[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

In the dark night, among the old gargoyle statues in Gotham City, a figure is hidden in the shadows that the lights cannot reach.

Batman stood on the high roof, watching the city with a little anxiety.

And the root of his uneasiness is that Gotham tonight is too "noisy".

While nights in the city are never quiet, occasions like this one are rare:

First, the Owl Council dispatched three "claw" assassins at one time to take Inspector Gordon's life, which was rare. Even he couldn't bear to fight three undead at once.

Then the gang of Assassins who didn't know how to learn their lesson and didn't understand what it means to give up smuggled a nuclear bomb in at the pier!

After he put down more than 30 members of the alliance with great effort, he found that it was a fake product. After some investigation, he found that the real product was made by land.

He rushed to intercept without stopping, only to find out after some fighting that it turned out to be a fake again!

All leads lead to the airport, but...

"It's too suspicious, it feels like it's deliberately guiding my actions—is the Owl Council cooperating with the Assassin Alliance?"

Batman whispered to himself, but then shook his head.

No matter how you look at it, there is no basis for cooperation between one group of villains who secretly manipulate the city and another group of villains who want to destroy the city.

"Then..."

——After eliminating all impossibilities, what remains, no matter how bizarre, is the truth. ——

"Ah Fu (Note 1), help me check the current situation in all key areas of Gotham City. It seems that there is a powerful third-party force trying to do something in Gotham City!"

After thinking about it, he added:

"The other party was able to get the Owl Council and the Assassin Alliance to cooperate with it, so there may be enough concealment means, don't be careless, and pay attention to any doubts."

"Yes, Master Wayne."

The old servant's reply quickly came from the headset:

"Well, then... hell! Sure enough, the airport is also a false target!"

But the next moment, Batman opened the hang glider behind him and jumped off the roof:

"Keep in touch! Contact me immediately if you have any news! I need to rush back to the pier now, the second ship of the League of Assassins is docking!"

——Yes, even if he knew it might be another trick to turn the tiger away from the mountain, but he couldn't afford to lose in this matter—even if there was only a 1% possibility, he didn't dare to gamble.

But his premonition was correct. Just as he was exhausted, an attack had ended in the Akarim Mental Hospital.

This place called a mental hospital, which was actually a prison for serious criminals, was shrouded in a faint mist. The guards fell all over the ground in the mist, and there were a few of them who were wearing gas masks but were violently knocked down.

The Akarim Mental Hospital has been breached countless times from the inside and the outside over the years, and it was once ridiculed as the Akarim Sanatorium.

—none of it, because it's never really managed to keep a super criminal behind bars until the end of their sentence.

But today, it was the first time it was "captured".

This result is normal.

Because there is no defense system in any prison, which is designed for physical damage to external lines, electromagnetic bombs (EMP) to disable electronic systems, anesthesia gas scrubbing, and air plane landing superpowers.

Ok.

Guantanamo (Note 2) may be a try, but at least the Akarim mental hospital in Gotham City is far from it.

And seven (Note 3) people of different shapes wearing gas masks walked quickly through the smoke.

"Okay, let's go and finish your mission."

When a group of people passed through the outer security area and entered the detention area, the leading black-haired woman clapped her hands and said in a muffled voice:

"I have other things to do, this cooperation is very happy, then everyone will say goodbye and there will be no date...

Deadshot, what are you doing? "

"Maybe I'm more reliable, so Amanda asked me to follow you and see what you want to do."

Following closely behind the girl, the tall man with a strange unilateral electronic eye also said helplessly:

"In case you do something irreparable, and in the end let us—let Amanda take the blame."

"..."

The world is so small, this was Tang Xuening's only thought after getting to know each other at first.

As in the previous reincarnation, the communication with Amanda Waller was very smooth, and the two parties even reached a cooperation agreement after only talking on the phone.

——According to Amanda: I believe in Luthor's vision——

Of course, the girl believed that the two sides reached a cooperation agreement so easily, because she brought the support of local snakes, the Assassin Alliance and the Owl Council, and their efforts made the attack much easier.

Then, the girl successfully temporarily joined this three-none team called Team X, which is said to belong to the FBI.

——Well, the fbi three-no team is very common in various film and television works, novels and biographies: no organization, no authorization, and no records.

Since I borrowed the strength of the other party, although I also contributed a lot in this cooperation, it is not unacceptable for the other party to find someone to follow me without touching the girl's bottom line.

"Okay, but don't talk while I'm talking!"

"Of course~"

The dead shooter pulled his hand on the position of the mouth, like pulling an invisible zipper.

Although this action seemed a little funny because he was wearing a gas mask, everyone understood what he meant.

Tang Xuening took the records she found on a poor guard and searched for them, and soon she came to the nearest destination.

Behind the transparent organic bulletproof glass door, because the independent ventilation system in the cell was not much affected by the poisonous gas, a man with half of his normal face and half of his face severely burned was sitting there silently, his face blank. Looking at the girl with an expression.

"Double-faced Mr. Harvey Dent (note 4), are you a good person or a bad person today?"

The girl squatted down slightly, and asked curiously after her eyes were level with her.

"Give me a coin."

The two-faced man replied gloomyly.

"Give."

A coin was sent in by the girl from the food window below.

"Ding"

With a crisp crashing sound, the coin bounced and then fell, returning to the hands of the double-faced man.

After taking a look, he grinned with a terrifying expression and answered the girl:

"I'm a bad guy today."

"Then can you please give me the actual object and design of your coin flying machine?"

The girl continued to ask indifferently.

"What good can I do if I give it to you?"

asked the double-faced man.

"Thanks from myself and countless Gotham citizens."

She answered jokingly, but the girl's expression was serious.

"I don't know you or that guy called Countless Gotham Citizens, and I'm not interested in your thanks."

The double-faced man fell back and lay on the bed.

"So now, if you don't have anything else I'm interested in, fuck off!"

"Mr. Double-faced Man, your answer is really..."

Facing the merciless answer from the double-faced man, the girl smiled.

Although the girl's upturned mouth was covered by the gas mask, her eyes almost narrowed into a crescent shape.

"It's really nice~"

"Great?"

The dead shooter following the girl was a little unclear.

"Yeah, as a bad guy, Mr. Double-Faced Man must be very clear about the circumstances under which he should confess?

And I don't mind taking out a few bad guys at all.

So I don't want to say it a third time - I want all the technology of your coin flyer now~"

While answering the dead shooter, the girl took out an exaggeratedly large pistol/gun. After fighting the clown and realizing her mistake, close combat with hot weapons was no longer an option for the girl.

Then she inserted the muzzle of the gun into the food window where the coin was handed out just now, looked at the double-faced man and said slowly:

"Look, this exaggerated thing is the very ~very~ famous Desert/Desert Eagle pistol/gun.

Caliber .50, nicknamed the "Wrist Bone Terminator" because of its large recoil, this gun was originally designed as a hunting/gun for hunting large wild animals-can you imagine what it looks like when it hits a person?

Of course, I can't aim at this angle, but you're also in an enclosed room surrounded by metal, so we hand your fate to ricochets, shall we? "

"Have you figured out which god to pray to?"

Looking at the double-faced man sitting up abruptly, the girl asked:

"Or a few more coin tosses until you agree to my request?"

……

In the empty corridor, the girl and the dead shooter started to move towards the next target.

"I am always thinking……"

After being silent for a long time, the dead archer who was following the girl finally couldn't help but asked the girl in front of him:

"If he is a good person today, are you going to do this?"

"Tell him I have a plan to save Gotham, then ask him to sell me all the tech for $1."

The girl stopped, looked back at the dead shooter and calmly answered his question, it seemed that the girl had already made plans for all possible situations.

"Of course, the price is negotiable, as long as it does not exceed my existing 530 three dollars and seven cents."

"What if the double-faced man doesn't sell it?"

Deadshot continued to ask.

"You know, a good person is not the same as being taken advantage of.

If someone asks me to hand over all my deposits to him, on the grounds that doing so can save my city, I will definitely destroy him immediately.

Is this when I'm stupid? "

"Then I will drag a few guards to him and tell him that if he doesn't sell these people, he will die."

The girl replied coldly:

"Good people don't just ignore death."

"Good people don't necessarily save people who have no relatives and no reason, do they?"

Deadshot continued to ask:

"Although some bad and good people may agree, most people will not agree after hesitation, right?"

"If his good personality can't even reach this level, then as one of Gotham's negative assets, I would rather not have the technology of the aircraft and send him to see God, and let God judge whether he is a good person or a bad person. Heaven or hell."

After finishing speaking, the girl ignored the dead shooter, turned around and walked forward:

"Hurry up, we have to visit a lot of 'high-tech talents' before other people find out the problem—next, scarecrow fear gas (Note 5) related information!"