The correct way to attack the villain

The Arkham container truck and Gotham police escort police car who arrived at the scene less than 5 minutes after the call was hung up verified the seemingly harmonious and false cooperative relationship between the villain and Chaoying.

As for the Joker and Batman, after losing this relationship, the only thing that maintains their relationship is——

"He was escorted by me myself."

Batman refused the handcuffs offered by the officers, and stuffed the eredar into the Batmobile.

The merciless kind, he felt that the bones of his arm might be pinched out of shape, and this kind of force was nothing to this man whose muscles were as hard as stone.

The car door was closed, completely blocking out all the sound from the window.

Ereda looked out the window at the man who stood out from the crowd regardless of his height and stature, and squinted his eyes: "Probably being too rough will also be the reason why a person has been single."

Bangya, who is carefully calculating the success rate of the host's escape: "What are you talking about?"

Eredar looked upright: "No, I didn't say anything."

"Thank you for your hard work tonight, Batman, you saved Gotham once again."

Wearing a unique leather jacket, Police Officer Yin with a Chinese-American face got out of the police car, stopped in front of the man, and looked at Eredar on the seat through the open window behind him: "Of course there are also clowns. , I guess I should say thank you to him, but that doesn't absolve him of his crimes, any more."

The female police officer paused, then looked straight at Batman: "It's been a long time—"

The words came to an abrupt end here, because Yin saw the clown's face staring at her closely through the car window behind Batman.

He even grinned at the corner of his bright red mouth.

This is simply a horror movie for Gotham police officers, Yin breathed in unison, subconsciously took two steps back.

Batman frowned, turned his face sideways, Eredar closed the corners of his mouth for an instant, and blinked his eyes.

The blue eyes look clean and clear, and even the sitting posture obediently puts both hands on the knees.

Batman: "..."

The news that both the Scarecrow and the Joker were captured hit the live news immediately after the news of the evacuation of Gotham gas.

Arkham is a place that is no stranger to criminals in Gotham, including the road from Gotham to Arkham and the time it takes to transport according to the fastest speed limit.

"I suggest you think of something else as soon as possible."

In the back seat of the bat winch that was galloping smoothly, Bangya said in Eredar's mind: "Song Mo's name did not appear on the list of people who temporarily evacuated Gotham. The heaviest group, you will definitely be the first to be sought out."

Eredar was sitting, feeling the scorching sight of the scarecrow who was tied up like a worm and gagged his mouth, and was about to shoot him through, and at the same time communicated with Bangya quietly: "Then I can take To a large funeral expenses?"

Bunya: "...if you want to scare your boss to death at a funeral."

Eredar tugged at the metal buckle on his waist that was still counting down, stretched his waist, and said indifferently: "No way, he is Batman, what can I do."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden rush of sound in the winch.

It was a female voice from Police Officer Yin who was very unfamiliar to Eredar: "Batman, did you see Chief Gordon along the way?"

Batman frowned: "No."

Yin wondered: "Why, he was the first person to receive orders from the Gotham Police Department, and you haven't seen him?"

The Batmobile stopped abruptly.

Outside the window, in the overcast Gotham sky, the clown lamp was shining brightly.

Gotham City, which had just calmed down, sounded the sirens again, and the sound of Muddy Face resounded from every corner on the huge screen of the Life Insurance Building.

"Batman, Director Gordon is in my hands now, if you want to see him, bring the Joker here."

"Or I'll blow his head off with one punch."

The entire police force fell into silence, only a man with green hair and a purple suit, whose face was messed up with paint, made a strange laugh in the back seat of the Batmobile. The negligence and incompetence of Tan officers.

"I said earlier, you should let me go, otherwise you will definitely regret it."

In the back seat, the clown wiped away the physical tears from the corners of his eyes, and found Batman's eyes hidden under the mask in the rearview mirror: "After all, I am not as keen on sending myself to prison as my dad is."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand again: "Come on, will you give me the bat gloves or the grappling hook launcher?"

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"Now all the clues are connected, sir, this is all the time data uploaded by the investigation department."

Outside the Arkham Asylum, the police detective handed over the first-hand information to Yin, which was the cause of all the events tonight, starting with the clown stealing the scarecrow's panacea, transforming the bat lamp, and ordering Mudface to arrest him. Capture Director Gordon, until the end that he arranged for himself.

Everything is detailed, every item is listed on the fax paper, and there are even countless detailed plans to deal with all emergencies that the police can't even consider.

"The explosion-proof department said that [-] kilograms of coulomb explosives were buried on the Gotham Bridge heading to Arkham. On the plane that was robbed by the clown last time, this should be the least of the coulomb explosives that we confiscated later. Thirty kilograms."

"That is, if we hadn't handed over the hostages, all of us would have been blown to ashes."

As the policeman said this, he shivered in the hot weather: "Sir, why do I feel like my scalp is numb?"

Yin shook his head: "I underestimated him."

"Go back and inform Ian—" the Chinese police officer paused and changed his words, "Inform the security team and copy all the data of the second-generation clown to me, and I will enter it into the encrypted database."

And behind them, no one noticed that in the independent fully enclosed independent transport mobile prison, the scarecrow slowly opened his eyes, and took out the only smart chip that was not confiscated from his throat.

Press the red button on the chip that is almost invisible to the naked eye, and a man with long hair appears on the virtual light screen.

Blonde hair, noble temperament, just like the king crowned by the pope on the canvas of the middle European century.

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Underneath Wayne Manor, in the bat cave that operates 24 hours a day.

The old butler was sitting in front of his workbench. After losing a Q-version screen saver that would chat with him when no one was around, he began to focus on the computer No. [-] who had just appeared on the stage.

"I used to feel that there was something missing in Wayne Manor, young master. I didn't realize it until today." The empty-nest old butler said while inserting a chip into the computer No. [-], "Wayne Group's cross-age New technologies are being used to help Batman with his peace."

"Why don't we make a cleansing mindbot to help Batman's butler?"

Bruce's hand that took off the bat mask stopped in the air, and his throat moved: "Alfred——"

"Well, you know I'm not complaining about an old man with white hair being left alone in a mansion as big as a maze all day, sir, the first rule of the Royal Special Air Service is that giving up complaining will make you become stronger."

Bruce laughed: "I'll pay attention to it in the future."

Alfred glanced up at the busy figure in front of the console, and sighed.

He'd known long ago that no one could make Bruce Wayne quit the job, no matter what the reason.

He can give up everything in the Wayne Group and throw all his property to an old housekeeper who is over sixty years old just so that he can enjoy his old age comfortably. Every day is full of injuries, no need to rest, no need to eat, repeating others like a robot A life that seemed thrilling and boring to him.

But it is the only thing that cannot give up this suicidal work.

"Speak up."

The butler stopped thinking about the things that made him worry about his heart at an early age. He made himself a cup of coffee and leaned against the console: "I remember when Director Gordon was taken away by Muddy Face, I already I conveyed this message to you clearly, young master."

Bruce said without looking up, "I received it."

Alfred showed a thoughtful expression: "So you—"

"Alfred."

Just when he was still thinking about how to word the next words, Bruce interrupted, and then handed a piece of special light blue liquid metal plasticine under his nose.

Ah Fu took the piece of plasticine and looked at the faint marks on it: "Say it, young master."

"Help me restore all the information on the plasticine."

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Mrs. Rowland's rented apartment was all dark, with only one room lit.

The boy was lying on the bed with two bare legs, wearing only a pair of briefs and a long black T-shirt, with his hands raised, holding a black leather glove with a metallic texture.

After seeing enough, he ran out of bed barefoot and opened the lock under the wardrobe, and pulled out the drawer. There were three things in the drawer, two bat pads, and a golden bat belt.

Song Mo took the glove that was several sizes too big for him and neatly fitted it in, then held his face together: "Bangya, we have a new goal."

Bunya: "What?"

Song Mo: "One day I will fill this drawer with things with black bats."

Bangya: "...if your father knows that you only have this kind of ambition after inheriting the clown, I'm afraid he will get up and give you two punches."

Song Mo looked at the things in the drawer: "Hehe."

Bangya: "..."

"The screen caused strong discomfort to the brain, and the system power has been automatically turned off."

Before completely dormant, Bangya kindly reminded: "Captain, I suggest you call Parker and Cyclops back. They should be very worried about you now."

Song Mo just woke up like a dream: "Yes, forget about this."

He took out the mobile phone whose screen had been shattered into snowflakes in his pocket, and dialed the missed call callback in it according to his impression.Along with the beep of the phone was the faint sound of a card being dropped on the carpet.

Song Mo held the phone in one hand and lowered his head to pick up the card.

It was his graduation photo from Xavier College.

Probably because of this chaotic relationship, Gotham's communication signal has become extremely unstable. The other end has not been connected for a long time. graduation certificate.

The round nail accidentally scratched the front of the document, and a layer of light blue film was scraped off.

Song Mo frowned.

As a full-automatic decathlon system, Bangya immediately gave a component analysis on conditional reflex: "Liquid metal plastic clay, once a special artificial material used by the Lex Group to plagiarize important documents from opponents, is now Banned by the United Nations, it has strong adhesion, is extremely light in weight, is light and portable, and has an excellent information replication function."

Song Mo rubbed the graduation certificate unconsciously, then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he found the small cloth bag that was originally used to hold the certificate photo from his pocket, and turned it upside down.

Countless pieces of dried plasticine rustled from the cloth bag.

Song Mo clicked his tongue.

"What to do, Bunya."

Bunya: "What?"

Song Mo sighed: "My identity may be exposed."

Bangya's heart tightened.

Song Mo looked at the graduation certificate, as if he couldn't help it, and made a puff.

When Cyclops picked up the phone, the first thing he heard was a slightly hoarse, mellow and nice laugh.

then.

Song Mo: "Batman will definitely discover the secret that I'm actually super-beautiful."

Cyclops just picked it up: "??? What?"