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

Chapter 582 Hardcore Tribute and War Prelude

The old man finally chose to believe Chen Yan's words, not because Chen Yan praised his son as a hero, but because Chen Yan never showed any hostility from beginning to end, even though he had been attacking him aggressively.

Although the Bat Family's ancestral suspicion still makes Old Thomas suspicious of Chen Yan, fortunately, he is no longer so obviously hostile.

"My son is a better, better Batman."

These are his exact words.

Taking this opportunity, Chen Yan informed Thomas about Barry's appearance and suit style, and asked Thomas if he had any information about Barry, and Thomas responded in the affirmative.

The missing Flash, Barry Allen, is in the Batcave in the Flashpoint world.

So the misunderstanding was resolved, and the two people quietly watched the whole Gotham from high in the sky, each with their own thoughts.

Maybe the old man is still thinking about information about another timeline, but...

If nothing else, there will be an accident.

The old bat's expression moved slightly, as if he felt something. He said in a low voice: "Someone is coming."

"Wait for me at Wayne Manor... huh?"

However, as soon as the old man turned his head and wanted to say a few words, he saw that there was nothing behind him.

The uninvited guest from another world left quietly. The old man didn't even know when he left.

Where it originally stood, there was only a scarlet dart inserted into the steel frame, which was shaped like a dragon's head.

"A blood-red dragon... a blood dragon?" The old man murmured as he pulled out the dart. "I'm really... old."

Only Batman has always disappeared behind others, but today, the same trick was used on the old man.

Unfortunately, now is not the time to think about this, because another uninvited guest has already arrived.

In the dark Gotham, even a hint of white will look very abrupt, and the shining silver white will be even more so.

"laugh--"

The sound of the jet was not loud, but for Thomas Wayne, who was accustomed to the dark nights of Gotham, the sound was more or less harsh.

He remembered the sound and knew who made the sound...

He was a boy scout with simple thoughts but always powerful power, a fool with the dream of "making the world a better place", a "reliable" special adviser to the Department of National Security next to the President of the United States, in other words... a lackey of the American government.

Vic Stone, codename [Cyborg]. That is, Cyborg's peer in the Flashpoint timeline.

A hint of impatience flashed in the old man's eyes. He took out his grappling gun, grabbed the rope that bound Youyou, and turned around to leave.

"Batman, please wait."

A baritone mixed with electronic sounds sounded, accompanied by the sound of heavy footsteps.

The old man did not stop, raised the grappling gun in the distance, and responded in a deep voice: "You shouldn't be here."

"You shouldn't evade responsibility..." Vic frowned, and his mechanized palm grabbed the old man's shoulder, forcing the old man not to leave.

"Responsibility?" Thomas sneered, "What responsibility am I evading?"

"...Aren't you curious about how I found you?" Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Vic seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his expression, so he had to find a way to change the topic.

"Heat-sensing vision, over-control hearing, cyber network access permissions, and can access any camera in any city. Do you need me to continue?" Thomas tilted his head behind him expressionlessly. "It's different with the authorization of His Excellency the President. It seems that being the President's lackey is pretty good, right?"

"I told you that's not the case." Wick responded to Thomas' cynicism with a serious face, "As a national security adviser, I can help more people."

"Such as saving the life of a perverted murderer?" Thomas looked at the unconscious Yoyo on his shoulder with a hint of intent. "Maybe you should 'help' people in other cities."

"We want to help everyone." Vic sighed, "While...this world still exists."

"'We'?" Thomas turned around slowly and asked.

Vic gently pressed a button on his arm, and a light green holographic image instantly appeared in front of the two of them. It was a group of guys wearing strange clothes. The old bat's clothes looked a bit antique in front of the group of young people in front of him. There is also a small group of guys who look normal, but they are all a bunch of brats.

"Hologram party?" Thomas snorted sarcastically without expression. "It's quite special. You even save money on snacks and drinks."

"Witch, Pied Piper, Frozen Citizen, Shadow, Sandman, Wonder Boys..." Cyborg reached out to those holographic images, not caring about the old bat's cynicism, and actively introduced Thomas.

"I'll go! It's Batman? Is it really him?!" In the holographic image, a fat member of the Wonder Boys suddenly had light in his eyes when he saw Thomas, but the one in the C position The slender boy frowned in an mature manner, rubbed his chin and complained: "He looks older than I thought..."

"But my hearing is very good." Thomas' already cold expression seemed to be darker at this moment.

The members of the Magic Youth League looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

"I think you know why I'm here, Batman." Vic chose to change the topic at the right time to ease the embarrassment. An additional holographic screen was controlled by him and slowly unfolded in front of Thomas, "War..."

In the picture, there is a rough sea and dense black shadows...

The people of the sea, or in other words, the army of Atlanteans.

The surging waves swallowed up the entire city... No, not just the city, but the entire continent!

That’s Western Europe…

"The Atlanteans manipulated the sea to sink the entire Western European continent, killing more than 100 million people, and when the Amazons invaded England and named it 'New Themischira', they also caused 3,000 deaths Two million people were killed.”

The screen switched, and countless women wearing retro metal armor destroyed the city's buildings like wild beasts. Soldiers holding modern firearms and large numbers of armored tanks were so powerless in front of them. They tore apart all resistance like a violent storm. With the power of the city, only the wailing people, ruined walls, mountains of corpses and seas of blood are left.

Vic looked at the horrific scene, his eyes full of anger and unwillingness. His voice was extremely low, and he made his request to the old bat:

"We must stop the atrocities of the King of the Sea and the Queen of the Amazons before the world is completely destroyed..."

"We need your help, Batman."