Super Detective in the Fictional World

Sure enough, as Gordon dropped his gaze to the extra shadows out of the corner of his eye, he saw Master Webster standing on the metal frame of the signal tower at the top of the building, his cloak billowing behind him.

He had just glided through the air and landed there.

Emmm~ Why didn't he just land on the ground like someone? Because keeping a low profile was Luke's choice, not Master Webster's.

Master Waverly finished his appearance, while making sure no one else was watching from the surrounding rooftops, before leaping down with a single bound.

Gordon's gaze then shifted downward, only to find that three people were already standing silently behind where Master Webster had landed.

The sword and shield warrior woman in dark red with dark gold robes, Barry in all red, and Luke, a high-fashion replica of Master Webster.

Gordon's attention lingered on Luke for two more seconds before he looked to Master Wayne, "Besides that one, how many other Batmen like you are there?"

Hearing the questioning tone of it, Master Vai frowned, "I'm the only one in Batman. Go ahead, what is it?"

Gordon pulled out a child's doodle and handed it to him, "Eight Star Labs staff members are missing, six in Metropolis and two on our side, one of the children drew a sketch of the kidnapper."

Master Webster turned out to be a winged humanoid with what appeared to be a hood over its head, protruding two eyes.

Diana glanced at it, "It's a class demon."

At first glance, Luke understood where Commissioner Gordon's extra "attention" to himself came from.

The quasar had two pairs of dragonfly-like wings on its back, and the face was too complex for a child to draw, so it was reduced to a black hood.

The drawings are all in black pencil, and at first glance, they look similar to Batman's. So, he can draw a black hood.

As such, he could understand the animosity implied in Commissioner Gordon's mental fluctuations.

After all, Luke is not an old friend like Batman, and it's normal for Commissioner Gordon to be suspicious.

Of course, Luke actually felt that Commissioner Gordon was a bit like someone from the old house next door, as if he was the second generation of that Jameson newspaper?

The guy's family runs an ancestral Daily Bugle in New York, and when he ran to Los Angeles to play with Wade, he even robbed Vanessa and was beaten up by the then not-so-nervous Wade, pretending to rob the $20,000 he had with him.

And then look in front of the Gordon director, a black coat, black soft-brimmed hat, more serious and serious person, no newspaper second generation Jameson that kind of beaten up.

People really don't talk by their clothes.

"Now that's nine." A figure jumped up from the rooftop outside, one red glowing eye on the face startled Chief Gordon and Barry.

Barry was too busy patting his own puffy little heart, glancing at Master Waverly and Luke beside him in passing to be reassured: these two could fight much better than he could.

In fact, Master Waverly, Diana, and Luke had all sensed the man's arrival in advance, but were just waiting for him to come out himself.

From the shadows at the edge of the rooftop, he emerged, revealing a strange metal body and half a human face, that of Victor Stone, who had recently "failed" the invitation.

The only half of his human face was filled with gloom and anger: "They just kidnapped the director of Star Labs."

Now it dawned on everyone but Commissioner Gordon: Victor's dad was this supervisor.

No wonder he hadn't just promised Diana to join the Justice League, but now he was after the Batlight.

More than reaching out to reassure the little hearted Barry, Chief Gordon was all staccato and just sized up Victor, and when he saw no reaction from Master Wayne and the others, he knew it wasn't the enemy.

He reached into his other pocket and pulled out a file with a map marking the locations of the murders, "We've investigated the locations and haven't found the kidnappers' stronghold."

Viktor's e-cigarette flashed red, "It's just on land."

Everyone came together to look at the map, and Victor did some quick calculations in his head, "Combining the movement routes of those monsters, Brickston Island is a suitable location, right between the two cities."

Being an underground worker, Master Vai was sharp: "Gotham Harbor originally wanted to build an underground tunnel to Metropolis, but the economic crisis broke out a few years after it was opened and it was abandoned there."

Gordon couldn't help but follow his line of sight, turning to look across the Metropolis defenses and watching for a moment before returning, "Do you really think that the lair of some sort of class demon is ...... there?"

It had become a bit empty in front of the Director, with only little Barry listening to him speak with a dumbfounded look on his face.

It was only when he saw Gordon's surprised expression that Barry looked around in alarm, "Wow wow, they just disappeared without a word ...... Well, that was really rude."

Swish!

The roof of the GCPD building was completely clear, leaving Chief Gordon to open his mouth and whirl around, as if he didn't know what to curse about.

......

A few minutes later, the newly formed Justice League quintet stood at the mouth of a huge circular vent.

Looking at the images coming back from Luke's drone, Master Webster frowned: "The Star Labs people are still alive, over a hundred class demons."

Silence from the crowd: there's a Papa Victor in there!

The issue of proximity was unavoidable, and with Butler Man or Barry's dad in there, everyone would feel just as guilty about throwing in the towel.

Luke blinked, "Aren't you guys forgetting something?"

The crowd looks to him and he looks to Barry, reaching out and tapping the mental boy on the shoulder, "As soon as we start, you'll rush in and get Victor's dad out first, then the others."

Barry: (;°ロ°)?

Seeing that everyone looked agreeable, the minibus student got a little square, raised his hand and swallowed to, "OK, here's the thing. I'm afraid of bugs ......"

Everyone: ...... Class demons are a bit bug-shaped, but they're not the same thing as bugs, right?

Ba classmate continued to confess: "...... There are also guys with guns, and guys with tall heads."

The crowd couldn't help but look at the class demons on the monitor again, and indeed many were holding gun-like weapons.

As for the tall ...... Diana compared the scalp of the small bus classmate with her own shoulder: this? Bad guys shorter than you must be a rare breed!

I'm still afraid of blood and death. To be honest, I've never fought a bad guy before, the most I've done is 'push' and run ......".

How good at thinking, Master Wade sniffed up and peered down at the minibus student, stopping the chatter from his mouth.

Focusing on the lad's eyes ...... err, which are now lenses of nano inner armor, but still visible in their general shape, he whispers, "Then save one first."

Baba: "What?"

Master Wayne: "First we'll save one person, just Victor's dad."

Baba: "Uh, and then what?"

Master Webster: "Don't talk, don't fight, go in and bring someone out, that's all."

Bar: "Is that all right?"

Master Waverly nodded solemnly, "Yes, the rest was then still you will understand naturally."

Ba gulped, feeling a twinge of nervousness, suddenly very much in need of a cup of black tea poured by a knight.

However, he nodded, "OK, no problem."