An Opportunity Always Favors Those Who Are Prepared

"Ha, you've improved quite a bit lately, Old Bat. Not bad. You actually managed to hurt me this badly."

Lynn spat a mouthful of saliva mixed with blood onto the ground, wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and sneered.

"Please, Lynn. There's a basin for medical waste right beside you. Don't spit on the floor, and stop playing the actor."

After carrying Lynn, who had been struck by lightning, indoors, Alfred and Bruce spent ages saving him. The moment the man, his entire body smoking black, woke up, he immediately started this performance.

"Cough, cough! Old Bat with phlegm stuck in his throat~ The great responsibility of saving Gotham is, is handed to..."

"Lin!"

"Understood."

Lynn's recovery was going very well.

Bruce Wayne could clearly tell that, aside from his ability to control plants, Lynn had gained several other "nonhuman" abilities.

For example, his astonishing regenerative ability.

Just now, when that bolt of lightning had appeared out of nowhere and struck Lynn on the head, Wayne had initially thought it was another one of Lynn's not-so-funny jokes.

But after smelling the scent of roasting meat, Wayne decided that Lynn probably hadn't taken the joke this far.

When he ran over to Lynn, he had practically thought that the blackened, charcoal-like figure lying there was already a deadman.

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After that, Wayne worked with Alfred at the manor to give Lynn injections, administering antibiotics and various medications.

During the injections, Lynn cursed and complained, his mouth as foul as ever. Only after Wayne gave him a sedative did Lynn finally wear a blissful smile, repeating "That's the stuff, that's the stuff" over and over before sinking into a deep sleep.

In less than two hours, Lynn's body began to "shed." Large amounts of charred, dead cells and skin peeled away from his body, while his new skin and damaged internal organs rapidly regenerated and returned to normal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mr. Bruce Wayne had added several more electrodes to Lynn and set up two scanners, so he could see everything clearly from in front of the monitors.

Lynn's abilities seemed to have become even more complicated.

"Wayne, are you done yet?"

Lying in a strange-shaped nutrient tank filled with nutrient solution, Lynn had already cooperated with Old Bat's physical examination for more than two hours.

Old Bat said he wanted to test Lynn's physical qualities and bodily condition so that he could better create something like Anti-Lynn Armor in the future.

Lynn agreed to Old Bat's request. While cooperating actively, he didn't forget to tell Old Bat that he grew a little stronger every forty-eight hours. He also offered his own objective and detailed suggestions, hoping that if the two of them ever came to blows, Wayne could simply bring out the power of a billionaire, throw money at the problem, rent out Victoria's Secret, and use a beauty trap or something.

In response, Lynn promised that he would surrender at the first opportunity and tell him everything he knew.

Following the principles of equality, fairness, free will, and practical honesty, the two of them reached a full consensus on their future cooperation.

Alfred, who had attended the meeting as a witness, stated that Lynn had demonstrated a high level of professional competence and dedication during the signing of the agreement. He was rigorous, upright, and highly disciplined, and Alfred personally looked forward to working with Lynn again.

According to the data, Gotham City's overall crime rate had fallen by 7.5 percent over the past six months, while criminal cases had declined by 11.7 percent. At present, the figure was still decreasing slowly but steadily. All of this was related to Lynn's active efforts and selfless contributions.

Bruce Wayne stated that he had always valued and placed great importance on his strategic partnership with Lynn. He was willing to work alongside Lynn to earnestly implement the important consensus reached by both sides and continuously advance their strategic partnership.

This was Alfred, your correspondent on the scene, reporting from Wayne Manor.

"So, Lin, you're actually all better now?"

Sitting on the stone steps by the entrance, Wayne watched Lynn perform somersaults and huge bounding steps across the lawn ahead of him. He still found it somewhat unbelievable.

After all, five or six hours ago, Lynn had been on the verge of death. That abnormal lightning bolt had practically split him open.

Yet now, before half a day had passed, Lynn could move around casually as if nothing had happened. He could even nimbly dodge every swipe from Kitty while being chased after kicking her away.

As everyone knew, a cat was seven times as fast as a cat.

If he could dodge a cat's attacks, Lynn's physical abilities might now be even stronger than they had been before he was struck.

Was this what they called a pleasant surprise?

"Yeah, I'm completely healed. One hundred percent healed."

Lynn held Kitty's two forelegs from behind, without the slightest hint that he was pretending.

So people evolved after being struck by lightning? Wayne could use everything he had learned over the past thirty years to prove that this was utter nonsense.

The problem was with the person, not the lightning.

Wayne glanced at Lynn and felt that he should have set up more instruments and given Lynn a thorough examination.

The data still wasn't enough.

"Lin, earlier you said..."

Wayne remembered that Lynn had mentioned the existence of many strange people and unusual events in this world several times. Unfortunately, Lynn was always vague, speaking in veiled terms filled with rambling nonsense, making it difficult to extract any genuinely useful information.

In response, Old Bat had summarized several keywords and used his own power and wealth to gather some clues.

[Arrows Everywhere] and [Robin Hood] probably referred to the hooded man who used a bow and arrows as his weapon.

[Under the Sea] might refer to an ability user who controlled water.

[Red-Eye Effect] and [Tin Man] might refer to the cyborg who had only recently appeared.

As for [Homelander], [Lasso-of-Truth Queen], and [Lightning Charging], Old Bat had no leads for the time being.

Thinking about it now, could the person connected to lightning actually be Lynn himself?

"Lin, earlier you said... was the person who ran so fast he could circle around a tree and screw himself actually you?"

"WTF?!"

Lynn couldn't understand how such a bizarre title had somehow ended up being attached to him.

"I'm telling you, you need evidence when you speak. Otherwise, I'll sue—"

"Master Bruce, there's..."

Alfred came over carrying a strange machine that looked like a landline phone but also had a display screen.

"What is it? Where?"

"1715 Xindun Street. An orphanage."

Alfred's expression was solemn. "Someone drove a gas truck there and said they were going to kill everyone. The gas has already begun spreading."

"All right, I kno—"

"All right, I understand. Thanks for the tip, Alf. I'll buy you some ice cream when I get back."

Lynn successfully cut him off, patted Alfred on the shoulder, turned around, and ran out.

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I always write about Batman with phlegm stuck in his throat. Today is my third day with COVID-19, and I've become a man with phlegm in his throat and back pain.

I'll put on a little show for everyone and bite a lighter.

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