The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

The sound of trampling leather boots came from far to near, and the clown sighed a little bit worriedly, and turned his face in the mirror full of cracks.He watched it for a long time, appreciating it very seriously, as if he wanted to firmly engrave such a perfect self in his mind.

It's hard for someone to understand this.After all, if the person looking at himself in the mirror is really handsome, it is considered narcissistic capital, but the person in front of him clearly has a non-mainstream appearance, with a white face, panda eyes, algae hair and blood red hair. Coupled with the hideous knife wound with a scar on the corner of the mouth, it is so sad that people don't want to take a second look at it at the first glance.

But the clown himself watched it very enthusiastically, and hummed a song to his heart's content.

The cell door of the next cell was pushed open, leaving little time for the clown to deal with the aftermath.He finally brushed his grass-green curly half-long hair, reluctantly picked up the water, and washed off the inferior oil paint on his face.Twisting up the hem of the hospital gown and wiping his face, he walked to the door in a few steps, fiddled with the window, and quickly stretched out a thin steel wire, and then the small window for surveillance and prying was closed tightly again, and the partition was closed. All the sounds inside and outside the iron gate were blocked.

The clown calculated the time and walked slowly to the bed. He patted the bed and lay down leisurely, then automatically fastened the restraint belts on the side of the bed one by one, and finally closed his eyes and pretended to be unconscious.

The next second, the door lock slammed, and the iron door swung open.

"Slept soundly." The visitor sneered, but he had to admit, "But compared to the yelling and shouting of other experimental subjects, this one is much better."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the clown suddenly groaned, and his body convulsed violently.The bed shook violently, and the restraint belt made a "crack" sound during the struggle. The visitor was taken aback, not knowing what happened to the clown, so he had to walk over a few steps, bent down and checked.

The clown's eyes were still tightly closed, but the binding belts loosened at some point, and his fingers stroked the sharp dagger protruding from his sleeve, ready to strike at any moment.

However, before he could make a move, there was a muffled groan in his ears, and then the tall and burly dean's subordinates fell down with a bang and hit him hard.

The clown stretched out his neck and took a look. The man breathed steadily and long, and fell into a deep sleep. The culprit of all this was obviously inseparable from the bat dart that stuck into the opponent's shoulder.

But... "I don't like this meeting ceremony very much."

The clown shook his limbs and shook off the restraint belt that was tied on him.He fiddled with the man lying on his body, jumped out of the bed, and looked straight at the dark figure at the door. He squinted his eyes and hummed in a good mood, "But the intention is very good." , little bat~"

The clown pronounced the last three words very lingeringly, causing Mr. Knight, who was standing at the door with arms folded, to tighten his face, and the corners of his mouth twitched wildly.He looked at the clown who looked extremely weak and haggard after "washing the lead", and gave up the idea of ​​teaching him a lesson, and urged in a cold voice, "Lead the way to the laboratory."

"I don't know." The clown said innocently, "Every time I was taken to the laboratory, I was injected with an injection and fell into a coma. I couldn't remember my way at all."

Of course this can’t be the truth, Batman didn’t want to play clumsy games with the clown anymore, so he just gave him a straight look with piercing eyes, “I’ll deal with the guards first, get ready and take me to destroy the clown.” Klein's experimental base."

After speaking, he turned around abruptly and strode out.

The pitch-black cloak rattled, with a menacing aura, the clown pursed his mouth aggrieved, and followed out dejectedly.

……

Batman and the Joker move impossibly smoothly.

About ten minutes later, Dean Klein's loyal guards were bound and thrown into the clown's cell, and the door was locked.

The Joker led Batman through corridors one after another in the night, then climbed up the stairs, then twisted and turned around half of the main building complex as if he was in no one's land, and finally stopped at a shop. In front of a wall full of white tiles.

Knocking on a square brick, he pressed a few numbers on the floating combination lock, and found a silicone fingerprint film and a special pupil film contact lens from nowhere. Sweeping, the square bricks embedded in the wall moved for a while, somehow vacating a door-shaped gap.

The Joker made an inviting gesture towards Batman, and retreated with a smile.Batman took a step forward, put his hand against the "door", and with a little force, he pushed the door open easily.

Inside the door is Klein's experimental base, which isn't too big, but has complete equipment.The operating table was stained with blood, and the restraint belt was also dyed dark red. It is not difficult to guess how many people have lived and lost their lives because of this.

Batman's face couldn't help but become even uglier.

After all, for such a thing to happen in Gotham, which he guards, it is nothing short of provocative!

"Look at this!" The clown suddenly said, and he opened the door of the iron cabinet. There were hundreds of reagents neatly stacked inside. In addition to poisons of different concentrations, there were also several vials of different colors, which were specially marked and placed on the bottom floor. .

"Antibodies?" Batman asked.

"You'll know if you try it." The clown sneered, pressed the button and quickly sprayed it on his face, regardless of the fact that the reagent contained in the vial had a half chance of being an improved poison.

Batman couldn't stop him, and his frown deepened.

The clown sat back on the armchair, was in a daze for a moment, and then proved with facts, "It's not poison."

Batman immediately collected the antibody, and said: "Take that bottle to the experimental subjects in the cell, the injection effect should be faster."

"What about you?" The clown blinked.

"Me?" Batman took out the small power time bomb, and fixed it on the test stand with extra seriousness, "Of course I destroyed this laboratory!"

……

Under the urging of its owner, wx-79 operated the helicopter extremely smoothly, but flew towards Arkham extremely quickly.

Wilson always felt a little restless. His eyelids had never stopped beating wildly since he started to act, so after he successfully kidnapped Klein, he still didn't dare to take it lightly.

In fact, he wasn't worried that Batman and the Joker would be able to deal with the minions left behind by Arkham. In comparison, he was more worried that his good friend Napier, who had always been in an unstable mental state, would act as a demon on the spur of the moment.

Thinking about the past, this is not unfounded worry.

Fortunately, Arkham was already in front of us, wx-79 switched the helicopter to stealth mode, and a special thin layer that could not even be detected by the new radar instantly wrapped the entire fuselage, easily avoiding those patrolling planes heavy machine gun.

The helicopter circled the complex and finally landed on the terrace of the main building.

As soon as Wilson jumped out of the helicopter, he saw Batman who had almost merged into the darkness, half-embracing a handsome man in a hospital gown, swinging a steel cable and flying towards him.That pose... is extremely intriguing!

This Mr. Knight in Gotham probably also noticed this, so when Wilson's eyes lingered and looked over, he subconsciously let go, straightened his cloak seriously, and walked towards the helicopter without looking sideways.

The clown cried out in pain, and was thrown to the ground firmly, but miraculously, he did not get angry. Instead, he clutched his cracked buttocks and followed with a rippling face.

Wilson looked at the backs of the two, one behind the other, and twitched the corners of his mouth in horror.

However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred!

When Wilson and 79 left the helicopter successively, Jonathan Klein, who had been huddled quietly in the cabin, finally waited for the opportunity.

The ropes around his wrists were tied tightly, and he was bound by iron chains and locked in the bilge. For a scientific researcher who was not working on all fours, there was almost no possibility of breaking free.However, for Klein, it is not difficult to break free.

He sat up without a trace, and carefully looked out of the cabin, but his old enemy Wilson and his robot did not pay attention to himself, but focused on the other two people.The person in the hospital gown was his most satisfactory experimental subject so far. No matter how much poison was injected, the other party seemed to be able to adapt well and would never be destroyed.And another dark guy is Batman who has appeared frequently in Gotham in the past year, specifically to deal with gangsters and criminals.

Klein's eyes lit up, and he fiddled with the watch quickly. After a while, he heard a very slight click. The transparent watch cover then rotated and retreated around, revealing the huge diamond with sharp edges and corners in the center of the dial. .

Controlling his strength, Klein carefully cut and polished the joints of the chains until the chains were completely broken. Then he supported the inner wall of the cabin and stood up wobbly.The watch was too close to the binding rope, so it was inconvenient to cut and grind. Klein tied his hands and took out a thumb-sized glass vial from the middle of his suit pocket.

He narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth curled up in a strange arc, and a hint of malice flashed in his eyes.

It was Wilson's biggest mistake to underestimate him and only do a simple binding. Klein shook the vial slightly, and the lavender liquid gleamed scarlet under the projection of the light. He admired his masterpiece with a satisfied face, carefully out of the cabin...

That's when the mutation happened.

With Batman in front and wx-79 behind, the four of them were walking towards the helicopter when Klein suddenly appeared at the cabin door.He quickly twisted open the vial, and before Batman could react, he was sprayed with venom all over his face!

The poison had no effect on the robot butler, and Wilson covered his mouth and nose in time and backed away. The clown was a little far away and used to the poison, but it didn't have much effect. On the contrary, Batman, who was closest to Klein, had a blur in his eyes. Staggered and fell down!

"bat!"

Wilson ran over suddenly, but didn't notice the clown's eyes flickering for a while. He moved his hand to the pocket containing the antibody, trembled for a while, and finally moved away as if nothing had happened.