Liquid Nitrogen Bomb

"What do you notice about the hundred Batman who suddenly appeared in Gotham?"

The old man's hoarse voice rang out, echoing in the dimly lit room, carrying an invisible pressure.

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to meet the old man's gaze.

Just as the old man was getting impatient, someone finally stood up, albeit shakily.

"Sir, we spent a day investigating the records of people who entered the country during this period, and those hundred Batman weren't among them. They just appeared out of thin air."

"You mean, they bypassed you, the people who control Gotham, the underground, the ports, transportation, airplanes, and all the access routes, and appeared in this city?"

Disappointment and indifference appeared in the old man's eyes; his gaze seemed to freeze a person.

"The Court of Owls is corrupt; it seems a replacement is needed."

The old man muttered to himself, his voice soft, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

"Wait, sir, not all of them. The Wayne Family's passages are not under our control. It was them, it must have been them who let them in."

"Yes, it must be Bruce Wayne. He must have let those Batman in."

"Send out Talons! Send out all the Talons, they're sure to find those Batman."

Everyone in the Court of Owls was in a panic; their eyes were filled with anxiety and fear.

This statement implies the complete elimination of them and all their relatives who know their identities.

They knew the horrors of the Owl Parliament; no one could escape.

Just as the old man was about to speak, a sharp alarm sounded in the room.

The owls frantically turned on the monitor and saw several Robin walking through the White Maze. Judging from their location, they would arrive at their location in another hour.

"The White Maze has been invaded."

The old man's eyes had become calm, like a stagnant pool.

Everyone panicked; if they didn't do something, their whole family would die.

"Sir, I know them. They are Robin, Batman's men. If we capture them, we can definitely get information about those hundred-plus Batman."

"Last chance."

The old man's voice was devoid of emotion.

Upon hearing this, everyone rushed out the door—old people, women, and men alike—completely abandoning their former elegance, resembling a pack of stray dogs.

After everyone left.

The old man took out a communicator.

"Hello, may I ask about your application project?" A mechanical voice came from the other end of the communicator.

"Gotham."

"Okay, please provide the numbers."

40.

"Understood, action time."

One week later.

After hanging up the call, the old man walked outside, leaning on his jeweled cane.

He used to be a nobleman in Gotham, climbing his way up to this position step by step. He came here for two reasons: first, to investigate the matter of the hundred Batman, and second, to see these younger generations.

But I never expected to be so disappointed. I only knew how to enjoy myself in Gotham and forgot the mission of the Court of Owls.

Instead of keeping them, it would be better to replace them with some ambitious young people.

Several figures followed behind him, like his shadow.

Dick and the others wandered through the White Maze for a long time, all wearing gas masks.

These mazes contained not only traps but also colorless and odorless poison gas. If Tim hadn't noticed beforehand, they probably would have already collapsed inside.

How much longer?

Jason asked impatiently. He hadn't seen a single enemy and was just wasting his energy in this maze, which was making him increasingly anxious.

"Almost there. This is a large, one-way underground labyrinth, similar to the labyrinths in Greek mythology. The paths are intricate, with many dead ends and misleading passages, making it easy to lose one's way. However, I've already figured out the route."

Tim's voice came from inside the gas mask, sounding somewhat muffled.

He kept simulating the route in his mind, and he was also a little surprised. Just how much wealth must have been consumed to build such a huge maze?

Just then, faint footsteps sounded around them, the sound particularly clear in the silent maze, growing ever closer.

"Watch out, someone's coming!"

Dick quickly drew his short stick, his body tense.

The group stood back to back, warily observing their surroundings.

The sound grew closer and closer, coming from all directions, as countless masked men wearing owl masks emerged from various passages of the maze.

"Surrender, Robin!"

"Green Arrow, this is not your city."

They each wielded sharp blades and charged towards them menacingly.

"It's Talons!"

"Many."

"I'll try it first."

Without hesitation, Jason pointed the gun at one of the heads and pulled the trigger.

Talons nimbly dodged the gunshot and was about to charge forward when an arrow struck him in the chest.

Zi--

Frost spread from his chest, Talons fell stiffly to the ground.

"Liquid nitrogen! How did you know our weakness?"

One of the Talons raised a question.

"Looks like your gun isn't as good as mine."

Oliver said with a hint of smugness.

"Snort!"

Jason snorted and threw a bomb into the Talons' group.

After the explosion, liquid nitrogen instantly spread out, freezing the surrounding Talons and slowing their movements.

Jason seized the opportunity and fired both guns simultaneously; he had long since abandoned his policy of non-killing.

"Bang bang bang!"

A series of gunshots rang out, and flashes of light flickered in the darkness.

Jason's eyes were cold and resolute. Each shot landed in the head, and within moments, six Talons had fallen, blood spreading across the ground.

Seeing the situation was turning against them, the other Talons seized the opportunity to quickly leave the area enveloped by liquid nitrogen and bullets.

"Antiques should be kept in a collection room, not used in battle," Jason scoffed.

After saying that, he threw all the Liquid Nitrogen Bomb off his body.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The Liquid Nitrogen Bomb exploded, and the surrounding temperature plummeted, spreading out a chilling mist.

The Talons' bodies began to stiffen, and their movements became sluggish.

Jason's bullets and Oliver's arrows were fired in quick succession.

"Thud! Thud! Thud!" The bullets struck the target precisely, spraying puffs of blood.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!" The sound of arrows piercing the air was incessant, each one hitting the head of the Talons with perfect accuracy.

Seeing this, the other Talons avoided the cold area and charged towards Dick and Tim like wolves.

"Are you using me as a breakthrough point?"

Dick drew his short stick and assumed a fighting stance.

Tim threw out Liquid Nitrogen Bomb first. "Bang!" The Liquid Nitrogen Bomb exploded instantly, creating a cold area that slowed down the Talons' attack.

Dick's short stick came at him immediately. He moved like the wind, swinging the stick with a whooshing sound, each strike hitting the joints.

"Crack!" The bones of the Talons were smashed, making a chilling sound.

He wasn't Jason; he only cut off the enemy without killing them, preserving his last line of defense.