Facts proved that not all human brains could be judged by the same standard.
With many of the base's internal facilities damaged, especially the already unstable power supply and communications—
Bruce Wayne, seemingly a human supercomputer, quickly compared the internal map with the remaining surveillance feeds under the guidance of the survivors in the room, especially that old man who had been "interrogated" to the point of nearly revealing the color of his underwear, and plotted a temporary route.
"Considering the risks, we'll leave from this room, take the eastern route, pass along two platforms, then turn down to the next-level corridor. We'll risk crossing this brief surveillance blind spot and enter the monitoring passage directly—"
After marking the virtual map point by point, a conspicuous green arrow took shape. With bright eyes, Mr. Bruce had even taken the time to unceremoniously tear a piece of fabric from a nearby woman's long dress, barely fashioning it into a bat-shaped hood and pulling it over his head. He then waved a hand and explained the plan to his two "companions."
Though there did not seem to be much difference before and after, once he put on that crude hood, which looked like something a bank robber would wear, he suddenly carried the air of someone possessed by a deity. He became an entirely different person in an instant!
What kind of hood was that? He had clearly put on his true body!
Seeing the two pointed cloth corners deliberately propped up atop that black-lace-striped hood, Old Li could not help grumbling to himself.
Still, he had to admit that the moment Bruce's face was covered, he instantly became "cold and dark." Even his voice seamlessly shifted into Batman's gravelly middle-aged rasp. Compared with the young billionaire from before, he was far