American comics: Only I know the plot

Chapter 103 Unwilling

After dealing with those guys, Batman signaled to Levi to clean up the scene, then his figure flashed and he quickly darted to the other side of the city.

Before dealing with these guys, Levi received a text message from Marcus.

The content remains simple, consisting of only a single, straightforward address.

As for where this address leads, both Levi and Batman know perfectly well.

Just as Li Wei and his officers finished cleaning up the scene, he received a communication message from Batman.

"Buddy, we've caught him."

Batman's cool voice came through the communicator, "However, the situation is not good. Although I held back this time, they still committed suicide..."

Having learned his lesson from last time, Batman deliberately held back this time, intending to capture the suspect alive.

But what he didn't expect was that, due to a moment of carelessness, the two people he had already taken control of committed suicide.

However, this situation actually made Batman feel a little better.

Judging from what happened last time, even if he held back, he still couldn't capture those two guys alive.

"Buddy, this isn't your fault. They probably planned this a long time ago."

Li Wei tried to comfort Batman, saying he never expected the two guys to be so decisive.

Originally, his plan was that since these two guys could keep regenerating, he could simply control them.

As long as these two guys are kept alive, they're like caged birds, completely incapable of causing any trouble.

However, things didn't go as planned; none of them expected that these two guys would be so decisive.

"Anyway, we stopped them again, and we saved Gotham once more, didn't we?"

Li Wei smiled and looked at Batman, cracking him a small joke.

In short, now that we have Marcus as an inside man, all that's left is to patiently compete.

Li Wei believed that as long as they returned empty-handed each time, these two guys wouldn't be able to continue this trick.

After all, people are willing to risk their lives for a business, but nobody does business that loses money...

Three days later, at a high-end club.

The Red Hoods launched a surprise attack and went on a killing spree inside.

The club was surrounded by police. Li Wei did not show up this time, but sat in the command vehicle outside the club and watched Batman perform.

In the surveillance footage, Batman's figure looked particularly sharp in the night.

He was like a real bat, able to pinpoint the location of the Red Hood without relying on his eyes.

No matter where these guys hide, no matter when they make their move, Batman always manages to interrupt them at the crucial moment.

After taking down those guys, he disappeared like a ghost.

Head straight to He Mang and Gao Le's hiding place, find those two rats in the gutter and kill them.

Once, twice, three times.

Gao Le and He Mang are reborn time and time again, and the players they control wear red hoods again and again, continuing to create chaos.

However, they gained no prestige whatsoever, as Batman would appear every time they began their operation, or even before they could make a move.

Batman, as if he could smell them, pinpointed their location precisely and dealt with them with ease.

He Mang and Gao Le tried many times, but each time the result was the same.

The players under his command were either knocked unconscious, captured alive, or even killed before they could even make a move, without gaining any reputation.

No matter how well He Mang and Gao Le hide, Batman will eventually find them.

Perhaps what makes them most proud is that they haven't been captured alive by Batman.

During this period of probing, they also discovered some clues.

Batman is becoming more and more cautious with each move, yet more and more sudden.

Judging from his expression, he seemed to be planning to capture the two of them alive.

Although they didn't understand Batman's purpose in doing this, He Mang and Gao Le still adhered to one principle.

They will do everything they can to make their opponents fail, whatever their opponents want to achieve.

Therefore, whenever they saw Batman, they would decisively commit suicide.

This is precisely why they even have some kind of aversion to black clothing...

In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Gao Le and He Mang sat on the cold cement floor.

Several empty wine bottles lay scattered in front of them, with shards of glass strewn all over the ground.

Several players who had been knocked down were still lying on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, groaning in pain.

Clearly, these two guys are taking out their frustrations on their players because of their recent bad luck.

If others saw this, they would be astonished.

After all, the infamous Red Hood gang in Gotham was beaten like a dead dog and left lying on the ground.

Gao Le smashed the wine bottle in his hand, shards of glass scattering all over the floor with a crisp sound.

His eyes were sunken and bloodshot, making him look particularly ferocious.

He kicked the metal frame next to him, which made a loud crash, and the debris on it fell to the ground.

Metal parts rolled onto the ground, making a clattering sound.

"Useless, all of you are useless!"

He roared, his voice hoarse, filled with endless anger and resentment.

"They can't even handle this simple task; they're a bunch of useless idiots!"

He Mang leaned against the cold wall, a bruise on his face—the result of bumping into it when he hadn't reacted in time.

His face was terribly gloomy, and his fingertips repeatedly rubbed the broken glass on the ground.

The sharp edge of the glass cut his fingertip, drawing blood.

He seemed oblivious to the pain, continuing to rub it, his eyes filled with resentment and bitterness.

The two looked at each other and saw resentment, helplessness, and a hint of despair in each other's eyes.

Gao Le clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his fingernails digging into his palms, drawing blood.

Blood beads slid from his palm, dripped onto the ground, and spread out in a small red patch.

He stared at the darkness outside the window for a long time, and the madness in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only exhaustion and despair.

Finally, he slowly loosened his fist and slumped to the ground.

He raised his hand to wipe his face, revealing a look of exhaustion. The muscles at the corners of his mouth trembled slightly, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He Mang also sighed, slumped to the ground, buried his face in his knees, and shrugged slightly, making a suppressed sound.

It sounded like she was crying, or perhaps venting.

He knew they had no way out.

Batman seems to have seen through their plans and always manages to find their hiding places.

If things continue like this, they will no longer be able to quickly gain prestige by manipulating the Red Hoods and creating carnage.

They knew in their hearts that this path was a dead end.

This is the path to quickly gain reputation by manipulating other players, playing as the Red Hood, and creating chaos.

Because of Levi and Batman, this path has been completely blocked, and they no longer have any chance.

Even if they are unwilling to give up, there is nothing they can do.

After all, no matter how many kills his players commit, or how much reputation they gain, it's meaningless if they don't benefit from it.

They can't cause any trouble right now.

They could only watch helplessly as this fastest path to accumulating reputation was completely blocked.

Moreover, after experiencing the powerful feeling brought by that attribute enhancement, He Mang and Gao Le both had a vague guess in their hearts.

He is also more wary of his players.

It's fair to say they'd rather have no reputation themselves than have these guys gain even the slightest bit of it.

If any of these guys actually gained immense power and brought that power back to the mortal world, neither of them could possibly withstand it.

Finally, Gao Le stood up and kicked away the empty wine bottle at his feet.

The bottle rolled a few times on the ground, hit the metal rack with a crisp sound, and then shattered into a pile of glass.

He walked out of the warehouse, his back looking forlorn, filled with endless resentment.

He Mang also got up from the ground and followed behind him.

The two figures disappeared into the Gotham night, never to look back.

...

Hope Home is bathed in sunshine, with golden sunlight streaming into the courtyard.

Sunlight fell on the lush green lawn, casting a warm glow.

Li Wei stood by the second-floor window, watching the children playing below.

Anna and Jamie chased after a butterfly, their faces beaming with smiles.

The crisp laughter echoed in the courtyard, sounding exceptionally pleasant.

Other children were also playing in the yard; some were swinging on swings, some were sliding down the slide, and some were sitting on the lawn drawing.

Each face wore a pure smile, like blooming flowers, shining brightly in the sunlight.

Li Wei stood at the window, gazing out through the large French windows.

His gaze fell on the children's smiling faces, and the melancholy in his eyes gradually faded, leaving only a trace of gentleness.

Sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on the floor and casting Li Wei's shadow.

His gaze was directed toward downtown Gotham, a place bustling with activity day and night.

But darkness still lurks in every corner of the city, and countless players are hiding in the shadows.

They are waiting for an opportunity to create chaos; this game is far from over.

Li Wei looked into the distance, his eyes filled with no fear, only determination and a hint of resolve.

For the sake of Gotham's peace, and to protect these children, he resolved to step forward.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns and dangers, he will keep going.

The children of Hope House are protecting this glimmer of light in Gotham.

As long as he has a breath left, he will fight to the end with these players hiding in the shadows and with this cruel game.

Police officers patrolled around Hope Home with steady steps and vigilant eyes, protecting this small community.

The children's laughter echoed in the yard, sounding exceptionally clear and crisp.

Their laughter was like a ray of sunshine, shining into the darkness of Gotham and into Levi's heart, giving him the courage and strength to keep going.

...

Gotham's tranquility is like a thin layer of ice covering the city's neon lights and darkness.

On the lawn of Hope House, the children's laughter was carried by the wind and spread around Li Wei's footsteps.

He crouched down and helped Anna pick up the colorful ball that had rolled to her feet. His fingertips touched the softness of the rubber, and the ball's surface still felt the warmth of the afternoon sun.

At a stone table not far away, Gordon had a cigarette dangling from his lips, the butt glowing with a tiny ember.

He raised his hand and rubbed his temples; the bloodshot eyes had faded considerably from days of relaxation.

Although Batman did not appear in front of the children, he was hiding in a sycamore tree in the yard.

A black cloak hung down, covering most of his body.

The police officers patrolled very quietly, circling Hope Home again and again.

The metal baton tapped against the palm of the hand, making a soft, rhythmic sound.

The patrols during this period have given many ignorant people a new understanding of Hope Home.

Two other guys originally wanted to come in under the cover of night to investigate, but they ended up running into Batman.

As for their fate, there's no need to elaborate.

Since the Red Hood disappeared, the sound of police sirens has been silent on the streets of Gotham for three whole days.

The front page headlines were no longer about robbery and murder, but about the city hall's new proposal.

Even the persistent smell of blood in the air was somewhat diluted by the light drizzle.

Li Wei handed the ball to Anna and watched the little girl skip and run away.

He stood up and walked over to Gordon, where two cups of cold coffee sat on the stone table, their sides covered in condensation.

Gordon pushed a cup towards him, with a little coffee stain on the rim.

Batman walked over and swept his fingertips across the table.

He picked up another glass, downed it in one gulp with a bold gesture, without showing any expression.

If you didn't know who this guy was, just by looking at the way he drank his coffee, you would definitely think he was a rude fellow.

Li Wei shook his head as he watched this scene. He really was a guy who cared about his image, always thinking about how to look even more handsome.

"The Red Hooded men have either been arrested or dispersed, and the mastermind behind them has made no new moves."

Gordon exhaled a puff of smoke, which drifted into the air and was torn apart by the wind.

"My old bones can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Batman's gaze swept across the windows of Hope House, where the children's shadows were reflected in the glass.

He nodded slightly, the communicator on his wrist resting quietly without making a sound.

Li Wei held the coffee cup, his fingertips touching the cool cup wall, the warmth of the rim seeping through his skin.

His gaze went beyond the fence to the distant city skyline.

The neon lights there began to illuminate, gradually adorning Gotham's twilight. Levi's fingers unconsciously traced the rim of his glass; he remained silent.

This peace, however, is ultimately short-lived.

...

The abandoned train station on the outskirts of the city is covered with rust on the tracks, and the steel pillars stand crookedly.

The glass dome was mostly shattered, and the broken glass spread out on the ground, creating a cold, reflective surface.

The wind blew in through the broken entrance, carrying dust and making the old GG sign hanging on the pillar rattle.

Gao Le leaned against an abandoned green train carriage, with empty wine bottles scattered all over the ground at his feet.

Glass shards were scattered between the rails, reflecting a sliver of sunlight filtering through the dome.

He was clutching an unopened bottle of whiskey in his hand, the glass slightly warped from his grip, the liquid sloshing around inside with a soft gurgling sound.

He Mang sat on the steps of the carriage, a cigarette between his fingers.

He didn't even notice the cigarette burning his fingertips until they trembled from the heat, at which point he abruptly shook off the cigarette butt.

A cigarette butt fell into the grease stain on the ground, ignited a small flame, which was quickly extinguished by the wind, leaving behind a wisp of black smoke.

Although he had no visible injuries, his increasingly sinister gaze made him appear extraordinary.

"Are we just going to let this go?"

Gao Le's voice broke the silence of the station; it was hoarse, as if it had been sanded.

He raised his hand and slammed the whiskey onto the rails. The bottle shattered, and the amber liquid splattered onto the rust, releasing a strong aroma.

"We're stuck in this wretched place like two stray dogs, all because of that Li Wei, or some bat?"

He Mang looked up and his gaze fell on Gao Le. His fingertips traced the rust on the steps, leaving a shallow mark.

"What else can we do?" His voice was low, filled with suppressed anger.

"Every time we make a move, the bats seem to have eyes."

His men were either arrested or knocked unconscious.

As for us, we're the main targets of their attention, yet we can't even gain a shred of prestige.