As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

Watching Eric go away, Batman clutched his chest, gasping for breath, his eyes full of complex emotions.

It was the first time that he felt like he was facing an abyss.

Who is this mysterious man in front of him?

Gotham's new criminal? Or one of the endless villains?

Why does the other person feel so strange to him?

In the night rain, Bruce fell into contemplation.

The trio standing in the alley looked at each other with expressions of surprise.

The scene in front of them exceeded the expectations of the three.

Batman, who had a high status in the hearts of several people, was actually defeated by a foreign tourist.

And it looks like Batman is losing out quickly, not showing astonishing abilities like he did in The Heist.

The trio was a little frustrated.

Especially the little red-haired girl, grabbed the plastic sheet in her hand and shook it a little uncomfortable.

"Batman won't fly like last time, if he can fly, maybe..."

She shook her head immediately, tossing the thought out of her head, and looked at Batman.

Batman didn't notice the children watching him in the alley, took a deep breath, walked towards the gang members lying on the ground, and turned on the communication device on his wrist.

"Alfred."

"Yes, young master, it seems that you have encountered some trouble."

The butler's voice came from the device.

"I am infested with trouble, and the last thing I am afraid of is endless trouble. You didn't say that I am not only fighting against criminals, but also against the police and even civilians. It doesn't feel bad to be the enemy of everyone."

Bruce walked up to a fallen gang member, crouched down, "Call an ambulance for me, wait...I think I found something."

He reached out and reached for a strange coin on the ground.

Chapter 64 The Confused Penguin

"Master Bruce, what did you find?"

"A silver coin."

Bruce looked at the simple coin in his hand, "There is an owl engraved on the front. This should be an Athenian owl. It first appeared on coins in ancient Greece, representing wealth and power. I don't believe it will be an ordinary coin."

Wiping off the muddy water on the coins, Bruce recited a nursery rhyme: "Watch out for the court of owls, keep watch over you when you go. Peep out into Gotham City from the dark, hide in low-rise lofts. He's at home, and he's between the beds. He also exists, don't mention his name..."

"...The claws are going after you. Alfred, have you heard this nursery rhyme?"

Alfred on the other end of the communicator was silent for a moment, "Master Bruce, you know this is just a nursery rhyme, they don't exist."

"I've seen a sign like this before! A mysterious guy was killed, even though I checked the state and federal databases, I couldn't find his DNA records, this mysterious man in a tragic state of death, I got the third wisdom tooth from him. The owl logo was found inside, just like the pattern on this coin."

Bruce put away the coins, stood up, and stared at the blurred Gotham night.

"I know what you've been through, Master Bruce, you've been chasing that ethereal organization, but..."

"Alfred, I always thought I knew Gotham well, but the truth is I didn't."

Bruce interrupted the butler, "When I have too many thoughts, it proves that I feel the countless sharp blades behind me, and in the face of the threat of sharp blades, I will only remind me to be more alert."

"I suspect that the person just now must be related to the Owl Organization, or he-maybe the Owl I have been looking for."

Bruce recalled Eric's every move, his eyes full of caution.

He subdues himself in an instant. If someone with such strength becomes his enemy, how can he fight against him?

Unobservable strength, and knows himself very well...  

Bruce let out a breath of foul breath, frowned, and looked at the skyline of the city in the distance.

A flash of lightning ripped apart the night sky, illuminating the city, and then vanishing in an instant.

"I saw the real moment of this city, even if it was so short, I was still peeping."

On the other side, the trio in the alley saw Batman spread his wings and disappear into the night, all gasping for breath.

"I think... Batman must be upset."

The red-haired girl Holly said to the two: "He did not succeed in defeating the gangster."

The brown-haired boy disagreed with his companion. "The man with the umbrella is not a gangster. He gave us a dollar, so a good and generous person can't be a bad person."

The short kid agreed with the brown-haired boy and nodded, "I think David is right, that out-of-towner with an umbrella is a better person than Batman, why don't we give him a nickname, 'Umbrella' People' how?"

"I don't think Mr Oswald (Penguin) will be happy."

David, the leader of the trio, shook his head, "Let's put the title aside for now, have you heard? Batman picked up a silver coin, maybe we can pick up one too and bring it back to Sister Selena. She will be very happy."

David said and looked at the gang member lying unconscious on the ground, his face full of eager expressions.

......

Eric, who was walking down the streets of Gotham, had no idea what was going on behind him.

But for "a story triggered by a silver coin", he has already expected.

Because that silver coin was the one he left to Batman on purpose.

It is believed that with Batman's "big detective ability", the clues of the "Owl Court" lurking in Gotham will soon be investigated.

Even if Batman can't find the group of hidden mice, the trophy of the Metropolitan Owl Council - gold and silver with obvious owl characteristics, can lure the group of owls out.

The owl that stretched out its tentacles was discovered by Batman. What kind of plot would be triggered between the two? !

Eric is looking forward to it.

It can make Batman unlucky, and at the same time make the court of owl unlucky, this kind of detrimental and self-serving behavior, I have always enjoyed it.

Stepping on the rain under his feet, Eric retracted his thoughts and turned his gaze to the building in front of him—Bingshan Restaurant.

Brightly lit places are particularly dazzling in the rainy night.

It's one of the few places in Gotham that Eric has seen that stays open all night.

The owner of the Iceberg Restaurant, Oswald Chesterfield Cobble, also known as the Penguin, is the most powerful gang in New York, with astonishing power and wealth.

The Iceberg Restaurant, which belongs to the Penguin, is one of the few existences in Gotham who blatantly conduct underground transactions.

And the reason Eric came here was to make a deal with the Penguin.

Although he is not very interested in getting involved with gangsters, considering that Gotham doesn't have a better tool than Penguin, he can only come to the other's lair in person in the end.

Put away the umbrella, pushed open the door and entered the restaurant.

A young waiter in a tuxedo immediately came up to say hello.

"Excuse me sir, do you have an appointment?"

"certainly."

Eric showed the black umbrella in his hand, and said casually: "It was raining when I went out, so I took an umbrella. Although it's a bit weird, this should be the penguin's umbrella, right? "

The umbrella in his hand was the one he had taken from the Penguin's house before. For him with super speed, it was an easy task to take an umbrella without the other party noticing it.

The two waiters looked at each other and looked at each other.

The receptionist at the front desk changed his expression when he saw the umbrella in Eric's hand, "Sir, please come with me."

The waiter first used the intercom in his neckline, whispered a few words to the person opposite, and then walked upstairs with Eric.

Along the way, many strong men in suits looked at Eric with bad intentions.

There is a big plan to make a move.

And Eric, who was saluted by everyone, still had a calm expression, and seemed not to worry about his future fate at all.

When the beautiful receptionist saw Eric's expression, there was a feeling of admiration or pity in his heart.

Take Eric to the penguin box on the top floor, and the receptionist backs out.

As soon as Eric pushed the door, the box door was opened.

In the luxurious room, a short, hooked nose, a black suit and gray tie, a guy with sparse but bohemian hair is sitting on the sofa, the light and shadow in the room cover half of his body.

Seeing Eric coming in, the other party's eyes fell on the umbrella in his hand, showing a surprised and confused expression.

Chapter 65 The Fear of Gotham's Chieftain

"So...you're the Penguin?"

Eric looked at the sturdy bodyguards standing next to him, put down the umbrella in his hand, sat on the sofa opposite the penguin, and asked in a calm tone.

The penguin's lips trembled slightly, and he looked at the girl with long legs in black stockings next to him.

The black silk girl glanced at Eric and handed the black top hat to the Penguin.

Wearing a black top hat and monocle, the penguin leaned forward and asked Eric in a bad tone, "Who are you?"

"uh-huh."

Eric nodded, "cane, black hat and monocle, this kind of dress is the traditional penguin. As for the name, you can call me 'umbrella man', or the motherland, it all depends on your preferences."

Eric said casually, "Should I say honored now? After all, I met the famous Penguin."

"I don't like people calling me that."

An angry penguin man tapped the table with his cane, "I don't care if you are an 'umbrella holder' or a 'motherlander', you dare to steal my umbrella, and dare to come to the door to provoke you, you know you What will happen?"

"Actually, I really don't know."

Eric pretended to be very sincere and asked the Penguin: "Is it locked in the Black Gate Prison and spent ten years of darkness?"

Hearing Eric say "Black Gate Prison", "Ten Years" and other words, the Penguin immediately became furious.

His only pain was being imprisoned by Jim Gordon in Blackgate for ten years until he was released not long ago.

It was a shame and betrayal that was deeply etched in his heart.

"how dare you?!"

Filled with anger, the Penguin roared loudly to the left and right, "Kill him! Now!"

The tall bodyguards rushed towards Eric sitting on the sofa immediately.

Facing the strong man rushing up, Eric turned his eyes.

In an instant, orange-red light beams shot out of the eyes!

The beam dashed straight to the wall, forming a cross-cutting blade, cutting parallel to the room.

The moment a few strong bodyguards came into contact with the hot sight, their bodies were instantly cut open.

The horrific corpse fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting out.

Everything happens in an instant!

Facing the tragic death of the younger brother, Penguin's eyes showed disbelief and horror, and the black silk girl sitting next to him was completely stunned.

The Penguin, who recovered from the panic and shock, immediately took out a pistol from his arms and shot Eric.

But before he could pull the trigger, Eric was standing in front of him.

A hand grabbed his neck and held him in the air.

The penguin's short body kept swaying in the air, making a painful "ho ho" sound in his mouth, and his pale face flushed red.

The right hand desperately tried to pull the trigger of the pistol, but all the strength of the body seemed to be taken away, and the trigger could not be pulled no matter what.

"You look very distressed, Mr. Oswald."

Eric tilted his head and stared at the penguin's painful expression.

"you......!"

There was a look of horror in the penguin's eyes, and he spat out a few words, "In the end...who is...who?"

He has been in Gotham for decades, and he has never seen such an inhuman existence.

The laser was emitted from his eyes, the speed that the naked eye could not capture, and all kinds of inhuman performances instantly extinguished the anger in his heart, and replaced it with fear that could not be dissipated.

"Surprised? I thought you, as Gotham's gang leader, were not afraid of the option of death."

Let go of his hand, "bang", and let the penguin's body hit the floor heavily.