The correct way to attack the villain

"It is reported that the compressed energy source developed by Osborne Industries, which is known as the world's first technology, was put into use again yesterday. As we all know, during the period when Osborne's new chairman Harry Osborne was serving his sentence, Osborne Enterprises' The reputation has been severely damaged, and the stock price has almost fallen below the net assets—”

When Peter Parker came out of the bedroom with his messy hair, what he saw was the brown-haired young man sitting on the sofa, eating toast and making cereal while watching New York news.

"Song Mo?" The little Mr. Spiderman who had just woken up paused on the spot, and woke up immediately, "When did you come back?"

Song Mo took the time to glance at the wall clock on the wall: "About two or three hours ago?"

Peter was surprised: "I didn't hear any movement at all!"

"After all, you are wounded, and I don't want to disturb your rest." Song Mo finished speaking and glanced at Peter Parker, who was alive and kicking, "But you seem to be recovering well."

Probably because the teasing meaning in the other party's eyes was too obvious, Peter subconsciously adjusted his hair, trying to make himself look less bad - but probably not worse than his hellokitty pajamas and pink pajamas.

However, he obviously didn't think how fancy his pajamas were, and the next moment he sat next to Song Mo with a pink girl named Bubble: "Then did your work go well this week?"

Song Mo replied casually: "It's okay."

He raised his chin in the direction of the dining table: "Go and brush your teeth, I made you breakfast."

Peter Parker looked at the long-lost fried egg sandwich and hot milk on the dining table: "You are simply an angel!"

He rushed into the bathroom, and after a while stuck his head out with foam in his mouth and said vaguely: "You don't have to go to work today?"

"I took a day off."

Peter said "Oh" and put his head back again.

After a while.

"You can read the news from New York."

Song Mo was lowering his head and blowing the cereal in the cool bowl, and raised his eyelids when he heard this: "I have to care about the situation in the neighboring city?"

Peter: "Oh."

After a while.

"Speaking of—"

Song Mo: "Concentrate on brushing your teeth, Mr. Parker."

Peter Parker: "Oh."

The hostess on TV was still broadcasting information about Harry Osborn. When the screen turned to the aerial shot of the exterior of the Dome Prison, Song Mo subconsciously asked, "Parker."

"what happened?"

"The Vaulted Prison—" the young man just started asking, when he saw the other party poking his head out again, with those simple dark brown eyes staring at him.

Looks very sincere no matter what.

It makes people feel that as long as he is someone he trusts, no matter what he asks, he will tell you everything he knows.

Song Mo clicked his tongue, lowered his head and blew on the freshly soaked oatmeal in the small bowl: "It's nothing."

Peter gave Song Mo a strange look, and didn't ask any further questions. After breakfast, he hurriedly put his schoolbag on his back and went out.

After the sound of his footsteps disappeared in the corridor.

"It has to be said that Osborne, as an industry that made its fortune in pharmaceuticals, has rashly dabbled in the energy industry when its competitor is Stark Industries. Will this be an opportunity for Osborne Industries to revive, or will it crush the camel? The last straw for—”

The room was very quiet, and the voice of the female announcer on the TV resounded in every corner. Song Mo slowly put the oatmeal back on the table, his eyes fixed on the TV screen.

Even Bangya had to ask, "Since when did you become interested in news from New York?"

Song Mo rested his chin with one hand: "I have to care about the situation in the neighboring city."

Bangya: "...so in your eyes, I am as easy to deceive as Mr. Peter Parker."

Song Mo stared at the TV without speaking.

Looking at Song Mo's calm expression, Bang Ya always felt that something was brewing in his stomach again, maybe it was a new destruction or something else.

And combined with their current situation.

The scale and reach of this disruption will likely be considerable.

……

Gotham People's Prosecutor's Office, Harvey Dent was wearing his work suit, quickly flipping through the documents in front of him, and waited until he finished reading the last page.

"I assure you, Mr. Alfred."

Facing his friend's old butler, Harvey showed an expression of extreme headache: "There will be no more difficult lawsuit in Gotham than this one."

Alfred still had a decent gentleman's smile on his face as always: "If the best lawyer in Gotham says it's hard to fight—"

Harvey pressed his eyebrows: "No one has ever said how to fight a lawsuit where there are no parties, no witnesses in court, lawyers do not have the right to represent the lawsuit, and even the defendant refuses to appear, and the court announces the opening of the trial without summons, Al Mr Fred."

After the blond lawyer finished speaking, he sighed: "I thought Gotham has changed a lot in the past ten years, and now it seems that it's all superficial."

"I see."

The old butler in a tuxedo lowered his head and picked up the documents on the table and folded them in order: "According to the young master, he will figure out the rest, so you don't have to make too much trouble."

Harvey smiled helplessly: "Are you saying to buy those officials? It's useless, I even suspect that even Judge Crowder among the officials involved—"

I didn't say what was said later, but no one will know what it means.

"You don't need to worry about these, the young master will take care of it."

"Good work, Mr. Dent."

After he came out of the prosecutor's office, Alfred immediately passed the bad news to Bruce Wayne who chose to stay in the dark Batcave and work overtime instead of inviting ladies to enjoy the great tea time.

The man just gave a calm "hmm".

Everyone knew that this was a lawsuit that was destined to be unwinnable from the very beginning. Even if he was the richest man in Gotham, he couldn't rely on money to cover the sky with only one hand in the huge network of those officials.

especially--

"If there is nothing wrong with the list Ethan gave me, this matter may have something to do with Judge Claude."

"If he is really one of the officials involved." Reminiscent of Judge Crowder's face that was so piled up with fat that even his eyes became slits, the old housekeeper rarely showed a disgusted expression, "That really makes people feel uncomfortable." As soon as people think about it, they can't wait to immediately call the Gotham police ten times."

Bruce didn't speak, and the only thing on the other end of the phone was the beeping of the main system of the Batcave when it was running.

Alfredra opened the door of the car parked outside the inspector and sat in, while connecting to Bluetooth: "So do you need me to go instead of you when the court session is held tonight, young master? You seem to be very busy with Tianming and Song Mo's affairs recently, I Do you want to let another lawsuit take up your already pitiful rest time."

After finishing speaking, the old butler added in a low voice with no expression on his face: "Of course, if you really know how to sleep well."

"No need." Bruce Wayne refused very simply.

The old housekeeper had no choice but to hang up the phone.

He looked up from the car window. It was three o'clock in the afternoon in New York time, and the sun was blazing.

The huge TV screen on the People’s Square reported the latest news about Osborne’s involvement in the energy industry, and the host kept repeating the huge damage that Osborne’s new chairman had brought to New York. The background of Gotham's era is quite a bit of gloating tone.

But these have nothing to do with them.

The old butler withdrew his gaze, turned the car around, and drove in the direction of Wayne Manor again.

At the same time, a passenger plane bearing the logo of Wayne Group's private airline passed overhead.

The flight from Gotham to the New Mexico-Colorado border was the shortest of all flights at four hours.

It was nine o'clock in the evening New York time, and the sky was completely dark.The highest peak of Elbert in the Colorado Rocky Mountains, one of the four major criminals of S.H.I.E.L.D.——

Dome Prison.

A pure white heavy iron car slowly drove into the third entrance of the prison, passing through without any hindrance.

"Academy of Academy of Sciences should really spend some effort to study how to keep their experimental alien corpses from rotting and smelling in the summer." The black guard watching the armored vehicle driving into the prison couldn't help stretching out his hand Fanned away the stench lingering in the nostrils, "This smell is even worse than the alien scent bomb that Ms. Mei sent last time."

The guard on the other side stretched out his hand to close the gate of the third entrance, and the heavy metal gate full of technology closed again, and then he reached out and made the same movement as the black guard: "Maybe they don't know about prisons and morgues." difference between."

"I really don't know why S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to the academy's proposal to store the corpse."

"Who knows, Director Fury probably won't be able to deal with the scoundrels of those old men from the Academy of Sciences." The guard shrugged, "Fortunately, tonight is the last batch."

"Tomorrow, it should not be transported in again."

After entering the prison, the white armored vehicle took the heavy-lift elevator leading to the second basement floor. Because it was temporarily built after reaching an agreement with the Academy of Fine Arts, all the facilities were simple and simple compared with the above-ground prison. no.

After all, no one will guard against these alien corpses that have been thoroughly investigated and have died to the core.

"Hey, Peterson, come out to unload."

The driver of the Academy of Academy of Sciences parked the white armored car near the wall, and the closed door of the morgue opened to both sides, and a tall man wearing a sterile suit stepped out of it.

"Today is earlier than usual, Blake."

The man opened his mouth and smiled, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth on his handsome and serious face.

The driver didn't speak. He sat in the driver's seat and took out a cigarette to light it. He didn't seem to intend to go down to help, but just stared at the rearview mirror.The man named Peterson moved quickly and gently moved the alien corpses packed in black snakeskin bags onto the metal cart next to him, and then stopped in the middle of the move up.

The driver saw this serious man, who looked like a researcher, touch the corpse inside through the snakeskin bag with fascinated eyes.

driver:"!!!"

The driver shivered violently, and couldn't smoke any more. After Peterson finished moving all the corpses, he stepped on the accelerator and went directly into the heavy-duty elevator without even saying goodbye.

The man didn't seem to mind this at all, his eyes stayed on the top one in the pile of snakeskin bags, and he seemed to be on a stimulant during the process of pushing towards the morgue, his breathing became heavier and heavier, and he couldn't even wait to close it. The door of the morgue, after pushing the metal trolley into the compartment, I couldn't wait to remove the top snakeskin bag and carefully put it on the operating table beside it.

In the process of carrying it just now, he discovered that, unlike those strange alien corpses in the past, this corpse is completely humanoid, with a slender torso, well-proportioned limbs, and even the skin. Snakeskin bags can feel smooth.

Men in sterile suits slowly unzip the zipper from bottom to top like a pilgrimage.

First, the white and round toes, and then a smooth calf. It can be seen that the corpse was well preserved by the Academy of Fine Arts, and the skin on the calf still looks very elastic.

The zipper goes all the way up, past the knee, and stops at the base of the thigh.

There's even a lovely tinge of pink in there.

It would be an excellent, mesmerizing and maddening corpse.

Ever since he was transferred here by the Chinese Academy of Sciences, facing the corpses of aliens who were either missing arms or legs or looked like monsters every day, how long had he not had a complete sex?The man's hand that was pulling the zipper began to tremble with excitement, and his breathing was so heavy that he could hear the sound of ho ho.

However, just when he was about to continue to pull up——

"Sorry, have you seen enough?"

That leg lifted up without warning, stepped on his crotch, and then an impact from nowhere hit his chest and abdomen. On the metal wall, the force is so strong that it seems that the sound of spinal dislocation can be heard.

He looked at the snakeskin bag on the operating table in disbelief. At the last moment of passing out of a coma, he saw the "corpse" that should have been lying quietly in the snakeskin bag stand up from inside, with its back to him, sideways Face off.

——That is a clown face that can only be seen on the stage.

The man tilted his head and completely lost consciousness.

On the operating table, Eredar, who was only wearing a pair of Batman limited-edition briefs, couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on her arms.

"Is he a pervert?"

The second-generation clown was wearing the clothes that had been prepared in the weapon bay of Bangya, complaining illogically and non-stop: "It's really disgusting, it can be hard on a corpse, this is a A mental illness, he needs a psychiatrist, Aunt Halle is actually good - I'm sure I'm going to have nightmares later!"

Bangya said calmly in his mind: "This is the result of your whim, Captain."

After getting dressed, Eredar began to search for the uniform in the closet in the cubicle: "I didn't do this on a whim."

Of course, Bunya would not believe this statement. In fact, four hours ago, when he heard his captain ask him to buy a Gotham flight ticket to the New Mexico airport, he wondered countless times whether it was his radio or not. Something is wrong with the system.

Bunya: "You can imagine what it would be like if you woke up 10 minutes later."

Eredar said without hesitation: "Please don't indoctrinate me with such anti-human thoughts, Bangya, I'm still a minor."

Bunya: "I know, there is a box of adult magazines that only adults are allowed to buy underage at home."

Eredar rummaged through a pile of clothes to find a set that was the same standard as the man just now, but it seemed that no one had worn the research uniform that hadn't even been opened, and put it on, and took a new mask and black After confirming that the disguise was perfect, he patted the wrinkles on his clothes and left the morgue on the second floor.

Along the way, he kicked the man in the crotch hard, and heard a comatose cry of pain with satisfaction.

Then he lowered his head and glanced at the watch strap on his wrist without a watch dial: "Ah, it's time to go to the [-]th floor of the prison to participate in their alien research experiment."

Bangya couldn't help reminding: "The defense above is completely different from the two layers below. Captain, even I can't immediately invade their defense network."

Eredar pressed the elevator button nonchalantly: "Of course, this is a prison created by Tony Stark. I checked before I came here. I can use Google better than you."

Bangya: "..."

The elevator door closed, and opened again after a few seconds of weightlessness. The scene outside was completely changed compared to the lower floor.

The structure of the dome prison has become the current connection mode after many improvements. There is no real so-called floor. From the top floor to the bottom floor, which is close to a kilometer, the entire prison has only the first floor, and around the prison, it is as long as There is no end in sight, and the spiral staircase is attached to the wall and spirals upwards. Inside the staircase is a densely packed honeycomb-like prison.

In the center of the prison is a high-speed elevator of Yinhua Technology. The elevator radiates out six solid beams of light every ten meters in a radial pattern, running through the surrounding stairs for people to walk up and down.Because the Dome occupies a large area, each staircase is wide enough to allow five patrols to walk side by side without crowding.

"Harry Osborn is locked up on the top floor, Captain."

Eredar looked up and said, "Oh, it's so high up here that you can't see the top."

Bangya: "The prison is surrounded by heat-sensitive rays. It takes 10 minutes to invade the central system. Given the density of personnel in the dome prison control room, I can stop the heat-sensitive rays for half an hour at most,"

Eredar snapped his fingers hidden under the white coat: "Half an hour is enough."

Bangya didn't know about Eredar's plan, anyway, his database calculation results showed that the possibility of robbing from the top floor of the Dome Prison in half an hour was only a decimal point, and it was still on a [-] percent scale.

He could only hope that the eredar would not give up on themselves enough to make a joke of their own lives.

After all, unlike Gotham, New York will not have a dark knight who firmly implements the no-killing code.