[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Mayor Simulator

Tim silently passed the photo to Barbara, of course he didn't have any bad intentions, just asked Barbara to help analyze what was going on...Who made him unable to move now, right?

The man in front of him is moving forward with a balance that cannot be achieved by humans. Tim quickly broke away from that "horror feeling" and rationally analyzed that this must not be Bruce, but just a puppet or bionic man. Existence, created with Bruce as a template.

He frowned: "Does anyone behind the scenes know who Bruce is?"

Not to mention that it must be made out of a puppet and then put on clothes for him. Even if the doll you get is a fully clothed puppet, you can know the true identity of the Dark Knight of Gotham just by taking off the mask. Who has this opportunity? Can you resist the temptation?

"There's enough disaster, isn't it?" He shrugged. "Bat?"

"That's not me." The calm voice of his adoptive father appeared in the communication, and the elegant music in the background could be vaguely heard. It seemed that he couldn't get away from the banquet.

"The best result is that it's just a phantom, and the person behind the scenes doesn't know your identity. It's almost like he already knew your real identity, but he didn't say it," Tim chased after him, adding, "temporary."

"A good news," Barbara said, "I compared the shadows on the wall. During the activity, the shadows on the wall appeared flatter than normal."

Tim subconsciously said, "Batman who has lost weight?"

Barbara suppressed a smile and coughed lightly: "This shows that what we see is inconsistent with the real situation. It can deceive the naked eye but not the machine. It is really a phantom with a certain object as the carrier."

Good news, Batman appears to be covering his vest.

"Don't approach it casually," Barbara warned, "Maybe it will explode suddenly, you have to know what those guys are doing, anything can happen."

Tim has already chased after him, and he found that "Batman" hit the wall again, but the controller may be busy with other things, so the situation in front of him is——

Batman's lower body was pressed against the wall, and his upper body seemed to be elastic, leaning back and bouncing again and again, touching his forehead to the wall.

It seems that this is really not Batman, if he is there, he can directly break through this wall.

Tim raised the instrument on his arm blankly and scanned: "There is no heat source display, wait, there seems to be some small animal under the feet..."

The little animal under his feet seemed to come to his senses, and immediately turned a corner, so Tim was facing that smiling face.

Tim: "..."

Leaving here, he felt that he needed to make an appointment for a psychological counseling, otherwise he might have a psychological shadow on his adoptive father's smile.

This is so weird!

He hooked the dart with his fingertips, but suddenly a barb made of iron wire hung from the vent directly above, hooking directly on the cape of "Batman". went in.

Tim: "!?"

Well, it's confirmed, it is indeed a flat object...

After hooking it away, the two mice covered by "Batman" are revealed.

Tim didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "...so it's just two mice that really caused the panic?"

"How do we know?" One of the gray-backed rats waved its paws exaggeratedly. "We're just here to work."

"Goodbye~" Another black-spotted one waved to Tim, "You did a good job Robin, everyone likes you very much—by the way, which Robin are you?"

Two mice jumped down from the leak one after the other.

Tim was silent for a moment: "Oracle, did you hear anything?"

Barbara said, "There's a mouse squeaking, what's the matter?"

Tim lets out a slow breath—he might, really, need to see a therapist.

Before that, though, he had to go after the man with the wire hook.

If Vivi knew what kind of psychological shadow the combination of [Stray Animal Rescue Sign] and the little mice had caused Tim, she should...well, she wouldn't feel guilty.

After noticing that the man-shaped stand coincided with Robin's position, she jumped up the vent to recover the prop.

Now that I think about it, this prop should still be used for its original function. Who would push the stand around when doing publicity?It should be fixed in one place - for example, the mayor's office.

The AI ​​still transmits nearby messages to her all the time:

[After being evacuated, security personnel are now assembled outside in the open space, saying they "saw Batman"]

"Tell Shelk to keep the security guys out."

In this case, it is equivalent to clearing the entire map, and there are only four people left here, Vivi herself, Robin, Spiderman, and Catwoman disguised as a worker.

In the next second, the green dot of the worker turned into a red dot of [Catwoman]. It seemed that she had removed her disguise and decided to make a big fight.

But... Weiwei took off her glasses, opened the iron plate of the vent, and jumped down from above.

Now she is not Bella Bedivan, without the blessing of any glasses, she is the original her, "VV".

She held her hands high, one hand was still holding the bucket, but she turned around very leisurely - anyway, Robin is a good person, and she is also a good person, aren't they from the same country?

Behind her, a [shocked] bubble appears over Robin's head, which is then replaced by an [angry] emoji.

Vivi: "?"

No, what are you angry about?

"Robin, can I call you that?" Weiwei showed a friendly smile, "I need your help to deal with Catwoman."

The angry bubbles also disappeared, and the boy seemed to calm down. He said, "I followed Catwoman here. What did she do?"

"Follow me," Weiwei glanced at the map, "She's in the factory."

The girl in front of her was still dressed in the same way, wearing a plain white robe, stepping on the ground barefoot, with no decorations on her body except for an abrupt plastic bucket in her hand.

When we met in the sewers, the other party was wearing at least shoes and a coat. Tim recalled the scene now and found that there was also a simple and perfunctory robe under the coat-this reminded him of some not so good organization.

When we met for the second time, she had already turned into a corpse, her coat and shoes were gone, her white robe was wet with sewage, and the bullets in her body had not been taken out. With a face that is not rotten and not rotten, there is no light in the green eyes.

The third time we met is now, and Tim can see the brand on the back of the girl's neck when he tilts his head, "VV", no wound, no death, no stain... It's like a brand new...

He suddenly asked: "Are you sure you want to walk barefoot like this?"

The girl lowered her head blankly: "Ah, it's okay? Anyway, I won't hurt..."

She raised her head and gave him a nonchalant smile.

"You are so strange," she muttered in a low voice, "Why are you angry again..."

Unbeknownst to her, every frame of her expression appeared on the bat computer, and microexpression analysis proved that she was not lying at all.

Human experiments have always been the bottom line that everyone in the bat family cannot tolerate.

Barbara's voice rang in my ears: "Two hours ago, the gargoyle next to the church suddenly came to life, snatched the body from the police car and burned it in the blast furnace of the factory. This factory belongs to the mayor. I think You've seen the video, Robin."

"And when you die," Tim asked, "doesn't it hurt?"

"Well," the girl froze for a moment, "No, it's okay..."

She talked and laughed, and said "yeah": "I'm dying to make Gotham better, isn't that great?"

They climbed up to the second floor one after the other, and the girl seemed to know where Catwoman was, and she muttered "Why is Spider-Man there too", Tim wondered if it made any sense for Peter to change his hood.

"What should I call you?" They have reached the top third floor of the factory. The whole factory is like a thermal reaction furnace. The high temperature in some workshops hides the information of human activities. If a girl can find Catwoman, there must be someone who belongs to her. Her method--not a very scientific method.

After a long while, Tim couldn't help turning his head, and a slightly confused voice came from beside him: "Vivi, just call me Weiwei, no one has ever asked my name before... It's weird."

There's a weird sense of shame about being asked for her name in-game - don't all the NPCs know her name by default?For example, Anna Elek or Bella Bettivin is "C", but when asked her name face-to-face, she is neither the mayor nor the policeman nor the mysterious C, and she has to report her online name, This is too shameful!

Fortunately, she didn't take such weird names as "Sword of Angel", "Flag of the Empire", "Old Adam", help!

Catwoman's location was finally displayed in the room in front of her, which was the blast furnace where a corpse on "VV" was thrown into. Robin pushed open the door in front of her. into the red barrel.

There was no one in the room, and there was nothing in the place where Catwoman was shown on the map, and none of the machines were working. I don't know what Catwoman was here for.

——This is the bad point of the flat map. They have already gone through all three floors, which means that Catwoman is still at that point, but Weiwei can't get the other party's three-dimensional coordinates. She may be underground, or on the roof.

Really like a cat.

Weiwei glanced at Robin when her fingertip touched something, hoping it wasn't Robin's personal belongings.

She pulled out a remote.

[The side mission has been advanced: Catwoman's Enmity Bomb! 】

[Catwoman actually wants to blow up the factory. The factory is full of dangerous goods. Under her bomb, the whole factory will be wiped out. The point is that the mayor’s initial investment will all evaporate—but now, the remote control that controls the bomb is in your hands. in hand. 】

[You understand what Catwoman wants to do and why she wants to do it, so what choice do you have to make? 】

"Catwoman isn't here?" Robin said, "but I have a bad feeling..."

The scanner scanned the place over and over again, and there was no response to the unexploded items, but in this environment, even if there is no remote control, if something happens during the fight, everyone will probably evaporate together with the mayor's gold coins.

Wei Wei grabbed Robin's arm and asked in a low voice, "Can you defuse bombs?"

"What..." Tim realized instantly, "God, did she go to Arkham to study with the clown?"

The location of the bomb was marked as last time, and all they had to do was to dismantle the bomb in this dangerous environment.

But Weiwei knew that Catwoman was actually nearby, because the item [Trash Can] has a range of 20 meters.

Weiwei raised her head, her gaze resting on the exhaust vent above——

It's dark out there, but if Catwoman was there, would she figure out how to detonate the bomb?

Choose remote control between timing and remote control, Catwoman should just want to evaporate the mayor's gold coins instead of killing innocent workers... But the mayor's gold coins are also innocent, okay? ?

Weiwei reported the coordinates of the bomb to Robin. Although a layman like her can use the package, it is not good to accidentally touch it during the process.

Then, with a hook of her little finger, a bright badge slipped silently from her cuff into the small bucket in her hand, but there was no sound - there was nothing at the bottom of the bucket.

Catwoman is also a famous cat, so giving her the [Cat Medal] is theoretically fine?

It's just that I don't know if she can bear such an "honor"?

The [Catwoman] punctuation on the map suddenly disappeared, and there was a sudden sound of heavy objects falling on the exhaust port.

Robin, who had just dismantled a bomb, quickly went back and forth, pulled Weiwei back two steps, raised his hand and shot the claw hook to pull down the iron plate of the exhaust port——

With a bang, a black tights, a long whip, stainless steel cat claws, a mask... and even a hair tie were thrown down together.

Tim: "?"

Catwoman's full body equipment is here, is she running naked?

On the roof, a black cat rubbed its face in disbelief: "Meow?"