After delivering Ryan Nix's letter to the designated location in Queens, Senguang went to Nix's slum complex in the afternoon and gave him his request for weapons. Ryan Nix originally thought that Senguang would ask for a dagger.

, a machete, and even a small-caliber pistol. Who knew the weapon he asked for was actually just a stick.

On the dirty workbench, Ryan Nix spread out the drawings.

"The shape is very simple, just an explosion-proof stick twice as long."

"But your request for materials..."

"It must be flexible but also have sufficient rigidity. The entire stick actually only weighs about three eggs."

Ryan Nix's mouth twitched.

I thought it was just a kid's fun thing, who knew Eton would really ask for it.

Moreover, the Knicks had a headache when he thought about the five people he had agreed to lend him.

He opened the collar of his overalls to breathe easier and avoid being annoyed by this little devil who looked like a little angel. "Kid, what do you want this special weapon for? You can't get it casually. You know the materials.

The requirements are too high.”

Sen Guang frowned slightly, "How much do you want?"

Because this is the supporting weapon of [Dog Beating Stick Technique].

"I gave you all your money," Ryan Nix said angrily.

"So, you want to refuse?"

Morimitsu hoped that he would pay attention to his words, "Mr. Nix, I have never taken a cent from you for nothing."

Ryan Nix showed an embarrassed expression. "Okay, okay, you are the most capable young man I have."

"In my factories in slums and no-man's land, none of the assembly lines can meet your requirements. Okay, I understand, this weapon is my gift to you."

Gift?

Senguang glanced at Nix, turned around and left the lair.

Ryan Nix takes special care of him, and he knows in his heart that his relationship with Ryan Nix is ​​similar to that of friends, at least that's what he thinks.

After leaving the home of the Knicks, Shen Senguang walked through several streets and found a rough house that looked very simple from the outside.

Gotham City is full of unfinished projects that are completed but cannot be sold.

Senguang did not enter through the front door, but used [Hundred Steps of Divine Movement] to flexibly jump to the wall and enter the house.

He quickly checked around.

The position of the yarn placed on the edge of the window has not changed;

There were no strangers' footprints on the floor;

The dust on the floor didn't move at all.

Recently, no strangers have broken in here.

Senguang found the place where he spread the newspaper. He took off his shoes, socks, plaid shirt and brown sweatpants, opened the wooden board, took out a red T-shirt and blue casual pants from the compartment under the wooden board, and put them on for himself.

"It seems like someone is following me. I don't know who it is lately. They keep entering several strongholds where I often stay."

"According to common sense, homeless people rarely enter these places."

…………

On another street in the East District, a Bugatti EB16.4 Veyron worth US$1.5 million is parked in front of a rough house.

After Bruce Wayne and Alfred entered the rough room, they soon discovered that there was a room with newspapers on the floor, neatly folded into a bed. Alfred sighed: "Little Master Eton lives there.

This kind of place?"

"Master Bruce. This is one of the streets he often visits, but for some reason today, he didn't appear anywhere."

Bruce Wayne walked around the room in silence. Suddenly he walked to the middle of the newspaper, tore it open, and opened a wooden board underneath the newspaper.

This is a small cubicle.

"Master, how did you find out?"

Bruce Wayne showed a strange expression, "I like hiding things under the bed."

All right.

Alfred laughed in his heart, almost forgetting that you are father and son.

Bruce Wayne carefully looked through the items in the compartment. There were newspapers that published local facts, some smaller amounts of U.S. dollars, two wound patches, a half-eaten bag of compressed biscuits, and two notebooks.

"The life is quite good. Damian will not be so well-prepared. If he can be like..." Bruce Wayne brushed off the sad topic. No matter what he did these days, he couldn't help but think of Damian, that bastard.

A boy of Middle Eastern descent.

No, no one can replace Damian.

What are you doing?

Bruce flipped through the contents of the notebook, which was filled with inexplicable symbols and languages. Bruce, who was proficient in the languages ​​​​of sixty-four countries, knew that this was not a natural language, but a language created for the purpose of confidentiality. Although he could not see it at all.

Although he understands this language, he can tell from the little figures waving in the notebooks that these two books are probably combat training notes.

Has Eaton been trained to fight?

Bruce Wayne frowned in confusion.

According to the investigations of several detectives he hired, Eaton did not have any opportunity to come into contact with military/professional fighting training. Moreover, these two notebooks looked like fighting skills notes, but in fact they did not match his knowledge of any fighting skills.

.

Muay Thai? Sanda? Jeet Kune?

It won't be French kickboxing, because although I don't know what it is, I can see obvious characteristics of Eastern fighting skills.

Bruce Wayne found it funny and shook his head. "Maybe it's nothing. It's just something a kid drew after reading too many comics."

After Alfred looked at the notebook, he added: "In terms of simple painting skills, this is also very good."

Bruce packed up everything, got up and left the rough room.

"Let's go back."

"Master Bruce, I thought you would keep looking."

"The location has been locked, but he is running away from us. He may not know our identity, but he found that someone was looking for him, so he deliberately avoided us. Besides, there is a mass for Damian tonight."

…………

On August 22, the night was dark and the stars were shining brightly.

Shen Senguang sat alone on the bare balcony of the rough house, and the cool night wind blew into the collar of his clothes. He sat alone in the cold wind, not to punish himself, but because he was bored.

Today is my birthday.

Senguang looked up at the stars and felt that the universe was infinitely vast. In his previous life, he always had a large group of relatives and friends surrounding him on his birthday, but now he was alone, staying alone on the balcony.

In this city, I have no friends and no one knows that I am a time traveler.

He is unique, he is the only one.

Therefore, he cannot integrate into any group in this city.

Li Bai has a saying: Raise your glass to the bright moon and make three people look at each other.

How lonely this must be.

That’s why we can imagine that there are three people facing each other.

Ding dong~

The phone rang, and Ryan Nix's voice came from the phone. "Hello? Today is your birthday, Senguang, right? Haha, we have a whole table of people waiting for you today. Come on, let's

little angel.”

A bunch of booing people came from behind the phone.

You can imagine how happy those idle gangsters were on the other end of the phone!

Sen Guang hung up the phone and pretended as if nothing had happened, but there were tears in the corners of his eyes.
Chapter completed!