American comics: Because I am Batman

"One, two, three... Well, the Blackwater Riddler wants me to die!"

Batman walked into the room and looked at the floor that was divided into grids, and then at the surrounding robots that lifted up the floor and jumped out.

His hatred for the Riddler grew even stronger.

"Batman? Watch out for these robots!"

Brucey's voice rang in the headphones: "I've dealt with them before, you have to pay attention to the green question mark on their chest! There will be a riddle on it!

If you want to destroy these iron lumps, you must first solve these riddles or smash them into pieces! Otherwise, even if you beat them to pieces, they will be reassembled! "

Batman gritted his teeth: "Is the technological level of your world so high?"

"I haven't finished yet. After those robots sense that you are moving, lasers will be emitted from the gaps in the floor grid and keep moving!

Moreover, when you start hitting these robots, electric current will start to appear on the floor, from the outside to the inside, and go into the center of the floor in circles!

You have to be careful! "

After hearing this, Batman took out his grappling gun - this was the grappling hook used by Brucey. She didn't use a device like Batman, but a pistol-like grappling gun - and aimed it at a robot.

The finishing move of the hook gun, aim, launch, pull, and then punch down from the pulling path!

"airplane!"

"Plane? What plane?"

After Batman smashed the robot to pieces, he heard Brucey yelling and frowned.

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"The answer, the question mark on the chest of the robot you just smashed, the answer to that puzzle! You just need to follow me!"

Batman thought very quickly. It would not have taken more than a second for him to defeat the robot just now. In this second, Bruce could clearly see the puzzle on the chest of the high-speed moving robot, and In such a small amount of time, the answer to the riddle was accurately guessed.

Is this still human?

Batman shook these vague thoughts out of his head, then grabbed the hand of a robot that wanted to attack him with his backhand, and punched it in the head. At the same time, Brucey also told the answer to the riddle.

Shaking his hands and looking at the robots surrounding him, Batman shook his head. With Brucey's help, the threat these robots posed to him was not as great as the current on the outer floor.

After all, these guys are just robots. Even if they feel no pain, have no fear, cannot run away, and have advantages that humans do not have, they are still robots.

It's just a warrior without ego created by the Riddler because of his own bad taste before he was eroded by the black water.

They don't move very quickly. With the support of bioelectric signal technology and Flash cards, Batman can make them unable to even touch his cape.

At the same time, their only tactic is to rush forward in a rush and throw random punches. There is no command and no formation. They each fight their own way and fight on their own.

Fighting these guys, if their designs weren't too weird and added the Riddler's damn bad taste elements, Batman can guarantee that there will be several corner heads with surnames under the night in New York City - similar to a gangster sub-unit. The helmsmen of the helm - they command a dozen gangster thugs to surround Batman, posing a much greater threat to him.

At least bigger than these robots.

However, the situation soon changed. When Batman stepped on the last robot, broke its arm, and crushed its head with one foot, the Riddler's unbeatable voice rang out.

"Oh! Detective! With your poor wisdom, you are still worthy of being trapped in my trap! But this is also embarrassing for you. After all, it is too difficult for you to see through this trap that can only be seen in kindergarten! "

"Batman? Be careful! The next wave of robots will definitely not be so easy to deal with!"

Batman's white eyes narrowed slightly, and Brucey's voice drew his attention from beating the Riddler back to dealing with these robots.

The robots that appeared this time were no different from the ones just now. They were all in the fantasy style of gears and steam, and they also had a big green question mark on their chests.

The only difference is that they are in groups of three or five, and they all hold cold weapons in their hands, some are long weapons, some are short weapons, and some are shields.

"Don't worry, detective! In order to save your meager brains, I still give you a little hope! Well, at least, they don't have guns, right?"

Batman wants to give the Riddler the middle finger.

The robots this time are really much more difficult to deal with. They have coordination and understand tactics. When their "teammates" need them, they will rush over to harass Batman and cover their teammates.

At the same time, they have a clear division of labor. When Batman uses the grapple gun, the one with the shield will rush up to block it.

When Batman pulls over a robot with a spear, a few with short weapons will rush forward. After Batman reluctantly lets go, they will return to their original combat position and maintain their formation.

What makes Batman most uncomfortable is not only that they are all experts in cold weapons and have weapons skills that are not inferior to his, but also the lasers on the ground.

Those lasers require Batman to carefully observe the gaps between the floor grids. When he sees a red light, he must leave immediately, otherwise he will be penetrated by the laser the next moment.

This is completely different from the laser that the carriage and horse shot out and then moved slowly.

"Can't deal with them? Where's the stance I taught you?"

Brucey's slightly worried tone comforted Batman a little: "I am in the offensive posture you taught me. Do you need me to change to a counterattack posture or a defensive posture?"

"No, you listen to me..."

While dodging the non-killing but heart-wrenching harassment of these robots, Batman paid attention to the lasers on the ground, and at the same time, he had to be careful of the electric currents that were getting closer and closer to him. Finally, he was distracted and listened to Brucey's teachings.

"Have you ever learned Qi?"

After listening to Brucey's simple explanation, Batman pressed one hand on the robot's shield, and then asked Brucey.

"What's the matter?"

"No, that's just the question!"

After saying that, Batman followed Brucey's instructions, exerting force from his waist, and then used his recovered spine as an axis, like a spring or a bow, to explode the power of his whole body.

He also used a red card to make his consciousness 100% in sync with his body.

With a muffled sound, the robot's shield was bounced off by him, just like the performance of some so-called "qigong masters". In one word, outrageous.

But this is true, it is just a technique for exerting force, and there is nothing unscientific about it.

"When you taught me the stance before, why didn't you also teach me this?"

"You couldn't move your spine at that time, how could you teach me?"

Batman was speechless, and then used the "qigong" taught to him by Bruce again to perform the same trick on the robot whose shield was bounced off by him.

However, although the attack was successful this time and Brucey also solved the riddle on the robot, Batman was still stabbed. Fortunately, his armor defense was sufficient, otherwise he would have been bleeding after this stabbing. .

The problem is that with two more swords, Batman will definitely bleed. After all, his suit is not an iron can like Iron Man.

"Counterattack stance! Although you have only learned it for a few days, you must learn to switch between stances. It must be fast and smooth!"

Bruce sounds like she can't help but go into battle herself, but unfortunately she doesn't have the ability.

"Then? Doesn't the counterattack posture have the same 'qigong wave' as before?"

"Your nerve reaction speed can be 100% in sync with your body, right? Then try it..."

After hearing Brucey's suggestion, Batman sighed. She was indeed the world's leading martial arts master. Her insights into martial arts simply made him, a fake, ashamed and yearning for her.

After being stabbed a few more times, Batman finally did what Bruce just suggested he do.

As soon as he grabbed a robot holding a spear, two robots behind him were slashing at him with knives. The angles were so tricky that they didn't look like they could be blocked.

But Batman just blocked it. He held the spear with one hand and blocked the two attacks with his gauntlet with the other hand. Although his body was twisted into a weird shape, he blocked it after all.

After throwing the two robots away with a forceful swing, Batman kicked the spear robot's head off.

"How about this passive skill is called automatic counterattack, and the qigong just now is called black bullet?"

"I can't believe that you, a person of several decades, still have this kind of "elegant mood"!"

"A man is a teenager until he dies."

Having learned the two ultimate secrets of Batwoman's martial arts, Batman, with divine help, finally dismantled the last robot just when the current and laser were about to imprison him in the last square.

"Phew, if the Riddler dies due to any accident in the future, I will definitely dissect his head! See if his brain is smooth and traceless, without a cerebral cortex!"

When the laser and current stopped at the same time and Batman was still breathing, Bruce complained angrily.

"Is it fun to write these boring riddles all day long? This narcissistic and neurotic paranoid!"

Batman felt that the Riddler's riddles might have broken Brucie's defense.

Yes, after all, the first riddle that comes into the Blackwater Riddler Base is:

Something had six legs before it walked into the alley.

And after walking out of the alley there are two legs.

The Riddler really used this riddle and used it as a good start.

Shaking his head, Batman looked at the opening in the ceiling and fired his grappling gun.