The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

The eyelids under Batman's mask jumped instantly. He narrowed his eyes and looked straight at Wilson.

Wilson didn't know when he turned around, and was rummaging for something with his back turned to him. Maybe the Dark Knight's gaze was too hot, and Wilson couldn't help twisting his body.He saw the medical box on the innermost side of the cabinet with sharp eyes, leaned out and grabbed it, then turned around, faced Batman's sharp gaze, and continued the second half of the sentence with a straight face, "Then Go to bed and lie down, I will sew you up."

The seriousness of the tone was like the ambiguous tone that was so thick that it could not be ignored when he asked the other party to take off his clothes, it never existed.

Batman pursed his lips, he was too lazy to think about it, he raised his hand and lightly pressed the fingerprint buckle on the shoulder, and the hard cloak was completely removed, and then he removed the heavy armor on the chest and shoulders in the same way, Finally, he untied the belt, and took off the soft armor built into his upper body like taking off a pullover T-shirt.

Wilson's serious expression was slightly worried, but his eyes were shining brightly, and he quickly glanced over.And as the opponent's soft armor was peeled off inch by inch, the dark knight's hot body with well-defined texture was revealed little by little.

From the fat-free lower abdomen to the well-defined shoulders and back, the lines of the young body are cold and hard, covered by a layer of thin muscles that are not exaggerated.His figure is not strong, but the hardness under the tentacles is enough to show how terrifying the power contained in this body is.

At the same time, this young body was riddled with scars. There were knife wounds and bullet marks on the shoulders and back. In the process of forming a piece of bump that is not flat.

Most of these injuries were formed in the past one or two years. Combined with the time when Batman appeared in Gotham, it is not difficult to guess that the other party has not been injured since he became the guardian of the night of the city, or when he was preparing earlier. He was rarely injured, and even because he didn't want to reveal his identity, he always sewed up the wound by himself, and rarely set foot in the hospital to receive formal treatment.

Batman was naked from the upper body, but the mask was still hanging on his face intact. He lay down on the operating table as promised, and Wilson came over with a medical kit.He looked at the wounds on his abdomen and arms again, and couldn't help frowning.

He finished the disinfection quickly, and said regretfully, "There is no anesthetic prepared, please bear with it."

Batman didn't react too much, "The anesthetic will affect my actions, it's best not to use it."

He never used anesthesia when he sewed up his wounds. After all, he would continue patrolling and fighting more often that night. Even if local anesthesia was used tightly, it would affect the reaction speed by at least six layers.

When cleaning the wound, Wilson paused. He didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the location of the wound on the opponent's abdomen seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember it for a while.Although the wound on the arm was deep, it was less than half a foot long, less than a finger wide, and shaped more like an unsealed and incomplete water chestnut. Wilson couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Arrow wound?"

Batman nodded, the arrows that can penetrate his armor are not common, so when the cold arrow shot through the air, the armor was penetrated, and the muscles were torn, he remembered it so deeply. "The arrow is completely black, and the arrow has a hint of silver light, which is very recognizable. It should land near where I fell, and it shouldn't be difficult to find."

Moreover, the material of the arrowhead is very special. He didn't know if it was accidental, but no matter what, his armor had already revealed its own deficiencies. After finding the arrowhead, let Fox analyze and figure out its composition, and then proceeded to It is imperative to improve and strengthen the armor!

It was very important to find that arrow, but not right now. The injury to his arm and abdomen greatly affected his mobility. If he insisted on trying his best to go forward, if he encountered those chasing soldiers again, he might only be in a desperate situation.

Batman has already realized this very clearly.

Wilson didn't know that Batman had planned and analyzed so much in his mind for a while, and even gave up his idea of ​​suicide in the end.And the guardian of Gotham didn't know if it was an illusion. He always felt that the arrow seemed familiar, at least in appearance, it was very similar to the ones he had seen in the League of Shadow Warriors.

Batman's thoughts drifted away.

He is the son of the richest man in Gotham. He has a wise father and a gentle mother. He grew up under the love of his parents since he was a child.

Mr. Wayne has devoted his whole life to changing Gotham, where the crime rate is high, poverty and crime are rampant, and he is also trying to seek the approval of rich people like him to save this declining city together.He funded the erection of an elevated railway to allow more economical and efficient public transportation to take root in Gotham, which is convenient for those Gotham citizens who are not rich.Also set up factories to create more job opportunities, so that the poor can see hope, instead of going to crime or even joining gangs when they are desperate.

But Mr. Wayne was not successful, at least not completely successful, and all his efforts were in vain and disappeared.

The cause was the robbery that changed everything when Bruce was eight years old.

Just an impulse of a tramp's hunger changed Bruce's entire life.

After fear and self-blame, he was scorched by the unstoppable anger in his chest. Before he finished his studies, he could not bear to leave his hometown. He wandered with criminals and evil people, studied their hearts, and searched for criminals. incentives.Then by chance, he was absorbed into the Shadow Warrior Alliance by Duka, the spokesperson of the ninja master, and taught him carefully.

He stayed in the Shadow Warrior Alliance for a full year. He learned to use various weapons and practiced one-to-one fighting skills. Duka can be said to be his mentor. He taught himself how to fight, how to overcome fear, and how to use anger .

They are also teachers and friends. He knows Duka's unknown past, such as his beloved wife who was brutally killed, and the child who didn't understand him and insisted on running away.Duka once advised himself to kill enemies like him, so as not to be controlled by anger and lose his heart. However, Bruce has always refused, but apart from these occasional disagreements, they have always been happy to get along.

Until the end of all training, the day he stood in the final trial ground.

He refused to kill criminals to prove his determination, and learned that the next target of the alliance was Gotham, so he broke with the alliance since then.

Seeing with his own eyes that the ninja master was overwhelmed and submerged by the smoldering wooden planks, and there was no more struggle, Bruce only had time to save Duka, and returned to Gotham alone.

He never thought of destroying the city that carried his father's hopes and hard work, even though she was already corrupt and dark enough.

He wants to protect it.

Act as a guardian who hides in the dark and brings fear to evildoers.

He is not the adjudicator, and he is not qualified to decide whether criminals deserve to die, but even if there is still a policeman who does not cooperate with the gangsters, and a judge who insists on justice, he will send them to prison and accept the trial of the judicial system.

This kind of life has lasted for nearly a year. Except for a certain time when the fight against gangsters spread the flames of war to the suburbs and accidentally blew up half of Wayne's house, everything went smoothly.

But this time is different.

When he was training in the Shadow Warrior Alliance, he stayed with Duka most of the time and rarely saw other people. Even if he saw them occasionally, those people wore black masks to cover most of their faces without exception. Out of appearance.It is also true that Bruce will focus more on the weapons of those "same family".

Shadow warriors often wear straight knives, and occasionally carry a quiver, and the shape of the arrows he has seen before is very similar to the ink arrows that flew tonight!

There were bursts of dull pain in the abdomen, and Batman came back to his senses, only to find that the wound on his arm had been stitched up, and Wilson was removing the carrion from his abdomen at this time.The silver-white scalpel fluttered up and down his fingertips, and within ten seconds, all the carrion was removed, not a single cent more, not a cent less, such a terrifying control ability, even a professional doctor, is hard to come by. .

Whether it was Wilson in his previous life, as a scientist, or this life being disciplined by the old man, Wilson had always been serious about his work, so he didn't know that he had no hidden skills in dealing with wounds, which aroused Batman's suspicion again.

After cutting off the carrion and suturing the last stitch, Wilson breathed a sigh of relief.Just at this moment, Batman's communication device rang suddenly.

Batman exhaled, sat up carefully, and found the communicator from the armor he took off, but it didn't connect, and he just looked straight at Wilson with good eyes.

"Okay, the great hero who crossed the river and demolished the bridge." Wilson understood instantly and spread his hands, "I'll avoid it." After speaking, he consciously walked out of the operating room, and even closed the door considerately for him.

Bruce didn't dare to take it lightly, even though Mr. Aogu saved his life not long ago.

Only Alfred knew this number, and even Gordon, who had been working with him happily recently, could only use the projector on the roof to find him.Bruce frowned and connected the communicator, but his voice remained hoarse and low.

"I'm fine, don't worry." I discussed with the old butler before I was attacked, and I'll give him a signal after I successfully infiltrated. Unfortunately, I was hunted down and received treatment in Aogu Manor. It's almost dawn, and the butler will It's normal to worry.However, in an unfamiliar place, even if the other party gave him private space in a timely manner, Bruce could not completely relax his vigilance and inadvertently expose the identity he had been hiding all along.

Because of this, he didn't call each other as affectionately as before, let alone using the voice that belonged to Bruce Wayne before the voice change.

The old butler instantly understood Bruce's hint, "Are you in danger now?"

"The enemy is a bit tricky this time." Batman didn't want to worry the old butler, he just said vaguely, "I was injured a little, but I have been treated."

"It must not be a minor injury, and the place of treatment may not be trusted by you." Alfred exposed Bruce's concealment, "But I came to you because of another matter." His tone suddenly became serious, " Your "new friend" sent another "gift"."

Batman frowned sharply.

is the clown.

He pushed the door open and strode out, but was stopped by Wilson who rushed over halfway, "Where are you going, Mr. Knight, who can't walk steadily?"

Just as Batman's terrifying intuition predicted, thanks to the small half of the brain of the robot butler wx-79, every frame of audio-visual data in the operating room is dutifully transmitted to the receiving screen in real time, and Wilson has been hiding In the underground secret room, I hope to wait until the moment when the other party takes off the disguise.It's just that he didn't expect that when the other party just answered the phone, his aura suddenly became sharper, and he wanted to leave with injuries.Only then did Wilson rush out and stop the opponent.

Batman was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Where's the computer?"

Wilson raised his eyebrows, "Follow me." Of course he would not take Batman to the secret room, walking all the way into the study, Wilson raised his chin and pointed to the computer desk in front of the window, "What are you looking for?"

Batman looked at his new neighbor's collection of books indiscriminately, half of which was occupied by scientific research machinery, and the rest was mostly fighting.Law and psychology are mixed in, which is not conspicuous but much more common than the occasional exploration of the universe.

Sitting down in front of the host, Batman didn't dare to stay for a moment and opened the email. This account was dedicated to him after he became Batman, and he never logged in where Bruce Wayne set foot. I'm not afraid that Wilson will find something by following the clues.

The time of the email was only more than ten minutes ago, but the signature has changed. The deliberately added prefix of "Disappointed Clown" fully expresses its owner's dissatisfaction with the early shelving of the "game".

It was still a video, Batman moved the mouse and clicked to play it.Then the exaggerated face that was highly recognizable was revealed.

"I'm very disappointed, little bat." The clown still had that signature look, with a dissatisfied condemnation in his voice.It's just that the shooting location has changed this time. It's no longer a hidden place around Arkham, but in a dark and claustrophobic narrow corridor.There are dozens of prison cells on both sides of the corridor. There is nothing else except the iron door with no steps. Then lock it, cutting off the only connection between the people in the cell and the outside world.

This kind of structure is not uncommon, and most of the prisoners love it. Even when he was in the Shadow Warrior Alliance, he had accidentally seen the place where they imprisoned villains, and the similarity was extremely high.

"It's just sneaking into a nursing home. I've succeeded twice, once with a burden, but you failed so thoroughly." The protagonist of the video quickly lowered his voice, the scenes on both sides began to recede, and the camera followed Shake up.The clown staggered forward, and his tone gradually became cheerful again, "I know that the little bat is not incompetent, but lacks motivation, so in order to motivate you, I made a small attempt."

The brows under the Batman mask were frowned, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

That premonition was soon confirmed, the camera of the video stopped outside a cell, and the clown did not appear in the video, but his unique hoarse voice kept ringing like nervousness, and sometimes the voice could not be heard clearly With a few murmurs, sometimes two hummings out of tune, he took out the rusty key, opened the iron lock of the small window, and with a click, broke the grille of the iron window, and a gust of wind that could no longer be blocked The shrill scream immediately rang out.

The angle of the camera was specially adjusted to clearly show the man in the cell who was bound by restraint belts. He was wearing a hospital gown, struggling and howling, his eyes were slightly protruding and his face was distorted, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying scene Unable to extricate himself, and from that overly distorted face, he can vaguely see the shadow of the former Gotham boss.

That's right, it was Ficone who was captured and sent to prison by him not long ago, and transferred to Arkham under the pretense of mental illness in order to escape from prison.Perhaps even the mafia tycoon himself did not expect that Arkham, which he imagined to be hundreds of times more convenient and comfortable than a prison, would bring him such a nightmarish experience.

But that doesn't make Batman any easier, even if it's a villain who is suffering.

The fist on the table was clenched violently, and the dark knight was obviously extremely angry.

Fecconi's "performance" seemed to please the clown. His uncontrollable gasp and laughter made people creepy against the background of howling. It seemed that he had enjoyed enough. He finally stopped laughing. own.

This time the clown seems to be extra stingy about showing himself off, unlike the previous video, where he was clearly introducing Arkham, but he steals the spotlight more than the entire nursing home.This time, apart from showing his face at the beginning, it was only at the end of the video that he showed himself in a condescending manner.

The white paint on the clown's face was thicker this time, and the circles around his eyes were darker. He seemed to prefer bass this time, and he was whispering almost the whole time, creating a strange atmosphere.

The video this time is very short, only 3 minutes. In the last ten seconds or so, he once again put his index finger to his lips with a mysterious expression, hissed softly, and then said: "Little bat, now you only have It's been fifteen hours, uh... In order to continue to motivate you, I decided to choose a lucky one every two hours and let him perform for you, don't be too happy!"

Wilson stood at the door avoiding suspicion at first, but Batman chose to release it publicly, and his voice was released without reservation.The more he heard it, the more Wilson frowned, and in the end, he simply walked over quickly.

He always felt that the voice in the video was so familiar that he could call out the name without looking at the person?

Sure enough, walking behind Batman and watching the clown who fell ill again in the video, Wilson rubbed his forehead with a headache, feeling exhausted physically and mentally.

"He was the one who hurt you?" Wilson coughed, and after attracting Batman's attention, he asked bluntly.

"Not necessarily." Batman said: "Maybe it's his men, maybe it's something else, it's not sure."

Wilson breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm glad you think so, it's not a clown."

"Are you sure?" Sensing the overly certain tone of the new neighbor, Batman raised his eyebrows hidden under the mask.

"Because I know this person." Wilson took out his mobile phone and played the number he had already learned by heart, "And he doesn't look like a perpetrator, but more like a victim. Believe me, I know everything about him. a disguise."

However, Wilson did not dismantle his old friend, and swallowed the phrase "a victim who enjoys his own tricks and tricks".

The call was quickly connected, and Wilson gestured to Batman to be calm, and opened the public release by the way.

"Little Will? This is such a surprise! Why did you think of looking for me?" The voice on the other end of the phone rose slightly due to excitement, so both of them could hear the weakness in the other's voice.

"You went back to Arkham?"

"The bau found my admission certificate, and sent me back because there was no discharge procedure." The clown on the other end of the phone shrugged and said pitifully.

"Retribution for framing a friend."

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Wilson snorted, and said the possibility he had guessed, "You are also one of the twelve hostages. You were captured by Klein for experiments and locked in a closed room with only [-] hours' time. Survival time. I know your ability. Of course you can escape, but you stayed to 'play games' with Batman. I guess those chasing soldiers are not your subordinates, but exist to protect Klein's secret experiment, and Those test subjects... including you, were all injected with poison, and suffered the same pain as the people in the previous video, you are just more tolerant than them."

He rolled his eyelids, "You know I guessed right."

The other end of the phone fell into an eerie silence, and it took a long time before the clown's voice came, "Did you see the video? Batman is by your side?"

"That's right, and I even opened the public release."

"...If you frame your friend, you will suffer retribution, Ao Gu!" The clown was discouraged for a moment, and jumped to his feet.

Wilson raised his eyebrows, "To each other."