The correct way to attack the villain

Song Mo was awakened by a sharp pain in his temple.

The first time he regained consciousness, he heard the intelligence brain in his brain say: "The self-awareness of the host has not been detected, the current is increased to [-] milliamperes, and released after the countdown is over, five, four—"

"Did you know that in some cases, if the human body is electrified with more than [-] milliamperes, it will cause death?" Song Mo's eyelids are heavy, and it is difficult to open them, but this does not prevent him from criticizing the inhuman way of awakening the artificial intelligence brain in his mind, " Do you want to drive the Hyperion to find the next captain?"

Bangya: "The data shows that your body surface resistance is 120 million, which is [-] to [-] times that of ordinary people. Even if you are thrown into water with [-] mA, it will not burn your hair." The artificial intelligence brain said After a pause, he added in an academically rigorous manner, "Oh, the premise is that it's not pure water, after all—"

Song Mo: "I don't need you to review junior high school physics for me. My foundation is very good, thank you."

Bangya stopped talking.

The strength of the limbs gradually recovered with consciousness, Song Mo did not open his eyes immediately, but confirmed his current situation a little bit.

If he felt right, this place should be an abandoned warehouse, or some other fully enclosed space, because there is no wind on all sides, and there is a musty smell of decay in the nostrils. , He is probably tied to the chair now, with his wrists around the back of the chair, the darkness in front of his eyes is not because he can't open his eyelids, but because he is blindfolded.

He could even analyze from the sense of touch that the thing covering his eyes should be a tie that someone had torn from his neck temporarily.

The core brain in the brain said: "Are you 'observing' here? Actually, you don't have to bother, I have already located the location here and sent it to the Gotham Police Department. If you want, I can alone Send another copy to Batman."

Song Mo said directly: "And then when my safety awareness has degraded to zero and I am in danger, will I use some bad reason for the signal to be blocked to automatically shut down again?"

After finishing speaking, he touched the key to another question: "So you can already surf the Internet, why don't you just take me out of here?"

He is not opposed to artificial intelligence having self-thinking and personality like Otto, and he has already given Banga Huberian [-]% autonomous control.

Then the core brain, which has [-]% autonomous control of Hyperion, said confidently: "They haven't lifted the signal interference to Hyperion, and the main program is still paralyzed, Captain."

"You might as well say that my current function is only to surf the Internet."

Song Mo said with a blank expression, "Then this is really great news."

The door of the warehouse was pushed open at this time, and the air flow brought up a burst of dust, which made Song Mo cough twice.Then, someone walked up to him.

"You woke up earlier than I thought," said the man.

Even the voice of the scarecrow who took off the hood seemed to be different. Even if the pitch was deliberately raised, it sounded like a normal man's voice.However, what he did next was not quite normal.

Song Mo felt something cold lift his jaw.That's the opponent's finger.

"Honestly speaking." Song Mo had to face the opponent with his head up, even though he couldn't see anything, "This is the first time someone has done this since I grew up."

Jonathan froze for a moment, then asked harshly, "So how do you feel?"

Song Mo didn't expect that one day he would be able to talk face-to-face with the scarecrow in such a friendly way, but even so, he said truthfully: "It feels disgusting."

Jonathan burst into laughter, and a few seconds later he reached out and wiped away the physical tears from the corner of his eyes: "It would be better if it was fear."

After finishing speaking, he raised the hand resting on Song Mo's chin, and pressed his thumb against his lips—this probably meant to keep him from speaking, or maybe to make his disgusting physical reaction more obvious , can be elected as one of Gotham's well-known villains, of course they don't want to see who is good.

Then Jonathan put a plate of something in front of Song Mo, it should be paint, because Song Mo smelled a smell of oil paint.

The brush was dipped in water, pressed into the viscous paint and melted, and then painted on Song Mo's face.It was cold to the touch, and Song Mo shrank back subconsciously.

"Don't move." The Scarecrow's tone was as light as he was talking to himself when facing his unfinished potion, "It will be fine soon."

The paintbrush smeared a large area of ​​Song Mo's face, as if he thought the tie was in the way, Jonathan picked it off with the paintbrush.Under the light above the warehouse, Song Mo couldn't help squinting his eyes.

Jonathan said "don't move" again impatiently, and Song Mo was forced to look at the face that was less than a palm-width away from him.On the hand of the other party resting on his chin, the other three fingers held a paint plate with only three colors of red, white and black on it.

These three colors are linked together, Song Mo can only think of one thing.

"Although I know you shouldn't tell me, I still have to ask." Because his lips were pressed, his words were a little vague, "Otto in the end—no."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"Give you to Otto, obviously isn't it?" Jonathan was still working on what he was doing, he dipped in red paint, this time, what he was going to paint was lips, "but unfortunately, he Failed, again."

"Your friend made the right decision—oh, that's a weird thing, why would Batman befriend the Joker?" Jonathan questioned his own words, and then went on, "He put The three ships Otto sent were blown to pieces, so logically the operation had to be terminated. So—"

As Jonathan said, he took a paintbrush and measured the lips of Song Mo's left and right faces, as if he was really a painter now. While looking at his works, he said, "What on earth do I want to do?"

Song Mo slowly frowned.

The biggest advantage of Gotham's bad guys circle is that there are thousands of flowers blooming. Everyone is crazy, but the pathology of each person's madness is different.No matter how good a clown is at guessing people's hearts, it is impossible to guess what they are thinking every time.

Fortunately, the Scarecrow had no intention of hiding anything from the beginning.At this point, these lunatics are miraculously alike.

There is nothing more enjoyable than revealing one's own conspiracy step by step in front of the defeated opponent, which is why every time the matter comes to the most critical moment, the ruthless villain always makes a passionate statement like a speech, even if They knew better than anyone else that they would be sent to Arkham by Batman who fell from the sky before they could finish their sentence.

Jonathan put down the last paintbrush and looked at the clown makeup from his hands with satisfaction.

"Do you want to know who is imprisoned next door to you?"

Jonathan said, showing his inverted triangular fangs.Without waiting for Song Mo to speak, he stretched out his hand and opened the door next door.

Song Mo saw more than a dozen people in ordinary clothes, tied up in a ball, with seals on their mouths.They wore uniform white shirts with their names, ages and residential addresses written in red paint.Without exception, they are all citizens of Gotham.

Everyone twisted their bodies in strange postures, as if someone was afraid that they would run away, so they directly broke their limbs.

"Batman rushed to the opposite place after finishing the mission of destiny. Guess where it is?" the Scarecrow said, as if he was about to take revenge, his eyes began to become stern.

Song Mo felt that he seemed to have guessed the scarecrow's plan, but the only problem in this plan was: "Why do you think he will abandon twenty Gotham citizens and choose to save a clown?"

The scarecrow spread his hands: "Then how does he know that I captured twenty Gotham citizens and hid them opposite you?"

Song Mo was stunned for half a second, then looked up at Jonathan.

There is no way to connect the scarecrow's external image with the delicate and delicate face. There is a natural melancholy between the eyebrows and eyes, which seems to be due to the nature of his previous work. As indifferent as a pool of stagnant water.

The Joker has never been keen on killing people, at least not his adoptive father.He likes to peel off the camouflage and defense of the target, and is happy to torture the other party into a lunatic, a mental patient, but he will not kill them, and the number of times he even uses violence is very small, because he thinks that death is the right thing for the people of Gotham the gift of liberation.

A scarecrow is like a butcher in a slaughterhouse by comparison.

In Gotham, no citizen disappears without Batman knowing.unless--

"They are all your subordinates."

Song Mo stated the fact expressionlessly. At the other end of the door, the group of scarecrow's subordinates began to struggle violently. They couldn't tell whether their expressions were more fearful or disappointed after being betrayed, and they were twisted abruptly. The hands and feet made their struggle look more like squirming in place.

Jonathan's expression was not touched at all, he closed the door again, and even pulled down the curtain of the small window on the door, completely covering the scene of the opposite warehouse.Obviously, he is not sure himself, knowing that there are twenty Gotham citizens in the warehouse next door, whether Batman will choose to save the Joker first.

This is not a life-and-death conspiracy, it's just a plan he had on the spur of the moment after the mission of destiny failed, and he didn't even think that this accident could cause much harm to anyone.

He knew he couldn't kill anyone, so all he could do was make them miserable enough.

"So—" Jonathan put on the scarecrow's hood, took out a remote control from his suit lining pocket and pressed the red button on it.

"Goodbye and good luck."

"Joker."

The remote control device was thrown on the ground, and the scarecrow laughed and walked away. The sound of the countdown to the explosion of the bomb sounded in the ear, and the time gradually accelerated and became rapid until the last extended beep——

boom--

The entire abandoned chemical factory began to explode from the farthest point underground, and the only small window in the warehouse could see the flames soaring into the sky. Thick smoke rushed in through the cracks in the door, and the fragments smashed on the door, leaving potholes and pits.

The explosion was getting closer and closer, and it was about to spread to his warehouse——

The uneven iron door was kicked open.

This is not the first time Song Mo has seen this kind of scene, as if every time he and Batman met would be accompanied by an explosion, the man stood at the door, his black cloak was torn by the turbulence He rushed up as soon as the door hit the ground.

Song Mo was dizzy. In fact, he was in a bad state since he woke up. It may be a side effect of the suppressor, or it may be because of the psychotropic drug. He couldn't capture those movements keenly. He could feel something severing the ropes binding his hands and feet while pressing his face hard against the hard armor.

He was wrapped tightly in the cloak, and he could smell a cold metal smell from the bat armor under his nose.The surrounding heat scorched the exposed skin, and the temperature rose rapidly.

The man led him through the wall behind him, and after a short period of weightlessness, he fell safely to the ground.

Meanwhile, downtown Gotham.

Twenty hours of 24 hours a day are used to broadcast global advertisements, and the other four hours are always occupied by other inexplicable villains. On the giant screen in People's Square, three sentences without beginning and end appeared.

"Twenty Gotham citizens."

"Change to a clown."

"Do you think he is the justice you thought? Wake up, there is no such thing in Gotham."