He's actually at it again!
Can a normal person go 72 hours without sleeping?!
Colt indignantly minced the beef into fine bits and made a meatball soup.
Joseph silently finished the beef meatballs that had been salted twice.
In his eyes, Colt was perfect. Ever since Colt was able to touch things, he had started taking over the kitchen and cooking Chinese food for him according to recipes, never having made a mistake like today.
Joseph looked within himself for the reason.
His son inherited his mother's beauty. Living in the muck of Gotham and having faced a tragic fate, he had not picked up any bad habits, nor had he even gone through a rebellious phase; Joseph almost wanted to thank God.
But the people of Gotham do not believe in God; the people of Gotham believe that "wherever money is, there love is."
Joseph operated his phone: "I've transferred 50,000 into your living account. If it's not enough, send me a message."
No need, I can make my own money.
Colt was well aware of the family's financial situation. Although Joseph's annual salary and bonuses combined could reach tens of millions each year, the basement laboratory consumed even more money. Today's shopping was all done on credit cards, so this fifty thousand must have been squeezed out from somewhere.
“I live and eat in the lab; I have no expenses,” Joseph said with a frown. “You are different. You only encounter things that belong to you. If you have no money, you would starve to death even with food right in front of you.”
The things we bought today are enough to feed me for a year." Colt changed the subject: "The new mold I've been cultivating is growing too well; it's a waste if I don't use it all. Do you want to take some with you?
I'll take some; logistics can reimburse it at market price." Joseph tossed the tray into the dishwasher. "Come on, let's go to the basement. I'll teach you how to use the Quantum Teleportation Device.
Quantum Teleportation is the latest achievement of the Wayne Advanced Laboratory, which is scheduled to be put into use by the courier company under Wayne Enterprises next year.
Under the guise of testing, Joseph brought a set back home.
Author's Note:
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Chapter 6
Once I learn how to write test reports, I can use testing as a pretext to teleport things to you; you'll just need to submit the reports.
Joseph has developed a new way to fleece the company.
Colt was distracted.
A virtual screen suspended in mid-air was playing an emergency notification issued by the GCPD, warning citizens to stay away from Miller Port, as a major shootout had broken out on the Diamond Princess.
"Do you want to go to the scene?" Joseph suddenly asked.
"No, I was just wondering if Mr. Wayne would be there too?" Colt shook his head, filling in the last piece of data on the detection report in his hand.
Joseph didn't look at the report Colt had finished, but simply asked, "Which Wayne? Bruce or Timothy?"
"Did Drake change his surname to Wayne?" Colt didn't pay much attention to financial news and wasn't aware of this.
“Bruce Wayne once notarized a will, deciding to leave the company to Timothy Drake for inheritance. Even with a blood relative now, the will has not been changed. Many people in the company call him Young Master Wayne; whether he carries the Wayne surname or not is not important." Joseph continued to ask, "Are you thinking of little Wayne?"
No, I'm thinking of Vibranium.
Colt suppressed the thought in his mind, not letting it turn into speech.
Joseph took the silence as a default.
You already know how to use the machines and you've learned the inspection reports. If you're worried, then go and take a look.
"I'm not worried about Drake." Colt began to take off his gloves.
The first time someone else's name, height, appearance, eye color appeared in your notebook.." Joseph was very concerned about his son's mental health. "I know you have a codename online now; sooner or later, you'll be just like those little birds, heading out there.
Colt guessed that the "little birds" his father mentioned referred to Red Robin.
But Red Robin is a Peter Pan who will never grow up; once a Red Robin does grow up, he can only retire and make way for the new Red Robin.
Tonight at Miller Port, one will definitely be able to see Batman and Red Robin; perhaps even the whole Bat-family.
Colt didn't show any excitement about being able to see Gotham's idols immediately; he only felt an anxiety that his Vibranium might be confiscated by Batman, he even had to tear off his protective suit.
“Wait, Stark taught you to leave home empty-handed?”
Joseph called out to Colt, stuffing things into a backpack.
This is Gotham. Take a spare Sound Auxiliary Transceiver so you don't end up deaf and mute if your hearing aid falls out. You have no logistics, so you'll need a Quantum Terminal to gather information and, if necessary, to infiltrate the Bat's communication channels. Oh, you'll need weapons—nothing that's a gun, or you'll trigger Batman's sensitivities. Found them: high-potency anesthetics. A single drop can knock someone unconscious; this should be enough to safely take down a hundred people..
Colt took the backpack Joseph tossed to him, then, disregarding the house rules and exercising his Ghost talent, he rode a skateboard straight through a wall and charged toward Miller Port.
In Gotham, accidents are part of daily life.
Chaos reigned on the Diamond Princess, a complete mess of madness.
Black Mask rode in an airship while his henchmen piloted helicopters, aiming rocket launchers at the cruise ship, demanding that Penguin pay back 3 billion.
Gotham is truly wealthy!
Colt sighed.
He picked up 2.99 billion online over a month ago, just enough to buy Vibranium.
The one Dad has is as small as a pigeon egg, it's kept in the most hidden safe. Once he gets his own Vibranium, he'll give Dad one for his collection, one to make a bulletproof vest, one to research the alloy formula, one prepared into nano-Vibranium using supercritical fluids..
Colt reached into his backpack, pulled out the Quantum Terminal, put it on.
The Quantum Terminal looked like an open-ended headband, with its tail resting just above the ends of the eyebrows and antennas extending from the sides of the ears. Its smooth, curved design and pale blue light gave it a strong high-tech feel.
Well, it looks a bit like an elven crown.
Because it was far too chuunibyou, it didn't need such powerful functions in daily life, so most of the time it stayed tucked away on the equipment rack in the basement.
[Quantum Terminal activated. Mental power connection successful. Mental power guide operating normally. Sound Auxiliary Transceiver connected. Cross-space signal stabilizer operating normally. External network signal detected. Internet connected.. AI assistant Watchin reporting. Please enter command.]
A virtual light screen popped up before Colt's eyes, with startup prompts flashing continuously across the screen. Below the center, there was a blank input box used for issuing commands.
[Connected to the Diamond Princess control system.]
[Connected to the Diamond Princess control system. Should all administrative accounts be banned and the intelligent defense system locked?]
No, remain anonymous and stealthy. Do not be detected. Search for order 43XL007; appearance is a cat-faced deity statue, three meters high, weighing five tons.
Vibranium is a specially embargoed item. Colt chose a smuggling route under the name of the most reliable smuggler, Penguin, hiding the Vibranium inside a copper statue. After traveling on a cruise ship across the sea for over a month, the Vibranium was finally successfully transported back to Gotham.
In Gotham, it was the rule that precious goods had to be inspected on-site and handed over in person; otherwise, no compensation would be provided for any loss.
Colt had no intention of receiving the package through normal procedures from the start. Aside from his father, no one could see him, he couldn't exactly bring the interactive holographic projection device from home to use as a password.
The Quantum Terminal quickly provided the search results: the statue was still in the storage room of the Diamond Princess's lower hold.
Colt dived straight through the wall.
Everything went smoothly, if he didn't see Timothy.
Colt passed through two walls and then retreated.
Above Timothy's head were words, bold Arabic numerals, stuck squarely in the center of his head, emitting light and changing color, but the font remained constant.
39。
The problem was, the one with text above her head was a lady!
Colt poked the Little Messenger at the Dream Station.
Little Messenger rolled over, bubbles popping up from his head: [Fatigue Level: 39↑, work..]
Colt looked at the progress bar in the Dream Station, then at the closed restroom door, cautiously poked his head inside.
The tall lady pulled a pad from her cleavage, stripped off her medieval crinoline, removed her veiled floral hat with its long golden hair, transforming into a boy in a tight-fitting suit in just a few quick movements. The boy hid the discarded items in the ceiling, changed into a guard's black suit, put on sunglasses and gloves, adjusted his walkie-talkie..
Colt jerked his head back.
That's right, above his head, the number 39 was glowing in a bright, green font, with an outer glow that was incredibly eye-catching and shimmering!
What was Timothy planning to do by disguising himself as a lady and sneaking onto the cruise ship?
Colt screamed silently.
Chaos reigned above, the security patrols in the lower hold became even more frequent. Timothy blended into the crowd, slowly approaching the lower hold, suddenly took down a guard at a corner.
The Orphan lunged silently from the shadows, kicking and knocking out the other two.
The two looked at each other and nodded silently, moving in perfect unison to drag the unconscious guards into the storage room. Timothy lagged behind, his footsteps faltering for a moment.
Ghost appeared in the storage room, holding a dropper in his hand, squeezing liquid into the unconscious guard's nostrils.
Colt didn't want to meddle either, but every guard had an alarm implanted in them. If they remained motionless for more than three minutes, the alarm would alert the intelligent defense system and deliver an electric shock.
Watchin could handle the alarms; Colt just wanted to see if the potent anesthetic his father had prepared was effective.
Timothy turned and walked back.
The Orphan looked back as well, but saw nothing, so he looked at Timothy with confusion.
Timothy said nothing, but simply returned to the side of the unconscious guard, observed the guard's breathing, then turned him into a recovery position.
Colt crouched motionless, his gaze following Timothy, his head turning from left to right, then from right to left.
Timothy's lips curled upward as he took off a walkie-talkie and handed it to the Orphan.
Forget the questions from above; our goal tonight is to rescue the Mutants and the Merfolk.
The Orphan did not understand why he had to repeat Batman's mission on the night patrol channel, but he did not question it, merely nodding before disappearing back into the darkness.
Colt watched their retreating figures, falling into deep thought:
Timothy's situation was tied to whether he could strike it rich overnight, so Timothy's business was not meddling.
The Quantum Terminal quickly retrieved the locations of the Mutants and the Merfolk.
Colt had always been law-abiding.
He did not use Timothy's communication channel to transmit messages; instead, he pulled out a notebook, quickly sketched a simple map, then tore off the map and folded it into a paper airplane.
The Orphan realized something was wrong; many guards had fainted along their route.
It's a potent anesthetic. Someone is helping us.
Probably a friend, I guess.
Timothy flashed outside the control room door and lowered his head, about to deal with the electronic lock.