The correct way to attack the villain

"Straight into Gotham, 15 minutes ago the supervillains Mudface and Killer Moth invaded the Gotham Life building, no one can guess what he's up to, because he only wrecked the building from start to finish, didn't even take it A vase in the building. To be honest, as the second iconic building in Gotham, this building is really full of disasters. Now let us look at the specific situation at that time—"

In the Batcave, Alfred is standing by the control console. His light-colored suit shirt and gray vest make him look strong and handsome. His eyes hidden under black-rimmed glasses are staring at the screen. A half-drinked glass is in hand. spirits.

"I thought you'd spend more time installing that monitor."

Alfred pressed the pause button on the display, behind him, Bruce Wayne took off his suit and hung it on his arm, loosened his tie and walked to the console.

Then he looked at the wine bottle in Alfred's hand.

"Heideschke, the Tibetan wine that survived World War II 110 years ago, the taste is really ordinary."

The old butler turned sideways generously, and turned another wine glass upside down when his young master reached out his hand: "I think you drank enough at the banquet today, as a personal butler, I have to be responsible for your health, Although you're always trying to make your life worse."

Bruce put his suit on the back of the chair, squeezed the space between his eyebrows, and didn't explain to the old butler that his smell of alcohol was not because of how much he drank, but because he was splashed by a lady at the banquet. with this matter.

He looked at the Life Building with billowing black smoke on the screen.

"Mudface's masterpiece ten minutes ago, but they didn't cause any more chaos, so I didn't inform you, otherwise you should be happy to meet your old friend?"

Bruce frowned: "Ethan."

Ethan Bennett, his childhood friend, a black detective of the Gotham Police Department, later turned into Muddy Face because of the clown's fusion oil. Not many people know about it. Everyone thinks Muddy Face is a super When he was a villain, only he and Yin knew that Mudface was just a victim.

"He seems to have lost his memory because of something." He recalled the process of meeting Mudface during this period, except for the confrontation with him when he didn't know Mudface was Ethan at the beginning, and the rest was that time with his brother. Tan Crisis.

"Otherwise he wouldn't cooperate with the clown's adopted son. He used to hate clowns so much."

"It's not something you should be concerned about right now, IMHO, you should go to sleep, if you can remember when was the last time you went to bed."

As soon as the voice fell, the bat logo appeared on the main brain screen.

"Arkham has been attacked by Mudface and Killer Moth, and there are two intruders whose identities cannot be determined. Gotham Police Department urgently needs reinforcements!"

Bruce stood up, and under the disapproving gaze of the butler, he walked towards the glass cabinet where Batman's suit was displayed: "Bats never sleep at night."

The old butler rolled his standard eyes: "I didn't see you sleeping during the day, young master."

Putting on the bat hood, Batman pulled out a photo from the suit draped over the chair and placed it on the console while buttoning his golden belt.

"Find out who she is for me, Alfred."

The engine of the Batmobile roared, and it quickly disappeared into the Batcave. Only then did Alfred reach out and pick up the photo. In the photo was a girl in a white low-cut dress, holding Bruce Wayne's arm in one hand, Holding a glass of white grape champagne in the other hand, with a charming enough smile on his face.

Alfred: "hmmm..."

The old housekeeper showed a gratified smile: "This is really surprising, young master."

This smile lasted until he found the girl's real information through facial scanning.

Ten minutes later, a Bruce Corps employee message was sent to the Batmobile's receiver.

Batman looked at the young man who looked familiar no matter how he looked on the screen, and the personal information next to him.

Name: Song Mo.

Sex: Male.

Affiliated Department: Wayne Group Treasury Tax Accounting.

Bruce Wayne: "...that's surprising enough, Alfred."

……

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Arkham Underground, Lex's underground scientific empire, rescued a whole academy of mutants here with the strength of only two people, even though they put on the clothes of Stryker soldiers and sneaked in smoothly and miraculously, but this The plan sounds a bit like a fantasy anyway,

"Think about it with your head, Scott, they won't allow our two Stryker soldiers to enter Lex's research room, it's best to install a communicator on the leeches, and then let them take them into the place where the mutants are held method, so that we can quickly locate their location instead of running around like headless flies like now."

The pair donned the sterile face masks the scientists had requested, which made it easier for them to communicate over the communicator.They looked like two soldiers taking mutants somewhere.

"But you also said that it would be very dangerous, and we don't know what they will do to the leeches." Compared with Song Mo's harsh tone, Scott's tone sounded like he was discussing, which was rare and gentle, "Otherwise you Let them take me there."

Song Mo hooked his lips: "Yes, I sent you to the place where they imprisoned mutants. This was my original plan, and then I would go out alone and find a way to let you out. But now that you have saved him, I can't take him with you." Going around with a little mutant."

"That's the only way."

The two turned a corner, and through the metal baffle, the leech lowered his head and said softly: "It's okay, if I can help, I'm very happy."

Scott: "Is there no other way?"

"Shut down your ridiculous 'give mutants a good childhood' idea, Scott, when I'm finally getting a little better of you."

A row of researchers approached in front of him, Song Mo had to turn his head to look at Scott's head, staring straight ahead, his lips only hidden in the mask opened and closed: "Or do you think you can shake my plan?" ?”

With that said, the two had already stopped in front of the second passage.

As Song Mo said, Lex's soldiers would not allow Stryker's soldiers to enter their private territory, two soldiers blocked their way, and looked down at them with their natural height of 1.8 meters.

"Leave him to us," the soldier said coldly, holding up his gun.

Song Mo pushed the leech forward: "Of course."

Scott stood aside and didn't speak.

Two soldiers roughly pulled Leech by the collar and lifted him into the mutant cage next to him.

The iron cage was covered with barbs on all sides, and it was covered with blood and flesh left by the mutants due to excessive struggle.

Song Mo frowned.

When the two soldiers were about to turn around and leave, they said: "Mr. Witwer asked us to send him to the mutant holding room immediately, time is running out, and his inhibitor is about to expire, you don't want to know How terrifying his abilities are."

The two soldiers glanced at Song Mo, and lifted the cage suspiciously, but these words were undoubtedly useful, because their steps became much faster.

"What shall we... do now?"

"You don't need to know, just listen to me."

Song Mo turned his head expressionlessly, and naturally pushed open the capsule Zhinao, on which was a fast-moving red dot.He glanced at the time: "We will be discovered soon."

Scott looked at the back in front of him, just like other people's character, self, decisive, independent, an absolute planning supremacist, what he wants is not cooperation, but obedience.

Strong and undeniable.

Scott lowered his eyes and changed the subject: "You just said that helpers are coming?"

Song Mo raised his head and said with a smile: "Yes, they acted immediately, before they finally found out that we escaped from Trask."

The two walked into the fork in the road and came to the general hall.

The circular honeycomb structure laboratory is as small as a sliced ​​experimental body, as large as a half-assembled heavy ship. Except for the few passages for the passage of the oval pillar in the center, almost all places are filled with various high-level structures. Technology, and scientists in a hurry.

As if confirming Song Mo's words, just as the two walked to the center of the laboratory, there was a loud bang from the ceiling above their heads.

A big hole was shot there by an air rocket.

Then, two old acquaintances jumped down from the top and landed in an extremely ferocious posture, instantly triggering countless alarm bells.

Harry Osborn and Helmut Zemo?

No, they wouldn't choose such a high-profile, stupid, stupid way of coming out.

Song Mo looked at the two-meter-tall mud face that suddenly appeared in front of him, and the killer moth dressed in powder that looked like a flower fairy.

Song Mo: "?????"

The plan supremacist has not realized until today that not everything can be understood with a single brain. Even if he calculates all possible and impossible encounters, exaggerated and non-exaggerated accidents, there will be more Unexpected, unimaginable, unexpected accidents.

Clayface and Killer Moth landed just right—

Just big enough to clamp a person in one armpit, and then Killer Moth pressed his special laser weapon against Song Mo's head, with a sharp voice: "Be afraid, you bugs, hand over your core energy data! , or I will kill them!"

Song Mo... Song Mo didn't want to talk.

And gave the IQ of the killer moth the lowest score in history.

The scene fell into chaos due to the sudden unexpected situation. Soon, the soldiers who heard the news surrounded two, or four people. Facing the black muzzle of guns, Killer Moth's behavior was still so exaggerated: "Why? ? Are you trying to shoot your companions?"

"Who gave you the illusion that they won't shoot their companions?"

Killer Moth: "Huh? Who's talking?" He looked left and right, and then he noticed the soldier who was caught in the armpit of the mud face, only showing his small head.

Song Mo, whose face was rubbed with moth powder by the killer moth, was expressionless: "And we are not companions."

Once again, alarm bells that were one level higher than the yellow alert sounded around.

"Alarm, alert, the highest experimental subject in Stryker's third laboratory r01 escaped, please strengthen the guards in the first and second laboratories, and report it if found. Alert, alert—"

On the ceiling of the high-tech laboratory that had been punched out with a large hole, pictures of two escaped mutants immediately appeared.

Scott's hood fell out just in time with Mudface's underarm squeeze.

Mudface looked at the ceiling, then at Scott's face.

Clayface: "People are not always so unlucky."

Killer Moth: "I have a great suggestion now—"

There are more and more soldiers surrounding them, the number is huge, they are fully armed, and they move neatly.

Compared with Muddy Face, who had already put on a fighting stance, the Killer Moth, who was not as invulnerable as Muddy Face, swallowed his saliva.

Mudface: "I can still hit ten—"

Song Mo couldn't bear it anymore and gave orders.

"Hit your uncle, run—!"