[Zhongyingmei] After being mistaken for 108 times, I am with the master

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The sound of the electric drill continued to ring in the Gotham night, and the person holding him squatted sneakily at the door of the bank.

Even if he did such a thing during the crisis period when the vigilante was infested, the perpetrator did not seem too nervous.

He is still different from those criminals who kill and steal, he is at best an attempted theft!He didn't need to bear such a little snack until he took the ticket and ran out of it.

But so what?The superheroes who come after people like him are non-killers.ha?What a damn sense of morality and strong self-discipline!

Those guys are always worried that because of such a small mistake, the heroes who maintain order will fall to their scum with bloody hands, especially their local nightmares in Gotham.

When the prisoner was about to kick open the door of the bank, the sound of rumbling engines almost rang close to his ears.

Honestly, it's really not that common.

No matter how many years Batman has been a vigilante, the direction comes and goes silently. Most of the prisoners from Arkham commented like this when they were caught: "You don't understand, the appearance of that guy is worse than a ghost movie. .”

But at this moment, this future bank robber, who could even be regarded as an ordinary criminal among criminals, saw the Batmobile turning a corner and driving towards him.

Jesus, Batman must be speeding!Even the tires of the Batmobile, whose quality is so high that ordinary people can't imagine, burst out with harsh roars due to the speed, and even the current and sparks generated by friction can be vaguely seen.

Immediately afterwards, he looked through the Batmobile's windshield to see what was going on inside the car.

The steering wheel of the Batmobile is dented inwards from the grip of the leather gloves, and even the eyes of the man inside the car are completely obscured by goggles, and even the most blind criminal can see the rage.

Oh, are the vigilantes guarding Gotham finally completely desperate for this city and want to abandon the principle of superheroes and start killing in the city? !

The would-be bank robber shivered, closed his eyes subconsciously, and waited for the scythe of death to reap his life.

But when the Batmobile passed him, it just shot the rope from nowhere, binding the criminal tightly.

This... is this gone?Batman didn't even have time to give him an extra look!

The would-be bank robber suddenly felt a kind of lucky to survive the robbery-haha, compared to what Batman is about to do, his small role is just a side effect!

Afterwards, he began to worry from the bottom of his heart about the goal of Batman's trip: No matter who it is, there is probably only one result for such a Batman—paralysis.

A top fighting master, an absolutely excellent strategist and torture expert, even with the restriction of killing people, there are still many things he can do.

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Salander looked at the car that he had ignited, and the sparks in it splashed out from time to time, extinguishing on the wet ground of Gotham like a meteor that died halfway.

The car caught fire just because of a lit cigarette.

The cigarette looked extremely fragile, and it seemed that it would go out after a few blows.But the people watched by the youth in the car had no way to stop them, they could only watch the flames ignited by the cigarette butts grow bigger and bigger.

How long does it take for a person to burn to death?

Thinking about this question, he seemed to be suddenly bewitched by a cigarette that was almost condensed into a red dot between his two fingers.Facing the firelight, his fingers trembled a little, but he finally caught it with his teeth.

When he was a student, there were always a few bad boys hiding in the toilet to smoke, and he also smoked a few of them at the lowest point of his life-but that didn't mean he was good at it.

The choking smoke that poured into his throat made Salander cough uncontrollably, and the gray-white smoke that he exhaled was accompanied by hot air that blurred the scene in front of him, and it made him suddenly think of the serious problem of every bad boy—the boy patrolling the corridor. Dean.

The sound of the roaring engine came from far and near. Compared with it, the sound of boots stepping on the ground was almost inaudible, and a pair of sharp ears pierced the smoke and appeared right in front of them.

It wasn't until this distance that Salander clearly realized that Batman's whole body was almost composed of triangles, whether it was the inverted triangle on the upper body, the sharp arm blades, or even the ears.

——The man in front of him is just like the shape on his body, sharp, tough and unshakable.But in the eyes of villains and bad boys, it has another meaning: a difficult nuisance.

The gray-white smoke swayed towards Batman. As a vigilante man in Gotham, he was definitely used to smelling such inferior cigarettes in alleys or slums, but at this moment he frowned.

This sense of abnormality aroused Salander's interest. He deliberately took a big mouthful in front of the other party, completely ignoring the hot tingling sensation spreading down his throat, and his voice was deliberately disguised as an addict. look like——

"Go away, don't get in my way."

The young man drove him away, as if he was some unwelcome existence.The man's hand grabbed his wrist almost in the next moment, and at the same time, the young man's eyes turned vigilant.

The utility pole, which was standing well, snapped abruptly, almost hitting the Batmobile by rubbing Batman's shoulder, and left a dent on the body that was difficult to recover.But the man's hand is not even willing to let go.

"Hey!" Salander frowned and warned again, he even shook the grasped wrist gently.

Then he listened to the man's intimidating criminal voice lay out the plans of most of the Joker and the other Green.

"Wow, so this is an explanation?" When he heard the man in the car next to him bound to dozens of lives, Salander made a pause gesture with his free hand— —

"But that doesn't matter, right? According to your style, since you want to rescue those hostages so much, you should be dismantling bombs now? You're good at that, aren't you?"

Salander knew how stupid what he said now, but at this moment he just wanted to be a jerk.

When he defeated Green creatures one after another, and sent the remains of the victims back to their homeland, so that those people could rest in peace, he swore that he would let a fire destroy most of his life. The culprit atones.

Only in this way, those two people who died in the car, his parents will rest in peace.Not like the man said, his beheaded mother crawled through most of hell and couldn't even find her own head.

As long as he has done this, he will be liberated, which can only be done by doing this thing.He has worked hard for decades, how can he give up here?If he needed redemption after the fact, he would do anything for it.

Now, he only needs to hold back the vigilante in front of him until everything is powerless—this is not difficult, even simpler than killing those green creatures with some kind of lethal ability before him.

While holding onto the young man's wrist, he tightened his grip the next moment, and Batman said word by word, "This is a trap."

"I know, I don't need you to reiterate—"

Salander's words were interrupted, and Batman's voice was almost roaring, "His target is you!"

Even Salander, his eardrums were shaken when he faced the low growl, which made him stunned for half a second, "It's okay, I don't care what I will become in the end."

He said this sentence in a low voice, almost subconsciously murmured.

That's it, that's right, Salander Burkhackett's life after the death of his parents was just aiming at this matter in front of him. As for the matter after achieving his goal, he has never thought about it, and there is no need to think about it.

Then, he felt the arm of the vigilante in front of him suddenly pull himself towards him.

What a ghost, this way, this posture, it looks like a couple who are arguing.But... this was the relatively official second meeting between him and Batman.

"But, I care." Said the strange man who had seen the ghost, staring at him through the goggles.

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The author has something to say:

Sorry for some messy things before, now it’s dealt with, and the next day will be updated until the end, the next chapter will be at 12 o’clock tomorrow night

——————感谢在2021-10-2722:54:15~2021-11-2723:20:35期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Xunsi 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 30 bottles of Sebastian Stan; 20 bottles of Sixteen; 3 bottles of rotten white;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!