The correct way to attack the villain

"Can you tell me where Callis is?"

"I've been looking for him for ten years."

If all the previous words of this thin man were compliments, then this sentence is definitely sincere enough.

Bruce looked around the small attic again. It was very small and rudimentary. The door on the floor was locked three times, like a separate private space. There were some unfinished paintings scattered on the four walls. And clippings of old newspapers, one of which was a torn and yellowed page from ten years ago, about a girl who was beaten to death by three homeless men on the Gotham docks, and next to it was a picture that was already stained with ink. All that could be seen was a picture of a blurry figure lying on the ground.

The news of a human life only took up less than the size of the palm of your hand, and this kind of news in Gotham at that time would not even take a second look.

The man's eyes flicked across the news, and finally stopped at the drawing board placed in the sunny corner of the small attic.There is no canvas covering the drawing board, and on it is an unfinished semi-finished product. It can be vaguely seen that it is a little boy with brown hair and blue eyes with a sunny smile.

The person who answered the door just now was also a young man with brown hair and blue eyes.

He subconsciously had a ridiculous guess, and this guess made him frown immediately.

"You have a good relationship?"

He didn't intend to tell this person about Song Mo, nor did he want to probe into Song Mo's privacy.But the begging in the eyes of the person sitting opposite him was so strong that he seemed to bow his head and kneel in the next second, so he couldn't help asking.

Jim froze for a moment, then shook his head and smiled wryly: "No, no, he keeps saying I'm like a coward." He paused, and glanced at Bruce with some embarrassment, "Calise's life must be good now, right? "

Bruce: "He works for my company."

Jim: "No wonder..." He rubbed his fingers, "I understand that he definitely doesn't want to have anything to do with his past life, so he definitely doesn't want to see me again, I can understand. Then—"

"Can I trouble you to give me a word with him?"

Then, as if he was afraid of being rejected, before Bruce could speak, Jim went on to say, "Listen to me about what happened at that time first—"

He glanced at Bruce, seeing that the other party didn't mean to interrupt, he exhaled slowly, and said slowly: "I think you should know better than me what Gotham was like ten years ago, at that time... We have been in the orphanage for a long time, and the director's 'business' has been secretly carried on for many years."

Jim paused at this point. He seemed to want to say a few more words about the dean's unknown crimes, but in the end he didn't muster up the courage. He just shook his lips and said in one sentence: "We live a good life. It was painful until the year Callis showed up. Callis he..."

Jim took a deep breath, thought for a moment and then continued: "The dean likes him very much. He seems to really want to adopt Callis as his son. I don't know if it's because of the only thing he has left. Kindness, at least for the first month Callis came to the orphanage he was treated better than all of us combined."

"So everybody hated him and did a lot of -- bad things to him."

"Later he broke into the dean's 'business', he gave up the life the dean gave him, and he began to rebel for us. You said, what kind of person can be squeezed out, bullied, and bitter by those orphans After being treated so harshly, he still said that there was a way to save us? The ridiculous thing is that no one believed it at that time, and no one thought that an eight-year-old child could do anything."

"Only I believe it."

Bruce glanced down at the half-book in his hand: "So you are the only survivor besides him now."

Jim lowered his head and wrung his hands together: "He is the person with the strongest sense of justice and the bravest I have ever seen."

"So, can you—"

"Say sorry to him for me?"

Bruce looked up: "Are you also the one who pushed out and bullied him?"

"No, I didn't join them." When Jim said this, his face had turned pale, "but my behavior was more excessive than theirs."

As if repenting, he bent down and hugged his head collapsed in a curled up manner.

"Not even God will forgive me."

"Master."

"Master?"

Half an hour later, in the underground bat cave of Wayne Manor, Alfred tried for the third time to wake up Bruce who was sitting by the console staring at the half-book in a daze.

The man came back to his senses, he maintained his original posture, calm and relaxed as if he had never been there before: "Say it."

The old butler: "I mean, your golden belt made of aramid fiber seems to be missing. I searched through your battle clothes storage cabinet and couldn't find it."

"Then make another one."

Alfred: "Okay."

Bruce stood up, took off the suit jacket that he hadn't had time to take off since returning to the Batcave, and asked while loosening his tie, "How's the situation at the Gotham Police Department?"

The old butler reached out and knocked on the sub console a few times.

"As of 63:37 p.m., the Gotham Police Department had received [-] reports, including [-] thefts, [-] robberies, nine small-scale brawls, and three vicious crimes. The number of times the bat siren went off and the bat light came on was—"

"zero."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "It's rare."

"This is not the first time I've said that, Master." Alfred said earnestly, "Sergeant Gordon is already a mature detective, his qualifications are even 20 years older than yours, you should believe that he can protect Good Gotham, just like the iron man who loves his work should have a day off, at least he can eat when he should eat and sleep when he should sleep."

After finishing speaking, Bruce, who had just changed into a bat suit, walked to the old butler: "Help me check Judge Claude's itinerary for the next hour."

The old housekeeper: "I'm so glad that you didn't listen to a word of what I said."

Then he dutifully sat down on the console: "He doesn't have any plans tonight, and he will probably stay at home and celebrate his dictatorship of Gotham law complacently while drinking."

"After all, he is the only cancer in the Gotham government." Bruce skillfully put the black belt on the bat suit, "but he won't be the last one."

Alfred doesn't want to get into the gloomy conversation about how dark the future of Gotham really is: "If you want to move, maybe now is the time to go."

He glanced at his watch: "Maybe I can come back for supper."

Bruce didn't speak.

Of course Alfred didn't expect anything from him, just as he certainly couldn't see Bruce in his pajamas watching TV and eating supper at Wayne Manor at night.

The old butler sighed, turned around and began to adjust the voice-changing device in the bat helmet.

"Speaking of which, the two opals you snatched back from the killer crocodile already have follow-up research results, do you want to take a look first?"

no respond.

The old housekeeper continued: "The deeper level of the report seems to involve a certain government human experiment. I will have to pick it up in person, but the most important thing is actually the shallower one. According to the report of the biological research department Feedback, those two stones seem to be fused with the energy of the source of collapse to produce a new type of metal, which is soft and malleable. It seems that it is not lethal and does not cause any harm to the human body. Maybe you can try to apply a layer on it. The surface of the battle suit to fight against the erosion of that alien force, maybe you have other better ideas?"

This time Alfred waited patiently for more than ten seconds, but the man still didn't respond.

The old butler turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Bruce was staring at the half-book next to the console again, with a complicated expression on his face and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master." The old butler put the adjusted bat hood on the table, "If you go to trouble Judge Claude in this state today, then I really can't guarantee that Batman will finally be arrested at the press conference tomorrow." It's not going straight to the headlines."

Bruce looked away: "The protection system at Claude's house was also provided by Wayne Enterprises."

"You know that's not what I mean." Alfred looked at the man. It was extremely rare for Bruce to be absent-minded so frequently except for the board of directors. He couldn't help but worry again: "That Jim must have told you in the attic something."

All of Bruce's communication devices are connected to the Batcave, but Alfred does not have the habit of spying on others all the time, especially when this matter concerns the privacy of a third person, the old butler has always been such a gentleman.

And so is Bruce.

He finally looked at Alfred, and said with a complicated expression: "That man said—"

The man clasped his fingers on the operating table and tapped the table slowly. Finally, he squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "It's nothing."

Alfred had no choice but to comfort him like Bruce did every time he encountered a difficult decision: "You can figure it out."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the cold dinner, as if just remembering it, he added a sentence when he was about to leave the Batcave: "I investigated that Jim, he was donated by Wayne Enterprises Charity when he was 12 years old. He lived in that community for nearly ten years, and in ten years, no one has troubled him, including Judge Crowder."

"With Judge Crowder's rights to the sky in Gotham ten years ago, this is obviously an anomaly."

Bruce puts on the bat hood: "He thinks it's probably because he's lucky."

The old housekeeper: "Good luck doesn't always save people's lives. Speaking of which——"

"Song Mo refused to move into the employee apartment of Wayne Group at the beginning, and chose to continue to live in the Roland Community, which is nearly an hour's drive away from the company. At the beginning, when he chatted with me, he told me that the place where he and his adoptive father lived was in Nottingham An abandoned basement in the park. I remember that there is a China Street across from the Roland Community?

Faced with the old butler's implication that he wanted to say the answer directly, Bruce: "You always like to say good things for criminals."

The old butler stopped for a while at the elevator entrance: "If there are other criminals in this world who will choose to help you when they see you fainted in a corner of Gotham, then I will also choose to speak for them."

"And he's still a kid."

Bruce really couldn't connect Song Mo's actions with Alfred's so-called "child": "Even if he tried to blow up the entire Gotham several times?"

The old butler: "Even if he tried to blow up the whole Gotham several times."

The elevator slowly ascended, and before the old housekeeper even lost his leather shoes from the man's sight, he added another sentence: "A few office buildings with no one in it will exchange your life. I think this deal is very good deal. It's so good that I dreamed back at midnight." I can’t wait for him to blow up a few more buildings.”

The richest man in Gotham who stayed alone in the Batcave and controlled the economic lifeline of the entire music industry: "Yeah, anyway, I lost money in the end."

Then the richest man in Gotham reflected.

He felt that it was probably because of his aggressive lifestyle and unresolved relationship issues.

That's why the old butler who should be surrounded by children and grandchildren at this age is full of overflowing feelings for this child who has saved him several times even though he is underage.

But there was one thing he said right.

He's not bad in his bones.

Bruce suddenly remembered that in the study that day, Song Mo sat behind him and said in his usual indifferent voice that the people in the orphanage had nothing to do with him.

It's as if he's terrified of people knowing that he's been quietly protecting someone he says "has nothing to do with him" for a full decade.

This is an ironic but logical guess.

The villainous clown wants to expose his many crimes to the world, but he is afraid that others will know that he has done a good deed in obscurity.

And if the clown finds out that the only good thing left in his life is that the victim is not as good as he imagined, that the victim is actually the one who betrayed him clearly——

Bruce was thinking all the way up to the time he sat in the Batplane, flew quietly over Gotham airspace, and finally stopped on the roof of Judge Crowder's villa.

—what would he do?

"He's going to blow up the whole prison!"

"External support, must be external support! Do you know how serious the situation is?!"

"All the supper I cooked for the prison was blown up! It was all blown up like pig food! All! All!"

On the second floor of the Dome Prison, the person in charge of the second floor, dressed in a chef's suit, stood in a pile of broken bricks and rubble, rushed to the command center and frantically passed video information, and explained it at a very fast speed. A total of 180 eight floors of the prison How difficult is it to make a late-night snack for a population of more than 8 people?

Command: "There are only more than 5 people in the prison..."

The chef in charge: "Do you know that I almost become rheumatism when I swing the spatula!"

Command: "The cause of internal rheumatism is—"

The chef in charge: "Do you know how serious the situation is!"

Command: "..."

A 21-second advertisement of the clown made the headlines of major news media in a short period of time, and brought a huge shock without much panic to the entire New York City.

Because at this time, it is the people of S.H.I.E.L.D. who should panic.

The New York War, the Ultron incident and the mutant invasion occurred one after another. Among them, SHIELD's inability to intervene and the Avengers' reckless rescue operations have made the coalition government show extreme distrust of their entire organization, and have repeatedly hinted that Through him, he wants the coalition government to provide part of the troops to cooperate with the S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury has dealt with the government for half his life, and it is impossible for him not to see the shaming of the politicians below.Once he agrees to the coalition government's military assistance, their next goal is to take him out as the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., troubles will sweep in, and the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.

The black director rushed to the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in the fastest time, and found Agent Coulson in the conference room at the first time amidst the signals and calls throughout the headquarters.

The agent was answering a phone call from a senior coalition government official, and even a gentleman as good-tempered as Coulson was visibly impatient.

"Sorry, Colonel Rhodes, this is not within my scope of authority. If you can, you can contact the senior management of the coalition government, and they will give you a more comprehensive answer."

The agent immediately hung up the phone after speaking. He looked at Nick Fury, but before he could speak, the phone rang again.

Coulson showed a helpless expression, and just as he was about to answer the call, the phone was snatched by Chief Fury.Wearing a black windbreaker and black eyepatch all year round, the director exuded a certain social atmosphere, glanced at the caller ID, and hung up mercilessly.

Coulson: "...Actually, Mr. Stark's call can still be answered, Director."

Nick Fury throws his phone back: "How bad is it?"

The agents immediately went to work: "They have arranged for some of the troops under Admiral Woody to go to the Dome Prison, including the 150 airmen of the MiG Squadron."

The director said firmly: "Woody will not agree."

"The general didn't agree." Coulson looked at Nick Fury, "So the coalition government announced the removal of his identity."

Nick Fury had just opened a report signed by the coalition government. Hearing this, he snapped it shut: "That advertisement has only been broadcast for less than 5 minutes."

"The recall proposal has been passed by all MPs."

"Five minutes isn't even enough time for them to write a proposal."

The detective fell silent.

Obviously, the coalition government came prepared and even took the opportunity to eliminate the four-star general who had always been regarded as a thorn in their side.

The conflict between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the coalition government had been simmering for a long time, and it was only a matter of time before it broke out, but he never thought that the trigger would not even be in New York, but would be a criminal in a neighboring city.

Probably seeing the director's thoughts, Agent Coulson said in his usual calm tone: "It is precisely because they think that even a Gotham clown with no background, organization or even superpowers can easily invade the Vault, so they That’s why we need to send more people immediately.”

The meeting room fell silent.

Until Agent Hill pushed open the door of the conference room: "A bad news, Director. The latest report from the Colorado Division, a group of troops wearing joint uniforms just passed their border, using the silver slippery conveyor belt of Hammer Technology. If If their destination is the Dome Prison, they should have arrived at the gate of the prison by the time the news was delivered."

These words seemed to activate a certain switch in the black director who had been silent until now, and he immediately threw away the joint document in his hand, like throwing away a piece of useless garbage.

"How many people are there in the prison now?"

Agent Hill also gathered around: "After deducting the troops who escorted Venom last week, there are still [-] left, Director."

"It is impossible for him to forcefully break through the defense of [-] patrolling soldiers regardless of casualties."

"It is also impossible for us to forcefully stop nearly 4 troops at the gate of the prison, and there are even 150 MiG fighters inside."

"Things are far worse than I thought."

While the three were discussing the emergency treatment plan, the door of the conference room was pushed open again.

It was fifth-level agent Simmons who pushed the door: "Agent, a message from the Vault Prison Command."

When the three people in the door heard the news, they frowned reflexively.

Then they heard the chef of the prison kitchen on the other end of the video shouting with a spatula: "The prison kitchen asks for external support, the prison kitchen requests external support—"

Black Chief: "Shut him up."

Simmons immediately turned off the communicator.

Director Fury: "Immediately recall May, Ward and all agents above level [-], with a first-level recall order, we don't have to wait."

Agent Hill: "Yes, sir."

Director Fury turned to Coulson again and said, "Go to negotiate with the coalition government and open the door to government forces when necessary. The current solution is definitely not to further intensify the conflict between the two sides."

Agent Coulson: "Yes, sir."

The two agents quickly left the conference room with the order, and while Nick Fury was sitting in the conference room waiting for other eighth and ninth-level agents, he suddenly realized a problem.

A small problem that he didn't even pay attention to at first.

The source of all these chain reactions, the criminal who came from Gotham——

Joker.

Where are you hiding now?

"no one knows."

The second-generation clown in a white coat said in his mind with an extremely leisurely attitude: "No one knows that the famous Joker will hide on the [-]th floor of the Dome Prison!"

Bunya: "In one of the cleaning cars."

Eredar, who was hiding in the cleaning car, casually picked up a pile of clean but pungent disinfectant-smelling white cloths and put them behind his head: "How much time do we have?"

"10 minutes."

Eredar smacked her lips: "That's enough."

Bangya looked at his captain's face eager to try, just like every time before Gotham was about to wreak havoc, he always couldn't hold back the smile and exaggerated excited expression, so he couldn't help asking: "Why did you—"

"Do you want to ask, why do I have to hide in the cleaning car on the twentieth floor when there are cleaning cars on every floor?" The second-generation clown confidently spread his arms like a speech, and this action is in the huge cleaning space. It turned out to be more than enough in the car, "This is where my plan is perfect, Bangya, because only the cleaning staff above the [-]th floor will be replaced with robots, and only these mechanical employees are eligible to ride directly to the top of the prison employee elevator."

Bunya: "No, I—"

Eredar: "However, the cleaning trucks in the restaurant on the second floor are also eligible to use the employee elevators, but I won't ride in their cleaning trucks. Guess what's in their cleaning trucks?"

Bunya: "Spinach, turkey, and corn chowder."

Eredar snapped his fingers to indicate the correct answer.

Bunya: "No, I—"

Eredar: "Don't ask, Bangya, protect the last dignity of your brain that surpasses the earth's technology for 3000 years."

The mechanical brain who wants to ask Ereda's advertisement video is useful besides increasing the difficulty of his actions: "..."

The host plan has almost reached the final step, but his intellectual brain has not yet figured out the problem 10 minutes ago. Bangya Izacek can only swallow his anger and say: "The warden agrees to let it go, and the joint army has passed through the prison gate. gone."

Eredar stretched her waist: "Then they are really fast, using silver slip technology? Justin really spared no effort to show his favor to the government. I heard that he wanted to cooperate with Bruce before, but in the end even Wayne Enterprises The door didn't go in—wait."

The young man narrowed his eyes: "You said, it's the government coalition forces?"

Bunya: "Yes."

The cleaning vehicle started to move at this time, and outside the vehicle was the sound of the cleaning robot bearing shaft rotating and the wheels rolling.

"I thought the patrols from the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch in Colorado would come first." The second-generation clown sitting in the car sat up a little bit, not paying attention to the robots outside the car, and gloatingly said to his brain , "It's only been less than 10 minutes. I didn't expect that group of old guys to be quite courageous. They were so active when dealing with S.H.I.E.L.D."

The tone of the artificial intelligence brain is heavy: "Their training is better and the equipment is better."

Eredar clapped her hands lightly: "I'm even more unfamiliar with the Dome Prison."

"How many of them are there?"

"The initial estimate is no less than [-], Captain."

After hearing the number, the second-generation clown sighed again: "This is really a perfect plan, I can't help admiring myself."

He pressed his hand that he couldn't help but want to wave: "Where do you think these people will be assigned?"

Bunya: "Top floor."

Eredar: "What is the passage for the 3 people to collectively 'invade' the Vaulted Prison?"

Bangya didn't want to answer the conversation anymore: "The elevator at the gate."

The second-generation clown showed a very distressed expression: "The gate elevator can't accommodate 3 people and reach the top floor before the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrive."

Bangya stopped talking.

Jack's adoptive father, if he's alive.

He definitely didn't want to recognize such a man with a contrived expression as his adopted son.

The door of the employee elevator slowly opened, and with a sound of "Slience" from a certain cleaning vehicle, four of the five cleaning robots stopped abruptly, only one entered the elevator, and the only one After pushing the huge cleaning cart into the elevator, those bright energy eyes also dimmed.

"Silence" can always be applied to various objects with executive power.

The second-generation clown in the cleaning car withdrew his hand.

"Bangya, when the United Army enters the elevator, help me cut off the surveillance in the elevator."

The core intellectual brain seemed to have guessed what his captain was going to do, and he somewhat disagreed: "Captain, if I hack the surveillance, the prison command will immediately find out that something is wrong."

Eredar still said decisively: "Cut it off."

Bangya had no choice but to follow suit.

He was tempted to say that if the eredar's plan had been to pretend to be the Combine and get to the top, he'd be putting himself in a position where he'd be on the defensive.

Because once a large number of coalition troops are stationed on the top floor, the defense there will only be tighter than it is now, and it will be more difficult to invade, and his situation will increase exponentially.

Then, the eredar told him in action.

What is the second solution to a problem.