[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

If there is any language in the world that can be communicated in any situation, it is probably "beauty".

The cultural differences between the East and the West, from thought to language to writing to tradition... just like the hemispheres between them, they cannot overlap for thousands of years.

But the ultimate beauty is inseparable from nationality, race, gender, and even life and death.

The young man who was sleeping deeply in the metal cabin had an appearance that was incompatible with the modernization of the entire base.

He was wearing a loose white linen robe, exposing his sickly pale hands and feet due to not seeing the sun all year round, like a white porcelain statue in a velvet box.

His face is also bloodless. Compared with the warm jade skin ten years ago, today's youth is a little more sick, but it does not damage the oriental features of the facial features.

——The ink eyebrows are long and suitable in shades, and the edges and corners of the face are moist, like the Yuhua stone polished by spring water, which reminds people of the gentleman in ancient oriental poetry who is cut like a knife, cut like a grinder, and is led by Shi Lanxi to Du Heng.

Such a gentle person should sit in a log tea room, or sit in a classroom of Chinese and Western cultural exchanges...

Or just simply walking on the street, attracting whispers, blush cheeks, and bold eyes from girls and even boys.

But obviously most of the "suits" in this world are difficult to achieve.

He was lying in the cage that had imprisoned him for ten years, his breath was heavy, his eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't seem to have the energy of being a "human" at all.

Alger's eyes turned red when he saw Percy.

If we simply talk about the friendship in youth, Alger, who joined the "family" when he was half a child, may not be more dependent than Nightingale - he was already a young man with the ability to support himself at that time, with a strong physique and a violent personality. Children and even adults in the black street would not easily mess with him.

During the few years when he joined the Bingshan restaurant, although the relationship between the three remained the same as before, the distance in life gradually opened up.

However, death and rebirth brought him and Percy to the same position again.

No one else can be trusted, they are the mutual pillars in this cold base, which makes the importance of Posey to him not dimmed with the passage of time, but deepened with time.

It's a pity that Alger's ability comes from Percy, and Percy's lifeline is firmly in the hands of the base. It is hard to find a chance for them to get rid of control. It was not until the "awakening" came that Alger used the deployment of the past ten years to send the news to the base. Pass it to the outside world, attracting the attention of vigilantes everywhere.

If the base hadn't been moved to Gotham, Alger had no intention of disturbing Nightingale, who already had a stable life.

This is their little sister, their only sister.

If she hadn't been involved in Gotham's case no matter what, they certainly hoped that she could live smoothly all the time.

By now.Alger thought.He will do his best to protect her safety.

……

The slowly opening hatch, the mutants confronting each other, and the dead clown.

The scene of the underground base was transmitted to the dark place by the internal monitoring system not connected to the external network—to the hideout of the management of the mutant manufacturing base.

Most of them are ordinary people. What is extraordinary is their power, ambition, and net worth.

In the meeting room with layers of protection, gentlemen and ladies in suits and leather dresses wear pale bird masks, and their hollow eyes are hollowed out into pointed ovals, revealing various eyes with plump skin or deep crow's feet.

—This is a member of the Court of Owls.

The members at the other end have their own distinctive dresses, and they don’t look so “Gotham”. The clothing and jewelry have styles from all over the world, which is evenly divided with the relatively large number of members of Gotham’s local forces.

— This is a league organized around the world.

The meeting room was very quiet at the moment, and it was impossible to see that they were still arguing with each other because of the defection of the "Claw" member Red Hood ten minutes ago, trying to occupy the high ground to gain greater benefits.

... In fact, the owl court is also very aggrieved.

The fact that Jason Todd is the Red Hood naturally reveals the secret that Bruce Wayne is Batman.

But the clown's madness took advantage of them all

The joking lunatic is obsessed with the fact that "Batman is his destined opponent alone", and he wants to use Jason Todd as the silver bullet after his return, so as to play with Batman's heartstrings.

The result is overturned)

As the secret rulers of Gotham, they are not only dissatisfied with Batman, but also dislike the scourge of the Joker, who can't be killed anyway.

But that doesn't mean they can just watch the clown die at such a juncture.

If the clown hadn't gestured towards the surveillance camera before being killed by that horrible woman, they might not have forced themselves to sit where they were.

That gesture means that everything is going well with the plan.

……

Boom——boom—boom.

From quiet, to slow, to normal frequency.

Nightingale heard Percy's heartbeat.

His thin chest began to rise and fall, and his eyelashes also trembled slightly, as if the curse that had been sleeping for thousands of years was broken, and the vitality returned to the body that carried the soul again.

Her brother seemed to be waking up.

As soon as this idea came up, the orange flesh that Nightingale had peeled one by one also stopped in the air, glowing with moist orange water.

Her thoughts were very focused, but the awakening process of the youth in the cabin was not affected in any way.

Nightingale immediately realized that her abilities were almost useless in front of this Posy.

The girl immediately connected this situation with the fact that "she was unable to cure Posey's illness back then".

……

As time ticks.

The pipes connected to the whole body of the "Giant Egg", which had not moved before, lit up and hummed when they were running.

They are like ocean pumps, and they are also like giant loudspeakers, pumping air and emitting weird sound waves.

The first thing that went wrong was the suppressed man-made mutants.

Warren Worthington III soon realized that something was wrong with the "fake Angel" who had been standing three meters away from him.

He suddenly curled up on the ground, and the steel feathers on the wide wings began to peel off one by one—at first they fell with a clanging sound, and then the remaining steel feathers on the wings shed their hard shells and transformed into Ordinary white feathers floated sparsely around.

Afterwards, his wings shrank visibly with the naked eye, and his strong muscles and bones suffocated dryly. Accompanied by the howling of the false angel, it was so brittle that it would break if poked.

He wasn't the only one who had changed.

The invisible force field swept across the entire underground base with a force of destruction, and all the "artificial" mutants present—except for Alger, who was standing beside Nightingale—were sluggish in unison.

The flame that was no longer hot because of the nightingale's rules struggled to extinguish a few sparks and completely extinguished.

The already suppressed hurricane couldn't even blow a single feather.

The giant mutant who was suppressed by a group of people began to shrink, and the sound of bone crackling and shrinking made the scalp tingle—her prototype was actually a dwarf, and her face looked a little handsome, but it was a pity that she was tortured by the extreme pain. Distorted and hideous.

The power of countless artificial mutants was drawn from all directions in Gotham.

Outside the Arkham Mental Hospital, Director Gordon was surprised to find that the seemingly endless group of hybrid mutants had shed fish scales, snake pupils, and bird wings, rolling and twisting in the ruins and in the water.

It was as if their strength and spine were taken away in an instant, and they faded back to the appearance of ordinary people, leaving only an insignificant breath left.

...they probably won't survive tonight.

This thought flashed through the director's brain, even the gcd leader who is used to life and death, the man's heart froze slightly.

……

In this massive, overwhelming transfer of energy.

The youth in the underground base slowly opened their dark eyes without focus.

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