The fact that all branches of the League of Assassins were uprooted overnight spread to every hidden corner of the world in almost 48 hours.

Many killers who originally planned to go to Gotham to make the billion dollars suddenly stopped.

For a whole week, Gotham was as if a drop of hand sanitizer had been dropped into a plate of sewage. All the dirt was instantly crowded in all directions, leaving a clear and clean bottom in the middle.

0 crime rate for seven consecutive days... Gotham's current mayor almost wakes up laughing in his dreams in the middle of the night.

It’s just that Chen Guang mainly deals with vicious crimes against ordinary people, such as arson, robbery, rape, kidnapping, assault, abduction, and deceiving ordinary people into taking drugs to expand business.

Chen Guang didn't bother to care about the rats nesting in the sewers of Gotham...such as the nightclubs run by some gangsters, or the illegal methods of some plutocratic forces in the financial market.

If we really want to take it seriously, people dare to boast that these actions are legal. This is the superiority of the American system. So let Chen Guang let them be superior. Anyway, as long as they don't affect innocent people who don't want to get involved.

The two little guys, Carl and Bruce, watched Chen Guang clean up the originally chaotic city. They talked excitedly until midnight every day. By the way, while watching TV, they looked at the man on TV who took all the credit for himself.

The mayor of Gotham loses his temper.

But he won't be mayor for long...because now, Thomas is busy running for mayor.

The list of members of the Court of Owls has long been known to Chen Guang. Although this organization has a mysterious look, he wears a mask every time he appears, as if he is some kind of hidden boss who cannot come forward.

However, Chen Guang said... Although Thomas looked shocked when he saw the list, he didn't know any of the people in this group.

It was only after seeing the list provided by Chen Guang that Thomas decided to pursue an official career.

In his words: "Gotham's stubborn problems can no longer be solved by just a philanthropist and businessman. Those deep-rooted forces, only if I completely control the power of Gotham, can I prevent Gotham from hurting its muscles."

When the skeleton fish are dead and the net is broken, eradicate them completely!"

As for Wayne Enterprises, Martha is now in charge. She is busy every day, helping her husband canvass votes and run various operations.

In other words, now the two little guys Carl and Bruce are basically led by Chen Guang...

Chen Guang was also speechless. He originally thought that now that Carl was living in Wayne Manor, he would be less worried, but in the end, he had to take care of an extra cub.

Fortunately, these two children are both talented and intelligent, so Chen Guang doesn't feel tired at all.

If all the children in the world could be taught everything once and for all, there wouldn't be so many crazy parents...

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

In Wayne Manor, little Bruce was wearing a training uniform, holding a real sword in his hand, and used the immature Huashan sword technique on Chen Guang.

Chen Guang didn't bully the children with any abilities that were beyond ordinary people. He just used the speed that Bruce could completely detect with his naked eyes, but his exquisite swordsmanship resisted all Bruce's attacks.

Carl's eyes were shining as he watched from the small table nearby, but while stuffing Alfred's dessert into his mouth, his mouth bulged like a little hamster, he cheered in vague words: "Bruce is so awesome.

!Learn so quickly!”

Chen Guang looked at Little Bruce's sweating appearance and blocked the Bai Yun Chu Xiu and You Feng Lai Yi he used, but there was also a look of admiration in his eyes.

He couldn't help but praise: "Bruce, in just two days, you have mastered these ten sword techniques. Even when I learned swordsmanship, I was only a little faster than you. You are

The most gifted student I have ever taught.”

Chen Guang's teaching to Bruce was not entirely out of boredom, or to help him gain the ability to defend himself earlier. More importantly, after he slaughtered the Assassin's League with his sword, he found that his true self seemed to have returned a little, and his efficiency was even far greater than his.

Seven years as a firefighter here.

Thinking of this, Chen Guang couldn't help but look back in his eyes. After all, his years of using swords far exceeded the time when he was a firefighter in his previous life... It was a pity that the enemies he encountered later were unable to use cold weapons.

He almost forgot about his own sword intent due to the space battleships and strange objects that acted on him.

Bruce was already panting from exhaustion, but his eyes lit up when he heard this, and the hand holding the sword no longer even trembled slightly. He stopped moving and said happily: "Really? Then can I be as powerful as you, teacher?"

?”

Chen Guang choked and couldn't bear to expose little Bruce's beautiful fantasy. After all, his skills were not developed through sword practice. His early swordsmanship could not keep up with the new version.

He could only rub little Bruce's head and said helplessly: "God rewards hard work. After all, any of your efforts will not be in vain."

Bruce thought he had received a definite answer and nodded excitedly.

Carl put the small cakes, small cheeses, small biscuits, and small apple pies in his mouth, and used the Kryptonian's powerful throat to swallow all these snacks like a hydraulic pump. Alfred looked at it and subconsciously thought

I tried to perform the Heimlich first aid on him, but it took a lot of effort to suppress my instinct that I had trained for a long time.

Karl wiped his mouth boldly, jumped down from the small table in the garden, ran to Chen Guang, looked up at Chen Guang with bright eyes, and said expectantly: "Then Dad! When will you teach me this?

ah!"

Chen Guang was silent, thinking that you don't need this.

When you fly in the sky in the future, are you going to create your own flying fairy from the sky? What sword is better than your own fingers?

Little Bruce next to him suddenly raised his head warily, with the word "wary" written in his eyes. He stopped in front of Karl and said solemnly: "I learned it only after becoming an apprentice! If you don't become an apprentice, you can't learn!"

Bruce is not a stingy child. But when he thinks that Karl can directly inherit Chen Guang's abilities in the future, but he has to practice so hard, he thinks: If Karl also practices, wouldn't he be far behind with his talent advantage?

Behind you?

What if... what if I can't keep up with Karl's pace in the future? I can't just be like my father, watching Uncle Chen Guang save the city every day. I can't help at all, so I can only run to and fro in despair.

That fat guy running for mayor?

Bruce shudders at the thought of becoming an ordinary billionaire in the future, and the only thing he can do every day is to manage the future of the city.

I don’t want this kind of future!

Karl snorted twice, put his hands on his hips and said proudly: "He is my father. Dad is better than teacher, right? Dad will definitely teach me, right?"

Chen Guang looked at Karl's expectant eyes, thought for a while, and suddenly felt that it would be okay to teach Karl internal strength?

Although the output of internal energy is definitely not as powerful as Superman's own biological force field, or even not as great as the damage that a Kryptonian's breath can cause. But don't forget that Kryptonians also have the characteristic of 0 magic resistance.

If Carl cultivates his internal strength, maybe after he becomes independent in the future, he will not be helpless in the face of kryptonite and magic, and will not become a weak chicken with no power to fight back and be slaughtered by others.

At this moment, Chen Guang suddenly felt a spiritual prompt.

Such reminders have become more and more obvious recently, and Chen Guang can even feel through his spirituality that it is not long before he returns to the universe of strange objects and explores the mysteries of consultation.

Of course, it's not enough yet.

And the spiritual reminder that Chen Guang just received is...people from the government are about to attack him, and the 'weapons' they want to use against him have been secretly sent to Gotham.

Don't ask why Chen Guang's spiritual perception is so detailed. The question is that the global magnetic field passively collects information.

Chen Guang narrowed his eyes slightly, squatted down, and touched the ordinary sword in Bruce's hand with his fingers.

Then Bruce saw that the blade of the small sword in his hand... had become as reflective as a mirror, extremely clear and every detail was visible.

"Teacher, what did you do? Why is my sword suddenly so bright?"

Little Bruce asked strangely, but Chen Guang just held his hand and stroked it on the ground. Bruce's eyes widened in surprise.

Because he discovered that when the sword in his hand cut through the soil, the resistance he felt was almost the same as cutting through the air.

Chen Guang warned: "Use it carefully and don't hurt yourself. This sword is now sharp to the atomic level. Anything with an atomic level gap will be cut open by it like cutting through the air."

Bruce opened his mouth in surprise and exclaimed: "Isn't that just a high-frequency knife?"

Chen Guang shook his head: "The high-frequency sword uses frequency and speed. It is useless against enemies that can be as fast as the high-frequency sword. Moreover, if the sword body is hit by a bullet, it is very likely to break. The sword in your hand

The sword...well, at least ordinary human weapons can't destroy it at all."

Alfred stepped forward and said with a worried look on his face: "Mr. Chen... Although Master Bruce is very sensible, would it be too dangerous to hand such a weapon to him? If it hurts Mr. Carl, how can I tell him

You explain?"

Upon hearing this, Bruce quickly took the sword and took ten steps back, away from the three Carls. But he held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, shook his head violently, and said pitifully: "I will never point it at my friends! Don't confiscate my sword.

!”

Chen Guang smiled and shook his head. The magnetic field rotated, and the sword in his hand gradually melted and deformed. Finally, it became a scabbard that seemed to be made of a mirror, but the surface was not as bright as the water drop sword, and was a little rougher.

He handed the scabbard to Karl, rubbed his hair, and said with a smile: "It may be dangerous later, but I believe you two children can solve it smoothly... It can be regarded as a little test for you, wait.

After everything is over, put Bruce's sword back into its scabbard."

Alfred was a little worried and quickly asked: "Mr. Chen, I wonder what the danger you are talking about is...? Do we need to be prepared? And such a danger cannot be solved directly even with your speed?"

Chen Guang shrugged: "I have a hunch that this may be the last big conflict in recent years. If I solve this matter directly, these two children will really grow up in the greenhouse..."

He looked at Karl, who was holding the scabbard to sign with Bruce, and Bruce, who was holding the hilt of the sword to prevent Karl from getting closer. His eyes were complicated and he said: "This world... is very dangerous, so dangerous that when a real big crisis occurs,

, I may not be able to protect both of them. So for the current minor problem, let them go through a little trouble on their own."

Chen Guang turned back, looked at Alfred and smiled: "After all, there is no grass growing under the big tree. I don't want small saplings like them to get no rain and sunshine... I can feel this while having everything under control."

, it’s better than growing up in the future when things are out of my control.”

Seeing that Chen Guang had made up his mind, Alfred sighed and said nothing more.

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The Gotham Bridge is closed today.

This behavior made many Gotham citizens very dissatisfied, but they only received the reason for "military exercises" and no further information was available for inquiry.

A huge white truck, guarded by heavily armed troops at the front and rear, slowly drove towards Gotham.

Reporters like flies did not appear in the sky this time, because the blue sky was completely filled with dark green armed helicopters.

Journalists in the United States may not be afraid of the government, but they must be afraid of the military.
To be continued...