The correct way to attack the villain

"Hey, Dalton."

At the entrance of the first floor of the Dome Prison, S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and aircraft carrier pilot Melinda May stopped at the last of more than twenty inspection passages lined up in a line, and smiled at the bald little fat man inside through the glass: " Are you still used to the first day of work?"

Dalton smiled honestly: "Everything is fine, Agent May."

Mei nodded: "Then I'll go first, you work hard."

After the only Chinese female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. finished speaking, she turned and walked out of the special passage. At this time, a researcher wearing a mask walked into the inspection passage next to her. When she passed by, Mei couldn't help but stop.

She turned her head to look at the researcher who had walked into the inspection channel and was lowering her head to take out her pass. The long pause caught the attention of her companions. He looked at Melinda: "What's wrong, Mei?"

"Nothing." Melinda still looked at the researcher, "Did you smell it?"

"Smell what?"

"The smell of formalin."

"Formalin?" The companion squeezed his eyes strangely, "Since Stark Industries developed a super antiseptic factor, formalin has been eliminated for a long time. Formalin?"

Melinda didn't speak, her eyes still fell on the researcher.The researcher's passport has been verified to be correct, and now there is only one last check left.

"Please put your finger on the instrument."

Dalton handed out the detector with a professional smile on his face. It was a conical scanner with a nano-ball sensor, which was used to detect the personal chips implanted in the fingers of each staff member in the Dome Prison. .

Without hesitation, the researcher stretched out his index finger and pressed it on the scanner. The next moment, the scanner beeped, emitting a red light, and a mechanical female voice sounded at the same time.

"Personal chip not detected, please try again."

Melinda frowned.

Dalton handed the instrument out in a good-tempered manner: "Sorry, please press it again."

The researcher seemed to be in a hurry, the pair of blue eyes on the mask looked up dissatisfied, but he pressed his index finger to the instrument again cooperatively: "Please, layman."

"Personal chip not detected, please try again."

Dalton's good-natured face immediately wrinkled: "Sorry, there may be something wrong with your chip, I suggest you go to the relevant staff to confirm and reinstall one—"

"Comeon, do you know how long it takes to complete the process of re-implanting the chip? It takes twelve hours for the identity verification alone, and I have to go through it now." The researcher said impatiently, "I'm still in a hurry to give the professor Delivering potions, you know, they're always grumpy and hate being late."

Doton wondered: "But you are so unruly, I'm sorry I can't let you pass."

The researcher said firmly, "But there is no problem with my pass."

Dalton: "I can't let you pass, sir."

The researcher had no choice but to stretch out his index finger again: "Okay, then try again."

Dalton: "We've tried twice, sir."

The researcher tapped his finger on the small metal table on the workbench irritably: "Listen, new guy, I don't want to lose my job because of your broken system or your mistakes."

Dalton scratched the top of his bald head. It was indeed the first time he encountered such a situation on his first day in office, so he carefully checked the instrument and handed it out for the third time: "Okay, try again."

The researcher presses his index finger up.

"Personal chip not detected, please try again."

The instrument frequently sounded error prompts, and the surrounding eyes gradually came to focus. The staff waiting in line behind them were a little impatient. Small disturbances and complaints began to appear in the originally quiet inspection channel. Dalton looked around, and finally put the His eyes for help were on Melinda who hadn't left not far away.

The Chinese-American female agent frowned, pushed aside the people in line and pressed her hand on the researcher's shoulder without refusal: "Which department are you from?"

The researcher seemed to be taken aback by her sudden movement. He swallowed, and then, obviously lacking in confidence, he forced his neck and said, "I'm from the branch of the Academy of Fine Arts."

Someone around immediately made a clear and contemptuous voice: "People from the Academy of Fine Arts."

"They probably didn't know how to write the word quality since they were born."

Melinda said directly: "Come with me."

The researcher's eyes widened: "Why?"

Melinda no longer looked at him, she looked at her companion behind her: "The identity is suspicious, temporarily detained."

The companion immediately came up and clasped the researcher's shoulders. The researcher struggled and said, "Why?! There is no problem with my pass. What if your equipment is broken?"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. agent laughed and said, "Then why are other people's problems fine, but yours?"

As soon as the agent finished speaking, there was a sudden sound from around.

"Personal chip not detected, please try again."

There was a pause for the agent's movements, and then, each platform followed one after another——

"Personal chip not detected, please try again."

"Personal chip not detected, please try again."

"what happened?"

"It shouldn't be, I passed the inspection when I came down from the second floor just now."

The researcher broke free while the agent was in a daze, rubbed his shoulders and said confidently: "Look, I said that there is something wrong with your equipment?"

Melinda frowned and looked at the person in charge: "What's going on?"

The strength of this Chinese female agent and her inhumanity during her work are well known in the entire S.H.I.E.L.D. There is nothing wrong with the machine, and the staff who entered the inspection channel afterwards also received the system prompt of "identity authentication successful".

"Maybe the personal chip has expired."

In the end, Melinda got the answer from the person in charge. The person in charge gathered the dozen or so people with "expired chips" together, and began to identify them one by one and personally guide the method of chip implantation. SHIELD Agent She has no right to interfere with equipment matters.

She glanced at the researcher, and could only leave the hall with her companions.

"I have to say, Bunya."

The "researcher" stared at the back of Melinda's departure, and the body curve wrapped in the secret service uniform was looming under the curly long black hair. He whistled softly: "You can't tell that this is a 41-year-old girl just from her figure. Year-old female agent."

Bangya: "Yes, I can't tell from your behavior that you are just a 17-year-old minor."

Eredar raised her eyebrows: "In terms of wisdom?"

Bunya: "And your reckless sense of adventure."

The second-generation clown didn't take it seriously. Bangya saw that he had no intention of continuing to speak, and didn't even have the idea of ​​explaining a sentence or two. As an artificial intelligence brain with a well-developed emotional function, he felt very depressed.

Now he is almost sure that the invasion of the Vault was definitely not the whim of his captain as he saw on the surface. He didn't know how long the eredar had been thinking about this plan, but at least from the results, his plan was seamless .Just now he almost thought that the eredar used abilities to invalidate the entire internal system so that others could not pass the inspection, and this was what he was most worried about at the beginning.Because the internal system of the dome prison is systematic, and the huge prison only runs through this system, if you want to use supernatural powers to control such a huge internal network, every second is a strong burden on the body, and in order to prevent Hydra For the invasion of AIM, the system is equipped with a very complete supernatural intrusion sensing device. Once there is a slight problem with the eredar's control, not only will they not be able to go to the second floor, but they will be arrested on the spot.

But Eredar told him another solution to this problem with actions.

Why neutralize the entire system?What needs to be neutralized is obviously only a chip that is less than the size of a grain of rice in the fingers of a dozen people.

So he picked Dalton, who seemed to be the most talkative among all the channels, and chose the target of the invalidation chip in just tens of seconds of dispute.

This isn't the first time Bunya has felt this way.

It seems that as long as it is something he wants to do, he will never fail.

"The branch of the Academy of Sciences is not under our management. If you want to re-implant the chip, you can only apply to your superiors."

The person in charge had finished dealing with the chip issues of the first dozen people before it was the researcher's turn.He spoke in a business-like manner, but his tone was definitely not polite. After all, the relationship between Academy of Sciences and S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been very good.The researcher put on a embarrassed expression: "But I have a very important experimental result that needs to be reported to my supervisor, can you—"

"No." The person in charge was obviously not as easy to talk to as Datun, who was on the job on the first day.

"That's how it is." The researcher stopped the person in charge before he turned to leave, "You send someone to follow me up, the branch of the Academy of Sciences is on the second floor, I will come down immediately after I send the report to the instructor, no Wasting too much of their time."

The person in charge refused without even thinking about it, and the researcher said again: "Please, sir, this document is really important!"

At this moment, the voice of the staff on the second floor came from the intercom hanging on the waist of the other party: "Sir, there is something wrong with the inspection channel on the second floor. It seems that some people's ID chips have expired. Come and take a look."

The person in charge scratched his hair a little irritably, looked at the researcher in front of him who was relentlessly blocking him, and finally pointed impatiently at a staff member: "You, follow him, and bring him out immediately after handing in the report." .”

Dalton who was named: "Yes, yes, sir."

After the person in charge hurried up the inspection passage on the second floor, Doton slowly squeezed out of the small glass room.

He looked at the researcher: "Let's go."

The corners of Eredar's mouth ticked under the mask: "Okay."

Dalton led him through the special passage. After walking for a while, he found that the researcher did not follow, but stopped at the exit of the passage. The movement under the mask seemed to be whispering something.

Dalton gave him a strange look: "Aren't you going?"

The researcher looked up at him, his blue glass-colored eyes seemed to have turned into a clear and transparent color under the illumination of the dome prison skylight.He didn't reply, but was counting in a voice that Dalton couldn't hear clearly:

"590 eight, 590 nine, six hundred—"

"The heat-sensitive ray was released successfully."

The researcher's eyes are curved into crescents.

"Let's go, don't keep the professor waiting."

At this moment, the wall clock above the prison rang heavily.

It was exactly eight o'clock in the evening New York time, the last half hour of the invasion of the Vault.

Start the countdown.

Gotham People's Court.

"Bah—!"

The sound of the wooden hammer slamming down resounded in every corner of the courtroom, and the judge sitting on the judge's bench said loudly, "Now the verdict——"

"After discussion by the collegial panel, it is believed that the facts of the prosecutor's accusation of child sexual abuse, forced prostitution, and intentional homicide are not clear enough, and the evidence is not accurate enough. The public prosecutor accused the defendant of sexual abuse of children, forced prostitution, ignoring human rights laws, and intentional homicide. If it is not established, it is now declared according to the law, the defendant is not guilty, and he will be released in court. The court is closed!"

"Bah—!"

The second time the hammer fell, all the results of the trial were settled.

"Mr. Harvey Dent, as the most capable lawyer in Gotham, I am ashamed of your kindness." When he was taken out of the court, the former director of the Port Orphanage passed by the blond lawyer, and he smiled. With a full face, provocative and proud, "But not everything can be solved with a kind heart. I hope you didn't understand this truth when you were already in your thirties."

After speaking, he looked at Bruce Wayne who was sitting behind Harvey Dent: "Then see you next time, Mr. Wayne." After he finished speaking, he paused, and then said to himself as he walked out of the court.

"I don't know if I will have the honor of seeing you again. If so, I really don't want to be in court. It would be such a waste of time."

Bruce looked at the judges and jury leaving one after another, without speaking, and there was no expression on his face.The document in Harvey Dent's hand was almost crushed into a piece of waste paper, but in the end he could only say a dejected sentence: "I'm sorry, Bruce."

Bruce patted the other person on the shoulder: "It's not your fault, go back and rest."

After speaking, he stood up from his seat first, and instead of choosing to go out through the gate with the most media, he went around to the small gate.

The person who was notified to drive to pick him up was Ms. Jin Funi, a model worker employee of the company. As for how temporary the notification was, it could be seen from the pajamas on her body and her half-dried hair wrapped in a towel.Of course, she is also very happy personally, because after get off work, all the time spent serving the boss can be counted as overtime, and the salary is tripled. Who can live with the money.

At most, I wonder why Bruce already has a personal assistant and still comes to her every day.

"Go straight back to Wayne Manor, boss?"

"Ah."

The car turned around and exited the alley, passing Bruce's Aston Martin parked in front of the court surrounded by the media, and drove in the direction of Crescent Harbor.

"Unexpected result, master, so I told you to go for you." In the Bluetooth headset, Alfred said while washing the dishes, "Would you like salt-baked lobster or Pennyworth for dinner?" Family special cornflakes?"

Bruce sat in the back seat, pinching the space between his brows wearily.The phone vibrated at this moment. It was probably a text message from Harvey. You don’t need to read it to know that the content must be something like "Sorry" or "I didn't finish this lawsuit", and he didn't even have the mood to take it out to confirm. .

The man looked out the window. It was the nightlife of Gotham, where people couldn't help but want to indulge in it just by looking at it. It was probably the only thing Gotham had improved in the past ten years.

"Actually, it could have been won," he said suddenly.

The old butler carefully cleaned the coffee cup that was stained with coffee because it had been left overnight: "So you are blaming Song Mo for not being your witness in court?"

Bruce sighed: "He's a sin—" He paused, glanced at the back of Gifni's head, and changed his words, "He's not the same person as us, he doesn't have that obligation, and we don't have the right to ask him to do it for us. What."

Alfred said in a tone of seeing through everything: "If you really thought so, you wouldn't have hung up on me at this time."

Bruce didn't speak, he lowered his head and squeezed the space between his brows.Alfred didn't speak again. No one understood Bruce Wayne's thoughts better than him. When he was thinking or deciding on something, no one could influence him unless he figured it out himself.

So he changed the subject: "If you have nothing else to say about your dinner, I'll do what I want."

Bruce replied absently, "Yeah."

The old butler: "Then you can add some raw vinegar to the creamy soup?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

The old housekeeper: "Adding two peppers for dessert seems to be a good choice."

Bruce: "Yeah."

The good upbringing of a gentleman prevented the old housekeeper from rolling his eyes immediately: "Your not picky eaters will definitely become a role model for all Gotham children, and by then the richest man in Gotham will have one more thing for the media to discuss and that is-- wait wait."

Alfred, who was washing the dishes, stopped what he was doing, then turned off the faucet, picked out a coffee saucer that had been soaked in water by the light above his head, and stuck it firmly on the white porcelain saucer. Thin to almost transparent white paper.

A string of addresses was written on the white paper.

"5, Block B1013, Roland Community, China Street, west of Nottingham Park, Jim Dylan...?" The old butler searched for all possible people in his memory, and finally found that it was indeed an unfamiliar name, "Do you know this person?"

Bruce thought for a while: "I don't know."

The old butler: "Then why did you write his address on the coffee cup?"

The man fell silent.

After about two or three seconds, he suddenly asked, "Which coffee cup is it?"

Alfred: "Get that from your room in the morning."

Then he heard Bruce Wayne say in a deep and undeniable voice, "Stop."

Immediately there was a screeching sound of tires scraping on the road from the other end of the phone: "Report the address again, Alfred."

Alfred could only report the address again, and then his young master hung up the phone after saying "I will contact you again if something happens".Listening to the beeping tone on the phone, the old butler reacted belatedly.

This neighborhood...

Isn't that where Song Mo lives?

The distance between Roland Community and the People's Court is not too close, and it was four or 10 minutes later when they arrived.At [-]:[-] in the evening, for those good people who don't put their lives behind because they are keen on Gotham's nightlife, most of them have gone home, closed the doors, locked the windows, and sat in front of the TV to watch What accidents happened in Gotham at night.

Bruce didn't let Ginferne follow him, and walked out of the back seat alone with a suit jacket.This is not a high-end community, there is no gate control, the street lights are not turned on, and the surroundings are pitch black, only a dilapidated big iron gate that is still open.The wind was a bit strong at night, and the bushes in the community were rustling.

He looked up at a certain room on the top floor. The light in that room was not turned on, and the two windows were completely dark. Either the people living in it had fallen asleep, or there was no one there.

And Song Mo obviously belongs to the latter, maybe he is wearing his clown mask and planning a prank with enough noise in some corner of Gotham right now.

He once came to this community once to eliminate the induction landmines planted by Otto's men around Song Mo's residential area, and his only impression of this community was that the law and order was poor, but this probably just suits someone's appetite.

Bruce withdrew his gaze. According to the address, he walked towards the room on the first floor of the complex. The windows on both sides showed warm yellow lights. He stood at the door, raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and knocked down.

Footsteps were heard in the room very quickly, and the door was opened by a young man with brown hair and blue eyes. He was stunned for a moment when he saw Bruce Wayne, and then revealed that every ordinary citizen would see the richest man in Gotham. The expression shown: "Bruce, Bruce Wayne?!!" probably felt that it was impolite to call him by his first name, so the young man stammered and changed his words: "Mr. Wayne, sir?"

Bruce nodded: "Excuse me—"

Before he finished speaking, the young man screamed and ran back to the living room: "Jim! Jim, come out and see who is here! My God, it's real, it's real, it's real! Go, go, go!" I don't know what to say!"

Soon, another man came out. When he saw Bruce standing at the door, he was stunned for a moment, his eyes flashed with surprise, but he was not as gaffe as the young man before.

He smiled bitterly and said, "When I saw the lawsuit you filed on the news, I guessed that someone might come to me, but I didn't expect that it would be you."

He extended his hand politely: "Jim Dylan, it's an honor to meet you in person, Mr. Bruce."

Bruce reached out to shake his hand back, then took it back immediately.He stretched out his hand and pinched the cuff of the suit shirt. To be honest, he still couldn't confirm the identity of this person, but it didn't hinder him: "You are related to this case."

The man's voice was low and determined, as if he already knew everything and just came to him to confirm.Dylan didn't doubt it either, he sighed: "Yes, I was indeed the treasurer of the orphanage back then."

Bruce raised an eyebrow.

Jim took a step back and turned sideways slightly, giving way to an aisle, begging: "I don't want more people to know these things, can you come in and say it?"