[Zhongyingmei] The number one black powder

In her sleep, Veronica heard a thundering alarm near her ears, so she suddenly opened her eyes and fluttered, and saw the vibrating mobile phone not far from her on the table, and realized that it was because of her Sleeping on the table, the sound will be so loud when it reaches the ears through the table.

Veronica stretched out her hand to turn off the persistently vibrating alarm, while leaning on her forehead to try to wake up.

But she must have been confused for a while, because the sound of the bottom of the plate colliding with the table sounded in front of her before she realized that someone had come to her.

She didn't even need to open her eyes to know who was coming - only one person in the laboratory under their house knew - a plate of scrambled eggs and sencha was placed in front of her, and those blue virtual screens that had been floating was waved aside. A gray-haired man in his 40s stood across from her, so she waved and yawned, "Morning, John."

"Morning." John looked at her casual reminder, "Your schedule shows that you have classes in the first two periods of the day."

"Yeah, yeah." Veronica nodded, and almost fell her head into the plate. Fortunately, John helped her in time. "Take it easy, if you plan to stay up late, you should arrange a schedule."

Veronica sat up straight again and began to scramble the scrambled eggs into her mouth, because she realized that if she didn't hurry up, she might actually be late, which was very immoral.

Veronica Violet is currently working as a physics teacher in Gotham Middle School. Her predecessor realized that physics is not the love of his life "accidentally" a month ago, so he "ran to the African savannah to find the real ideal" to go So, Veronica seized this opportunity and used some disgraceful means to coerce and lure all the competitors.

Of course, as a member of Hydra, Veronica's conscience is not hurting at all, and she quickly took office, intending to learn about the city through these students.

"Are you making a plan?" Veronica rubbed her neck when she heard John sitting opposite, flipping a screen to look at what she wrote.

She just wrote a little at night when she was updating the equipment for the Red Hood, most of which were complicated formulas and data, but the title of the document was very straightforward as 'Super Villain's Debut Plan'.

"Yeah, we've cleaned up the drug dealers in the West District, we have our own territory and resources, and it's time to open up."

"What are you going to start with?" John asked her, keeping his eyes on the screen. He curiously opened the plan book, wanting to see what shocking ideas are in this clever brain that has proven itself countless times so far.

However, when he turned to the first page, he saw that the first of the clear items listed above was 'to give a loud nickname', and the small print indicated 'not too complicated but with connotation, loud enough but not out of the ordinary, Sounds intimidating enough without being too creepy...'

So John looked up at the little girl, "This is your plan?"

"This is a great plan, a plan that will one day help me occupy my place on the super villain rankings." The girl replied proudly, snatching the plan from his hand and waving it aside.

Unexpectedly, the little girl who became so proud in a second had a guardian of such a grand goal in her heart: ...

So John rolled his eyes speechlessly.

"But we have to take it step by step. Let's set a small goal first, such as getting rid of the black mask tonight."

John: ...do you have any misunderstanding about the term 'small goals'?

However, the girl didn't seem to sense anything wrong in his silence, and continued on her own, "He has a complete transportation chain, and we can negotiate business with other local snakes in Gotham with this, since Jason If you don’t agree with our drug transactions, then we can sell weapons, as long as you and Jason can show the equipment I designed, people will come to ask.”

"Nowadays people look at the brand when they buy things." John suggested, "If you put a Hydra or AIM logo on the weapon, it will sell well."

"What? Do I look like that kind of person?" Veronica opened her eyes wide at the proposal and slapped the table indignantly, "The first priority of being a villain is to be moral and have a bottom line. No, we Absolutely cannot sell copycats."

"Technically speaking, you are also a member of Hydra, not a copycat."

"No." The girl shook her head again, categorically vetoing it. "You have to know that the weapons I designed and manufactured in Hydra are genuine licensed products produced by Hydra. I made them outside...they are parallel imports."

——It's as if your family didn't steal the technology from Stark Industries next door!

"..." John glanced at her again speechlessly, and sighed secretly, "You are the boss, you have the final say."

On the surface, John is Veronica's guardian, taking care of her life.But technically Veronica is his 'manager', he's a HYDRA combatant, they dragged him out of an explosion, made some 'small fixes', and then maintained Ronika took him away as her bodyguard, so he had to listen to her.

"That's right." Veronica nodded. She had finished her last bite of breakfast at the moment, stood up, hurried to wash and change clothes, and set off before the traffic jam completely.

John deliberately and slowly cleaned up the litter scattered on the table. He didn't sit down until he heard the girl's brisk footsteps hastily disappearing on the stairs, and opened the book that was just snatched by Veronica again. The plan—the girl didn't even think about encrypting this file—and under the first plan he only had time to read, there were several others, such as 'Choose a superhero who will fall in love with and kill me— —to be handsome','to position yourself—action type?Technology type? ''A uniform'.

The last item was associated with a file folder, so John clicked it in kindly, and several uniform sketches were listed in front of him, including but not limited to tight leather jackets, fishnet stockings, miniskirts, rivet boots, and even an unknown item. Is it possible to draw a tube top and backless outfit in the restricted class?

So John snapped the proposal closed, thought for a while about Black Widow's tights, Scarlet Witch's miniskirt, Canary's fishnet stockings, Wonder Woman's tube top uniform... Then he grabbed the phone next to him and pressed a number.The phone was picked up by Shanshan after it rang five times, and the voice on the other end was clearly sullen, "Hello?"

"I don't know about any weird fetishes in your superhero circle, but don't use them to poison Veronica."

The bewildered Jason who was woken up early in the morning, didn't wake up at all, and was yelled at for no reason: Huh?

Of course, after looking through the blueprints brought to him by John, Jason recalled his red and green scale shorts when he was Robin, his face was livid, and he and John quickly formed the "Correct Veronica's Bad Aesthetics" Union' is something else.

Of course, Veronica didn't know these things, nor did she know the unbreakable friendship that the two men quickly established because of a common goal.

Because she was flipping through a book on popular psychology at the moment, trying to find a way to manage this group of rich second-generation middle school students from it.

The solution was not found, because she was interrupted.

Carefully pushing open the office door, the boy who flashed in came to her side. She remembered this boy, his name was Tim Drake, and he was one of the few good boys in the class whose homework didn't seem to cause headaches.

"Miss Violet...I have a few questions I want to ask you." The boy said respectfully across her desk, holding a notebook in his hand, "about some topics in the academic decathlon competition."

She knew this competition was a national competition for middle school students, and each school sent a team of five to compete.As far as Veronica knows, Gotham Middle School has good grades, passed the audition and reached the quarterfinals, but she is not sure why the other party came to her.Because she is not a model teacher, she may not be a teacher at all, her mind is spinning too fast, and she doesn't know how to get along with students, so almost no students will come to her for extracurricular tutoring.

So she looked at the child, and took the notebook hesitantly until the expectant smile was about to freeze.

There are a few questions on it, and Veronica is not sure whether these questions should be understood by middle school students, anyway, there are no such questions in the handouts sent to her.She picked up a pencil from the pen holder and wrote the answers to these questions in the margins of her notebook, completely oblivious to the fact that she was supposed to be explaining something to the students at the same time.

During this awkward silence, Tim shifted his weight from his left foot to his right, finally realizing that his teacher might not say anything first.So he opened his mouth and asked with a cautious attitude, "Actually...my teammates and I...we hope you can be our instructor."

"What?" Veronica was startled by this topic. She looked up at the student and asked uncertainly, "Did you just say something?"

"We want you to come and guide our competition."

Visible to the naked eye, after Tim repeated this sentence again, Teacher Violet's face turned pale, and her lips trembled for a long time without saying a word.So Tim began to worry about whether he had offended the other party, and wanted to apologize and leave quickly.But before he could think of saying something, he was stopped by a gesture.

Then he saw the teacher and she quickly dragged the computer, called up the files of several classmates including Tim, and compared their report cards with the competition results, a series of dazzling movements with a sense of momentum , making Tim suspect for a moment that this person is possessed by Batman.

Finally, after a series of complex curve analysis, he turned his head and announced, "Judging from your current results, the possibility of getting No. 1 in the competition is very low, but judging from your personal growth curve, it has not yet reached upper limit, so we need to seize the time to formulate a study plan to improve your knowledge reserves in a short period of time."

Tim was taken aback by this set of menacing and orderly declarations. It wasn't until an hour later that he walked out of the office door with his notebook in hand that he belatedly wondered if he had made a move. A decision that stones itself in the foot.