[Zhongyingmei] The style of the game is wrong

[Key character to unlock: Red Hood]

[Mission rewards have been distributed to "Dorothy's Nest"]

System prompts sounded in succession, but they failed to grab Dorothy's attention.

Her face was blushing, and she was throwing her hands and feet with all her strength, jumping out one after another.And the wide brim of the hat that had just been lifted slipped off again, covering her small head.

Unlike the previous ease, the Red Hood's hand suppressed her resistance.

The culprit, Red Hood, silently but firmly grabbed the brim of her hat, pulled it down mercilessly, then pressed her head with one hand, and pushed Dorothy forward, fixing it between him and the motorcycle ——On the gap barely left by the well-developed chest muscles.

The voice that has been processed by the voice changer is hoarse and gloomy, and it doesn't sound like a good guy: "Don't move yet."

Along with the sound of the red hood, there was the sound of bullets "bang bang bang" pouring from the rear.The pursuers caught up.

Red Hood controlled the direction and dodged to the right, dodging perfectly.The bullets that lost their targets bounced around, leaving the ground full of holes.

The locomotive that has been fully modified in the arsenal is undoubtedly excellent in performance, and its sturdiness is comparable to that of the Batmobile. Even if it fails to brake in time and rolls over and hits the wall, the wall with a hole will become unlucky—of course, another little unlucky Eggs also took part of the firepower.

There is nothing wrong with the locomotive, not even a scratch, and it is still shining confidently in the sun.

It's Dorothy's dream car, but it can't fly.

When Red Hood picked him up and stepped onto the locomotive, the engine sounded immediately.

In such a situation, the system task will never be absent——

【Mission: Escape from Heaven

Task Description: Want to pursue excitement?Come on, play a game where life is at stake!Just kidding, how could cute little Dorothy lose?After all, the thigh is next to it.

Mission requirements: Escape with a barrel]

Sure enough, Gotham's painting style is so different.

But what does the game prompt mean? One or two pierced the heart of the little cute Dorothy.

Dorothy's struggles stopped when the mission came to her door, and Red Hood gave her a complicated look.He thought the little girl was terrified, so he rarely comforted her bluntly: "Don't be afraid."

But the changed voice was distorted in a daze, creating a threatening effect.

Fortunately, Dorothy is not an ordinary child, otherwise Red Hood would have 100% added a difficult task of coaxing children.

He rubbed Dorothy's head through the hat, and then he drove the car smartly, turning left and right from time to time, drifting from time to time, and still had his hands free to draw a gun to fight back against the gnawing criminals.

One shot at a time, leading the snake out of the hole to this point, it's time to close the net, Red Hood barely felt a trace of calm from the chaos in Gotham Arkham's mind, and no longer showed mercy.

On the surface, he remained calm, maintaining the persona of a gangster with superb marksmanship and astonishing momentum, but in his heart it was as if he had experienced a series of earthquakes.

A sentence like crazy repeatedly swiped the screen in his mind:

"Old Bat made another fucking brat!"

Fucking Batman, Fucking Nightwing, Fucking Red Robin, and, Fucking Devilbaby.

He cursed viciously in his heart, and under his rage, the attack also became violent.

The Red Hood has had a rough time of late, and Batman has been in trouble.

According to common sense, whenever Batman is unhappy, the red hood can always absorb the nutrients to please himself and maintain a rare good mood.But things are different now, because the Red Hood is having a rough time as well.

Something seemed to have happened at home, and Red Hood smelled an unusual smell with his keen intuition.Despite his superficial cursing, the body honestly paid too much attention to Wayne Manor.

But what makes the Red Hood particularly irritable is——

One or two are fucking guarding against him like thieves.

Even if he almost embarked on a wrong path of self-lostness and almost broke with his family.But now, it's all over, and this offensive, distrustful precaution puts the Red Hood in a bad mood.

Dicky Bird hesitated, and ran over from Bludhaven to test three days ago.The English letters seemed to be chewed several times in the mouth and then spit out. They ran away without being able to speak clearly.

He wasn't counting on getting anything out of Batman.The information he knows so far is based entirely on his deep understanding of him, coupled with the analysis of the abnormal situation he has noticed, so he has a vague guess.

He set his sights on a demon cub who hadn't been seen for days.

Out of mission?impossible!Wanted?Neither is it.But no matter who is doing the trick, it has something to do with him so fucking much, and it can really involve him.Once he figured this out, the handsome face of the red hood hadn't been sunny in the past two days.

It coincided with the sudden riot in Arkham a few days ago that many criminals escaped, and these people simply stepped on the red hood's bottom line and tap danced.

Especially clowns.

The block that exploded last night was within his jurisdiction, and he was only one step behind, and when he got the news and arrived, he watched the Batmobile drive away.

The furious Red Hood didn't sleep all night and destroyed several dens overnight, but accidentally discovered a clue that Batman was following.He only thought for a second before deciding to let Batman go to hell.He's red hooded and goes it alone.

The next step is to attract firepower, layout, and then close the net as a matter of course.This series of coherent actions has been fully proficient in his vigilante career, and he can complete it with his eyes closed.

As expected, things proceeded in an orderly manner according to the track planned by the Red Hood, but everything stopped abruptly when the Red Hood bumped into Dorothy and saw the little girl clearly.

He is not blind, thank you.

As the locomotive galloped, a strong wind was drawn, and the cold wind from Gotham slammed on Dorothy's little face, tearing her baggy clothes along the way.

Dorothy is like a kitten caught by fate, shrinking indifferently in front of her, watching the brim of her hat and listening to the wind.

The hand on top of Dorothy's head had been released a long time ago, but under the pincers of the strong wind and the red hood's chest muscles, Dorothy almost turned her head with all her strength and lay on top of the red hood to catch a glimpse of what he was doing. What does it look like.

Uh... with a red barrel on his head, he was wearing a jacket with the zipper down his neck, and the props in the holster were obviously real ones, so he looked rather unfriendly.Dorothy huddled next to him under a wall with Kitten.

Dorothy wasn't afraid of him, and the red hood didn't just make people's legs weak with a glance, and even almost gave her a Batman who opened the door to kill him.

but--

Are these super heroes named so pragmatically! ?

What code name do you choose to dress up?Is this a tradition established in Gotham?Dorothy recalls the super-criminal clown who made an on-screen appearance.Not surprisingly, even the Joker's code name follows this principle.

She suddenly felt a great sense of anxiety about the code name of the vest.After all, a beautiful and cute little girl just wants a nice code name.

"Where are you going?" Dorothy took the initiative, she struggled to make a sound, and was unsurprisingly choked by the wind pouring into her mouth.

"Little guy," Red Hood was silent for a moment, implying, "This is not up to us."

"Some people don't want the show to end yet."

Things are a little out of his control, Red Hood thought calmly, just now, he discovered that another force was involved.However, he couldn't let go of this little accident that was suspected to be a bat cub in his arms.

Dorothy forcibly heard the taste of self-defeating from his low and steady voice without fluctuation.

The little cutie was puzzled for a moment, then completely forgot about it. Anyway, no matter what happened to her, Dorothy, she pouted, her sofa car was still lying at the scene of the crime!

Although the gunshots had subsided, no one relaxed their vigilance, not to mention Red Hood.As for little Dorothy, it was because the notification that the mission was successful had not yet sounded, and at the same time, the little red dot representing the hostile forces was still clearly visible on the lit game map.

Dorothy weighed the comparison of the strengths of the enemy and us, and was wise...counseled.She silently slipped into Red Hood's arms.

"Think of the good, Dorothy," she cheered herself up, subconsciously putting her finger in her mouth and sucking, "You've got a free ride around Gotham. Look, most of the map is borrowed. With this mission unlocked."

But still angry, Dorothy puffed up her cheeks, and thought of the car that had suffered misfortune on the first day she went out.

"Hold on firmly." Red Hood accelerated suddenly.

Little Dorothy, whose thoughts drifted away, was caught off guard by the tip of her little nose and bumped directly into the hard chest muscles of the red hood. In an instant, she felt sore.

pain!She covered her little nose with her hand.Under the physical pain, tears poured out uncontrollably, and the beautiful blue eyes were really watery.

How is this game so real!Not even the slightest pain, thought little Dorothy gloomily.

Life is too difficult.