The correct way to attack the villain

From a height of 30 meters, they fell freely without protective measures. If Muddy Face hadn't caught them at the last moment, there would have been a thrilling burst of brains on the ground immediately.

After confirming that the pursuers would not catch up and they temporarily avoided the fate of being shot into a sieve, the surroundings fell into a brief silence.

The forces of the two sides silently draw a border between Chu River and Han. Although Zemo does not want to cooperate with Muddy Face and Killer Moth in his heart, at least they are from the same academy under special circumstances. Compared with Song Mo and Scott This kind of people they don't know at all, but also come from opposing forces is much more trustworthy.

They start looking around.

Here is an empty space like the above, the only difference is that there is no door here, and the four hard metal walls wrap the space airtightly, leaving only a palm-sized high-tech embedded in the center of the wall. decoding chip.

"This is not the switch to go out."

After researching for a while, Zemo came to this disappointing conclusion: "It's probably a manipulator for manipulating something here to repair itself or change shape. I saw relevant data on it, but it didn't This item was not released.”

Six people stood at the end of the empty space. The color of the six metal iron plates combined to form this space was darker.

"Liquid metal, the latest invention of Lex Industries, can convert rolling pressure into a special energy source, and then dilute the liquid metal components into a fluid through energy conversion, allowing it to have super toughness and self-healing ability in an instant .”

Zemo withdrew his hand and came to a conclusion: "This is difficult. You can't smash liquid metal with brute force. It's hard for us to leave here without a weapon. Assuming there is no oxygen supply system here, you don't even need to wait until Luthor and the others are going to hold Hydra accountable for us sneaking into his research core and we'll suffocate before that. We need to do something, Osborn—"

"Osborne?"

Osborn, who was sitting next to Zemo, came back to his senses. He frowned and looked at Zemo: "What's wrong?"

"Are you in a daze?" Zemo had an unbelievable expression on his face, "At this time?"

Osborn looked away, rolled up the sleeves of his suit shirt a little bit: "No, I was just thinking."

"Where are we."

At this point in the conversation, a voice broke in: "Arkham is 180 meters underground, adjacent to the crime port, and there is an ace chemical plant in the middle."

Song Mo withdrew his ears stuck to the metal wall, and after the last sentence successfully attracted the attention of most people, he said calmly, "Within Lex Luthor's sphere of influence."

Zemo sneered: "Of course this is within Lex's sphere of influence, otherwise where else could it be? I thought there was something more worthy of reference."

Song Mo ignored him, and looked at Harry Osborn over Zemo: "Lex's underground industry began to infiltrate Gotham's territory a month ago, and the core of the cage was completed half a month ago. Liquid metal is expensive and expensive every hour. It consumes a lot of energy every moment, and the daily cost of feeding this core is a huge number."

Osborn paused as he pulled his cuffs, and then looked straight at Song Mo.

Thinking is a very magical thing. Sometimes it is clear that neither of the two parties has said anything, but through the glasses, it can be felt wonderfully that their thoughts are exactly the same.

The young master showed his first expression since he entered Arkham: "So it's impossible for him to maintain such a building that costs money all the time just to keep him empty."

"It's just that we can't see it."

Zemo: "You mean—"

"That's probably the key to getting us out of here."

Song Mo stood up, patted the folds of his clothes and came to the chip, his eyes fell on the mark above the chip.

A V-shaped mark, the two sides of the spread are carved into the shape of wings, the people present may not recognize it, but he is very clear about this mark.

He had seen this mark on Bunya more than once.

He looked away calmly, pressed his finger on the control button, and said again: "Of course, it depends on the strength of Lex's private army."

After speaking, his fingers moved quickly on it.

Zemo frowned: "What are you doing?"

"Enter the password." Song Mo still pressed his fingers quickly on the button, and said lightly, "It's obvious, isn't it?"

Zemo felt that his heart was about to stop at this moment, and he couldn't help but want to step forward: "This is a universe-level virtual chip turned into a password generator, which can generate thirteen password formulas in one second. If there is no decoding It is impossible for an ordinary person to obtain a password program through brain calculations, and if you enter even one wrong number, it will explode, and it will kill us all!"

"So I'm avoiding that outcome."

After finishing speaking, he pressed the last number.

Zemo was even close to 20 meters away from him at this time.

The chip made a long "beep" sound, and the expression of the second-generation baron stagnated on his face. Together with the beep sound that followed, it seemed to become a desperate cry of life coming to an end.

until the system beeps.

"The core password is entered correctly, and the captain is welcome to come to the bridge."

The moment the inorganic female star electronic speaker sounded, the surrounding scene changed suddenly.The metal wall that was originally closed in all directions quickly disappeared from everyone's sight like melting ice, and then the intricate data connection lines behind the metal wall were exposed, and a light blue data line slid along the line to the end point. At that moment, in this empty space, rows of huge, densely packed, 30-meter-high health cabins suddenly appeared out of thin air.

In the health care cabin, there are countless sealed——

Titan Mecha.

The space for supplying actions suddenly became very small, Mudface had to elongate his form to avoid being squeezed into mud by these health cabins that appeared out of thin air, and at the same time couldn't help being puzzled.

"If they are only transparent, why didn't we touch these things at all when we passed by just now?" He was stunned again, "Why does this technology look so familiar?"

"Destiny." Harry Osborn called out the name of this technology-affiliated organization in a steady voice, "Alien invasion technology from ten years ago."

Zemo looked at Song Mo in disbelief: "Who the hell are you? Why do you know the core code of that alien technology?"

"That's not what we need to discuss right now."

Song Mo withdrew his hand, walked to the nearest mecha, unplugged its power cable, and then picked up the emergency brake lever next to the health cabin.

"You must know that I had a perfect plan before this. I prepared a long foreplay for this and did a lot of things. However, when I saw that I was about to succeed, two idiots rushed out and announced that the game was over and everything was restarted. At first—not everyone has the time to spend more than ten days with you on one thing, if you can understand, the day after tomorrow is the day when I report to the company."

Saying so, the hard brake lever slammed against the glass.

There was a crisp sound of glass being smashed. The moment the maintenance liquid in the health care cabin hit the air, it turned into water vapor and disappeared into the air. Song Mo turned around and stood with one hand on the dark blue mecha that was as high as two floors. before.

"So, does anyone want to try this alien technology?"

"You know I don't even have a driver's license now."

Late night in Gotham, New York time, two o'clock in the morning.

Probably no one would have imagined that one day Arkham would become a place of armed arms rush.

Due to a series of emergencies, Lex's scientific empire in the underground of Arkham was completely exposed, and before that, they didn't even know when they started to carry out this huge project.

As a result, the simple act of capturing the suspects who invaded Arkham turned into a confrontation between the two major forces. However, compared to Lex's well-armed private army, Arkham's garrison was blown out of the arsenal from the very beginning. In the next 10 minutes of combat, they fell into a predicament of insufficient firepower, and even waiting for the support of the Gotham police officer would not help.

Just when this armed firepower struggle seemed to be coming to an end, and ended with the fiasco of Gotham——

"Hey, to be honest, why didn't we just take that Heavenly Father mecha? msr-7 is a prototype Titan, a 3s-level attack mecha. I saw it and placed it in the middle. That one is really cool! "

Zemo yelled.

In the dark blue mecha, Harry Osborn, the only one with a driver's license, sat in the cockpit and held the joystick. The seat was spacious, and five people were squeezed into the space behind him that could only accommodate two adults. The bumps feel like gut-rolling.

But this can't obliterate their excitement at all.

The initial shock, suspicion, and mistrust all disappeared the moment they sat on this mecha. As a well-known media person said, no boy can resist the charm of a mecha, even if they have passed the child's age.

This is not something you can usually sit on!

"If you want to be killed by Lex." Song Mo, the only one who reacted normally, said blankly, "At least this most common model is within his tolerance."

As soon as the words fell, the mech's brake code was opened to the maximum, breaking through all the shackles of reinforced concrete, and came to the surface.

"cool--!"

The boys have been deeply impressed by this first experience of the mecha, and their expressions are as if they are driving a car at a speed of [-] yards in the middle of the night.

However, the next moment, everyone couldn't laugh anymore.

Because right in front of their mechs, aside from the chaos of the battlefield, the Arkham Guard engaged with Lex's private soldiers and their firepower—

On the high slope at the end of the battlefield, a black chariot was quietly parked.

The same huge body, the same cool appearance, with a bat logo on it.

The muzzle of the tank-like heavy firepower was facing them.