As a person with super strength and super endurance.
After awakening Force Field, he also has super precision and super freehand construction capabilities.
What's more, Shane itself possesses certain alien technological capabilities, although Viltrum only has a preliminary understanding of it.
But compared to Earth, he is now someone who can carve out the shell of an aircraft and most of its internal mechanical structures with his bare hands.
The most sophisticated chips are not very good. To meet the computing requirements of inter-galactic navigation, at least a trillion-level transistor structure is required. Currently, it is too much for Shane, Force Field and his Mental Power who have just awakened.
It is possible for Black-suit Superman to do it.
But what was in front of me was just the architectural drawings of a three-story villa.
Shane took about forty minutes to understand the content, and then started construction without hesitation.
Digging pits, setting up frames, supporting formwork, pouring concrete...
With the help of Magic from Rachel, the Escape Pod on the side was slightly disassembled and the internal computer was reprogrammed to assist in calculations, as well as Shane's own super construction ability.
After a whole night and a day, a rough three-story villa that has not yet been painted has been freshly built.
Taking a look at the setting sun that was about to sink into the sea level, Shane casually washed his hands on the beach, stretched for more than ten seconds, put down his arms, and looked at each other with Rachel, who had also just finished painting Magic circle for the rough house.
Both of them smiled tacitly.
Of course, Rachel's facial muscles didn't react that much. At most, his eyelashes trembled, but Shane could understand.
Rachel imposes a Magic similar to Illusion Magic on Shane.
The body shape of Shane has been modified to the same level as Batman from a sensory perspective.
After thinking about it, Rachel made a cheering gesture to Shane.
"Have fun."
"I can't wait any longer."
Shane flew into the night sky, flying in the direction of Gotham.
Shane, who previously remained in the form of a "ghost" in Past Timeline, already knows the location of the holy land under the Wayne Manor.
Taking advantage of the fact that the old bat was seriously ill and couldn't afford it, Shane decided to give Gotham a big job.
Just like prisoners who have been in prison for several years, the first thing they often do is to have fun.
Shane decided to cultivate his own hobbies to relieve the depression he had been feeling for several years.
At night.
Through an inconspicuous abandoned dry well outside the Wayne Manor, Shane found the hidden passage that he had explored using his ghost state during his years in prison, and sneaked all the way into the underground Batcave.
Even though his physique is now extraordinary, Shane still can't help but feel excited when he thinks about what he is going to do next.
COS Batman ah.
Real-life experience of speed-passing the famous game "Batman·Arkham Knight" in the previous life.
And this timeline is very close. In the game, it seems that after Batman adopted the third generation Robin Tim, Second Robin, who was supposed to be killed by Joker, transformed into Arkham Knight to retaliate against Batman.
But it's still early for Batman to adopt Tim, and there is no trace of Second Robin yet.
These details are not important!
Tonight's Gotham Dark Knight, who else would it be than me!
A black shadow slowly approached Bat-suit placed in the display jar, and slowly stretched out a sinful hand towards the display jar.
Shane, who was also crouching in the dark and was about to touch him, opened his eyes wide. He looked at the black figure who was about three steps faster than him, and he was a little confused.
Isn't this the case?
Special code, what bastard dares to do such a thing.
It's true that ambition eats up the courage of a leopard, and Tai Sui makes trouble.
Forget it, it doesn't take much effort to first help the poor old bat, who is temporarily unable to take care of himself, to deal with a little thief.
When the time comes, I won't be able to figure it out.
Shane wrapped himself with Force Field, slowly touched behind the black shadow, narrowed his eyes slightly, and Viltrum quietly raised the knife.
The dark figure seemed to be completely immersed in Bat-suit, and kept extending its sinful hand.
Stretch! Stretch! Stretch!
Suddenly, there was a crisp snapping sound, and the entire dim Batcave was illuminated by a simple but sufficient wattage light bulb at the top of the cave.
Nightwing was leaning against the entrance of a certain passage, with his arms folded across his chest, looking helplessly at the three people in Batcave.
The one at the front was Plastic Man, wearing a red perverted tights. One arm stretched two meters, almost pressing against the glass of the display jar.
Behind Plastic Man is Shane who is bending over and about to stab the knife.
Behind him, the local Metropolis Superman was clenching his fist and preparing to hit Shane on the back of the head.
The three people froze at the same time, looked up at the big bright light bulb, and then turned to look at Nightwing.
"I can't even hide in these clothes. You guys are really..."
Nightwing was really unable to complain and sighed.
"As for that?"
After a while, the three of them showed sad expressions and sat in the restaurant upstairs at the Wayne Manor.
Alfred's housekeeper, who was woken up in the middle of the night, brought a pot of hot chocolate with an expressionless face and poured a cup for each of Plastic Man, Shane, and Superman.
Nightwing Da Ma Jin Dao sat at the head of the dining table. When the butler left, he crossed his legs directly to the table.
"Tell me, why are you three here?"
The three of them began to take turns speaking in tacit agreement.
"I just want to play, I think it's interesting."
"I'm here to help. He's still unconscious. I thought he was close, so I came over."
"I came here purely for revenge. I have been in a bad mood recently. Gotham This place is convenient for beating people to vent their anger at night."
Plastic Man and Superman glanced at Shane in shock, and Plastic Man's jaw dropped to the stool.
Nightwing showed a strange expression, frowning and thinking for a few seconds.
"Gotham's night really needs a Batman. Yesterday I patrolled the night alone and showed up to arrest a few people. In the end, it seemed to have sent a signal to those ghosts and monsters to come out and cause trouble."
When the three heard this, they looked at each other.
It seems that there is something going on. Look at what Nightwing means. This is about to be officially authorized.
Plastic Man's waist straightened up a bit. Superman was already sitting upright. Only Shane was still lying softly in the chair, holding the hot chocolate and taking a sip.
Nightwing seemed to have figured something out and raised his hand.
"Your mentality is most suitable for you, so you stay."
Plastic Man's jaw dropped again, and even Superman's eyes widened in surprise.
Shane licked the corner of his mouth, raised his head, and then became confused.
"Me?"
Nightwing raised the finger pointing at him and shook it.
"Yes, it's you, but remember, no typing is allowed Deadman."
Ten minutes later, Shane, who could not conceal his excitement, stood in Batcave, watching Nightwing take out Bat-suit, and waved to him.
"It's quite troublesome to wear this thing for the first time. There are a lot of details to pay attention to. You can't move around in some places, it's very dangerous - and you seem to have grown a little taller."
Shane took a deep breath and took the bat Helmet. Feeling the wonderful feel, he felt happy after a long absence.
"Believe me, I came here fully prepared."
With the help of Nightwing, Shane, who had finished putting on Bat-suit, first shook his shoulders to feel the feeling of the cloak in the correct position, then found a mirror and stood there twisting his waist and hips to warm up.
Nightwing frowned and came over to help him activate the headset built into Helmet. In an instant, the beeping alarm sound filled his ears.
"It's time to set off. Gotham will enter a preliminary state of chaos tonight. They are all testing Batman, who did not show up last night, to see if something really happened."
After helping Shane activate the voice changer at his Adam's apple, Nightwing turned and walked towards the warehouse where the bat's wonderful vehicle was stored.
Shane followed Nightwing with square steps, and suddenly remembered something.
A deep voice exactly like Batman sounded behind Nightwing.
"Um, how much strength does it take to not beat someone to death?"
Nightwing almost stumbled.
He turned around and replied angrily.
"It's 650 pounds to hit the head and face, 850 pounds to hit the ribs, and 1,500 pounds to hit the leg bones. And when you use this voice, try to be brief!"
As the three data of Nightwing were reported, Shane also quickly threw three punches of different weights. The sharp blade on the side of Gauntlet flashed with cold light. The force of piercing the air and the sharp blade breaking the wind resistance cooperated with each other, causing three heavy buzzing sounds.
"OK man, I remember."
Nightwing took a deep breath, and his whole face was trembling.
"Change all those weird idioms and long diction of yours, or try not to speak tonight."