The correct way to attack the villain

The author has something to say: there is a baby who doesn’t quite understand, the setting is that the second-generation clown = Eredar = Song Mo, they are the same person, bobo.

The appearance of the clown is like a dark cloud hanging over the head, breaking the illusion of peace that Gotham has been safe and sound for the past six months.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses who was kidnapped in that video before was lying in the hospital. The bullet pierced his calf, and there were no other wounds. The clown's different "gentle" style surprised everyone, but There is no doubt that he is not a clown.

No one knows how to inspire fear in people better than him.

At the same time, another more chilling news followed——

The bad guys form an alliance.

This alliance had already begun to take shape before the Red Skull was captured, before Baron Zemo was ambushed, and before Hydra was completely disintegrated by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Perhaps it was inspired by the Avengers, or perhaps it was the repeated defeats that stimulated the proud self-esteem of the Red Skull. The villains of Manhattan, Gotham, and Metropolis have formed a new alliance.

Abyss Alliance.

Built in Paradise Bay, Malaysia, the strict hierarchical system, generous benefits, and the huge villain star worship effect have allowed the Abyss Alliance to grow rapidly at an unimaginable speed for superheroes. At the same time, it also has the world's first chaotic neutral The college with the core theme——

Abyss Academy.

The level of science and technology is advanced, the teaching staff is strong, and the teaching content is ingenious, trying to educate all the students into super villains who can be independent in the future.

It is the second product of the Abyss Alliance.

The Joker was originally one of the league's most prominent members.

But now, after the clown passed away, the clown's adopted son logically inherited his will and became the second generation clown.

……

In the dilapidated basement with dimly lit lights, a little boy wearing a super-small custom-made purple suit sat on the dressing table, put on a green wig, and painted white and red paint. Clear blue eyes.

"I think I need to give you a new name."

The little boy tilted his head: "A clown too?"

"No no no, I don't want that to be a family name. Let me think about it." The man snapped his fingers. "How about eredar?"

The little boy was a little reluctant: "But I have a name, my name is Song Mo."

"So what, if you want to get something, you have to give something away, I mean, don't you think I'm fine now? You should be like me, today is Independence Day."

"Independence Day?" The little boy's crisp voice carried some doubts, "Then... so what?"

"Independence Day, my little psycho, it's Independence Day! It's—"

……

"Eredar—"

"Eredar!"

Eredar woke up from sleep, reluctantly opened his eyes, rubbed his sleep-numbed arm, and asked in a daze, "What time is it?"

The big muddy face sitting in front of him said, "It's twenty past eleven."

He frowned: "That should still be—"

"Class time." This sentence was said by the teacher on the podium.

Raven Darkholme, Mystique, a very attractive blonde woman, is also the teacher of Abyss Academy.

Of course, in special moments, she can be stricter than anyone else.

So Eredar, who was sleeping in class, was dragged outside the classroom for punishment, and also encountered the same killer moth who was dragged out of the next class for punishment.

Eredar looked at the man in the pink plush suit in front of him and the pair of moth wings fluttering silk powder down behind him, and seemed to have noticed his gaze. The tall man shyly shyly lowered his head, Eredar——

For the first time, I felt a kind of physical discomfort.

"Hi, I'm Drury Walker, you can call me Killer Moth."

Eredar lowered her head and looked at the hand he stretched out, covered in pink nail polish, pointing at the orchid, ready to shake hands with her in a friendly way.

After a while, the two hands quickly clasped and then parted: "I am Eredar."

"Ah!" Killer Moth exclaimed, "You are the second-generation Joker from the class next door!"

Eredar: "...you can tell by my outfit?"

Killer Moth: "That super-poor student who got four F's in a row and whose class attendance rate is almost zero!"

Eredar: "...Thank you."

Killer Moth: "Nice to meet you, my name is Drury Walker!"

Eredar: "...I am Eredar."

The Killer Moth moved closer, and the eredar smelled the thick, almost congealed perfume of his body, and his painted face crumpled into a ball.

"I heard that you made a big fuss in Gotham yesterday, but unfortunately I wasn't there, I heard from the Sauce King—"

After a pause, he added: "You know the sauce master? It's the super villain who sprays tomato sauce with his left hand and salad dressing with his right hand. He's broken!"

Eredar: "...just sounds bad."

Killer Moth: "Of course! But you can cut off the power supply of Gotham Center in an instant and hack into their core power grid, you are so cool! You also kidnapped that James Jonah Jameson that we all hate! But why did you just shoot him in the calf, I would have cut off his neck if it was me, why would he call me a disgusting pink bug-eyed wall-climbing sissy!"

Eredar, I don't know what to say.

If the people of Gotham saw this, their genuinely terrified clown chatting so close to a disgusting pink bug-eyed wall-climbing sissy, they'd probably-

will be more scared.

They will definitely feel that the taste of clowns has made people unpredictable to the point of heinous.

It can be said that it is very newbee.

Killer Moth: "So why are you getting four Fs in a row when you are so good?"

Eredar: "This is probably—"

At this moment, class leader Helmut Zemo, the son of the famous Baron Zemo of Hydra, came to Eredar with a stack of test papers in his arms. His thin-rimmed gold-rimmed eyes were against the light, making it difficult to see him clearly. s eyes.

Behind him, the sun blazed.

Yes, in midsummer graduation season, Song Mo is graduating from Xavier College, and Eredar is also graduating from Abyss College.

The written examination paper was handed to Eredar.

Beautiful swashes, and bright red F.

"Five F's." Squad leader Zemo looked at Eredar, with the smile on his face of a super-good student facing a super-bad student, "You can do it yourself, Eredar."

After speaking, he turned and left.

"——The most typical case that is not suitable for the written test."

The get out of class bell rang three times, the college cafeteria.

"I hate people who wear glasses with thin rims and gold wires." Eredar muttered, eating the food in the bowl.

My good friend Mudface sat opposite him: "Well, I know, you prefer the little moths in pink fluffy bee clothes, blue eyeshadow and green eyeliner with gray tentacles on their heads."

Eredar: "...if you're talking about Killer Moth, I think you're attacking me personally."

Muddy face: "How come, I see you guys had a good chat, you can exchange cell phone numbers if you are close, John also asked whether he will see the strangeness of gay clowns and sissy moths having sex in a couple hotel on the news tomorrow news."

Eredar remained expressionless: "I'm sorry you may have misunderstood gays, but what I like is obviously—"

Mudface: "Let's talk about your final grades."

Clayface thinks that as a cosmic straight man, he might not be suitable to discuss this issue with Eredar. At least when talking about the concept of mate selection, Eredar clearly stated that he likes the kind of "mighty muscular man, who hangs big and blows up." days" type.

From Mudface's point of view, such a man is a greasy aesthetic disaster.

Sure enough, when the final grades were mentioned, Ereda's gleeful expression drooped in an instant: "That's really nothing to say."

Mudface pinched the fruit juice that came with lunch, like pinching a small building block: "Just now, Teacher Ruiwen said that this graduation assessment will be a task practice."

Eredar's eyes lit up: "Practice tasks? Don't you need to do those annoying and useless villain self-cultivation analysis questions?"

Clayface nodded: "Teacher Emma will divide everyone into groups, and it seems that the task can be carried out starting tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." Eredar bit the fork, his expression became a little lighter, "but I have something to do tomorrow."

Clayface: "You have something to do every day."

After a pause, he added, "That's why I only come to one class a week."

Eredar pouted: "But I really have something to do tomorrow."

Mudface: "What are you doing?"

Eredar tilted her head: "Tomorrow is Independence Day."

After finishing speaking, as if thinking of something, he looked at the mud face, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Do me a favor, Mudface!"

……

Wayne Island, Wayne Manor.

The decoration of the room is full of the ancient style of Central Europe, and the vision coming in through the glass on the right hand side is just right.

A man in a blue shirt and an expensive suit sits on a chair and holds a document in his hands.

"If I remember correctly, this is the first time of your intensive work—"

Alfred glanced at his watch: "Sixteen hours."

The man looked up at the butler: "What's the matter?"

"I just think that according to the specific energy requirements of the human body, you need to eat. And, tonight, the Life Insurance Building will hold a charity party. This is your invitation letter."

The butler took out an exquisite invitation letter from his chest and placed it in front of the man.

The man frowned: "Tonight?"

He put down the document slightly, and did not go to accept the invitation letter: "I don't have time, Alfred. You should know that tomorrow is—"

"Since Batman thinks it's better to keep a low profile—"

The butler pushed the invitation letter into the man's hand without refusing: "Then, Bruce Wayne will properly appear in public."