The correct way to attack the villain

"Mr. Stark, I'm already in Gotham."

"Well, the environment here is very good, and the living conditions are also good."

In the cleaned room, Peter Parker was lying on an empty bed with nothing in it. In front of him was a laptop, and he was making video calls with someone.

If there was a third person present, he would have exclaimed, because the person on the other end of the video was none other than an outstanding New York inventor, thinker, patriot, and the famous Manhattan superhero Iron Man.

Tony Stark.

And the billionaire is sitting at his workbench eating his potato chips while consoling the newest member of the Avengers, Spider-Man.

Then he had to give orders to the virtual light screen.

"Are you sure you don't need support? Like someone with fists and feet and a penchant for smashing things?"

In the virtual light screen, the voice of Captain America came from a place that Peter could not see: "No, this may be a trick they want to transfer us from the building, and they also saved the Red Skull who was detained by S.H.I.E.L.D.."

Falcon's voice came from the light screen again: "The base is located outside of Seattle, which is the former armory of S.H.I.E.L.D. If they detonate the bomb, everything within a radius of 50 miles will be blown to nothing, including they themselves."

Captain: "Follow the original plan."

Tony Stark leisurely watched the figures of Captain America and Falcon hurrying on the light screen, and then handed over a box of potato chips and a plate of jam.

"It's up to you, I will be here to help you keep an eye out for danger at any time."

After finishing speaking, he picked up the potato chips and dipped them in green jam, and looked at the little Spiderman on the other side of the screen: "This is really good, the captain and the Falcon may be the best combination, and the best combination for me is Chips with guacamole."

"Hmm... where were we talking just now?"

Peter pressed the Tetris in his hand to pause: "I think it's probably my Spider Iron Man armor?"

"Yes, smart boy, but it's a pity that you have bad taste." Stark straightened up slightly, and knocked on the prototype of the armor on the table, "This is what I thought yesterday, of course, it's not about seeing you being beaten every day I have injuries all over my body, so I made it for you. You know, Manhattan has been a little busy lately."

Little Spider-Man took a look at the shiny, cool and stylish armor lined up behind Stark, and shook his head despite being greedy: "No need, Mr. Stark, I think the current set is pretty good. of."

Stark raised his eyebrows and dropped the armor in his hand: "Okay."

After speaking, he leaned back, and the peaceful Avengers Building shook violently at this moment.

"Jarvis, what happened?"

Peter Parker also raised his knees nervously and half sat up: "Has the building been attacked? Is it the group of Red Skulls?"

As an artificial intelligence brain, Jarvis flickered a small green dot on the light screen, and called out the monitoring truthfully: "The small fight between Hulk, Barton and Thor, Sir."

On the screen, Hawkeye Button fled in embarrassment in front, Hulk chased after violently, and Thor cheered and cheered for the two of them.

"Barton! You stole Hulk's guacamole again! That's Hulk's last bottle of guacamole!" Hulk smashed the electronic equipment along the way aggrieved.

Who stole whose jam? This is probably the daily routine among the three in the Avengers.

Only the workshop fell silent.

All the smart instruments looked at Tony Stark sitting in the center of the workshop for a moment.

"Don't look at me, I'm the one who pays the bill here." Stark crossed his chest with one hand, with a face of course, "I don't want to be beaten for eating his food."

"Anyway, be careful there. I'll pick you up in two months."

Before Iron Man pressed the video communicator, he seemed to think of something again, and added: "By the way, be careful with your new roommate."

"what did you say?"

Mr. Parker was stunned for a moment, the computer screen had lost all video images.

Watch out for his new roommate...why?

Just because he's a—

Mutants?

Most people think that Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth is just an ordinary school. Few people know that it is an academy dedicated to sheltering mutants, where mutant students learn to control abilities and graduate. The latter will also mostly stay there and choose to become an X-Men.

Obviously superheroes are not included.

Peter couldn't help recalling Song Mo's expression when he said that sentence.

It was calm, natural, like it was really an ordinary academy to him, or that he didn't care about the fact that he knew he was a mutant.

In the workshop of the Avengers Building, Stark sat in his original position. On the virtual light screen in front of him was a piece of identity information that had just been transferred from Xavier College, and his brows slowly frowned.

Song Mo Silance, an omega-level brain mutant with unknown abilities, joined Xavier Academy at the age of 11, and was implanted by Charles at the age of 12. The imaginary number core has not been removed, and his ability has been completely curbed.

Hazard level: 3S.

"Actually, there's nothing to worry about, is there?"

He seemed to be convincing Jarvis, more like convincing himself: "From the perspective of biological mutation, maybe that little arthropod baby is also a half mutant, and it might be equally dangerous."

Jarvis didn't speak.

After a while, Stark rubbed his eyebrows.

"Fit him with a real-time positioning system, Jarvis, with the highest accuracy."

……

When Song Mo returned to the rental room, he saw Peter Parker sitting on the sofa watching TV, he opened the door for a moment, and then closed the door again naturally.

Suddenly having to live with a stranger for two months, no matter who it is, it will be a little uncomfortable at first.

Gotham News Channel, one host, two guests, discussing some outdated topics——

"Do you think the clown is really dead?"

Gotham's extreme living environment has created a group of extreme residents, just like when Harley Quinn was a TV anchor at the beginning, she would lead children to fight against their parents and elope bravely for love, and would incite workers to pick up pistols against their bosses and get them arrested. Arrears of wages, moral values ​​are gradually becoming shallow under the ever-increasing powerful evil forces, after a full day of high-stress work, all they need is entertainment, as for the form of entertainment——

As long as you don't break the law, who can hinder whom?

Although Gotham and New York are very close, due to the unwritten, or tacit rules between the heroes, they have always been in good order, and even the villains rarely follow such rules, so even in New York Little Spiderman is a hero who punishes rape and eradicates evil. After coming to Gotham, he still doesn't know anything about it.

"The clown?" He fiddled with the remote control casually, recalling with a wrinkled face, "Is that Gotham villain wearing a green wig, heavy white makeup, yellow teeth and red mouth?"

"What misconceptions might you have about him? At least it wasn't his wig, if you paid enough attention to the news of his life."

Song Mo looked at his watch, took off his coat and casually hung it on his hand: "We will leave in two hours."

Peter Parker was stunned for a moment before realizing what Song Mo said, and he subconsciously replied, "Okay."

On the TV in the room, a guest with gold-rimmed glasses and a mean face made his remarks excitedly and loudly:

"You can't take away my right to speak, James, I have human rights!"

"The clown is dead, and we don't need to discuss any issues about him here. Do you want to question the most authoritative autopsy report of the Gordon Police Department? What we have to do is to completely forget him and wait After a while, the clown will be completely forgotten!"

Song Mo tightened his grip on the doorknob.

Completely forgotten?

That was probably one of the truths the Joker was least willing to accept.

For two hours and a quarter, there was no movement in Song Mo's room.

The night in Gotham at seven o'clock has completely fallen. As Song Mo said, the crime rate in Gotham is so high, and Peter Parker is not familiar with the place (although he doesn't think those criminals can do anything to him), no matter what he does It is better to have an acquaintance with you.

He waited for a while, and finally couldn't help but stepped forward, and tapped his room lightly with his fingers: "Song Mo?"

The door was unlocked and creaked open.

Peter blinked and subconsciously looked in.

The room was not lit, it was empty, the Spider-Man poster beside the bed was very conspicuous, the night wind blew the curtains, the windows were wide open, and there was no one inside.

A row of poker cards was neatly arranged on the snow-white bed sheet, each of which was engraved with the face of the corresponding devil, lifelike and hideous.

Peter frowned, touched the button by the door, and was about to turn on the light when a familiar voice came from behind him.

"what happened?"

The voice was very close, as if it was behind him. Before that, Peter didn't even hear any footsteps. He was startled, and immediately turned around, and saw Song Mo standing about two fingers away in front of him, The whole body is wet, the lower body is covered with a bath towel, the brown hair is dripping with water, and the upper body is naked, and the rudimentary lines of the young muscles can be vaguely seen.

Under the bright yellow light, Peter felt that he was dazzled by Song Mo's complexion, which seemed to be covered with a layer of milk putty.

"Nothing, I just wanted to ask when you're leaving, I mean—"

Mr. Parker took a step back and distanced himself: "Didn't I see you leave the room just now?"

"Maybe you're too engrossed in watching TV."

Song Mo passed Peter into the room without closing the door, and started changing clothes with his back to the living room.Peter sat back on the sofa again, the boring program discussing whether the clown is really dead is finally over, the New York New Times, the news media is playing a monologue from Spider-Man.

This was an old news about three days ago. A New York superhero in a tight red uniform was being chased by a cyborg. During the chaos, he picked up someone's mobile phone and recorded it with this angle similar to a selfie. this video.

"Hi, good evening, I'm your neighbor Spider-Man, which means I'll be chased all over New York by bad guys all day long, like this one behind me. See I've got the camera, someone watching Got the wiki intro for this 80s breakdancing villain? I mean, Mr. Iron Man always says I'm a smart hero with terrible taste, but if he knew the villain, he'd surely disprove his own use of the phrase 'bad taste' All the cognitions, and feel that I am a cute and sexy Victoria's Secret little angel. Of course, this is not the focus of my recording this video."

"I picked up this phone on Wall Street, emm... pink bunny ears phone case, model XXXX, I'll hand it over to the lost and found later, ladies who lost their phones - if you're a man I'm sorry, but anyway, go get it there, I promise it's unscathed."

Song Mo came out after getting dressed, and Peter Parker's cheeks turned red when the host on TV saw Spider-Man's extremely positive affirmation, he couldn't help shaking his head: "It seems that you really like Spider-Man, I don't know him What is it like in private, the voice seems very young?"

Peter Parker: "Who knows!"

As one of the most prosperous cities in the United States, the neon lights of Gotham at night are not inferior to those of New York. When visiting the building, Peter Parker couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"That's the Life Building." Song Mo explained, "The place where Bat Lights are most frequented."

Peter retracted his gaze: "Bat lamp? What is that?"

"When the Gotham Police Department calls on Batman, or when something big is going to happen, the Batlight will—"

Before the words were finished, a beam of light suddenly appeared on the dark cloud-covered sky of Gotham, a bottom-up projection, a circular shape, and the logo of a bat.

"—lights up."

Seeing Song Mo's expression, Peter paused for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth hooked up.

"Ah, it looks like something is going to happen."

After finishing speaking, all the surrounding lights dimmed in an instant, and the whole Gotham immediately fell into darkness.However, the darkness only lasted for less than half a second, and the reflection arcs of the people shrouded in darkness were not enough to make them scream loudly, and the big screens hung on the high-rise buildings were turned on again.

After the snowflakes flashed, a figure gradually appeared on the black screen.

A middle-aged man who had been stripped naked, skinny only to his bones, and wearing thin-framed gold-rimmed glasses appeared in the camera, with his own stinky sock stuffed in his mouth, making a whining sound.

Off-screen, accompanied by a pleasant chuckle that tickles the ears.

Someone speaks.

"Comeon, I know you remember me, speak up, what's my name?"

The voice is deliberately raised and sounds very thin.

Being caught with a video camera to take such a shameful picture, the man blushed with anger, and trembled with fear because he saw something terrible.

Finally, fear prevailed over anger, and he opened his mouth, trembling: "J—Jo—"

"Joker—!"

Like water dripping into a frying pan.

The whole Gotham was in an uproar.

"Joker? How is it possible? Isn't he dead!"

"Oh, my God, he's back, he's back!"

"Impossible! I saw him killed in the bombing with my own eyes, half of his head was blown off! How could he still appear in Gotham!"

With the cry of the child, on the screen, the person holding the mirror camera turned the camera over and pointed the lens at himself.

Then, that crazy outstanding villain with green hair, pale skin, blood-red lips, and a ferocious expression slowly reached out to touch his lips.

"Shh - be quiet."

Strangely, the surroundings fell into silence.

Dead silence.

Unknown fear quietly spread in the darkness with the evening wind.

The picture goes dark, much later.

"Bah—"

Gunshots, and screams.

Then there was a voice that started with wild enthusiasm and ended with a soft whisper: "Long time no see, Gotham."

The video was completely over at this time, the entire Gotham was powered back on, and the bright neon lights were lit up again. Against the background of this noisy atmosphere, the surroundings seemed terribly quiet.

"Is he... the clown?" Peter Parker found his voice after a while, "Isn't he already, dead?"

Song Mo walked in front, Peter couldn't see his face, he could only hear him talking lightly.

"Who knows."