[Zhongyingmei] I save the world by transforming

Gotham.

Some call it the capital of sin, while others call it sin itself.

When people think of this city with a long history, what people think of is the night, the dark clouds that will not dissipate, and the sirens that resound throughout the night.If it were in the past, some young people in Gotham might come forward to defend themselves. This is pure prejudice. Even Gotham will have a few sunny days!But the heavy fog that has shrouded Gotham for several days has made the city even more unpredictable, especially at night, it is difficult to tell whether the red light tens of meters away is the dome light of a police car or a time bomb.

After two days of complaints from the Gotham City Meteorological Bureau, they had to change the sunny weather to a fog warning, advising people to go out less, and then they received a large number of complaints again - look down on anyone Well, isn't it just a little fog, more dangerous than the bombs planted all over the city, the vines growing in every corner, and the laughing gas swaying everywhere?

So everything remained the same, the lady in the black dress just put on another veil, her darkness would not be covered by the veil of fog, but it would grow more secretively.

Morrison Dunn is the beneficiary of this fog.He was originally the... assistant to the speaker of the Gotham City Council, until that day, he accompanied the speaker to Mr. Black Mask's car.This kind of thing is not uncommon in Gotham. Black Mask or Penguin or someone else trades some green Franklin and their asylum for friendship, so that they will not be disturbed when doing "business" and ensure that they will be disturbed by someone. A large bat can be released as quickly as possible after being sent to Blackgate Prison.

But the spokesman was not so lucky. Just as he raised one foot and buried it in the black mask's car, a simple throwing knife pierced the back of his neck and got out of his throat. The warm blood stained the black mask. Lengthen the wool rug in Lincoln.This made the gentleman very unhappy. Morrison and the bodyguards who had failed their duty and got nothing were waiting for the trial in trepidation, but the always unpredictable black mask didn't say anything after seeing the pattern drawn on the throwing knife. In a word, there is no pursuit.

So Morrison got into Roman's car instead of his original boss.The next day, he became the new speaker of the city council.

And Morrison's luck looked as though it was coming to an end.He was walking on the foggy streets of Gotham with a briefcase on his shoulders, his leather shoes made a clicking sound on the ground, and the footsteps that had followed him since he walked out of the bar followed at the same pace.

It's too naive, is it the group of Irish, or the desperate Japanese?He turned his head back with a sneer, the street lamps illuminated the barrel of the gun he pulled out of his briefcase, but then his expression became stunned... The warm yellow light illuminated the faces of his followers, which clearly Just a kid.

He looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and his purple half-long hair looked even more mysterious under the warm light.As far as the style of clothing is concerned, it is very similar to the vigilantes of this city, but Gotham's vigilantes generally don't wear such revealing clothes - a pure black thin vest, revealing arms darker than the color of wheat Compared with the back, that thin layer of muscle doesn't seem to pose any threat at all.Not to mention Batman, even Batgirl has a tight body with only a chin exposed, that is, Robin wears green scale shorts regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, which makes some Robin's mother fans want to set him up A pair of legs in long johns.

Morrison stared carefully at the boy who only wore half a snow-white mask, and confirmed that this guy didn't have any marks of bat lunatics on his whole body except for the mask. A gangster who thought he was powerful but could only snatch single women, just like he used to be.

He shook his muzzle and smiled, "Boy, don't think that anyone can become Robin with a mask on. Give me half of your harvest today, and then leave. I can pretend that I didn't see you."

Morrison thinks that he is still very generous. Isn't it worth tens or hundreds of dollars to exchange for a worthless life?But the ignorant boy took a step forward, ignoring his weapon. This reckless behavior reminded Morrison of the lunatic that is a specialty of this city. His heart jumped and he almost lost his temper, "Don't move! Go forward again!" Any further and I'll smash your head!"

This pure threat seemed to have worked, the masked boy stopped, and Morrison relaxed a bit.Then the other party looked at him through the mask, "Morrison Twain, we need you to answer me a question truthfully."

"Two days ago, the former speaker of the former city council died accidentally on the way to the coffee shop with you, you..."

Morrison became alert in an instant, and the words repeatedly taught to him by the people around the black mask immediately came to his mind, and he straightened his neck and shouted loudly: "We are gay, what's wrong with going to have a coffee together? , do you have an opinion?"

That's the perfect reason Mr. Roman's legal department came up with!Although he didn't understand why the black mask didn't respond when the person he was wearing was killed face to face, it was obvious that he didn't want the fact that he bribed the government to be exposed, so their people not only worked hard to help the assassin in the mist forge the scene, but also Morrison compiled a [-]-word sad love story between official assistants, pointing a gun at him and making him memorize it verbatim... Morrison seemed to have returned to the final season of his college semester overnight. As for the conditioned reflex when I hear similar questions.

Bai Kui changed, "...I didn't, I didn't. We want to ask you, what did you see that day..."

"That's enough! Let me tell you, one black mask is enough for this city, and there is no need for another white mask!" Morrison interrupted him, and the more he said, the more confident he became, he pointed at the gun in disgust. Pointing to the half-skeleton-like mask on Bai Kui's face, "You know, I've hated the aesthetics of black masks for a long time. Did no one tell him that wearing that thing is like coming back from coal digging? As for you... ...It’s better than him. If you really want to make a debut, no matter whether your wish is Arkham Asylum or Batman’s follower, I advise you to learn some useful knowledge, don’t be young and don’t know anything If you know it, you want to wear tights. Let me ask you, have you ever been to college?"

Bai Kui's lips trembled, and after a while she managed to squeeze out a word, "...No." From his current identity to his present, there is none!

"So! Do you know who is in the madhouse? A master's degree is not as good as a dog, and a doctor's degree is running around. You don't even have a bachelor's degree. How dare you run out? You deserve to go to a black gate prison! Enter a black gate prison, How embarrassing, they are all prisoners who can do nothing without money and embarrass Gotham!" Morrison persuaded earnestly: "Son, don't fix these useless things, study hard."

Baikui... Baikui was speechless.He thought about it in shame, he really didn't have any good academic qualifications, and it was a bit embarrassing to think like this... Wait, he came to collect information, why is he being lectured by a corrupt criminal now?

His eyes became sharp, and Morrison's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that talking nonsense for so long had the opposite effect?He pretended to be calm and lowered his voice, "I say this for your own good, look at me..."

Morrison couldn't finish his sentence, because the boy in front of him suddenly disappeared from his eyes. He only felt his calf hit by something, and then there was a crisp metal collision sound, and then he lost his focus. He fell steadily to the ground, staring at a flying knife stuck between his legs with wide eyes... If the knife was two centimeters forward, he could say goodbye to his younger brother.

Morrison's face turned as white as paper in an instant, not only because he was almost beaten, but also because he recognized the pattern drawn on the handle of the knife that was shining with cold light!

A lifelike owl, with eyes that cannot be closed, watching all its enemies.

The last time he saw this pattern, it was a flying knife made of the same material and silent, passing by his shoulder and piercing the throat of the spokesperson walking in front of him.

"You've seen this thing before." Morrison suddenly turned his head when he heard the voice. The masked teenager was squatting beside him with one hand pulling his arm, and holding a short dagger in the other.His half-squatting posture was like a cheetah ready to go, his sharp eyes pierced through the fog surrounding them, and locked on to another assassin who was walking at a ghostly pace.

The tall body of the visitor was covered in black from top to bottom, with a number of short swords and flying knives hanging on his body, and a mask reminiscent of an owl was on his head, and the orange goggles shone like the eyes of an owl. Obscure light.

"Morrison Dunn..." the man said, his voice was rough as if a cat's claws were scratching through frosted glass, "The Court of Owls, I sentence you to death."

He struck again, this time with three throwing knives side by side, one for his original target, and the remaining two for the extra spoilers.Courts do not spare their witnesses, let alone hindrances.However, these three knives were also shot down, and Morrison couldn't even see how the people around him did it.

"You...are an enemy of the court..." The killer known as sharp claws showed no signs of timidity. He drew out the two daggers around his waist and said intermittently to Baikui, "You will... die here too!"

The next moment, the opponent who was not in the eyes of the sharp claws flashed in front of him with an unbelievably fast movement, kicked away the sword in his right hand, and hit his chin with his knee!The sound of cracking bones could be heard clearly, he staggered back a few steps, and the sword in the other hand fell to the ground.If he were an ordinary person, he would have already collapsed with a broken cervical spine at this time.

"Report to the assassination target... Do you count as an assassin like this!?" Bai Kui punched him in the face while talking, and the face under the claw mask swelled up to the naked eye. Two bloody teeth rolled out of his mouth and fell to the ground.He said in a high-spirited voice: "What is the use other than wasting time? Stupid - hand over the head to me!"

I've been wanting to say this for a long time!No wonder Grandpa the Mountain Man beat him and asked him to hand over his head in the training level. It turned out that it was really cool to say that!

Also, sure enough, the assassin had to hit the head! !

The dangling claw supported his head, and for a few seconds, he thought he was back in the days when he was beaten by the instructor in the claw training camp.He really wanted to say aggrieved: This is all the court's request!It's not my business!

But Baikui has the good qualities of an assassin, so she doesn't give him time to breathe, and doesn't give him a chance to defend himself.He circled behind the unstable sharp claw, clasped his shoulder with one hand and folded his arm behind his back with the other hand, and pressed the sharp claw face down to the ground, then pressed his knee against the folded arm of the sharp claw The weight of the body held him firmly, the dagger resting on Talon's throat.

"Say. Who are you? Who are you looking for?"