The correct way to attack the villain

The mecha finally stopped next to the Life Insurance Building, the roof of a wide residential building.

The red and white mecha only appeared for a moment and then disappeared again in an instant. In the darkness, the two people who appeared on the top floor did not even attract the attention of the panic-stricken crowd downstairs.

"Where did you get all this shitty shit?"

Clayface got up from the ground, looked at the cloud of air behind the eredar, and even reached out to touch it.

Even invisibility should be somewhat tangible, but behind the eredar, there was nothing.

"Now is not the time to care about that, Mudface."

Eredar took out the controller of the Penguin reinstalled helicopter from his pocket: "The Stark special cargo plane should have returned to Gotham, now you go to Skyscraper to get the Penguin helicopter Come back. Be quick, don't get confiscated by the Gotham Police Department, or Penguin will kill me."

Mudface took over the controller, and dropped a lot of clods of dirt from the top of his head. Eredar guessed that he must have frowned again, or made some other expression: "Then what do you do?"

"Okay, what else can I do? The other party is Batman!"

Clayface thought about it, yes, what else could he do if he was caught in Arkham?

The opponent is Batman.

So he held the controller in his hand with peace of mind, and cheered up Eredar in a rare way: "You work hard, last time I was punched thirty times by Batman, I hope I can recognize you next time I see you Without you, at least my face won't be beaten into a pig's head."

Eredar couldn't help lifting his butt: "Go away."

So Mudface rolled, and he jumped quickly on the top floor of a high-rise building. At this moment, a dart crossed Eredar's cheek and flew in the direction of Mudface.

"Hey!"

Eredar took out the last small pistol in his back and shot it backhand.

The metal bullet and the black dart collided a hundred meters away, and both fell to the ground.

Eredar turned her head and looked at the figure hidden under the dark night of Gotham, only vaguely seeing his body line: "The referee hasn't announced the start of the game yet, you are fouling."

After talking about aiming at the target, it is three shots.

Bah, bah, bah, three times.

There was no hit at all.

"Tsk."

Looking at the fast-moving figure in front of him, Eredar threw the gun on the ground casually, drew out the dagger from his waist and pointed it at the person coming.

The pitch-black figure approached almost instantly, clenched his palms into fists, and swung them fiercely.

So fast!

Eredar only had time to see the afterimage of the punch, and a gust of punch hit his right cheek.

A normal person will definitely reach out to block in this situation, but don't ignore one thing.

He is a clown.

Thanks to the crazy style of play taught to him by his adoptive father, as a second-generation clown who has received intensive training since he was a child, he can't defend, is tired of defending, and even disdains defending, because the best defense is.

attack.

The dagger and the fist collided and brushed, the sharp blade cut open the opponent's chest, and the hard fist smashed into the opponent's cheek.

The eredar was severely beaten and sent flying.

His back hit the ground, his head was knocked sideways, and his head was buzzing. He had no doubt that if his smart mech hadn't blocked him at the last moment, he would have been beaten into a concussion.

The collar was lifted, and then pulled closer, the breath of the other party sprayed on his face when he spoke in a low voice, it was a smell of wine.

"who are you?"

Eredar stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, and tasted a rusty smell as expected, as well as sharp pain.

Mouth must be cracked.

He lowered his head and looked at the other person's chest that he had scratched just now. This was unexpected, the cut was quite deep, the blood flowed down, and the gray tights turned black, stained with wet marks.

The originally upset mood immediately became happy again, and finally had the desire to communicate with the other party.

"My adoptive father said something to me." Eredar raised his chin even when he was being held up by the collar, "He only feels pain when he laughs."

"Sniper, aim at that building!"

Officer Gordon, who rushed to the scene quickly after receiving the alarm, found the clown's traces from the special sonar search device almost immediately, and he immediately began to implement security deployment.

"I need special rescue teams and helicopters, and SWAT, right now!"

The scene was cleared, and the scene of the confrontation between Batman and the Joker attracted the attention of the guards.

"I don't think you should be thinking about who I am right now, Batman."

When Eredar said this, she couldn't help coughing twice, the wound at the corner of her mouth burst open again, and blood flowed out.

"5 minutes ago, I installed the bomb in your energy core. You probably already know the source of the bomb. That's right, it's the [-] kilograms of coulomb explosives looted from the Stark cargo plane."

"Eight thousand kilograms, not less than a catty, all concentrated in that small box. When the clock strikes twelve o'clock, it will—"

He leaned close to Batman's ear, touched his upper and lower lips, and said softly, "boom—"

"This kind of thing doesn't require you to make a choice."

The brakes behind him were activated at this moment, and the half-body mecha appeared behind Eredar again. The red and white mecha under the moonlight reflected the cool luster of the metal, floating firmly behind the clown, making it The person in front of him looks like a marionette controlled only by it

But all, anyone who has seen him like this will know that Eredar is the one who controls the mecha.

"Vortex engine, speed up, sufficient energy, emergency brake, turn on."

Eredar raised his right hand, and behind him, the mech raised his right hand as well.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at Batman, and while he was still digesting the last paragraph, he aimed and fired.

Liu Dao hit Batman, pushing him several meters away.

"What? Where's my bullet? Why did this kind of ghost come out!"

A childish and indifferent electronic voice came from the mecha: "You didn't install a magazine when you went out, Captain, I reminded you."

The eredar snorted. "Okay, my fault. So—"

"Goodbye, batman."

After finishing speaking, he turned around to leave, behind him was a gust of airflow caused by fast action, at this moment Eredar refused to admit that Batman's pair of legs full of explosive power, whose muscular lines could not be concealed by tight pants, were not for nothing .

In less than a second, he shortened the distance between the two again.

The mecha hadn't fully lifted into the air yet, and it was obviously not a wise choice to launch the grapple, so Batman simply reached out and grabbed the closest eredar to him——

Ass.

And fortunately, the other party's palm is big enough, the thumb is firmly against the tailbone, and the other four fingers even have enough space to bend and grasp his hipbone.

His toes hooked on the iron railing on the edge of the roof, and he grabbed the eredar tightly with one hand, actually preventing his mecha from taking off.

"—Hey, wait, wait, the script didn't work like this, it's different from what was said, let me go!"

"Gotham TV live broadcast, the latest news, the clown buried [-] catties of coulomb explosives in the ground of Gotham, and the explosives will be detonated as soon as twelve o'clock. The situation is quite complicated, and we are broadcasting professionals for analysis. Hello, Dr. Cool, please."

The scene changed, and in a laboratory, Dr. Cullen in a white coat began to explain: "I just hope that I won't scare everyone by saying this."

"Few people know that the tectonic plate where Gotham City is located is extremely fragile. In fact, there is no fulcrum under our feet. If the underground bomb explodes, these tectonic plates will fall apart. At that time, the whole of Gotham will be completely divided. "

In front of the huge news screen, Gotham News Radio broadcast this desperate news.

Because, until twelve o'clock, there is only 5 minutes left.

This news successfully diverted the attention of Batman who was clutching his ass.

Then, a short decision time.

With a release of his fingers, he let the Eredar fly, and ran towards the Life Insurance Building without hesitation.

On the horizon is the familiar, sharp, air-filled laughter of the clown.But at this moment, no one was in the mood to pay attention to the clown.

The camera captured figures running outside the Life Building, and then quickly disappeared inside the building.

"SWAT, keep up! You only have 5 minutes!"

Officer Gordon ordered, and the special event handling force that had been on standby filed in. By the time they found the entrance, Batman had already disappeared.

Inside Gotham's energy core, Batman quickly came to the bomb, on which was a countdown timer as Eredar said.

Unwrapping the ribbon like a gift box reveals the—

Three hundred leading lines.

And the thickest lead line is written in beautiful cursive characters.

"Choose me, choose me!"

New York time, eleven fifty-nine.

50 seconds.

All the citizens of Gotham stood in front of the big screen in fear, and the surroundings fell into infinite silence due to tension.

The subtle sobbing sound started from nowhere, and gradually began to fill the center of the city, becoming the only, only sound at present.

Countdown.

5, 4, 3, 2—

Time froze and paused here, and everyone closed their eyes subconsciously.

- 1.

The bell rang at twelve o'clock, and it sounded twelve times, a lot of times, spreading to every quiet corner of Gotham.

The last moment the bell stopped.

In Gotham's airspace, fireworks are raised.

The gorgeous fireworks exploded, and they were spelled into one line after another.

"Happy Independence Day, Gotham."

as well as.

"Happy birthday, clown."

……

"Hiss - take it easy."

In the rental house with bright lights and a spacious view, Song Mo sat cross-legged on the bed in his room, and Peter Parker took a cotton swab and gently applied medicine to the corner of his split mouth.

Song Mo's skin has always been fair, combining the skin tone of Europeans and the delicate pores of Asians, so any minor injuries will look very obvious, especially on the face.

Little Spider-Man looked at the corner of his mouth with a big bruise, and his lips were still a little cracked, and while applying the medicine patiently, he said: "Didn't you go to find a friend, why did you make yourself like this?"

Seeing Song Mo wince in pain, Peter also couldn't bear it.

Although Stark repeatedly told him that his new roommate was dangerous and kept him away from Song Mo, and even Mrs. Roland said that Song Mo was a complete bad guy, after getting along with him for the past two days, Peter really didn't feel that his new roommate Where is it so bad.

Although he stayed away for two nights in a row, Peter would definitely see his breakfast on the table when he got up early the next day, and it was very easy to live with him because he would take the initiative to clean the room every day , and even take this as a kind of fun.

He will not pry into your privacy, he will listen to you if you want to talk, and will skip the topic for you if you don't want to, so there will never be awkward silences when chatting.

He also deliberately set aside class time to accompany him to familiarize himself with Gotham.

Although sometimes Peter feels that he can't see through him, but who doesn't have any secrets of their own, it's nothing to be surprised about.

Song Mo looked at the little high school boy, and asked, "Did you go to the movies with your classmates today?"

Peter paused: "Yeah."

"Does it look good?"

"Quite good looking."

"Say what?"

Peter recalled: "The protagonist changed his name and surname to be an undercover gangster. He punished rape and eradicated evil in the police station during the day, and followed the gangsters to commit crimes at night to win their trust. In the end, the protagonist still managed to get rid of the criminal den. It seems that's about it."

"Ah, double life?"

Song Mo tore off the Band-Aid and stuck it on the wound while looking in the mirror, saying, "It's a very old-fashioned plot."

Peter: "No."

After packing up the medicine box, Mr. Parker stood up and said, "I'm going back to my room, you should go to bed earlier."

"Thank you." Song Mo lay down on the bed, with half of his face buried in the soft quilt, "It would be better if you could close the door for me by the way."

Seeing Peter pause, those blue eyes narrowed lazily again: "People always have special needs."

As if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, Mr. Parker's expression was blank for a moment, and then he suddenly reacted, and his pretty face quickly turned red.

The door was shut with a bang, cutting off Song Mo's sudden burst of innocent laughter, as if mocking someone.

Song Mo lay on the bed and smiled for a while, then put away his expression and pressed the corner of his mouth.

It hurts.

Pulling the curtains, he came to the mirror in the closet. The black T-shirt was very loose, and his chest could be seen by pulling the collar a little. Song Mo raised his neck and saw a circle of bruises a little above the collarbone.

Probably strangled while planting a bomb.

He stood in front of the mirror for a while, then turned around slowly, lifted up some denim shorts, and at a little above his thigh, he could clearly see four bruised handprints.

"Too bad, Bunya, I probably think about Batman when I sit down these days."

Bangya, his personal brain, was the core intelligence program that controlled the red and white mecha.

Now he is quietly staying in Song Mo's watch, his voice is still immature and cold: "He didn't write on your ass, Captain."

Song Mo clicked his tongue, put down his fingers, put on his pajamas and lay down on the bed.

Bangya thoughtfully turned off the light for him, and the night in Gotham tonight was unbelievably quiet.

Half an hour later, Song Mo, who was tossing and turning, opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

"Bunya."

The brain that was on standby was woken up: "What's wrong, Captain."

Song Mo: "He is so tall, I don't know if he is 1.9 meters."

Bunya: "Who?"

Song Mo: "The muscles are also very obvious. I suspect he may have nine-pack abs."

Bunya: "What?"

Song Mo: "And have you noticed?"

Bangya: "???"

Song Mo: "His ring finger is very long."

Bangya looked at the inexplicable blush on his captain's face, even though he didn't understand what the hell he was talking about, he still spoke dutifully.

"Please rein in yourself, your 'eredar' emerges, Captain."