Last night, when it was just getting dark, Batman was standing on the roof of the bell tower of Gotham Cathedral, staring at the dark alley under his feet.

Gotham's rain, Viking's umbrella shop's umbrella, owl court, gunshots from the dark alley, scattered pearl necklaces...

Batman closed his eyes, and everything began to form a line in his mind, but there were still many vague details that he needed to investigate and explore.

In the end, he focused on Louis who bought the murderer.

On the roof of the church bell tower, a black shadow jumped down, like a real bat, passing through countless dark alleys, falling on the windows of a building's loft between the light and shadow.

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

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

Unfortunately, Batman didn't get any clues in him. Louis was too old. Not only did he suffer from Alzheimer's disease, he was also terminally ill. He might not have lived for a month. Batman could not ask anything from such a person. This attic had long been turned into a garbage dump by him and could not find anything useful.

Batman had no choice but to change his goal, and he came to the old house of the Edward family.

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

However, they still failed to escape the Godfather's accountability. Old Edward was already dead. Little Edward didn't know where he was taken to by the Godfather. Now the entire old house has been taken over by the Falcone family. However, Falcone did not pay attention to this place, so Batman entered the interior of the mansion without any obstacles.

Edward's old house was pitch black and there was no light, but this did not prevent Batman. After a careful search, Batman finally found what he wanted, an umbrella with the Viking logo.

In the office of Arkham Asylum, Batman puts two parts on the table at the same time and points to them and says 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 two parts were damaged exactly the same way, both of which were burned.

Logically speaking, umbrellas are not guns or shells. Even if Gotham fights small wars every day, the chance of umbrellas going to the battlefield is about zero. Therefore, the most likely way to damage the umbrella is to break the umbrella, loose or fall off the parts.

But it is absolutely impossible that one of the small parts of the umbrella bones was burned, causing the entire umbrella to break down.

Since Schiller didn't know much about this, when the second half of one of the umbrellas was cut off, he also thought it was just like an ordinary umbrella was damaged, and there was something wrong with the connection part.

But now thinking about it, although it rains every day, it is not often windy. The parts at the umbrella bones are not as stressed, but it is still completely broken.

Now, the truth is in front of him, the same umbrella produced by the same umbrella maker, and the same parts have the same way of damage, which only shows one problem--everything is premeditated.

"The Owl Court is more evil than we thought." Batman's voice was very low, and he said: "They didn't want to leave any survivors. Everyone in Gotham, whether they didn't buy umbrellas or umbrellas, had only one ending..."

"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 could say that they bought a murderer. It was not caused by their madness."

Batman was silent. From the moment he got the umbrella, he thought of this question. Schiller continued to say to him: "Obviously, you have another new goal, but this goal is also revenge, right?"

"If they can make all of them pay the price, why just chase one?" Batman murmured to himself in a low voice.

"So you plan to join forces with Evans and Copper?"

"It's them who want to join forces with me."

"I can understand you and Copot..." Gordon looked at Batman and said, "After all, you two may have a relative killed, what about Evans? What about Falcone Jr., what about such a thing?"

"According to him, the death of his brother, Alberto Falcone, is inseparable from the Owl Court."

Hearing this, Gordon was stunned. He recalled and said, "Alberto Falcone? This name is a bit familiar. I seem to have heard from Xavi..."

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

"Bullock told me that this is a name that an old godfather would not want to mention, and perhaps because of this, no one else dared to mention him."

"Thinking about it this way is indeed a bit strange." Gordon said in confusion: "Ten years ago, the Falcone family's popularity was even greater than it is now. The heirs at that time should be better protected, and no one dared to touch him..."

"Only except for the owl court."

"What are you going to do?"

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

Batman's tone finally changed a little, and he could hear his helplessness: "When I started to investigate, I realized that they were hiding too deeply. Even with my power, I could find no useful clues.

Schiller and Gordon both knew that he was referring to the power of the Wayne Group. With the size of the Wayne Group in Gotham, he could not find an organization even if he tried his best to find it. It can be seen how deep the Owl Court is hidden.

"So I have to use some other people's power," Batman explained. "Copper is a criminal, but if he killed someone from the Owl Court, I would like to join forces with him for the time being. He knows the bottom of Gotham, or some details are hidden in these dark corners."

"The Falcona family ruled the underground world of Gotham for so many years, and every gangster member was their eyeliner, and Evans might be able to dig out different clues."

"When we found our goal, the league ended here, and I don't need anyone to help me with revenge."

"So what name are you going 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 premonition, and then he heard Batman say, "I plan to call it Avenger..."

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

Batman looked at Schiller, and Schiller's expression was very strange. Batman paused for a moment and then said, "The name is just a code name, I never believe in anything..."

"But the previous organization that gave this name broke into two parts before it was active."

"We are not a group at all, and I have no intention of forming any team with them. This is just a temporary alliance. As for the name..." Batman dragged the tail sound a little and said: "Each of us has a revenge on the Owl Court, so we are all Avengers, so this name is the Avengers. What's the problem?"

Batman saw Schiller showing a complicated expression he had never seen before, and then he heard Schiller mutter in a low voice: "There is no good end to those who don't listen to advice..."

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

"What are you doing?" Evans was a little curious. He sat beside the bed and asked, but Coppert didn't raise his head, but just replied with a few words perfunctorily: "I want to be a weapon."

"Weapon?" Evans was even more confused. He asked, "Use an umbrella as a weapon? Can't you just hold a gun?"

Coppert didn't want to pay any attention to him. He had had enough of Evans these days.

If Coppert’s experiences over the past few days were written into an article, the title should be "How to get along with someone I am completely disliked and quite annoying."

Copper had long told Schiller that he looked down on the son of the godfather, Falcone, the little one, and thought he was a total idiot, but when the idiot was transferred to the same ward with him, he found that Falcone was not only stupid, but also annoyed.

Unlike Batman, Evans has a lively personality and talks a lot. He is not sick himself, but he just comes to hide in leisure. He is in good condition when he is hospitalized and has no sense of the patient at all. He catches Coppert and chats with him when he has nothing to do.

At the beginning, Coppert was willing to chat with him in order to obtain some information from the Falcona family, but later Coppert discovered that Evans did everything but did not do serious things.

Evans has a wide range of interests. He is proficient in art, can draw, vocal music and many instruments. His best attitude is to violin. He has a high level of cello and plays violin well. He also loves opera, can sing, dance and perform, and he still practices vocals in the ward for no reason.

But if we mention things related to family management, according to Coppert's evaluation, Evans is completely an idealistic idiot.

After chatting with Evans for a few days, Copper had no gains except for his diligence in Gotham's music theory knowledge, so he was too lazy to talk to Evans for the next few days.

Evans stood up and walked to Copper, watching him busy for a while, and asked, "It seems you can't transform this umbrella. Do you need any help?"

"No, I don't need it." Coppert pulled the umbrella bone hard, and a part flew out "swoosh". Evans covered his face and screamed, and he said loudly: "Hey! You did it on purpose, be careful!"

"Damn..." Copper swears, saying, "There is something wrong with this umbrella."

He picked up the whole umbrella and looked at it, and said, "What material is this thing made of? Why are welding and cutting not effective for it?"

Evans leaned over and touched the umbrella bone. He frowned and said, "This seems not something like steel. I always feel it looks familiar..."

"Familiar?" Copper turned to look at him and asked, "Where have you seen this kind of thing?"

Evans touched his chin and thought, "I can't remember it very clearly, but I should have seen it, but if you can't transform this metal, you shouldn't be able to make a weapon."
Chapter completed!