Somewhere unknown, in a facility.

The old man, who was hunched over and was even five feet tall, completely wrapped his whole body in a black coat. His mask covered half of his face, and a little white hair was exposed under the brim of the black hat. His eyes were strangely dark red, and his deep pupils reflected the fatigue that seemed to be unique to the old man who had experienced vicissitudes, but at the same time, there was a flame like an ambitious coexist with it.

The dark purple energy flowed like liquid in a transparent glass tube in his hand, and the flames burned along the lower edge of the tube mouth, looking extremely strange.

"That thing is the sample you took from that skull?"

The sound rang behind the old man, but it was a death knell. At this time, he was sitting in front of an experiment table with his hands wrapped around his chest, staring coldly at the movements in his hand.

"No," the old man spoke, his voice was old and turbid, and he sounded like a patient who had been ill for a short time. "Joseph Martin is a fool, his utilization value is not high, but his radiation energy is very special and has special uses for me. In addition, I also need another special sample, which is the goal of your next task... Of course, the reward will not be less."

The old man said slowly and walked to a row of electronic cabinets, opened the password disk and entered a string of numbers. A cabinet door on a row immediately popped open. He placed the glass tube containing the purple substance in the slot and pushed it in, closed the cabinet door and locked it again.

"Let the Atomic Skeleton attract attention and take this opportunity to steal data from the new boy's armor. This is your plan from the beginning." Death Knives said lightly, "But when you arrange the Atomic Skeleton's mission to 'retrieve that armor', you didn't have the hope of him being able to complete the mission at the beginning, right?"

The old man glanced at him, snorted, and almost spoke in a nasal voice: "That guy has disappointed me again and again. Even if he can complete this final task, I will abandon him without hesitation, because it is the punishment he deserves. But you are right, I really have no hope for this idiot at all. He just played the role of a bait."

After pausing, the old man turned around, his red eyes staring at the death knell.

"You have to be careful, Sred," he said. "Don't follow in that guy's footsteps, don't let me down."

Death Knell took a step forward, and his whole body exuded a suffocating invisible murderous aura.

"Don't compare me to such a useless person." Death Bell said in a deep voice. "I am different from that kind of person. Fame is very important to my work. If we want to continue to maintain a good relationship, I hope to gain more trust."

The old man laughed softly, his voice was so weird that his laughter seemed hideous and weird.

"You'd better recognize the reality, Slade." The old man said unceremoniously, "Before I hire you, your success rate in the last few missions is really not a compliment. I know that your first three commissions were messed up because they met the rumored Wing Knight."

The one-eyed eye under the death knives mask seemed to wrinkle, and the cold murderous intent enveloped the hunchbacked old man, but he did not refute it because it was indeed the truth.

"The fact is that your reputation is not as great as before." The old man continued, "Your failure proves that you are not as powerful as you boast. If the famous death knell is not as rumored as 'as long as you collect enough money, you will definitely complete any task', then your reputation is not worth your expensive commission fee. The reality is that there are not many employers like me who are willing to hire you. If you disappoint the client again in this business, what will people say? Is the legendary death knell really old?"

"Bang!"

Death knives broke the table behind him into two pieces in half, and everything on the table scattered all over the floor.

"You wait." Death knell said coldly, "I will prove myself."

Gotham Central Prison.

Since the Wing Knight was seriously injured and still resting during the Death Knives attack, after receiving the news that the Atomic Skeleton disappeared during the escort, Eric and the Super Girl came to the Central Prison as representatives of the night attackers to inquire about the attack related to a police officer involved in the escort operation. Unfortunately, what the police officer knows is quite limited.

"Please, no matter how small the details are," asked the super girl, "any detail related to that attacker's characteristics."

"Sorry, but I really don't remember anything." The young policeman was still wearing a cast when talking to them. "At that time, I just felt the whole car suddenly shocked, as if someone knocked it hard from the side with a hammer, and then the body of the car fell over. At that time, I seemed to have been touched by my head, and my brain was a little unconscious..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly thought of something and said, "Ah, right. Although I was a little unaware of it at the time, I seemed to see it in the reflector. That guy should be wearing some kind of armor and other protective gear."

"Armor?" Eric repeated.

"Yes, armor." The policeman nodded affirmatively, "I should remember this correctly."

In addition, the officer did not seem to remember anything. But the only information provided by the officer made Eric care a little.

As the two walked along the exit passage toward the prison, the super girl asked: "Will the armor he mentioned have any connection with yours?"

"Who knows." Eric said as he walked, "My armor was actually left by my dad. If you want to explain it in detail, it involves a series of messy things related to the family, so it's better not to mention it."

"Speaking of this, you have been in our world for four months." The super girl said, "You must want to go back very much. After all, there will definitely be a lot of concerns. "

"Yes. Especially when I saw your ravens these two days, I reminded me of someone who is very important to me..."

He suddenly stopped. After walking two steps in front of him, the super girl turned around strangely and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I suddenly thought... Maybe in the past four months, I have not subconsciously wanted to go back at all."

"ah?"

Eric sighed slightly: "Although I was thinking about finding a way to return to my own world, I actually had no practical actions when I thought about it carefully. I might have such a thought deep in my heart - I no longer want to return to the world over there, and face more pain and burdens. Just stay in this world where no one knows me, without having to bear any expectations, and you can live like this more easily..."

After a moment of silence, the super girl said, "It sounds nothing wrong."

Eric shook his head.

"When people live, they always have to look forward," said Eric. "Even if the road ahead is still dark, even if we still don't know where to go, as long as we live, we must always move forward."

The super girl stared at him for a moment and looked back in front of her.
Chapter completed!