[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"Take out your money!"

With a shaggy beard and a strong smell of alcohol, former surgeon Stephen Strange squinted at the man in front of him. At this time, he was not as sober as before, and he was able to walk out after drinking too much alcohol. It would be nice to walk to the convenience store correctly and buy beer, but it doesn't mean that his sanity still exists.

At this time, Strange's brain was already flooded with alcohol, and he no longer had the image of a confident and elegant surgeon as before. He was purely an alcoholic with more impulse than reason.

He took a wobbly step forward, the bag that was hanging on his arm slipped to the ground, and the beer cans inside rolled out, Strange ignored them, but glanced drunkenly with squinting eyes The man in front of him.

"money?"

He pulled the corner of his mouth, sneered, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is your head stuffed with straw?"

Robber "???"

The robber clenched the gun in his hand, and his expression was blank for a moment, probably because he didn't expect that the person in front of him would not only feel no fear after seeing the weapon he was holding, but actually laughed at himself in such a tone.

"You... hiccup, do you want money?" Strange said as he put his hand into his pocket—the hand was not as smooth as ordinary people, but with large and small Scars, even slightly distorted in some places - took out his wallet, opened them, and then slapped the robber's face plainly.

During this process, the hand was shaking uncontrollably, not because of fear, but because of the injury on the hand.

As for why he was not afraid, it was because Strange was obviously the one being robbed, but his tone was higher than that of the robbers, and he cursed unceremoniously.

"See, you idiot!" He growled, then shook his hand and threw the wallet in the robber's face, "Don't come out to rob if you don't have an IQ!! I tell you, all my money is spent, the only thing left is I also took it to buy wine!!"

"Fuck him! Me! No! Money! Got it!"

"If I had money!! Would I be here, I would have used it to treat my hand! Those bastards, why don't they believe me, they are as stupid as you, just..."

"To shut up!!"

No one could stand being yelled at by others, let alone the robber, he raised his hand and hit Strange hard on the forehead with the butt of his gun.

"Hmm!" Strange staggered and fell to the ground as the sharp pain came from his forehead. The pain made him regain his sanity and finally realized his current situation.

He stared at the robber with wide eyes, and the robber stared at him with a ferocious expression. Robbing a poor man was enough to make the robber feel uncomfortable, and the other party was also a drunk who lost his mind and yelled at him. This feeling of humiliation made the robber's brain congested!

"Take out all the valuable things on your body and give them to me! Necklaces, bracelets, watches, belts, mobile phones, as long as they are valuable, take them out!"

Strange opened his mouth and closed it again. After going back and forth two or three times, his tone became weaker, but the content of his words was still harsh, "I have nothing left, I'm a poor man now, if you're smart enough, I knew I had to find something else…”

"! I said, shut up!!"

Being provoked one after another by the drunkard in front of him, the robber's original rationality was also washed away by the impulse. He pointed the gun at Strange, with killing intent flashing in his eyes, and he was about to press the trigger.

Bang!

Strange's pupils constricted suddenly, but he didn't feel any physical pain. Instead, he saw the robber standing in front of him suddenly widen his eyes, his pupils were dilated, and he fell back to the ground in a daze, with the back of his head touching the ground. The dull crashing sound also revealed a figure standing not far behind the robber.

"..."

Strange watched this figure approaching in amazement, bent down and took something from the robber's neck, but because of the dim environment, he couldn't see what was lying on the ground, and only saw a faint cold light.

He opened his mouth, and the sanity he recovered seemed to be washed away by the alcohol again, making him shake his head uncontrollably, but he became even more dizzy. He propped up the wall with trembling hands and wanted to stand up. The pain made him curl up his knuckles, but his feet were unsteady, and he fell down and sat down again.

"Well……"

Strange frowned, his fingers trembled and reached under his buttocks, and pulled out a can of beer. The beer can rolled on the ground and was finally blocked by a foot. Strange looked up, and it happened to be the same as the mask of this figure. The lower eyes look up.

Strange "..."

!

"Hey, I don't have any malice," the figure coughed lightly, seeming to see his uneasiness, and took the initiative to explain, "Look, I just saved you just now, so...uh, do you know Batman, I It's his assistant."

Strange "...I'm afraid there is no one who doesn't know Batman." After a pause, he said in a hoarse voice, "But no one has ever heard that he has an assistant."

"Uh, that's because I've only been by his side recently." The figure said as he bent down and stretched out his hand to Strange, "Get up."

Strange looked down at the gloved hand in front of him, which was steady and strong, without any sign of shaking.

He looked away and said hoarsely, "I'm not so drunk that I can't stand up."

"..." Although Brody, who was wearing a mask, frowned, he withdrew his hand and didn't try to pull Strange up. A bloody smell entered his nostrils at this time.

This is... Brody glanced around Strange, just as Strange once again stretched out his hand to support the wall and stood up, allowing Brody to clearly see a few new lines on the back of the scarred hand. The wound is oozing blood.

"your hands--"

"I'll handle it myself." Strange tried to avoid the 'Batman's assistant' reaching out to him, but was firmly grasped by the wrist. undeniable meaning

"You need treatment!"

The second after the voice fell, Strange found a few more slender needles on the back of his hand.

Strange "..."

He pursed his lips tightly, staring at the other person who was self-healing himself, staring and staring, Strange blinked suddenly, and then blinked again, before finally confirming that what he saw was not his hallucination.

A light blue light overflowed from the opponent's fingertips, and spread to his own palm.

Strange heard the other party's mumble, "Uh, is the energy overflowing unconsciously again, it seems that I have to exercise my control ability—"

energy?

Dazedness flashed across Strange's eyes, but soon, his pupils narrowed, and he stared firmly at his hand, his emotions suddenly surged, and his tightly pursed lips trembled.

It doesn't shake anymore!

Just like the hands of a normal person, just like his perfect hands before he was injured, this hand covered by the light blue light no longer has the uncontrollable trembling that made him despair!

Brody, who was buried in Strange's treatment, suddenly noticed that the other party was surprisingly quiet. It happened that he had stopped the other party's wound bleeding, so he let go and looked up at Strange suspiciously. As a result, the other party's The expression startled him.

"How do you—"

"Wait! Don't let go!" Strange took the initiative to grab Brody's with his other hand. He found that when the light blue light faded, his hand returned to the previous trembling again. He stared at Brody closely, "This light, what is this light..."

"I--"

Brody had just opened his mouth when Strange interrupted him in a hurry, "No, no, actually, it's okay if you don't want to tell me, I just want to ask, can we cooperate, can you, can you Give me some of this light!"

"It doesn't need much!" He emphasized with a hoarse voice, "Just a little, just enough to cover my hands!"

Brody was taken aback, his eyes fell on his and Strange's overlapping hands, the faint blue light wrapped their hands, and made him understand why Strange had This performance.

Since he who has absorbed the power of the Rubik's Cube can regain his activities like a normal person, if Dr. Strange can share this power, he should be able to restore his hands to their original appearance—not to mention the scars Everything disappeared, but no more weak knuckles and uncontrollable shaking.

These thoughts flashed in Brody's mind. He thought about Dr. Strange's care in the past, as well as his own personality. The last decision was formed in his mind, but before he said it, he asked the system first.

"System, can you help me allocate part of the energy to Dr. Strange?"

The system "OK."

Brody breathed a sigh of relief, and when he was about to speak, he heard the next words from the system

"However, it is not recommended for the host to do this. Without the help of the system to control it, ordinary humans will not be able to control this force at all. Their bodies will be eroded by energy, and finally they will be brought into an unknown field. This unknown field is probably not within the scope of the earth."

Brody "..."

He opened his mouth, and under Strange's gaze, he pulled out his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry."

Desperation welled up in Strange's eyes, and after the light blue light left with the opponent's hand, and his hand returned to that damned uncontrollable shaking state, his heart fell like an ice cellar.

"No, no, lease, I just need a little bit of this light, I just want to stand on the operating table again, I am a surgeon, I can save many people, lease, please help me—"

Brody pursed his lips tightly, and he shook his head at Strange. In a sense, Strange, who could be regarded as his teacher, showed such an expression that made Brody feel extremely uncomfortable.

"Sorry, but this light is bad for you, not for long..."

"I don't care!" Strange quickly interrupted him, he took a breath, grabbed the only hope in front of him and refused to let go, "I don't care about this kind of damage, I just need to be able to recover, I—"

Brody took a step back, shaking his head at Strange again, obviously ready to leave.

"I need your help, lease—"

When a person who has always been confident and strong shows weakness, especially when the other party is his friend and teacher, it makes people feel softer. The figure who intends to leave pauses, and the light of hope appears in Strange's eyes again.

However, to his disappointment, the figure only paused for a moment, and then took another step.

Strange gritted his teeth, and finally couldn't help saying:

"I know it's you, Brody!"

This time, the figure froze, and then turned around very quickly, shock appeared in the eyes not covered by the mask.

"You, how do you..." How do you know it's me?

Strange wobbled and took a step forward, staring at Brody, speaking very fast, "I'm a doctor, I'm familiar with human bones, your body is almost exactly the same as the Brody I know, and you The way you walk, and other features, let me guess your identity, not to mention the reaction you gave after I pronounced the name Brody just now, let me confirm that my guess is correct."

Brody "..." He was still too tender.

"I called out your identity, I didn't mean to threaten you, I just wanted to say that I can make decisions for myself," Strange said softly, "Brody, we are friends, aren't we, lease, Help."

Brody stared at Strange, his eyes flickering, he could feel the emotions rushing out of Strange, this emotion was particularly complicated, but it made him understand Strange's stubbornness that he was unwilling to give up at the moment , like a drowning man grabbing at the last straw.

It was especially difficult for Brody to say these words, but he still said it, "I can't, Strange, this energy is harmful to you, it will eat you, and even take you to no one Know where..."

Strange "I just want my hands back."

There was a stalemate between the two, and just when Brody decided to use his ability to run away, a low and pleasant voice came from above their heads

"I know someone, maybe she can help you, Strange."

The two looked at the past almost at the same time. In their sight, Superman wearing a tight blue uniform and fluttering red cloak behind his back fell down. Those azure sky-like eyes looked at the two of them.

"Don't make things difficult for him, Strange," Superman said. "He refused you for your safety. If you want to really get your hands back, come and find him with us."

"If you can convince her."