Judgment in Chaoying [Comprehensive British and American]

At 7:29 on July 21th, a sudden explosion occurred on the 08th floor of the television station building, a landmark building in Gotham South District.

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Accompanied by the deafening explosion on the roof of the building, Batman calmly changed into Bruce Wayne's clothes and sat in a luxury sports car to prepare for evacuation. As soon as the car was started, the passenger seat sank slightly, and the black cloak rose and fell slightly. The boy lazily leaned back on the comfortable seat and let out a sigh of relief, "There are so many things going on in one night, only you guys are in Gotham."

Bruce was not surprised that the boy could identify him, but he couldn't help but feel a headache when he thought of the boy's eyes that lit up when he pulled out the sensor tube and blood flowed out just now, "Go down!"

"Give me a ride, anyway, I'm going to find trouble." Arthur is thick-skinned enough to block bullets, so naturally he won't be afraid of Bruce. He glanced regretfully at the man's arm covered by the material, and he just wanted to help him speed up the wound Healing, licking two mouthfuls, this stinky bat is so stingy!

Arthur then thought of the clown's successive calculations against Batman, and subtly sympathized, "The clown likes to make people do multiple-choice questions, why didn't he give you a choice?"

"He gave it." Bruce, who had taken off his bat skin, seemed to have a better temper. Regarding the boy's question, he explained: "I have a tranquilizer. A lot of sedatives will be injected."

Arthur hissed exaggeratedly, "This is for you to choose whether to bear 300 lives, or give up and leave 300 murderers for revenge? Damn it is ruthless!"

Bruce frowned slightly. The swearing words of a slender and beautiful boy of seventeen or eighteen would be uncomfortable, but the other party didn't have such concerns. Arthur's jumping thoughts had already changed the topic, "Oh, yes, we caught it when we came. A few punks, one of them is a mutant, I suspect it has something to do with the ogre last time. One of my subordinates is watching them in the restaurant, do you want to receive it?"

Bruce turned the steering wheel when he heard the words, turned around and drove towards the restaurant next to the TV station...

It was bound to be a sleepless night, as Harley Quinn and the replicating mutants were soon locked up by Batman, who was not unaware of the silent infiltration of mutants into Gotham.

He is also a genius with a very high IQ. He does not have Tony's extreme enthusiasm and talent in scientific research, but is more rigorous and suspicious. Whenever his memory is blurred and tampered with by the world consciousness, he can vigilantly record these doubts. After more times, he gradually figured out some rules, and the speculation about the Gotham Bridge and the enchantment was just a matter of the past two weeks-it was also something he was researching without telling Robin.

This time, the Harley Quinn and the mutants were caught, and more comprehensive information could be obtained. He had reason to suspect that the clown had set up a mutant research room, and was even dealing with the dark forces.

In Russia in a different space at the same time, Professor X, who was looking for Tsurumaru and the three together with Magneto, is slowly getting up from his wheelchair and walking forward step by step!

Magneto King Eric had an uncontrollable excitement and nervousness on his face. He stared at Professor Charles' legs, and carefully supported them by the side. On the contrary, the expression of the person involved was calmer.

For the past week, Charles has been taking the potion on time and in the right amount every day. The obvious tingling pain in his spinal cord and the increasing sensation in his legs have gradually calmed down his agitated mood. Now when he really stands up, he is full of emotion and joy, " This favor is too great..." Charles said with a smile, his sky-blue eyes were full of tenderness, "Mr. Tsurumaru, does Arthur have any hobbies? At least allow me to express my feelings."

The handsome young man in a white costume held the Taidao and tilted his head for a while, thinking, "My lord, I like novel and interesting things, but when it comes to hobbies... probably besides killing people, he sucks blood, why don't you suck it up for him? "

Tsurumaru laughed when he saw the change in everyone's expressions, "I'm sorry, I'm just kidding~"