of speech speed or logic, but it was still far from the information he had. Far.

He had seen the current video of the royal gentleman's house, and that poor house had long since lost its original high-end appearance.The cameras and hidden organs were all destroyed, and the weapon storage with dozens of biological locks and combination locks was mercilessly turned out, even the most heavily guarded computer inside was not let go.

"Do you understand? This is a complete and premeditated attack!"

When Bruce Wayne was communicating with Merlin, the agent who hadn't changed his expression after dozens of weapons were pointed at his head threw the table angrily——

"Don't tell me about thieves, I've seen a lot of little bastards who only care about money and clothes, and sometimes I'm even kind enough to let them take a thing or two. However, none of them can trigger the in-store safety warning, let alone make everything like this!"

Bruce Wayne didn't express any other views on this, because his views were almost the same as Merlin's.

No thief would cause such a sensation for a piece of clothing or a little money. He was more inclined to confront the identity of the intruder and the trump card agent, and his purpose was nothing more than stealing information or simply malicious revenge.

Therefore, when screening candidates, Bruce Wayne focused on the above two types of people.Just when he thought he would find a character similar to Bane or other characters who gave people a very destructive feeling just by looking at them, a petite young man who was carelessly wearing a suit and didn't even tear off his logo appeared.

Well, to be precise, it can't be described as "petite", because according to the information in the Batcave, Kervin's height belongs to the above-average category.But when Bruce Wayne looked at him from the perspective of Batman, he really felt that he was a thin, narrow little one.

However, maybe he did miss it.After discovering the trademark, he found wristwatches, umbrellas and other items on the young man-almost everything that the ace agents lost.In this way, the probability of Colvin being the attacker is as high as 60.00%.

Just as Bruce Wayne was using his computer-like brain to perform precise calculations, the clown finally threw away the wooden bin that had already been shot with a photon bow in his hand, and then took out something from behind.

He kissed it affectionately, and then threw it this way.This thing looks round, with a q-version clown head painted on it.

Ke Wen watched the thing fall towards him helplessly, and felt from the bottom of his heart that this was much more creative than the "surprises" the clown gave him before.

Also, he had enough of ducklings that spewed laughing gas at regular intervals, ties that spewed sulfuric acid, and poisonous pastry pies.Now he was a little curious about what kind of new trick this was.

Seeing the thing getting closer and closer, and about to touch the tip of the young man's nose, a grapple-like thing shot out from the other side, grabbing the thing firmly like a doll, and then took it in the opposite direction.

In the third second that these two things came into contact with each other, the round thing exploded.Small streams of liquid splashed out from inside, smoked at a speed visible to the naked eye by the temporary grapple, and melted into water—that was a highly corrosive liquid.

In order to confirm the remaining 40.00% possibility, Bruce Wayne has been observing the movements of the youth and the clown, but this does not mean that he will watch Colvin in danger.

The clown bent down and picked up the grappling hook that had mostly melted away, leaving only an uneven corner.He stuck out his tongue and licked his tongue on it, and then threw it away as if he was not satisfied with its taste.

The slight impact sound was like some kind of signal, and the members of the Clown Gang distributed in various parts of the hall took out spherical objects that were exactly the same as the clowns.

Perhaps a single thing of this kind is not very harmful, but when they are gathered together and fall like raindrops, the power produced is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Bruce Wayne came to Kervin's side in twos and threes, speaking so crisply that it almost seemed like an order, "Open the umbrella."

Because of this sentence, the young man's eyes gradually slipped to the umbrella that he hadn't paid too much attention from the beginning.The cloth of this umbrella is extremely thick, and it looks very high-grade, but... this does not mean that it can block strong corrosive liquids.

Attention turned around on the umbrella, and finally fell on Batman. The suspicion in Ke Wen's eyes was barely concealed-Batman must have used his bat equipment too much, thinking that all black things were of low quality. Same as he piled in the Batcave?

Bruce Wayne didn't have the habit of saying what he wanted to say once, twice, or three times. He did it himself without taking any action.

The black gloves put on the handle of the umbrella without hesitation, and Ke Wen's hand, which was a whole circle smaller than it, was squeezed up and just fixed in the middle of the two gloves.

The young man moved his fingers uncomfortably, but in return he only got a cloak that was swept over his calf -- it was like a tap from a teacher to a distracted student in class.

The mushroom-shaped umbrella surface unfolded towards the thrown things, allowing the strong corrosive solution to be sprayed on it without shaking, as if the liquid was just ordinary water.

"how did you do that?"

Colvin's eyes widened, and he couldn't stop poking the inside of the umbrella with his hands. In the end, only Bruce Wayne's hand was left on the handle.

The young man let go suddenly, but Batman's hand is extremely steady, and his timing is surprisingly good.Even in the face of this situation, the umbrella did not deviate from the direction.Not only that, but he could even turn the umbrella sideways just before the liquid was about to drip down the ribs onto Ke Wen's body.

"Surprised?" Bruce Wayne glanced at the young man beside him after the things that hit the umbrella surface gradually became less dense.

"why not?"

Ke Wen's eyes were firmly glued to the umbrella, and now he began to regret why he didn't take more of this thing at the beginning - who would have thought that this thing that seemed to only increase the charm value was so practical?

The astonishment on the young man's face did not seem to be fake, it seemed that he really didn't know that the umbrella in his hand could still be used like this.But...if he doesn't even know these things that most insiders understand, why would Kervin attack Kingsman's base?

For some reason, Bruce Wayne always had a premonition: he seemed to have walked into a dead end of thinking unintentionally.

Seeing that long-distance throwing weapons were useless, the members of the Clown Gang gradually surrounded them under the instruction of the Clown.They carried wooden bins or knives and were menacing.

Bruce Wayne let go of the umbrella in his hand, let it roll to the side, then grabbed Colvin's wrist, and lifted it up.

This time, the young man was so obedient and obedient, he could lift it to any angle, even the eyes of the man beside him became bright, as if waiting for a powerful elder to perform a miracle.

Most people would find this kind of gaze very useful, but Bruce Wayne didn't, because Heis Batman--Batman has always been absolutely rational and unyielding, even when dealing with enemies, he repeatedly tested Colvin's reaction.

The surface of the watch was pressed and rotated by fingers, and a line of text with a strong sense of mechanics jumped out of the time scale above it.The next moment, a small opening was suddenly opened close to Colvin's wrist, and an extremely thin needle shot out from it, and then stabbed into the neck of a nearby clown gang member.

The member didn't have time to react, and before his hand touched the pricked place, he fell limply and seemed to have passed out.

"Wonderful, it's like a plot in a comic."

In Ke Wen's memory, there seems to be a protagonist in an island country comic who also likes to do this. With a click of "bui", all kinds of ghosts and monsters have to fall to the ground as a shield for him to analyze the case.

Bruce Wayne didn't look at him, just turned the young man's wrist in another direction, and continued to aim at the next person.

At this moment, Ke Wen suddenly turned his head to him, and his raised hair scratched his cheek a little itchy, "It's unbelievable that an ordinary clothing store can produce such things .”

"I'm already curious about what kind of effect the weapon you designed, which is said to be of the highest level of sophistication, can achieve."

Bruce Wayne still didn't speak, but the speed of firing the needle was half a second slower than before.He pursed his lips to cover it up, and was just about to find his next target, when he heard the young man's request——

"Can you let me try it? I think this is quite interesting."

The man glanced at Ke Wen, and calmly loosened his grip on the other's wrist, leaving enough room for the other to move.

And the next moment, Ke Erwen had spontaneously raised his hand, and hit a member of the Clown Gang on the forehead.The thin needle sprang out with a "swish", and hit the red heart.

The young man admired his masterpiece, and then showed a slightly smug smile, "This is quite simple, I think it's not bad."

Cheering on himself is Kerwin's habit during training.The field he used for training was relatively empty, and his old father was very busy, so he rarely had time to watch. Only by doing so would he not appear so lonely.

"Ah."

A voice that was almost inaudible, whether it was a hallucination or not, sounded from beside my ears.Ke Wen subconsciously searched for the source of the sound, but the only one who was close enough to be heard at this volume was... The Dark Knight.