Chapter 159: Gotham Avengers (Part 2)

Last night, just as it got dark, Batman was standing on the top of the Gotham Cathedral bell tower, looking at the dark alleys under his feet.

The rain in Gotham, the umbrellas of the Viking Umbrella Shop, the Court of Owls, the gunshots in the dark alleys, the scattered pearl necklaces...

Batman closed his eyes, and everything began to connect in his mind, but there were still many vague details that needed him to investigate and explore.

In the end, he still focused on Louis, the murderer.

From the top of the church bell tower, a black shadow jumped down, like a real bat, he passed through countless dark alleys, and landed on the window of the attic of a building between the flickering light and shadow.

Looking down from the skylight, the old Louis slumped in a chair. He was completely unable to move and could only survive on the garbage piled around him.

When Batman entered the room, he did not react at all. His eyes were blind and his ears were deaf. He had no idea that an uninvited guest had broken in.

Unfortunately, Batman didn't get any clues from him. Louis was too old. Not only did he suffer from Alzheimer's disease, but he was also seriously ill. He might not live for more than a month. Batman couldn't ask anything from such a person. He had already turned this attic into a garbage dump, and he couldn't find anything useful.

Batman could only change his target. He came to the old house of Edward's family.

The Edward family was once one of the four major families in the East District, and was as famous as the Cobblepot family. However, their family did not decline like the Cobblepot family, mainly because they had a dock in their hands. With the dock as a guarantee, their risk resistance was much higher than that of other families.

However, they still couldn't escape the Godfather's pursuit. Old Edward was dead, and little Edward didn't know where the Godfather had taken him. Now the whole old house was taken over by the Falcone family. However, Falcone didn't attach much importance to it, so Batman entered the house with almost no obstacles.

It was dark in Edward's old house, without any lights, but this did not bother Batman. After a careful search, Batman finally found what he wanted, an umbrella with the Viking emblem.

In the office of Arkham Asylum, Batman put the two parts on the table at the same time, pointed at them and said to Schiller: "Look here, the same burn marks, the damage to your umbrella is not an accident."

Schiller narrowed his eyes and found that Batman was right. The damage of the two parts was exactly the same, and the threads were burned.

Logically speaking, umbrellas are not guns or artillery shells. Even if Gotham fights small wars every day, the chance of umbrellas going to the battlefield is almost zero. Therefore, the most likely way for umbrellas to be damaged is that the ribs are broken, the parts are loose or fall off.

But it is absolutely impossible that one of the small parts of the ribs is burned, causing the whole umbrella to break.

Since Schiller did not know much about this knowledge, when the back half of one of the ribs broke, he thought it was just like the damage of an ordinary umbrella, with a problem with the connection part.

But now think about it, although it rains every day in Gotham, it is not often windy, and the parts where the umbrella ribs are connected are not subjected to that much force, but it is still broken completely.

Now, the truth is in front of him, the same umbrella produced by the same umbrella maker, the same part has the same damage method, which can only mean one thing - everything is premeditated.

"The Court of Owls is more evil than we thought." Batman's voice was very low. He said, "They don't want to leave any survivors. Everyone in Gotham, whether they didn't buy an umbrella or bought an umbrella, will end up with only one outcome..."

"And you should have thought of a fact." Schiller looked into Batman's eyes and said, "Old Edward's umbrella was broken, so they were crazy. No one can say that their murder was not caused by their madness."

Batman was silent. He thought of this problem from the moment he got the umbrella. Schiller continued to say to him, "Obviously, you have a new goal, but this goal is also revenge, right?"

"If you can make them all pay the price, why chase only one?" Batman muttered to himself in a low voice.

"So you plan to join forces with Evans and Cobblepot to investigate?"

"They are going to join forces with me."

"I can understand you and Cobblepot..." Gordon looked at Batman and said, "After all, you two may have relatives who have been killed, but what about Evans? What reason does little Falcone have to get involved in such a thing?"

"According to him, the death of his brother, Alberto Falcone, is closely related to the Court of Owls."

Hearing this, Gordon was stunned. He recalled and said, "Alberto Falcone? This name is familiar. I seem to have heard Harvey talk about it..."

Then he shook his head and said, "It seems that everyone is very secretive about the eldest son of the old godfather. Bullock only mentioned it to me. I asked him, but he didn't answer."

"Bullock told me that this is a name that the old godfather doesn't want to mention. Maybe because of this, no one else dares to mention him."

"It's really strange to think about it this way." Gordon said with confusion: "Ten years ago, the Falcone family was even more powerful than it is now. The heirs at that time should have been better protected. No Anyone dares to touch him..."

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"Except for the Court of Owls."

"What are you going to do?"

"We formed a temporary alliance to investigate this mysterious organization from different walks of life in Gotham."

Batman's tone finally changed slightly, and you could hear his helplessness: "When I started investigating, I discovered that they were hiding too deeply. Even with my power, I could search through the entire Brotherhood. Tan City, no useful clues were found.

Both Schiller and Gordon knew that he was referring to the power of the Wayne Group. With the size of the Wayne Group in Gotham, even if they tried their best to find an organization, they could not find it. This shows how deep the Court of Owls is hidden.

"So I have to use the power of some other people." Batman explained: "Cobot is a criminal, but if he kills people from the Court of Owls, then I am willing to join forces with him temporarily. He is responsible for the bottom of Gotham. I know very well, or some of the details are hidden in these dark corners.”

"The Falconer family has ruled Gotham's underworld for so many years. Every gang member is their informant. Evans may also be able to dig out different clues."

"When we work together to find the target, that's the end of the alliance. I don't need anyone to help me get revenge."

"So what do you plan to call this alliance? Even if it is temporary, it should have a name, right?" Gordon asked Batman.

Batman was silent for a moment, and Schiller suddenly had a bad feeling. Then he heard Batman say: "I plan to call it Avengers..."

"Wait!" Schiller interrupted him and said, "I advise you to think about it again. This name is not very auspicious..."

Batman looked at Schiller. Schiller's expression was strange. Batman paused and then said: "The name is just a code name. I have never been superstitious..."

"But the last organization with this name didn't last long before it split in two."

"We are not a group to begin with. I have no intention of forming a team with them. This is just a temporary alliance. As for the name..." Batman trailed off for a rare moment and said, "Each of us is related to the Court of Owls. There is hatred, so we are all Avengers, so the name is Avengers, what’s the problem?”

Batman saw Schiller showing a complicated expression that he had never seen before, and then he heard Schiller muttering in a low voice: "Those who don't listen will not end well..."

At the same time, in the ward next to the office, Evans watched Cobot tinkering with an umbrella.

"What are you doing?" Evans was a little curious. He sat on the edge of the bed and stretched his head to ask. Cobot didn't even raise his head and just replied with a few perfunctory words: "I want to make a weapon."

"Weapon?" Evans became even more confused. He asked, "Using an umbrella as a weapon? Can't you just use a gun?"

Cobot ignored him completely. He had had enough of Evans these days.

If Cobot's experience in the past few days were written into an article, the title should be "How to get along with a person who I completely despise and is quite annoying."

Cobot had already expressed to Schiller that he looked down on his godfather's son, Falcone Jr., and thought he was a complete idiot. But when this idiot was transferred to the same ward as him, he discovered , little Falcone is not only stupid, but also annoying.

Unlike Batman, Evans has a more lively personality and talks a lot. He is not sick himself, he just comes here to take a break. He was in good condition when he was hospitalized, and he has no self-consciousness about being a patient. He grabs Copot whenever he has nothing to do. Chat with him.

At first, Cobot was willing to chat with him in order to get some information about the Falconer family, but later, Cobot discovered that Evans did everything except serious business.

Evans has a wide range of hobbies. He is proficient in art and can draw, sing and play many musical instruments. The best among them is the violin. He has a high level of cello and plays the violin well. He also loves opera and can sing, dance and act. I'm still practicing my voice in the ward.

But when it comes to things related to family business, according to Copot's evaluation, Evans is a complete idiot who advocates idealism.

After chatting with Evans for a few days, Cobot gained nothing except improving his knowledge of music theory that was useless in Gotham, so in the next few days, he was too lazy to talk to Evans again.

Evans stood up, walked to Copot, and watched him busy. After watching for a while, he asked: "It seems that you can't modify this umbrella. Do you need any help?"

"No, I don't need it." Cobot pulled the umbrella rib hard, and a part flew out with a "swish". Evans covered his face and screamed, "Hey! You!" It’s intentional, be careful!”

"Damn..." Cobot cursed and said, "There's something wrong with this umbrella."

He picked up the entire umbrella, looked at it, and then said, "What material is this thing made of? Why are welding and cutting ineffective on it?"

Evans came up and touched the umbrella rib. He frowned and said, "This doesn't seem to be made of steel. I always feel it looks familiar..."

"Looks familiar?" Cobot turned to look at him and asked, "Where have you seen such a thing?"

Evans touched his chin and said while thinking: "I don't remember clearly, but I should have seen it. However, if you can't transform this metal, you probably can't make a weapon."

Cobert didn't answer. He stared at the umbrella in silence, as if thinking about something.