[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

Two red clouds appeared on Peter's cheeks, and he felt an unspeakable sense of shyness, especially when he found that Atar looked at him quite sincerely, he actually felt a little guilty.

God, Peter wailed in his heart, I really never did such a thing, Mr. Stark.

Tony's entrustment to him before getting off the plane came to his mind:

First, find out whether Atal has superpowers.

Second, discover his true appearance again.

Third, no matter what the relationship behind it is, confirm the friendship.

"If you want to say, we are not hostile to him," Tony touched his chin. "This is just my personal interest. I really don't want to see another Captain America appear."

"Especially this version of Captain, still the bastard Green Arrow, and Connor Hawke, the son of the Quinns."

"You don't have to be too defensive, brainwashing control, this is just a guess," Tony also said, "If Hydra is really involved and starts to attack children, it will really refresh my three views again."

Therefore, this is a "small plan" to hide from everyone in the Avengers. Tony even made an agreement with Peter, claiming that this is a secret mission that only the two of them know. He expressed that he believed in Peter.

Peter clenched his fists and made up his mind.

——He, he will definitely do it!

He came back to his senses and found that Atar had taken him to the temporary guest room that belonged to him for these two days.Peter found that the servants who came up earlier had put the place in order, and he couldn't find any problems.

"My room is at the end of this floor." Attar let go of his hand, and closed the door after Peter entered. "There is a copper clock on the bedside table. If you press it, a servant will appear."

Peter responded with a "hmm" and walked to the head of the bed, but Atar took a step back and walked to the door again.

At this moment, he heard the sound of the lock in the room behind him, and he was startled suddenly. The spider sensor gave him goosebumps. Peter turned his head and saw that Atal had appeared behind him.

Although Peter has the ability to resist, it is obviously far from being well-trained by more than 01:30. His body took the lead in moving, but the strength strengthened after being bitten by a spider was like a stone sinking into the sea, unable to resist Atar's surprise attack.

Atar reached out and grabbed Peter by the collar, and pushed him against the wall. While the world was spinning, the postures of the two had changed, and Peter was severely suppressed.

It all happened in just a few seconds, Atal had already clasped his left hand and pressed it against the wall above his head, and one leg got stuck between Peter's legs, completely blocking all possible escape opportunities for Peter. route.

Peter was dumbfounded, and swallowed. The wall above his head had cracks, and fine pebbles fell on his brown hair, showing the terrifying strength of the person holding him.

In all his predictions, the only situation that he didn't think about was the tense situation when he entered the room.

What about "play with the kids"?What kind of development is this! ! ! ——

Atal had just inherited the superpower brought to him by the superman gene at this time, and he didn't quite understand how terrifying it was, so he didn't feel the resistance of Peter's spider power, thinking that the other party was not a superpower.

He relaxed a little bit, afraid of crushing Peter's wrist, and this posture was really awkward.

"Are you still resisting?" He asked, "If you don't resist, I will let you go."

Peter was taken aback, and quickly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice. As expected, Atar let go of the hand that was holding his wrist, but he didn't distance himself. Peter saw a red light flash in his blue eyes.

Gaining temporary freedom, Peter subconsciously wanted to rub his wrist, but as soon as he raised his hand, he was stopped by the hard core.

Atar's right hand suddenly supported his head, giving him a domineering president's wall, and Peter felt his head buzzing.

He peeked at the side of his face from the corner of his eye, and it turned out to be another shattered spider web.

——This strength is too terrifying, Peter wailed in his heart.

"I, I don't resist." Peter said stumblingly, and began to sweat coldly.

His hands were clenched into two small fists and placed in front of his chest. With that expression, it seemed that Atal was going to do something wrong to him in the next second.

But Atar was several centimeters shorter than him, so the picture seemed a little funny instead.

Atal approached him and asked, "I just want to ask you a few questions."

……

Half an hour later, Attar walked down the stairs, and Connor was waiting for him in the living room.

Before he and Peter left just now, when Connor left that sentence, he gave him a look, and Atal quickly got what he meant——

Don't be soft, scare as much as you can.

They’ve been superheroes for several years, what kind of tricks are you playing with me Tony Stark?

Connor knew that Tony didn't have any malicious intentions. Although he was sometimes called a bad person, who could be worse than Oliver? ...

Connor is already very resistant to stress. After all, his strong tolerance is cultivated in actual combat, so if it is not a friend, he is still very happy to establish a friendly relationship with Tony.

So Tony's behavior just made him feel a little funny, even a little helpless.

But no matter what, I still have to play a little trick and come back.

"He was terrified, and now he is doing his homework in the room." Attar said, feeling the joy rising from the bottom of his heart, "But it doesn't look like he is a bad person."

"I trust Tony," Connor said.

He observed Atar's expression, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do you want to sleep temporarily?"

Atal showed doubts on his face. Although his eyes did suddenly become sore when he was teasing Peter, he still didn't show it.

But Connor seemed to see through him at a glance, and pointed out his strong support.

"Go and lie on the sofa for a while. We'll go out after we get dressed." Connor pointed to the living room, and then glanced at the time on his wrist watch. "You can rest for half an hour."

Atal was a little hesitant, he didn't dare to close his eyes and rest.Judging from the rules that have been figured out so far, there is a high probability that he will fall into a sleep state and will come to that strange world again.

"I'll stay here with you." Ke Connor said, holding his hand.

There seemed to be a warm feeling coming from the place where they were holding each other, which temporarily dispelled the coldness around Atar's body. He couldn't resist Connor's worried gaze, so he agreed.

He nodded, and obediently nestled on the sofa. Connor brought a blanket, lightly draped it over his body, and twisted the corners. Brother's care buff.

But in fact, Connor is not the oldest one in the family, Roy is.

Noticing that Atal was still looking at him, Connor smiled gently at him, then raised the printout of the plan in his hand, and said softly, "Don't worry, I'll just sit here."

Atal arched like a little squirrel in the blanket, only his furry head was exposed, and his watery blue eyes looked at Connor without blinking, which made the latter feel a tender feeling in his heart .

To be honest, although Connor has long been used to taking care of his family, when he meets obedient children, he still can't help but prefer them more.

Commonly known as double standard.

If it was Roy, Connor had given him a hand knife at this moment and told him to go to sleep quickly.

He restrained his smile and quickly entered the working state. Without looking at Atar again, he lowered his head and picked up a ballpoint pen from the table, and then began to read the document from the beginning.

Atar insisted not to let himself fall asleep so quickly, but his consciousness drifted further and further away, gradually getting away from his control, and came to another dim and dim place.

……

……

"Are you awake?" The system's voice came from beside my ear.

Atal found himself standing in that familiar room again, the hot wind poured in from the window of the dilapidated room, and the stained glass showed a circle of strange colors under the dim light.

The disgusting smell of blood was pushed in front of him like a wave. Candles were lit in several places in the room, emitting a scorched smell, which blocked the air circulation in the room even more.

"I fell asleep just now." Atal said, "I'm in Quinn Manor."

"No, you're awake." The system insisted, "You're confused."

Atar didn't want to quarrel with it, because it was meaningless, he just decided what was true.

"Do you remember the option from last time?" the system asked him, "Have you decided what to choose?"

"I don't want to choose." Atar said, but a sense of disgust rose in his originally calm heart.

When he first appeared in such a strange environment, he didn't take it too seriously, because he was relaxed and had nothing to worry about, so he felt very indifferent.

But now, it's different, he has family and friends.

Those choices that seem to stand in line actually symbolize the abandonment of a certain part, and it's not that he can't see why he should follow the options given by others.

The system sighed: "...you will regret it. Because in the end, everyone will find that there are some things that cannot be forced. Are you sure that what you have now is real?"

"What will happen when they find out who you really are?"

Atar said calmly: "I don't even know what my true face looks like, and I may not be able to accept it at that time, so don't embarrass them. What's the point of that?"

He felt unbelievable about what the system said, did he accept it or not, did it have anything to do with the choice he made now?

In fact, he had a vague premonition that the genes in his body were definitely more than the part he knew.

Because since Damian said that his creator stamped him as a "failure", then he could only be awakened because a certain part succeeded, and this part satisfied the Assassin League, so they would use him.

What exactly is it?Probably something to do with the whispers he heard.

More directly, maybe a cult god?

Atal thought uncertainly, because the sculpture looked quite weird, and evil is usually the most intuitive word used by human beings when they cannot understand existence.

...Whether it's hostile or evil, it's just a different way of thinking.

Perhaps, from the standpoint of non-human beings, it is not certain that human beings are evil.

Atal, who didn't feel that he was on the verge of chaos at all, thought indifferently, so what if there is an evil part in his body.

Could it be that he still loathes himself and puts himself in the victim's position hypocritically?

The system has nothing to say, and Atar's mentality has stabilized at a height that he has never reached. It seems that if he is given more stimulation, his sanity value will not plummet, but will be absorbed without any psychological barriers.

Seeing that the system didn't speak, he simply began to observe the environment here, and found the source of the bloody smell. A corpse was lying right in front of him, and it looked like it had been decomposing for a long time.

He stepped on the creaking rotten floor and looked around, and he could see the dark yellow rubber curtain swaying slightly under the damp wind, revealing the wooden door at the front.

Atar walked towards the wooden door, and turned the lock hanging on it with his hand. It made a clear knocking sound, revealing the keyhole.

[A reversed wooden door: an obstacle that requires a specific lock to open]

Perhaps because of this strange world, he tried to kick open the wooden door, but the super power brought by the Superman gene disappeared, and the wooden door just shook without any sign of opening.

But just as he stopped, there was a sudden knock on the wooden door, as if urging him to come out quickly.

Atar hesitated for a moment, the door was still knocking softly, as if a bell had rang, and he who was called needed to appear outside the door quickly, as if this party required his participation.

"—"

There seemed to be a voice of inquiry coming from outside the door, but Atar couldn't make out a single word.

Holding some confidence, he simply turned around and began to search the room where the key might be.

On the table, no.

In the drawer, no.

On the wall, no.

Atar's gaze slowly fell on the corpse in the room.

He approached the corpse slowly, bending down to observe.The other party's pupils dilated, and half of the face could already see the skull, leaving only carrion sticking to the skin. Flies and maggots greedily entered and exited from the gaping stomach, making pricking sounds.

It's like the belly of this corpse turned into cheese, leaving little holes for worms to travel through.

"Don't tell me it's in my stomach," Attar said.

He put his hand in the sky, and a line of words emerged:

[dead, native, empty stomach, eaten]

"In the mouth." The system reminded suddenly.

Atar's body stiffened for a moment, holding back his nausea, he opened the jaw of the corpse with his hands, and found something shiny, which should be the key, but he didn't want to put his hand in.

He looked left and right, stood up and walked to the wall, picked up the stick, walked to the corpse, and gave it a few sharp blows to the head.

It wasn't until the whole head of the corpse was smashed and the key fell out smoothly that Atar bent down to pick it up, and threw aside the wooden stick stained with various liquids.

The system that witnessed everything: "..." is really ruthless.

Atar walked back to the wooden door, inserted the key into the lock, twisted it, and opened the door smoothly.

When he walked out, he looked back at the room, but unexpectedly found a place he had overlooked.

The corpse was lying in the center of the room, and the strange candles at the corners were connected to form a special pattern.

But without leaving Atar any more time, the wooden door creaked and closed automatically.

It was also at this time that he noticed a chain remaining on the outer layer of the wooden door.

He recognized it...

——This is the door he knocked on first.

So, it's a weird cycle now?

Could it be that the previous knock on the door was made by himself?

There was no ups and downs in Atar's heart, and his eyes turned back again, looking at this weird town.

Aside from the first bewilderment, he observed all of these with scrutiny, and found that their style was very similar to the architectural style of the city he saw in the deep sea after hearing "Cthulhu" that day.

It can be seen from the side that some tumors similar to lumps of meat grow parasiticly on the house, shrinking as if alive.

This time there was no reminder of the 5-minute countdown, he was able to walk down the steps slowly, and the glowing blood that first guided the way dripped from the door symbolizing the Green Arrow's house.

Atal paused at the door for a moment, then walked through the door.

The dense fog gradually spread and invaded the entire town. Several couples of men and women slowly appeared in the thick fog. They clasped their hands, danced on both sides of the road, and twirled in whispers, as if they couldn't see Atal .

The sound of chains came from ahead, as if reminding Atar to keep going.Elegant and clear violin music faintly floated in the thick fog, and as the lady's skirts were swaying in mid-air, a string in the bottom of my heart was tensed.

Atal stood still, but the music suddenly changed, and immediately bent a tune, which was weird and cold.

Those couples who were originally dancing began to kill each other, biting each other nervously, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air. From the corner of his eyes, he saw the houses with tumors began to sway rapidly——

The windows of the town that had been extinguished were lit up one by one, like ethereal candles in the wind and rain.

Atar immediately ran forward, the hot wind in the air brought a salty and humid atmosphere, as if the existence of the sea was within his reach.

He stepped across the lawn, leaving those eerie images behind him, until he reached the edge of the town.

—It is indeed by the sea.

Atar felt that he had left his body, and his spirit was watching everything with cold eyes.

He opened his arms, and the originally calm sea seemed to be called, and suddenly became ecstatic like a human, surging surging waves, as if eagerly trying to fall into his embrace, and also as if welcoming his arrival.

DANGER DANGER DANGER, FEAR FEAR FEAR.

...but close, very close.

The earth was trembling, and it seemed that something huge was about to rise from the bottom of the sea.The cold moonlight shone on the sparkling water, shining like fish scales, and the water waves brought whispers to his ears.

But the bright and clear moon has a human-like face, which seems to be giggling. It is arranged in a certain regular star position and combined with the moonlight and the sea surface, it casts a fuzzy shadow at the bottom of the water.

The shadow of the giant can already be seen from under the surface of the water. Its tentacles are like vines on the seabed, almost misidentifying its figure.

— it is about to rise.

……

……

"Wake up, Atar?"

Atal opened his eyes suddenly, his body curled up in the blanket, shivering from the cold.

The person sitting opposite him put down the document in his hand, walked up to him, knelt down, stroked Atar's hair with his hand, and asked softly, "Are you having a nightmare?"

"Dream?" Atal said slowly, as if he wasn't sure what he perceived.

"Well, you suddenly trembled just now, did you feel unwell?" Connor asked.

... everything is too real to be a dream.

He didn't see what was rising from the bottom of the sea, but that vague and indescribable shadow obviously did not belong to the scope of human beings' imagination.

Atal had a vague premonition that something bad would happen when it rose from the bottom of the sea.

All of this obviously had something to do with what he was going through.

Atal let out a snort, and put his cheek against Connor's palm, and Connor looked at him a little funny.

"It's good that you're here." Atal said involuntarily, staring at Connor without blinking.

Connor is thin and thin, but he doesn't feel contemptuous at all. He is a very reliable young man.

Although at his age, he should be relying on others, but Connor has this ability.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a dream." He comforted, pinching Atar's face, "You're sixteen, you need to be stronger."

Hearing this sentence, under Connor's incomprehensible gaze, Atar tried hard to break free from the blanket.

He threw himself on Connor, gave him a super warm hug, rubbed against him like a puppy a few times, and said loudly, "——you're so kind, Connor!"

He was so moved that his whole body was about to bubble, and he sucked in his nose.

——Where can I find such a good brother!

The latter was taken aback for a moment, but Atar suddenly hit a straight ball and was thrown back by his lunge.

But soon, he stabilized his figure, stretched out his hand and patted his back lightly: "...Okay, stop acting like a baby."

Having said that, Atalun felt a little embarrassed, thinking about whether he was too sticky.

He is sixteen years old, what kind of coquettish is he? !This is obviously just seeking psychological comfort.

...In short, leave it to the later self to deal with, Atar doesn't care, he just wants to be a child at this moment.

That being said, he still couldn't help but feel a little ashamed, so he buried his face in Connor's shoulder and refused to get up.

"Tell me, you won't be afraid anymore." Connor comforted softly.

Connor fiddled a few times, trying to get Atal to lift his face, but the latter wouldn't move his face from his shoulders.

Connor thought it was a little funny, so he didn't continue, and adjusted his posture to make him lean more comfortably.

"..." Attar said sullenly, "I dreamed of the sea."

"Yeah." Connor replied.

He jotted down the word in his heart.

"The moon with a human face, and the giant monster that is about to rise from the bottom of the sea."

Connor was thoughtful, and stretched out his hand to smooth his hair again: "It's okay."

He didn't say anything anymore, he just hugged Atar quietly and provided him with a solid backing, as if he was using his behavior to show that he would protect him——

Although Atal was past the age of protection, the other party was considered a big boy.

However, no matter what, the other party is considered to be the object of Connor's focus.

Connor silently wrote down the scenes described by Atar.He has always been a very vigilant person, and will not let go of any signs of trouble, even nightmares.

Now that Atal has lost part of his past memory, these nightmares may indicate something, and Connor will not let these details go.

Atal sucked Connor a few mouthfuls, feeling that he had recovered from the weird scenes just now, so he let go of Connor shyly, retreated back to the sofa, and flicked the blanket a few times, only revealing A pair of eyes looked at Connor.

"Now you know you're embarrassed again?" Connor stretched out his hand through the blanket, gently scratched the tip of his nose, and smiled lightly.

Atal removed the blanket, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but suddenly a figure ran down the stairs in a panic, it was Peter who had been frightened by the poor before.

When he saw both of them in the living room, he was startled at first, and then ran to Connor as if he had found the backbone.

Although he didn't understand why he did it, Connor was prepared.

"What's wrong?" He stood up and straightened his shirt tie.

"Something happened—" Peter cried, looking anxious, "they're out of touch!"

"what happened?"

"Over there at the auction—"

But Peter hesitated at this juncture. He glanced at Atar, because he didn't trust Tony completely, so he felt a little tangled.

"I know what you want to say." Connor noticed Peter's gaze, "Don't worry, I've already explained some things to Tony. You suspect that Atar has something to do with Hydra, right?"

Atal was equally puzzled when he heard this, but Connor's tone seemed like it was okay for Atar to know, and he didn't avoid him at all.

Peter's eyes widened: "What? Did Mr. Stark tell you?"

No, it didn't, Tony wasn't a straight ball, he talked a bunch of crap to him, but Connor could guess what Tony was up to.

He was nice to Connor, and they both knew they could be friends.

And Tony is a guy who has always been awkward, likes to hide his sincerity, and forces others to play treasure hunting games. If he can come to Star City, there is a high probability that he will remind Connor.

But Connor knew that Tony must still have back tricks, such as the boy in front of him, Peter Parker.

—Is he Spider-Man?It's too easy to guess.

Connor thought amusedly.

"Atar has nothing to do with Hydra, he will not hurt me because of this."

"Yes, is it..." Peter glanced at Atar with a guilty conscience.

The other party returned him a smile without any malice, and Peter quickly looked away, feeling a little uncomfortable.

Connor nodded, and continued, "I resolved the misunderstanding with him, so, what happened at the auction?"

"..." Peter closed his eyes and opened them again after making up his mind, "Just now, Mr. Stark didn't send me a text message. We agreed to exchange messages at five o'clock, but now half an hour has passed. He didn't reply to me."

"Is it possible that he forgot the time because of something else?"

"No," Peter said firmly, "although I know it's unbelievable to say this, but I have to say that although Mr. Stark seems to be out of tune in many things, what he promised himself will definitely be accomplished .”

"—So, it is absolutely impossible for this to happen."

Although what he said was firm, Peter still felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Because he knows how bad Mr. Stark's image in the eyes of the outside world is with a warm heart. Although this is just a layer of camouflage, few people can see through it.

Originally thought that Connor and Atar would say that he was thinking too much, but unexpectedly, the two looked at each other and nodded.

Atal lifted the blanket, Yiran looked as if he could start to act immediately.

"You, don't you say I'm overhearted?" Peter himself was surprised, and he hesitated to ask, "I thought you would say that it was just half an hour without replying to the text message..."

Connor didn't say anything right away.

"You did a good job." Attar put his hand on Peter's shoulder and patted it, "very sharp."

Peter was taken aback for a moment, and then his cheeks flushed: This, this... Is he being praised?

"The auction in Star City is different from that in New York." Connor explained, "Tony probably wants to get some news in advance, but the auction here is controlled by gangsters, and the forces behind it are intricate and there are many variables."

Otherwise, why didn't Roy and the others just grab the sculpture before the auction?

Because all these have rules in Star City, since you are in Star City, you must abide by these hidden terms, even the vigilantes are no exception.

"But why did you come to me?" Connor asked, "Because Oliver was among them?"

Peter smiled awkwardly, remembering the last text message he had with Mr. Stark.

"...Mr. Stark, Mr. Quinn, and Mr. Wayne are all here." Peter swallowed, "Actually, I know that they...well, with the strength of the three of them, it is impossible for them to lose contact."

"Even if something happens, we can't do anything about it, but I still want to..."

Seeing Connor resting his forehead with a headache, Peter felt even more disturbed, thinking that he was troubled by this tricky matter. Peter felt very sorry, but he was still determined to bring Connor along.

But Atar, who was closer to Connor, heard the truth of the matter.

The other party whispered annoyedly: "...I knew it, I knew something bad would happen if Oliver disappeared."

"But I didn't expect it to come so soon."

He originally thought that Oliver was only going to investigate the murder case that had been framed before, so at most he would torture others in some dark lair.

Unexpectedly, the other party went to the auction following the clues that he didn't know where, and got mixed up with Tony and Bruce.

Yes, Tony is Iron Man.

Bruce, Batman.

Oliver is the Green Arrow.

These three people lost contact at the same time, what happened?Anyway, Connor didn't want to speculate anymore, otherwise he would have high blood pressure.

The biggest possibility is that these three people were trapped somewhere, and then started a symposium to make things difficult for Connor.

Although he didn't know what the other vigilantes thought, he could completely guess Oliver's thoughts.

"..." Connor sighed, and muttered to himself, "I'm sure I'll get old before I get old, right?"

After speaking, he took out his mobile phone from his trousers pocket and made a call. Both Peter and Atar looked at Connor, wondering what he was going to do.

"Not everything can be resolved by force," Connor explained, "Let's find out what happened first."

The most important thing is to figure out whether they were involved in the incident as vigilantes or as ordinary people.In order to avoid self-defeating after the time has passed, Connor has always been more considerate.

"What is it?" he asked Attar.

"A sculpture," said Attar, "something that triggers suicide."

Connor nodded, with one hand in his trouser pocket and the other hand holding the phone, waiting to be connected.

It didn't take too much time for Connor, there was a squeak on the phone, and then a slow voice came, full of sarcasm and jealousy: "...It's really strange that a Quinn would call me."

"As for me, I've been busy dealing with the Green Arrow people recently, so the supply to the Quinn family will be reduced."

supply?Peter frowned. It didn't sound like a good word.

He suddenly thought of some rumors in the newspapers, saying that Quinn Enterprises was involved in the profits of some dark areas, and now it seems to be true... This made Peter feel a little surprised——

After all, the Arrows are vigilantes, right?

How can you participate in these operations?

It wasn't long before Peter became a hero. In his mind, the moral benchmark is Captain America, and the goal of life is Iron Man.

These people are the type who firmly say no to the evil forces, so it is impossible to imagine heroes and gangsters working together.

Atar also heard the conversation, but the expression on his face did not change at all, and he accepted it well.

"It's okay," Connor said unhurriedly, and glanced at Peter with a strange expression, "It's fine."

"...But I didn't call because of this," he changed the topic, "Is there anything related to religion in this collection? I'm very interested in this."

"Religion?" The other party's voice paused, and he laughed, "Connor, isn't this your type?"

He pretended to call out Connor's name, but the latter just frowned and treated him indifferently.

"I'm just interested in the latest news," Connor saw Attar took out a diary out of nowhere, opened a certain page and held it up to him, "...the one who committed suicide by drowning. "

"It's dangerous," the other said.

"Aren't rich people like us just looking for excitement?" Connor smiled lightly.

"Tell me the number of the collection, and I will directly press the highest price. After all, death is an eternal desire-I want to get it."

In the last sentence, his tone sank, with the arrogance and certainty of a superior.

Peter shivered, because Connor's tone of voice seemed very smooth, as if it came out naturally, as if he was born to be in the dark, he questioned himself in a low voice: "Could it be..."

And Atal seemed to know what he wanted to say, and said to him softly: "Our methods are different."

——Probably, the Green Arrow system has always wandered on the edge of darkness, with blurred boundaries, and some are just necessary means.

"Then you are doomed to be disappointed." The voice of the person on the other end of the phone paused, as if he finally realized who he was taking Joe with, so he said, "The auction has been cancelled, something happened, Mr. Quin."

Connor withdrew his dark aura, and said gently but irresistibly, "Give me a reason."

"The person who kept the collection was killed—"

"Oh? So?" Connor made a breathy voice with unknown meaning, and his tone was very calm, "What does this have to do with what I want to get?"

"No, it has a lot to do with it," said the other party, "We have three suspects on our side."

Connor's tone remained unchanged, but he had already stretched out his hand to support his forehead, his helpless breath almost solidified, he swallowed back his sigh, and asked, "Three big men?"

……

……

Star City, underground auction warehouse.

Oliver turned his head and said angrily: "Don't look at me, if he hadn't yelled, we wouldn't have gotten into this situation."

But Bruce Wayne was still staring at him.

NOTE: Use Batman's eyes.

Oliver felt goosebumps all over his body. He always felt that Bruce was weird and eerie. Whether he was wearing the bat suit or not, his every movement meant ulterior motives.

What's more, this guy took his assistants to hunt down himself and Atar before.

Not far from the two of them, Tony bent his long legs and made a disdainful voice: "Who the hell acted on his own initiative to startle the snake? Oh? Isn't it the richest man and mayor of Star City in front of me?"

Oliver and Tony met eyes, then rolled their eyes at the same time, and looked away in disgust.

"When do you think we're going to be let out?" Tony asked, boredly kicking the stool on which he was being strapped tightly like a chick who couldn't resist, "Oliver, you put your city management It's too bad."

Oliver snorted.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen, unless they want Star City, Gotham and New York to be in turmoil at the same time."

Tony knew Oliver was right, but still gave him a glare.

"Besides, Connor will come to pick us up." Oliver said complacently, "Bruce, even if