I become light in American comics

Wayne Group, Department of Science and Technology.

There was a crisp sound of verification outside the door, and Bruce Wayne in a suit walked straight in. The black man who was immersed in playing with a small circuit board in front of the case put down his work and looked up.

"Ah, Mr. Wayne." He smiled, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Lucius Fox, head of Wayne Group's technology department, is also a legendary figure.

Youdao has millions of bat technologies, and Fox must account for at least half of them. He is one of the few people who knows the identity of Batman under the mask. He is also Batman's main technical advisor and is proficient in many fields such as medicine, chemistry, and mechanical engineering.

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

Tinkerbell.

Yes, Fox probably plays such a role. His daily work process is basically that when Batman encounters some new villains with weird abilities, he will come back to study countermeasures after being devastated, and then Fox can always develop some targeted equipment according to the situation. Batman who likes to propose new equipment often Immediately turn defeat into victory, and he is still the king of the second round.

It's somewhat similar to Nobita's mode of "Doraemon help me" when he returns home after suffering a loss.

"I heard about the Riddler." Fox stood up and said, "I guessed that you might come over. I have designed a new flood control system, and the board of directors is also interested in taking over the project.

I took a rough look at the blueprints and found a few spaces that could be reserved for Batman. We can take the initiative next time this happens."

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

"Huh?" Fox raised his eyebrows, "Oh, so you want to upgrade your equipment? The new model of the grapple gun is still being debugged. Oh, by the way, I have already cut out the cloak I mentioned last time for you. Power it up It can harden quickly afterward, so it should have good performance as a hang glider.”

"No, that's not all this time, Fox."

Bruce shook his head.

"This time, I want armor."

Fox: "?"

"Armor situation?"

"The energy index is 74%." Pal said, "The performance of the last battle basically met expectations, but there are still a few small areas that are recommended for fine-tuning. The joints of the arms are slightly stiff, and the light energy transmission efficiency of the two transmission channels is still there. Room for improvement"

"Write it down for me and make improvements later." Shen You said.

In this actual combat test against demon spirits, the performance of the second-generation armor was quite satisfactory. In addition to its own performance increase, the main contribution should be attributed to N metal. Monsters, demons, and demons all belong to the magic side in nature, and N metal and Amazon metal are both good at magic resistance, so their damage is like scratching on the armor.

In the end, the demon gang was successfully wiped out, and a bumper harvest of experience was achieved.

The increase in light energy last night was also quite gratifying, but the main contribution came from his feat of pushing the flood. Only that short ten-second video has gone viral on the Internet, and he grabbed all the headlines from large and small media in one fell swoop.

Even the big news about Batman uniforming the Riddler had to step aside. Interestingly, an insider revealed that the Riddler was in a very bad state of mind when he was imprisoned in Arkham. It seems that the fact that his Flood was forced back gave him a lot of stimulation.

"Is there a search for Rachel Ross?" Parr asked.

"Okay, but move the priority back a little. Let's first see what's going on with the Kryptonian or the guy who looks like a Kryptonian."

Obviously this one on the to-do list deserves more attention.

Since Krypton exploded, among the three or two big cats and kittens left on Krypton, except for Boy Scout and Silly Baitian, who are the ancestral members of the two families of Superman and Supergirl, the remaining ones are basically villains.

Maybe it's even related to Kara.

In the DC world, databases such as those of the Pentagon, CIA, and FBI are basically public toilets, which are accessed ten to eight times a week on average. On Monday, Cyborg came in for a look, on Tuesday Batman came in for a few poops, on Wednesday a bald guy from the metropolitan area came in for a walk, and on Thursday several people accidentally crashed into a car and just joined a table to play Landlord.

Anyway, there were so many people coming in and out all day long, so Shen Youxunsi wanted to go in and out, so he asked Parr to apply for an annual pass for himself, so he could go in and look around to see if he had any inside information.

And sure enough, there was progress.

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

Naturally, there is something similar to the "Dark Web" in Gotham City. It's a dark corner filled with gangs, killers, contraband trade, and even Gotham's top politicians who may come in wearing vests to get involved.

It was here that Shen You discovered some clues.

"Aliens are in Gotham!"

An anonymous post on a forum said.

Shen You clicked on it and browsed it.

The general story is that there was a gangster on the lower street. After eating hot pot and singing songs with a few buddies, on the way back in the evening, he suddenly saw a beautiful woman on the street.

The eyes of several buddies lit up. In a place like Gotham, they basically assume that women hanging out alone at this point, nine out of ten female perverts, are all out to have fun.

So several people jumped up excitedly.

Then several people all played GG.

"It's not an illusion, she's not a human being, definitely not a human being!" the poster said angrily, "She was as strong as a monster, and she broke the microphone's tube with just one move! Several brothers were knocked down by her in an instant, too much It’s weird, like a ghost, we didn’t even see her move!”

Then an old man appeared from downstairs with a rather strange focus: "That pipe you are talking about, is it serious?"

"I'm talking about the steel pipe! Guys who copied it in their hands, what are you thinking?"

Another person questioned: "You must have been drunk at that time? Maybe she just learned women's self-defense skills. This is Gotham, there is nothing strange, right?"

"Have you ever seen a woman who teaches self-defense to shoot lasers into her eyes?" the poster retorted.

"Then she is so strong, how are you still alive?"

There was a gap of several minutes between the replies this time. It seemed that the poster was having a fierce psychological struggle.

Then he finally replied: "Well, it's not like my kidneys or kidneys are not working properly, so I just watched from behind and my brothers didn't get up, so I escaped."

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Then the painting style below became distorted. Either they sympathize with my brother, or they feel the same way, and some even take the opportunity to promote small pills.

He is extremely powerful, extremely fast, and most importantly, he can shoot lasers from his eyes.

It sounds quite similar.

"Help me find the poster and find out his identity. This is our witness." Shen You said.

"The poster is anonymous and the information has not been made public. The IP is being traced."

Parr was extremely efficient. The information on the display screen changed rapidly, and the results quickly popped up.

"Target locked."

"Traced to an address in Uptown, a casino on Ninety-second Street. Sal Maroney's property, a front for illegal financial activities.

The current casino operator is a small boss in Sal Maroney's branch named Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot. "

As he spoke, photos and a series of display information were displayed on the screen.

Shen You glanced at the name and narrowed his eyes.

Very familiar ID