The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

After removing the self-made "bandage" to reveal the intact arm, Wilson put the two boards and a rope into the package in case of emergency.

He glanced at the sky, and explained the itinerary to his only companion, "I'm going to explore the grassland today. This grassland looks quite big, and maybe there may be yaks."

Bruce asked cautiously, "What's the use of the yak?"

He didn't plan to go too far today, he just explored the grassland, so he still has plenty of time. In this case, Wilson simply sat down cross-legged and began to popularize this companion, "This is the game of the devil, and there is probably no one else but us. Alive..." He paused, then added with uncertainty, "Maybe Clark and the clown are here too? I'm not sure, but apart from us, the others are all people who came here before, after they died. corpse."

"There are a lot of monsters here, which will actively attack; there are also many wild beasts, which are generally very gentle, but if they are attacked, they will be very scary to resist. The only food we can pick now is this kind of radish and berries. Most of the wild mushrooms in the ground It is poisonous, not to the point of death, but it can reduce the state of the body, such as the decrease of mental strength and the deterioration of the body, but when I make a pot in the future, I can eat anything.”

"It should be autumn now, and the food is still abundant. We must build a temporary base, collect enough wild fruits for the winter, and even build some farms to stock up on vegetables before the terrible winter comes."

"The location of the temporary base is also very particular. This is what I am going to do now. We have to find a herd of yaks. The dung of the yaks can not only be fertilized, but also used as fuel for burning. Even when the hunting dogs attack, they can use the herd to attack They also have a higher safety factor.”

Bruce has been listening quietly, and Wilson briefly talked about the appearance and habits of common monsters, which animals they can provoke and use to satisfy their hunger, what to collect and pick up when they see them, etc., until the mouth is dry Dry, he closed his mouth unsatisfied.

"You are very familiar with this place, but I won't ask why. Everyone has the right to keep secrets." Bruce looked at Wilson with dark eyes. He remembered the first conversation he had with the young man when he woke up on this continent. He tried to ask Wilson why he was familiar with this, but was politely refused by the other party. He knew that the matter was not simple, but he also understood that he had been hiding Batman's identity and deceiving the world, especially himself who was not qualified to force The other party is frank.

Batman is probably the vigilante who has the most demands on himself. He is not as bloodthirsty as Green Arrow, not as casual as Iron Man, and not as mother-in-law as Superman.He doesn't kill people, doesn't use guns, and all the criminals he catches are either thrown into prison or sent to a madhouse.He has principles and a bottom line, and prefers to fight alone rather than cooperate.Especially in his Gotham, where no other heroes are allowed to set foot there, it only belongs to him.

In fact, from another perspective, Batman is also particularly paranoid. He even regards Gotham as an obsession and personal private property, and he does not allow others to get involved.

Wilson didn't think about it that much. He just nodded subconsciously when he heard that sentence, and said frankly, "Maybe I will be honest in the future, but not now." When he was in the world, he would reveal his secrets. After all, he didn't want to see those relatives he had identified, and look at him with the eyes of strangers.

Because in the final analysis, he is just an outsider, a thief who stole this body, even though the original owner of the body has long since died, even if he did not voluntarily.

Patting the dust off his trousers, Wilson stood up, leaving all the ripe berries to Bruce, and set off again with two radishes in his pocket.

This is indeed a very large grassland. It is at the boundary of the entire isolated island, drawing a large half circle. Wilson stepped on the edge of the cliff, and there are endless raging waves below. The sea is boundless, and there is no end in sight.He retracted his gaze, took a few steps back, and dutifully explored the way again.

Good luck seems to have indeed arrived. After he walked around half of the grassland, passing by the area full of burrowing rabbits, the spider gathering area with two layers of spider nests, and the dry grass dense area, he finally saw his arrival. First turd here.

A dark brown, lovely lump.

Wilson almost wept with joy!

The excrement of grazing cows is not smelly. Wilson forked up the cow dung and threw it into the parcel without hesitation. He continued to walk ahead and walked less than [-] meters. After collecting more than a dozen pieces of cow dung, he heard "moo moo" ' muffled sound.After walking a few steps, I saw a herd of cattle. More than a dozen yaks gnawed on the hay and wagged their tails. It was very pleasant.

The task was accomplished, but it was still early, so Wilson ran to the entrance of the lawn, harvested a few pieces of rabbit meat, took back the traps, took them to the spider area, and started crazily catching spiders.

Compared to fighting those big guys, Wilson prefers to use traps to pick up bargains secretly. Once these spiders are caught by traps, they will surely die. They will soon drop a pile of monster meat and glands. A little less, only three pieces, is not very useful, but at least these ten pieces of glands can almost heal Bruce's injury.

Calculating the time, Wilson carefully planned the route again. Instead of returning the same way, he went straight ahead obliquely, shortening the distance by half.

Walking halfway, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a light brown bump on the ground, which was particularly conspicuous on the golden grass.Almost immediately, Wilson's eyes lit up, it was a wormhole!

And it's not far from the cattle herd, this place can definitely be used as a base!

But it was too late to explore the way to the other side of the wormhole, Wilson thought in his mind, and kept stepping.Sure enough, as he expected, when he returned to Bruce, just after lighting a bonfire, it suddenly darkened.

The timing was just right, and he stuffed the glands into Bruce's mouth one by one. Seeing that the other person's complexion became more rosy, and finally his limbs healed and his ribs joined together, even the hidden injuries he had suffered in the past few years were eliminated by the way. There is still one left.

At this time, he was a little rejoiced.At least on Earth, Bruce will definitely not heal so quickly. Although there are more medical facilities and higher standards there, for such a serious injury, it may not be possible to leave the hospital within a year or so. After the disease is cured, the sequelae are also indispensable.And if they fall into another completely strange world, without all kinds of common sense that they are familiar with, who knows how long they can live with their one-armed self and half-paralyzed Bruce?

Sighing, he leaned over and asked, "How do you feel?"

"It should be healed." Bruce squeezed his fist. The skeletal muscles have indeed grown, but there are still some minor problems. "It's just that the limbs are soft and don't need strength. I guess it will take a few days to get used to it."

"Do you want to get up and take a walk to recover?"

Bruce nodded.

He hadn't been injured for a long time, but the injury was serious. In addition, he was not used to this unscientific treatment method, and his limbs were completely useless. He really needed rehabilitation to recover and find the feeling.

After getting an affirmative answer, Wilson immediately stood up.

"I've never helped people recover, so it might not be very comfortable." He walked to Bruce, half-kneeled and bent down. He inserted his left hand under the man's neck, and held the man's wrist with his right hand, pulling him Putting her arms around her shoulders, she said, "Help me up."

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Wilson looked at the man below him. He was undeniably handsome, but unlike the most common look of Young Master Wayne, his brows were always furrowed, and his pale lips were always tight. Pressing it tightly, even the cheek muscles are biting hard, with a look of bitterness and hatred.

Maybe it's because there's no Gotham he wants to protect here, or maybe it's because he's too lazy to pretend in front of people who know his identity. The side of Bruce who has been hiding under the black helmet all year round, the side of Batman, is so unreserved. exposed to Wilson.

Kind of weird, kind of sad, but surprisingly fitting for this guy.

Wilson watched for a while.

The person under him raised his eyebrows and urged him with his eyes, Wilson blinked his eyes, retracted his chaotic thoughts, and gently helped him sit up slowly.

The bonfire suddenly crackled, and the flames jumped up suddenly, rising and illuminating the night sky, surrounded by orange flames, and seemed to be coated with a layer of warm light.

The atmosphere seemed to be less rigid, and even Bruce's bitter and bitter face seemed to soften a lot. Wilson coughed and broke the silence first.

"Can I help you stand up?"

Bruce just said "hmm" and said no more.Wilson used both hands to drag the opponent to stand up.

This is an uncomfortable position.

Bruce's legs were limp and limp, hanging loosely on the ground. He could feel the touch of the soles of his feet touching the ground, but the numbness soaked into the bone marrow kept torturing his nerves. With a little force, the numbness would disappear. Straight into the brain, the accumulated strength suddenly disappeared.

In desperation, Bruce had no choice but to grab Wilson's shoulder with his only left hand that still had some strength, half-hanging on him, enduring the biting numbness and pain, stepping on his feet bit by bit, shifting his center of gravity bit by bit. sideways.

It was a rather painful process, and it was also a somewhat ambiguous gesture.

It's a pity that among the two people present, one is serious about rehabilitation, and the other is honestly acting as a human support, none of them has that self-awareness.