Connors wasn't ready to find Barry himself. He had no ability to locate people.
Even to find Harley Quinn in Gotham City, the little lunatic had to be causing a ruckus for him to get wind of it. As for Barry, with his super speed, if he didn't want to be seen, you probably wouldn't see him in your lifetime.
Connors planned to reveal the "world destruction" news to Batman and let him contact Barry. As the absolute intellect of DC, Connors figured Batman's information database contained the addresses, contact information, and countermeasures for all superheroes. Perhaps even his own were in there.
"I'm going to confirm whether what you said is true. If it is, I'll tell you about Silk. If it's false, then there's nothing more to say." Connors turned to leave.
He had no interest in the beautiful spy for the time being, but Natasha wasn't pleased. She stood up and followed him: "Do you mind if I follow you?"
"It's okay." Connors waved his hand indifferently.
As he left the Iceberg Club, at the corner of the dark street in the early morning, in the last second before Natasha caught up with him, he transformed from a tall, strong man into a homeless person lying on the road begging.
His eyes lingered for a long time on the black-stockinged thighs passing by in front of him. After playing the part of a homeless person, he casually tossed his clothes.
The clothes suddenly caught fire, were reduced to ashes as they hit the ground, and then spilled into the sewer drain. He himself was wearing a burgundy suit and walking in the opposite direction.
As a professional spy, Natasha had actually lost him. She further realized how terrifying this man was, but soon showed a confident smile: "No matter what tricks you used, you couldn't detect this hair-shaped tracker, right?"
She held a soft screen in her hand, which showed the red dot of the tracker moving away in the opposite direction from her. She folded the screen like paper and tucked it into her black stockings, leaving no trace. She, too, chased in Connors's direction.
A short distance later, Connors suddenly realized: "I just wanted to find Batman to contact Flash Barry to confirm if what Natasha said was true… but I don't know where Wayne Manor is."
He genuinely didn't know. He'd been in Gotham City for less than a month and was so busy witnessing events that he hadn't even bothered to inquire about the wealthy man's residence.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of places to get information in Gotham. The Ghost Face Bar, where Connors had been hanging out before he met Harley Quinn, finally returned to his presence after many days.
"Look who's here." A sharp-eyed guest immediately noticed Connors, dressed no differently than usual.
"Shh…" The two men who had been shouting loudly after drinking cheap malt liquor quickly lowered their voices.
"…Am I that scary? It's just that you got drunk and acted crazy, so I beat you up." Connors was speechless looking at this group of men making a fuss. It would have been better if he hadn't said this.
Once he did, many people immediately recalled the scene when they first saw Connors: holding a wine glass in one hand and grabbing the provocateur's neck with the other, while counting the number of letters in the insulting words just uttered, and banging the provocateur's head against the wall as many times as there were letters.
From then on, everyone knew this was a tough character, and some even speculated that this was actually Batman in disguise.
"Don't be nervous, I like it here a lot, and coming back to the bar is like coming home." Connors calmed the group of drinkers. "Let me ask around, who knows where the richest man in Gotham lives?"
Soon, several drinkers who had never insulted him and would occasionally talk to him pieced together the address of Wayne Manor clearly. Making a mental note of it, Connors stopped by the bar and ordered a beer.
"Patterson, you haven't been here for days. Found new fun?" the bartender teased. The bartender was also the owner. Being able to open a bar in Gotham meant he had some strength and connections, making him feel he could have an equal conversation with Connors, unlike others.
Connors didn't mind the bartender's teasing. After downing the beer in two gulps, he patted the bartender on the shoulder: "Yeah, there's new fun. Here, this is it." The bartender followed Connors's gaze and looked outside, only to see a stunning beauty with long, wavy red hair walking toward them.
Just as he was about to joke, wondering how a beauty of this level could possibly come to his bar, full of rough men, he saw the red-haired beauty walk in, swaying her hips.
Everyone in the bar couldn't help swallowing their saliva, and many of them looked her up and down shamelessly.
"Connors… eh?" The bartender turned around and found that Connors had walked out of the bar at some point. However, he didn't continue to chat with him. Instead, he looked at the red-haired beauty who had walked to the bar.
"Beautiful lady, you are like a blooming poppy…"
The bartender was halfway through his words when he saw the beautiful woman's delicate hand reach out to his shoulder… and then pinch a long strand of hair.
Natasha frowned, looking at the hair tracker speechlessly. She heard a click and found that Connors was standing outside the bar and had locked the door.
Just as she was about to pick up a chair, smash the door, and chase after Connors, seven or eight large, alcohol-reeking men gathered around her. The bartender calmly reached under the bar and took out the shotgun he used to intimidate these people.
After a while. No one was standing in the bar, including the bartender. They were all either lying or sprawled on the ground, howling in pain.
Natasha sat at the table, lit a cigarette, then picked up the bartender's shotgun and fired a shot at the bar door. The glass shattered, and she threw the shotgun away, but Connors was no longer visible outside.
Not only did she not know where Connors was, Connors himself didn't even know. He was shamefully lost.
Gotham was so big and the roads so complicated, there was no way he could find Wayne Manor. Standing in front of the most luxurious high-rise building he had ever seen, Connors saw that it read "Andrew Hotel," not "Wayne Enterprises."
Connors sighed and prepared to go in and continue asking for directions.
Seol's concert schedule was canceled, and even though everyone's ticket money had been fully refunded, it still caused dissatisfaction among many fans.
To make it up to everyone, Seol, in her capacity as a star, invited Gotham's most famous trapeze family, the "Flying Graysons," to perform on stage tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
There was nothing wrong with the arrangement, but her hook-nosed agent went crazy for some reason.
He knocked on her door in the middle of the night, dressed in a suit and holding roses.
Possessing the ability to control ice and snow, she naturally wasn't worried about her own safety. However, after opening the door, she was faced with her agent's crazy display of affection, which upset her.
After having a wild time with that man whose name she didn't even know yesterday, she began to dislike contact with other people without even realizing it.
Instead, she couldn't stop thinking about the man who gave her a "handle." So she decided to go to the rooftop of the hotel to enjoy some cool breeze and calm down.
Then, she saw Connors standing in front of the hotel with a helpless look on his face, and the remaining hormones of Poison Ivy in her body began to take effect.
At the same time, Connors, with his Spider-Sense, also discovered the presence of Seol, and his Green of All Things could feel the other party's restlessness.
"I'll have a meal first as a sign of respect…"
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