Chapter 526

Bruce is not a superhero in the popular sense.

He had a profound understanding of society, politics, war and human nature, so he was not surprised to learn of the secret deal between the assassin alliance and the top management of the United States from Andrew.

The truth of the world is not only black and white, many times, gray is the main color.

Andrew can't stand torture. Bruce will say whatever he asks. When it comes to power armor, his eyes are a little erratic, and finally he says a name.

"Dean Albert?"

Bruce frowned, feeling something out of the ordinary“ Which Dean Albert? "

"There's only one dean Albert in the White House."

He didn't say his position. Bruce already knew about it. Dean Abbott, deputy director of the CIA, is an absolute senior member of the U.S. authority.

"He gave you the core technology?"

"Yes."

"Why did he give such an important technology to the assassin League?"

"I'm just a middleman."

"Where did the technology come from?"

"It's like Tesla. It's said that they provided it. I don't know exactly how."

Bruce's face changed and he realized that it was far more complicated than he thought. The CIA provided such an important technology as power armor to killer organizations. What do they want to do and cooperate with each other? Or a war?

And what role does Tesla play in it?

Andrew hissed, "I've said all I have to say. Please, let me go. I'm just a contact. I haven't done anything wrong."

Bruce punched him to shut up and went on,

"Last question, how did the armor get into the market and where is the secret port?"

Half an hour later, Bruce takes off his night clothes, puts on his suit and shows up at the upper class party. Alfred comes to him with a glass,

"As a retired agent, I sincerely suggest that you stop investigating."

Bruce shook his head in silence and refused the housekeeper's kindness.

Alfred said helplessly, "the deputy director of CIA is not an ordinary person. If he is punished, the consequences are unpredictable."

"I'll find the evidence first."

Bruce picks up his glass and goes to two sexy girls in revealing clothes. Tonight, he's not Batman, he's just a flower of the Wayne family.

……

On the west coast, somewhere out of the way.

It's early in the morning, and the port is still in operation. A cruise ship full of containers stops in the deep water area. More than a dozen fully armed soldiers appear on the deck. They are wearing Marine Corps clothes, carrying military standard weapons, epaulets, positions, ranks and numbers, just like real soldiers. But once they get close, they will find that they speak Arabic.

The crane transports the container to the wharf. The person in charge of the reception opens the container. When he sees the power armor inside, he rubs his hands excitedly. With his greeting, the port becomes lively immediately.

The staff moved the power armor to the truck, and the person in charge went to meet the owner of the cruise ship.

The sea breeze roared, and the busy people didn't notice that there was one more person on the roof, who was like a ghost, integrated with the darkness, or that he was the darkness.

Bruce took out a sound collector to eavesdrop on the conversation on the cruise ship. It's not the first time for the two sides to trade. Similar smuggling activities have been carried out dozens of times. In addition to power armor, there is a special metal on the cruise ship, named krypton.

"Kryptonite?"

Bruce eyebrows slightly pick, completely unfamiliar with the word, from the two dialogue is not difficult to judge, this metal is far more important than power armor.

"Is there a special purpose?"

After thinking for a moment, Bruce decided to change his original plan and focus on Krypton. He wanted to know what this metal was used for.

At the end of the conversation, the person in charge left the deck with the silver box. At the same time, the handling work came to an end, with a total of 500 sets of imitation power armor, 300 sets of light and 200 sets of heavy, as well as supporting weapons and equipment.

Although it is far inferior to Tesla's products in terms of performance, safety and stability, it is enough for gangs who have been living in the underground world all the year round.

The purpose of their purchase of power armor is not to show off, but to protect themselves against the police and the FBI.

As Bruce once said, once the box is opened, there will be endless troubles.

The police use power armor to destroy one gangs after another. In contrast, gangsters will respond. They can't buy through formal channels, they can only go through the back door.

Where there is demand, there is market.

That's how pirates come.

Seven large trucks full of power armor started in turn and left the port in batches. Each truck was escorted by a black car, and the person in charge was the last one to leave.

Not long after they left, a cool black cross-country sports car rushed out of the woods and sped away in the direction of the truck.

The sports car was extremely fast and it took only a few minutes to catch up with the target.

Bruce was not polite. When he met him, there were two missiles. The car was hit by the missiles in the butt and flew directly into the sky. After a 270 degree somersault, it hit the road heavily.

The truck was even more miserable. The container overturned, skidded on the ground, rushed out of the road and plunged into the ditch nearby.

Bruce walked to the car lying on the side of the road, ignored the two minions, and pointed to the person in charge with the silver box. His left hand was handcuffed to the box, and even though he was unconscious, he still grasped the handle.

Bruce pulls him out and shoves him into the trunk of the sports car. The wheels start and disappear into the night.

Dozens of minutes later, somewhere on a sparsely populated cliff.

The person in charge of the recovery of consciousness looked at the tall figure in front of him,

"Batman?"

"Asshole, do you know what you're doing?"

Bruce ignored him, opened the metal box, five uneven ores appeared in front of him, the ores flashing green from time to time, looking very strange.

"What is krypton for?"

The person in charge grinned and was about to sneer when a fist suddenly appeared in front of him,

Bang!

The bridge of the nose made a clear breaking sound, blood splashed out, accompanied by ups and downs, tears of pain would flow out.

Bruce slammed him on the ground and kicked him off the cliff.

The person in charge cried out in horror,

"I said, I said, don't kill me, I'll tell you all."

Bruce grabbed his clothes and didn't let him fall,

"Who are you?"

"Larry Edward."

"What is identity?"

The person in charge hesitated. Bruce released his right hand and his clothes fell down. The person in charge was flustered,

"I'm an arms dealer. I'm in charge of reselling imitation power armor."

Bruce said coldly, "what I want is a real identity, not a middleman."

Edward's face suddenly changed and his eyes kept flashing. When he saw that Bruce was going to give up, he could only smile bitterly,

"I work for the CIA."