No feeding of soul gems

Match Malone, AKA Bruce Wayne, Batman, Guardian of Gotham, Master of Cold Face, Master of Emotional Control, Master of Dress-up, Backbreaker, Hanging King, "There is no [-]-[-] split but hanging", the last one in the world People who are not impressed by Superman, Flash, Green Lantern, Robin, "Playboy is just my disguise, darkness is my true core, darkness, darkness, more darkness, head to toe darkness, no light at all That's right", Wu Neng stabs the super with a spear, Wen Neng fights Arkham with words, the Justice League is really a thigh, the leader of the rich world, and also "that man" in the mouths of many super heroes and villains.

That man may be late, but he will never be absent.

Therefore, when the man found that the whole world had become strange, he chose to attack decisively. While establishing initial contact with the Avengers and the X-Men, he also collected a lot of information about the new world; therefore, when that man When he found out that the world was still untouched, but his territory became strange, he also chose to attack decisively.

What, you're asking how did he find out that Gotham wasn't quite right?

Don't be silly, Arkham has been as quiet as a chicken for a whole month, the Joker has done nothing, Poison Ivy has done nothing, Riddler has done nothing, Penguin has done nothing, Gotham has been peaceful, even the Night Watch can only catch Seeing a few kittens and puppies, there must be ghosts in here.

The man thought so too, so the man decided to find out what happened, but what he didn't expect was that not only the Batman fan support group was behind it, but also criminal forces in other cities were involved.

Match Malone was very patient. He wore clothes that were not as expensive as Bruce Wayne's hairspray, endured the horrible smell and bad food in the alleys of the slums, and returned to the gang/gang rally that he added earlier, quietly Wait until the time comes.People say that opportunities always favor those who are prepared, and God also prefers people who know which direction they are going. Sure enough, within three days after joining the organization, Match found the clue.

At that time, his upline was smoking a few packs of low-quality cigarettes, biting the butt of the cigarette until it was as rough as a piece of meat that had been ravaged by a crocodile. He rubbed his worn out boots on the ground, and scratched his fingers through the holes in his trousers.

"Don't say I don't take care of you." He said as soon as he opened his mouth.

The young people immediately understood what kind of signal this was, and expressed their loyalty and spoke kind words one after another, wishing to kneel down and call their mothers, so that the upline could share some soup with them when they were eating meat.The metropolis is a clean city, and it is dangerous for criminals, but there are fat sheep walking everywhere, and they almost shake the banknotes in their hands. For them, it is really not a temptation they can refuse.

The upper line looked around in satisfaction, whetted his appetite, and then said slowly: "Don't say I don't take care of you, there is a job above that requires a few people, and after completing this ticket, you will not have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life." .”

"Why do you get so much money for this job?" Someone asked, "Don't bring goods, buddies can't do that."

"Fuck you!" The upper line slapped him on the forehead, and the latter had to giggle cheerfully.

These words were like turning on some kind of switch. All the gang/gang members gathered together laughed and laughed, without saying anything nasty. They even took out the poor guy who took him to the hospital because of the goods last month. To put it bluntly, I hate that his butt is not loose when it should be loose, and it is not tight when it should be tight.

"Okay, okay, this job is easy, I need a few people to make trouble for me." The upper line raised his chin, and compared his fingers vaguely on his waist.Everyone was puzzled at first, but they suddenly realized when they saw him pointing upwards for the second time, and then they were terrified.

Someone said: "Trouble with him? Thank goodness he doesn't trouble with us!"

Someone else said, "What does Luther want to do again?"

The upper line laughed: "This time it's not Luthor's lead, at least not on the surface. The boss didn't say what he was going to do, just said to find some opportunities to smear that guy. I thought, isn't this what you guys are good at? Is it? Just take the job."

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"Don't worry, the rules of the metropolis are like this. As long as you don't do anything bad, even if you ride on his head, he won't come to trouble you."

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"Besides, even if he really wants to cause trouble, he has to find someone from above. The superior is smart. If he is not sure about dealing with him, he will be cowarded faster than anyone else. How dare he find someone to fight against him."

Everyone was silent, and Match Malone finally found a chance to speak: "What to do with him? How to deal with him? Everyone knows that Superman is afraid of kryptonite. The problem is that it is not a stone that can be picked up everywhere on the construction site. Didn't it say that running all over the world can Getting a little fingernail so big is considered a high-spirited—”

"Shut up!" The upline raised his foot and kicked at the match, completely unaware that what he was invading was an ass worth hundreds of millions of dollars, "Are you crazy? He can hear you shitting at home from the other side of the world, we are now in his How dare you call him by his name? Don’t be stupid, if something goes wrong, we’ll all be caught by him to make popsicles.”

Match avoided the kick with an unusually quick movement.

"Big Lan has to save the cat, how can he have time to care about us little people." He leaned against the wall and said, "If he can care about the guys who pinch grasshoppers and ants in every corner of the world, this world It has long been heaven."

Somehow, these words suited the upline’s appetite, and he kicked up again—this time with a touch of fraternity—and waited until the grinning matches were all accepted before shaking his head from his nasal cavity. He let out a cold snort, took out another cigarette and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "As long as you don't make me some shit, don't smirk at me, this is 'him', I just Just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end."

"Better than bats in Gotham, I had a dude in Gotham who found a wallet and swear to god it only had 10 bucks and some dimes in it, and the old bat chased him down two blocks, It also broke a bone in him. The metropolis seems to have no potential, but at least there are no bats." A younger brother said flatteringly.

Match Malone: ​​""

Although Batman has a tough style and has to intimidate his opponents from time to time, he still has style in front of this kind of thief who can't even find a fat sheep!

That guy obviously ran into Batman in a panic and looked back frequently, but he didn't pay attention and fell into the ground under construction and broke his leg, okay?

I didn't hit him!I haven't had time to hit him yet!I am so wronged!

The cross-dressing master was very bitter, but the cross-dressing master could only knock out teeth and swallow blood, and even said a few interesting things about Batman in conjunction with it.This seems to have become a customary rule in the underground world. When the cultural people on the ground can't open the situation, they talk about the weather, and the "cultural people" under the ground can't open the situation.

AD4

Talk about bats from time to time, and usually the conversation starts with "The youngest son of my eighth aunt's seventh aunt's nephew told me that the old bat has hit people again."

The effect of this dialogue has been proven once again. The awkward atmosphere just now was instantly eased. The nervousness of online paranoia disappeared, replaced by a frenzy of selling Amway.

"All in all, the plan this time is very simple." He took out a piece of paper that was folded out of shape from his pocket, and spread it out cautiously.

This piece of paper is written in scribbled handwriting on what is required to be done. To sum it up, it is to find a few guys who Superman tried to save but failed to pick things up. It is best to make it more sincere and more horrible, just like before Do that, and then poke the matter to the media.

"The danger level of this matter is a bit high." A young man said objectively, "I don't know what kind of black technology Luthor has used, the metropolis is closely monitored, even if you use a pinhole camera, you will be discovered. Didn’t that one get caught by the note last time?”

"Stupid," said Match.

"Damn! Do you have a good idea?" Xiao Luo pretended to hit him.

"As long as people make trouble, someone will definitely shoot it. Write about why the world doesn't need him to get a Pulitzer these days. Any discordant voice in a song will trigger a big discussion. Just wait and see, We just need to find the right person, and when the time comes, we won’t be able to grab the phone after they’ve finished taking pictures, right?” Match said lazily, crossing his arms.

Xiao Luo's eyes lit up.

"What if, what if no one takes pictures?" Someone frowned fiercely, "This method is good, but it's not safe, and if there is an emergency, it will be a waste of effort."

"You don't have to worry about the filming. Of course someone will go, let alone the guys who are sent out, even if there are a few psychics." The upper line said mysteriously.

Match Malone's nerves tensed all of a sudden. He stood up straight and asked, "How can I guarantee it? It's not like I haven't tried this before, but no matter what kind of special training, no matter how tough a tough guy is, as long as he stands in front of the lasso, even when he was a child Bedwetting will be confessed."

Go online and smile again. "That's as long as they really remember it. Come on, Match, I've been in this business for so many years, of course I know what can and can't be done. You see, every time I get a job, the worst is not Tell you to lose your life, but there is a group leader who doesn't know anything, even dare to take the most dangerous job, this time they will be miserable."

After he finished speaking, he stood there complacently, enjoying the sound of praise, and Match also praised a few words.

On the line, he finished smoking another cigarette, threw the smoking butt on the ground, and stepped on his foot.

"The match method is also good. In short, what you have to do this time is to find qualified people and report them to me. Naturally, someone will let him appear where he should appear and do what he should do, and then someone will take the photo of him. The filming is good, and you will bring back the equipment when the time comes. How about it? Simple? Just do this job, and you will be paid a lot.”

It sure sounds simple.

Even the most hesitant little guy showed his loyalty.

After the crowd dispersed, Match Malone looked around, approached the upline cautiously, and took out half a cigar from his pocket.The look on the line changed, and he also saw that no one else was present, so he accepted the filial piety from his subordinates, and asked in a low voice: "What else do you want to do, kid?"

"When those people are involved, I feel flustered!" Match said hurriedly, "You know a lot, and it's not like no one has done dark things before telling me the truth, but it didn't have any big impact on him. Going back to this stupid trick again—"

"Stupid?" The upline sneered, "This time they are not going to fight the big man, but a whole group of clowns flying around."

"What do you mean?"

"Krypton is not the only one who can hurt that group of people in the world. In short, you don't need to worry about the others. You just need to know that the higher ups have a general direction for what you are pursuing. Now you have to use public opinion to put pressure on those messy people. The league is either willing to hand things over, or it can mess up and make something big."

"Like Ultron?" Match's voice became softer.

Shangxian held the cigar between his index finger and middle finger, as if he suddenly became very interested in the palm prints on his palm, and refused to say another word.

Match Malone's pupils constricted, but he only paused for half a second, and immediately cracked a silly smile again. "Thanks, boss, I know what to do now."

"Understood? If you understand, go away, I think you are the only one with two or three points of brain in the group."

When he went online, he patted him on the shoulder worth hundreds of millions, and said with a smile

A few days later, Match Malone was faithfully completing his mobile phone grabbing plan until he was interrupted by a black-robed man walking out of the darkness.

Whether it was annoyed or affectionate, he wiped the dagger on the sneaker's clothes, self-reliantly took out the mobile phone in the other's pocket, and then patted the other's cheek with the back of the knife.

"Good boy," said Match, "at your level, don't lie everywhere. Thanks to me, I'm a good person, or I'll turn your throat out."

The candid photographer swallowed so frightened that he didn't even dare to utter a single syllable.

After he ran away like shit, Match put the phone in his pocket, and turned to the man in black in an unfriendly manner. The latter was looking at the surreptitious shooter from a distance, as if he was considering whether to move his fingers to take that little life away.

The match interrupted him: "Black Adam, what are you doing here?"

Hearing his question, the man in black gave up his previous plan.The guy named Black Adam came out again, took off his hood, and looked at the impatient Match Malone: ​​"A mage appeared in the city, and I can sense him, which is not good."

"Get to the point," said Match.

"I know what you guys are doing, and I have reason to believe that this kid has captured what I want." Hei Adam said, "Let's go on, you send me a copy of the video, and then I will solve that little problem myself."

Match turned his head to the sky and rolled his eyes.

To be honest, very true, no joke, no big talk, Batman sometimes wonders if he really has the talent to do evil, or how to explain that all the villains are either extremely fanatical or nice to him, How about explaining that every time he wants to break into the enemy's interior, he can actually break into the enemy's interior and distribute easter eggs?

Today's Batman is also trying to think about life.