Gabriel: Go Find Lin Xu

Tony closed the comic book and tossed it aside.

He discovered that a large part of the content was different from what Steve had told him, but he wasn't too puzzled by this, after all, he had already witnessed the charm of the Multiverse.

Having satisfied his curiosity, Tony got up and went to the computer.

After his modifications, this computer is now able to connect to the internal networks of various universities, as well as America's data center.

He even created a new search engine and released it to the market to let it ferment on its own, so that no information on the internet could escape his grasp.

He then started searching for local superheroes on his computer.

First up is the Flash, Star City, Barry Allen.

The search results showed four people with the same name, but the only match was a two-month-old baby...

Then there's Aquaman, Arthur Curry from Amnesty Bay, Maine.

The search results showed only one person, but he was only six years old.

Tony slapped his forehead. Why were they all little babies? Then he realized that Superman was only 9 years old, so how old could these people be? Besides, even he himself was different from the comic book characters, let alone the DC characters.

Finally, he started searching for Batman.

Soon, the information popped up: Bruce Wayne, born in 1973, orphaned in 1981, raised by his butler Alfred, attended Princeton University in 1988, graduated with a master's degree in 1991, and is currently unemployed.

After reviewing the information, Tony scoffed, "Tch, a mere master's degree holder, not even a doctorate."

He casually closed the page, then hesitated for a long time before finally typing a line on the search page: Interstellar Research Institute, 61982.

Los Angeles Airport.

An elderly man and a young man stepped off their private jet, where a Rolls-Royce Silver Spur had been waiting for some time on the runway.

"Young Master Wayne, I actually didn't recommend you come to Los Angeles. It's very dangerous here," the old man said to the young man as he opened the car door.

"Ha, Alfred, did you even believe that yourself when you said that?" The young man quickly moved to the back seat and retorted, "Is there any city in the world more dangerous than Gotham?"

That's right, the two are none other than the future Batman, Bruce Wayne, and the butler, Alfred.

Seeing that his young master paid no heed to his warning, Alfred could only sigh helplessly. He then pulled a cross from his pocket and shoved it into Bruce.

"Alfred?"

"Put it on!"

"Oh..."

"Young Master Wayne, I know you don't believe in God, but Madam would be very happy to know that you prayed for her."

Bruce's eyes reddened upon hearing this. His parents had been gone for eleven years, but he still couldn't help thinking about them. Back in college, he could still find places to pray in New Jersey.

But after graduating and returning home, he couldn't find a single real church in the entire Gotham; they were all underground strongholds controlled by gangs...

Left with no other choice, he remembered what his classmate had said: religion is prevalent in Los Angeles, and there are countless churches, which is why he came here.

Two hours later.

The group drove to the Notre-Dame Cathedral.

Just as Alfred led Bruce to the door, a cultist stopped them.

"Sir, please come with me to the confessional." (A room specifically for confession; it's not shown in many movies or TV shows.)

Alfred looked him up and down. "We're here to pray, not to confess."

The believer, still smiling, said, "Mr. Agent, you cannot pray until you have received the Lord's forgiveness, and I have never seen anyone bring a gun to pray."

Upon hearing this, Alfred's body tensed instantly, and one hand already touched his waist.

It's worth noting that only Thomas Wayne wife knew about his past as a secret agent; even Bruce was unaware of his past, yet this religious man revealed it in a single sentence.

This reminded him of the rumors he had heard in London about Los Angeles, a second home for demons and angels.

"And what about me?" Bruce patted Alfred's arm, stepped forward, and quietly looked at the believer.

The cultist shifted his gaze, looking at Bruce with the same smile, "Though your heart is filled with darkness, I have no reason to reject you."

"Young Master Wayne..."

"Alfred, wait for me outside."

"... good."

Bruce soon arrived at the prayer hall, found a chair at random, sat down, closed his eyes, and began to pray silently.

Ten minutes later, he opened his eyes and discovered that a figure had appeared in front of him.

Long hair in a suit, no Adam's apple, no chest...

"Who are you?"

Gabriel.

"What a prestigious title! Won't the Lord punish you?"

"The Lord treats every law-abiding person equally."

Bruce shook his head; he had no time for these rambling people. But just as he turned to leave, Gabriel's words made him stop.

"God does not hear the prayers of the insincere, nor does the person being prayed for receive a response."

Bruce clenched his fists upon hearing this. "What do you mean?"

"While your love for your parents moves me, you have no God in your heart."

"..." Bruce did not refute it. Gabriel was telling the truth. In his view, his mother, such a devout believer, did not have a good end.

If that's the case, is God trustworthy?

"Bruce, your heart is too dark, and this darkness will only deepen under the suppression of your absolute rationality."

As he spoke, Gabriel took out a slip of paper and handed it to Bruce.

"I can't save you, but I can show you the right path."

Bruce picked up the slip of paper, which had an address written on it: Fifth Street, Broadway, Kamar-Taj Exorcism Agency.

"What's this?"

"Your lifeline."

Bruce glanced at him, then put the note in his pocket and walked out of the church.

Gabriel watched Bruce's retreating figure, a slight smile playing on his lips.

'Tsk, Vishanti, is it? Since Father has given you such great power, I'd like to see just what you're capable of. The darkness in this kid's heart is unlike anything I've ever witnessed.'

'I hope I can hold on until the day my plan succeeds.'

On the other side, Alfred watched Bruce walk out with a troubled expression, and his expression immediately relaxed.

After getting into the car, Alfred asked, "Young Master Wayne, are we going back to Gotham, or should we take a look at the properties here?"

"..."

"Young Master Wayne?"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

Are you alright?

No~

After thinking for a moment, Bruce took out a note and handed it to Alfred: "Go here."

Alfred's lips twitched as he looked at the location on the note. An exorcism agency?

However, given the young master's condition, an exorcism is indeed necessary.