Besides this, Shimizu himself constantly maintains the Transparent World.
The Transparent World is not a completely passive skill, but rather a manifestation of a sufficiently high mental state, which can be activated with a slight concentration of attention.
However, as a puppeteer capable of multitasking, Shimizu can still spare a portion of his mental energy to constantly maintain the Transparent World.
The wide streets, the houses on both sides, whether it's the swirling breeze or the crawling insects, every movement is reflected in Shimizu's mind in minute detail.
Bruce Wayne's words also constantly echoed in Shimizu's mind, being analyzed.
Someone wants to attack me, that's for sure, and they have considerable power, enough to warrant Batman's personal reminder.
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Shimizu put himself in their shoes and began to think.
The opponent will definitely collect my information, and collect it quite comprehensively, and analyze my personality and preferences based on the data to predict my next move in order to take action.
So, the question is, since the opponent has collected my information, they must also be very aware of my strength.
Unless they can hire a heaven-defying existence like Superman, otherwise, with Shimizu's current combat power, ordinary beings cannot harm him.
Suddenly, Shimizu's Transparent World detected a trace of abnormality and quickly turned his head.
In the dimly lit night, a subtle reflection came from the rooftop of the building across the street.
Shimizu pressed down on the accountant beside him and quickly ducked his head.
The crisp sound of shattering glass rang out, and an armor-piercing bullet accurately hit the back seat of the car.
"Alert! Sniper!"
Aman saw the scene through the rearview mirror and hurriedly shouted into the intercom.
But Shimizu had already kicked open the car door, teleported out, turned into a blue lightning flash, stepped on the wall, and instantly rushed to the rooftop across the street.
A figure wearing a black uniform and a head resembling an owl quickly dropped the sniper rifle after firing the first shot and ran towards the other side.
He knew he only had one chance to shoot.
If the assassination failed, given the target's terrifying combat power, he would have to escape no matter what after firing the shot.
However, after only running for a few seconds, Shimizu, who was even faster, appeared in front of him and instantly unleashed several slashes.
The blade, strengthened by the sharp airflow, instantly slashed across flesh and blood, cutting off his limbs.
Shimizu got up and stepped forward, pinching the other party's jaw to dislocate it, preventing suicide by poison.
Strangely, despite suffering such heavy injuries, the other party only groaned twice, without even a scream.
"Court of Owls..."
Shimizu pulled off the other party's helmet with a gloomy face, revealing a young face devoid of any emotion.
Under the perception of the Transparent World, Shimizu could see that this person's muscle density was very high, his physical strength was close to the peak of human beings, and his hormone system was different from ordinary people, achieving another strange balance.
This is a Talon of the Court of Owls.
Pain and emotions are suppressed to near disappearance, they are skilled in stealth and assassination, and their physical qualities surpass normal humans.
"Very good, a group of rats hiding in the dirty sewers actually dare to offend your father!"
Shimizu pinched the Talon's neck.
In the sky, a white shadow flashed, and a tall metal warrior landed, extending a hand towards the Talon, spraying cold air and freezing his body.
Although he knew that it would be difficult to interrogate a Talon like this, it was still worth a try.
The Court of Owls was born with the birth of Gotham, intending to control the entire Gotham's darkness, and thereby further control Gotham.
They oppose Batman because the Dark Knight represents darkness, and they oppose me because I am about to unify Gotham's underworld.
The Court of Owls does not allow any existence other than themselves to represent darkness and control darkness.
"Then I might as well just wipe you out."
Shimizu used the Transparent World to look at the subordinates rushing up the stairs, looked up at the bat signal projected in the Gotham sky, and thought silently in his heart.
The Court of Owls has a certain amount of extraordinary combat power, which is nothing, but this organization has existed for hundreds of years, and may have some troublesome trump cards.
But it is not impossible to solve.
The real trouble is that this organization is too mysterious, all the high-level members are composed of members of some famous families in Gotham, making it have a great influence on all walks of life in Gotham.
But who those people are, no one can figure out.
I have to find a breakthrough first, and then follow the vine.
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At the same time, somewhere on the streets of Gotham.
Jason Todd walked aimlessly in the alleys of Gotham, looking at the bat signal above the Gotham Police Department, projected onto the dense dark clouds.
What should he do now?
In Jason's heart, he has completely rejected Batman's no-killing principle, but he still has deep feelings for the members of the Bat-Family.
He knew that he could not go back to the past.
But to be honest, he is also a little confused about his future path.
He has deviated from Batman's path, but he is still deeply influenced by it. After his resurrection, he was also influenced by Ra's al Ghul, but he does not completely agree with the latter either.
He could only walk aimlessly in the alley until he saw a scene that often happened in Gotham.
Crime.
Three criminals wearing shark, vulture, and fox masks each held baseball bats, pistols, and knives, blocking a black child in the alley.
"I... I have a gun! Don't move, don't come over! Otherwise, I'll shoot!"
The black child nervously raised a gun.
"Hahaha! You don't even know how to turn off the safety, what's the use of a gun?"
"Isn't that kid's gun a toy gun?"
"Little black devil, who told you to be on the lookout at the police station?!"
The black child, Jevonni, forced himself to calm down.
The gun in his hand was real, but he really didn't know how to turn off the safety.
Some models of pistols can't be turned off by just pulling it.
Jevonni's father was a reporter who tried to expose corruption within the Gotham Police Department and was eventually killed by a corrupt cop.
Jevonni knew which policeman his father was investigating, so he took the gun from the safe at home and squatted at the entrance of the police station trying to take revenge.
However, this approach was too childish in the eyes of the experienced corrupt cops. After discovering it, they used their connections to have a small black gang they were protecting come to take care of the child.
However, Jevonni doesn't know how to use a gun, but Jason does.
But before Jason could grab the gun, a black shadow flew out from the high wall next to him.
