Chasing (Seeking Reads!)

"Do you have any news about Mike?" John's voice trembled slightly.

A hint of joy appeared on his face, and he then asked excitedly, "Detective Bai Lang, have you seen him?"

Bai Lang looked at the white-haired old man in front of him, his face covered in wrinkles.

It seemed the other party's smile also made him feel a little happier.

"No, but I've roughly narrowed down the area."

"Thank you, Detective Bai Lang."

John excitedly took out a metal object from his bag.

"This is one of the heirlooms my father left me. Cough cough… it's not worth much, consider it my payment."

Bai Lang's gaze fell on the item John had produced.

The metal object was silver all over, about ten centimeters long, and looked like a bracer. Its surface was engraved with exquisite ancient Greek-style patterns.

He looked again at the smile radiating from John's face.

Without any further nonsense, he immediately accepted the man's gesture.

He knew that rather than refuse and have John force it into his hand, it was better to accept it readily.

However, the moment the bracer entered his hand, he instantly sensed a power attached to it.

This power was significantly stronger than the ten thousand horsepower of Magnetic Field Rotation within his body.

[Ability Points +5]

A light blue prompt box appeared before him.

Bai Lang looked at the bracer in his hand in surprise, a beautiful figure appearing in his mind.

A silver bracer with a strange power… could this thing belong to Wonder Woman?

He carefully examined the silver bracer in his hand, feeling the power of Zeus flowing within it.

Will the Amazonian come looking for him to take this back?

Should he refuse then? Or should he blackmail her and do whatever he pleased?

Blackmail, my ass! I, Bai Lang, am a good person! A very good person!

He looked up at John and found that the old man had already started packing his things, preparing to go find his son with him.

Bai Lang put away the guardian silver bracelet and then took John out with him.

He planned to see John's son first, and then have Mick and Gardner help John fulfill his final wish.

John still held the small, blue, plain-covered notebook, his hand gripping the pen and scribbling.

Bai Lang carried his bag for him, leading him towards the Farmer's Chinese Restaurant in the upper city.

"What are you writing?" Bai Lang asked curiously, seeing him constantly writing something.

"A will," John replied.

"This was a habit from my father. Cough cough… He left me many wills before he died, and I must follow this tradition and write some for my son, Mike…"

Bai Lang withdrew his gaze, remaining silent.

"Detective Bai Lang!"

A police car drove up on the road beside them, moving slowly alongside them.

The car window gradually rolled down, revealing a familiar face – Ryan.

"How about I drive you guys to find him?" Ryan suggested.

"Alright."

Bai Lang nodded, and he and John got into the back seat.

"Take us to the Farmer's Chinese Restaurant in the upper city first."

"Detective Bai Lang, aren't we going to find Mike?" John asked, sounding a bit confused.

"Uh… that's where Mike arranged to meet," Bai Lang explained.

Such a clumsy lie, easily seen through with a little thought.

But John didn't overthink it. After spending these days together, he had already realized Bai Lang was a good person.

And good people needed to be trusted.

After dropping John off at the Farmer's Chinese Restaurant, Bai Lang specifically instructed Gardner to prepare a few non-spicy, stomach-friendly dishes for him.

Leaving the Farmer's Chinese Restaurant, Bai Lang subconsciously turned his head to look behind him.

He seemed to sense someone was watching him.

'What's going on? Maybe it's just my imagination…'

He found a small corner, smashed the surveillance camera covered by Batman Bruce, and then put on a suit identical to Batman's.

He needed to rush to the unfinished Building No. 3 to disguise Mike and then bring him over.

In Gotham during the day, this required him to burst forth with unparalleled speed to charge, which was simple.

Bai Lang charged as soon as he said he would!

The power of ten thousand Magnetic Field Rotations flowed through his body, his incredibly strong muscles bulging.

Almost in an instant, his dark, sturdy body streaked towards Park Street in the distance at a speed of 150 meters per second.

Even if surveillance cameras caught him, slowing the footage tenfold would still only reveal a blurry afterimage.

Soon, his figure appeared at the entrance of the alley he had visited before.

The same few addicts were still there, their faces pale, their eye sockets filled with dark circles.

But Bai Lang could see that they were in much better condition than a few days ago, it seemed their lives had begun to improve.

Bai Lang flickered, appearing before the unfinished Building No. 3.

Next to the unfinished building, on an open space of about a hundred square meters, tents were pitched everywhere.

Garbage was piled haphazardly next to the cluster of tents, pressing down on the corners of some of them.

It looked like a large encampment for vagrants.

But it was much better than when Bai Lang first arrived.

At least in the center of the tent cluster, there was a large pot that required three people to encircle.

And Harley Quinn was stirring food in the burning pot with her baseball bat.

A line of people holding plastic bowls had already formed in front of the large pot.

It seemed that in the past few days, they had stolen quite a bit from the luxury cars of the rich, like Rolls-Royces and Bugatti Veyrons.

But Bai Lang knew this would only solve the problem for a short time.

Among the crowd, he saw a figure very similar to the one in John's photo.

He looked very much like John, his build as thin and small as in the photo, his features had grown a bit, but the disdain and immaturity in his eyes had been replaced by numbness.

Bai Lang recognized him at a glance; it was the young man he had seen before, always holding a physics book and flipping through it.

He was also John's son, Mike Benjamin.

His face was sallow, his features gaunt, with several sores around his mouth, his eyes vacant, just like the addicts outside.

Bai Lang's heart sank slightly, and he instantly appeared in front of Mike.

After being toyed with by the Riddler, Batman, Bruce Wayne, found Mike Benjamin's whereabouts.

He discovered that the young man was just an addict in a small gang. Coincidentally, the leader of this small gang was Harley Quinn.

This made him wonder what new scheme Harley Quinn and the Riddler were plotting.

The most common people he saw in this small gang were addicts, and Bruce Wayne did not have a good impression of people who willingly degraded themselves.

So, naturally, he assumed Harley Quinn was planning something.

He stood on the roof of the unfinished building, looking down at Harley Quinn, who was boiling some bread porridge.

Suddenly, Alfred's voice came from the Batcave.

"Young Master Wayne, there has been a bank robbery and explosion in the Upper East Side. Clayface and Black Mask have appeared together!"

His expression froze, and he immediately took out a surveillance camera, installing it on the roof of the unfinished building to keep an eye on the scene below.

Then, he drove the Batmobile towards Gotham Bank in the Upper East Side.

When Batman, Bruce Wayne, arrived, Clayface and Black Mask's men were preparing to leave in a small truck.

Bruce Wayne immediately activated the weapons on the Batmobile.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!!!

Two Gatling guns extended from the front of the vehicle, opening fire on the truck carrying Clayface and Black Mask.

The bullets struck the hard truck shell, making clanging metal sounds, and sparks flew everywhere.

Clayface extended a massive arm, nearly a meter long, to block the tires, preventing Batman from shooting them out.

But Bruce Wayne was wearing the Anti-Superman Armor, which was exceptionally powerful.

He immediately leaped out of the Batmobile, the properties of the N-series Metal allowing him to fly.

At the Farmer's Chinese Restaurant not far ahead.

"Thank you."

John put down his bowl and thanked Gardner sincerely.

Gardner had enthusiastically prepared several delicious dishes for him just now.

Although the other party didn't charge him, in return, John told him his story as requested.

But he didn't expect that this seemingly rough man's eyes would redden, and he could even see tears welling up after hearing his story.

RUMBLE!!!

Just then, a huge roar came from outside.