Little Cute Survival Guide [Comprehensive English and American]

Gothic architecture is like the protruding barbs on the back of a dragon. When night falls, the dark city that breeds crimes all the time is finally covered with cold and gloomy moonlight, and a dark bird flies across the moonlight. Color bat shadow.

Batman put away the shackle, swept across the night sky silently, and crouched on the gargoyle on the top of the Gothic building.

"Robin."

The hoarse and deep voice of the bat monster in urban legend was swallowed up in the air by the night wind: "Report the situation."

It's twelve o'clock at night, Robin has changed into the night watch uniform, he looks cold and violent, there is hardly any warmth in his dark blue eyes, not at all like when he was facing Ruan Ruan or Bruce Same.

"Our target got into a black sports car after leaving the banquet, and the locator coordinates made three laps in Gotham."

Jason was lurking in the darkness. Domino's cold eyes locked on his target under the mask, and the tight jaw line was clear and sharp: "Ryan Houston, this cunning cobra, he already knew that someone was secretly watching him."

Of course Houston wants to prevent the Scarecrow from being black and black, but the news that the gas transaction site will be set at the Houston chemical plant is just a cover, because he is more afraid of Batman.

Fortunately, Bruce had expected this.

"...their course is drifting toward Gotham Harbor."

Robin followed the black sports car not too far away, shot a hook at the blind spot of the rearview mirror, and lightly jumped to the top of the building: "The coordinates have been sent."

After recalling the geographical location and architectural structure of the port, Batman frowned imperceptibly, followed behind the scarecrow like a silent shadow, and fixed his gaze on the silver-gray suitcase in his hand.

After confirming that the Scarecrow hadn't noticed that he was being followed, he pressed his cold fingertips on the side of the goggles and connected the communication from Mr. Butler: "Alfred?"

"There's a little problem, Master Bruce."

Alfred's dignified voice came from Batman and Robin's earphones at the same time, and the old butler obviously thought of him together: "If I remember correctly, there seems to be a reservoir in Gotham Port that has not been completely abandoned by the government. .”

Batman looked up at the port not far away without saying a word, his pale lips under half of the mask formed a sharp arc, and he confirmed hoarsely: "There is indeed a reservoir that has not been completely abandoned. According to statistics, it supplies water to about one in six households in the suburbs of Gotham."

"Looks like we've run into a little trouble."

Jason added the next sentence for Batman: "If the fight with the scarecrow leads to the spread of fear gas, it may pollute the water source of the reservoir. It seems that this is my job tonight."

Close the water gate in advance to prevent the scarecrow from making small moves, and prepare to record the video of the Houston family buying and selling poison gas by the way.

After all, it's not that the Scarecrow hasn't done such a frantic attack on the whole of Gotham. Batman has stopped his crazy plan not once or twice, and Gordon has been troubled by the Houston family for a long time.

Batman and Robin soon decide to split up.

"If you need to act alone, please pay attention to safety, Master Jason, and don't be impulsive."

Alfred reminded him a little worriedly: "This Mr. Houston has a cautious personality, and his face project is in place. If the Gotham police didn't get the transaction video, Director Gordon's arrest warrant might not be approved."

Jason snorted unhappily, frowned and said, "Impulsive? Did you say that to Dick too?"

"Of course, every Robin has this problem."

"That's not a bad thing," Alfred said.

But the second-generation Robin has cut off the communication connection.

"Hung up? Young people are just so impatient."

Alfred glanced at the coordinates on the screen, and sent a message to Jason who was following Ryan Houston: "Remember your coordinates are in the reservoir, flying fish balls can let you breathe underwater, but they can't help you filter toxin."

After sending this message, he poured Ruan Ruan a cup of hot milk tea—very obvious discrimination, because the supper waiting for Bruce and Jason was wolfberry lotus leaf tea and hibiscus osmanthus cake full of Chinese old-age health.

"Grandpa Alfred, don't worry."

Ruan Ruan held her soft cheeks, and said to Alfred very understandingly: "I know what Brother Jason is thinking in his heart. He always compares himself with Ye Yi unconsciously."

The little girl cleared her throat, put on the cold expression of the second-generation Robin, and said according to Jason's personality: "I will prove it to you, I am the best Robin in Batman just like Dick, and I will also chase after him." On my target, Nightwing!"

It can be said to be very vivid.

Alfred listened to Xiao Hualuo imitating Jason's milk voice, and said gently: "It seems that Master Jason has indeed shown some of his feelings for Master Dick very clearly."

Jason was miserable Robin, the whole family knew he admired Dick, but he was too embarrassed to admit it.

Xiao Hualuo obediently drank the milk tea, and then focused on the display screen of the console. She knew that Alfred and Bruce would keep in touch, so she didn't dare to make jokes anymore, because it might distract Bruce.

At this time, in the semi-abandoned reservoir not far from the port of Gotham, Batman squatted silently on top of a strong metal beam, watching condescendingly from a dirty battle between super criminals and capitalists. trade.

"Mr. Klein, are you really unwilling to cooperate with the Houston family? I can offer double the price."

Ryan Houston's viper-like gaze was full of reluctance: "Besides me, Gotham will not have a second family business willing to cooperate with you, and I can guarantee that you can be equipped with the most advanced laboratories and the most rigorous researchers. "

"There's always a fine line between a sweet young man and a fool."

The Scarecrow could hardly control his sharp sneer. He hooked a silver suitcase with the blade of a sickle and threw it at Ryan Houston dismissively.

"This is what you want, we pay for both."

He said faintly: "If you want to control fear, you must first become fear itself. Fear itself is not poison."

The Scarecrow used to be afraid of crows, and now he has a crow by his side. Later, he was afraid of Batman, and he began to try to touch bats again. He is keen on all fears.

Ryan Houston's expression became less friendly. He checked his trading items, and his tone slowly became threatening: "Are you sure?"

Obviously, they had long expected that the negotiations might break down, and even thought they could use force to suppress the Scarecrow, so they had already prepared a gas mask and even brought a silencer pistol. He thought he was Batman?

Batman's pupils shrank subconsciously, vaguely aware of what was going to happen next, he immediately tightened the line of his jaw, and calmly sent a signal to Jason.

Sure enough, the Scarecrow was enraged by Houston's actions: "I don't know where you have the courage to threaten me..."

The scarecrow's cold aura was almost completely hidden in the darkness. A pitch-black crow was parked on his skinny shoulders. The sound from under the sack hood was the same as that of the red-eyed crow, which was unpleasant and uncomfortable.

Ryan Houston made a secret gesture, and David Houston, who had been following behind him, quickly took out two gas masks and prepared the scarecrow's neurotoxin at any time.

"You're right, I do need money for experiments, but don't think I don't know who you're in contact with, Luther's kind of foreign stuff don't want to get into Gotham's water, Superman has nothing to do with Gotham, My opponent is Batman."

The scarecrow's stiff muscles twitched, and he said a little strangely: "I didn't want to do it so fast..."

The killing intent in this sentence was too obvious. The expressions of Ryan Houston and his younger brother David changed, and the two of them put on the gas masks they had prepared long ago without hesitation.

Under the dark night, Batman also depressed his handsome face—who is most likely to be threatened by the poisonous fear gas when Luthor is involved?

It's Superman.

No one can restrain an uncontrolled Superman, and how much will Superman regret after waking up?

Batman threw out a pitch-black claw hook from his waist without hesitation. The moment the Scarecrow and Ryan Houston moved, he quickly grabbed the rope and jumped off the crossbeam, first stopping the Scarecrow's poisonous gas equipment.

But in the next second, Ryan Houston fired three shots at the scarecrow in front of him with red eyes, as if he saw some invincible opponent or terrible monster.

Of course, all his bullets missed.

"Little brat, you're not the only one who will quietly keep a hand."

The Scarecrow who was kicked three meters away by Batman sneered: "The suggestion and hypnosis have already started. As for the toxin, oh, Batman came late, it's on that suitcase."

Batman unknuckles Ryan Houston and tosses the gun to Robin who closes the floodgates and comes to fix it.

The wide black cloak behind him is like a devil's bat wings, covering the strong and smooth waist and leg curves under the bat suit, and also showing a terrifying giant bat projection on the wall that is watching Gotham all the time.

Jason patched the necks of the two Hustons, and said to the Scarecrow, "That's it."

"So far? No, no, no, much more than that."

The Scarecrow got up from the ground and smiled strangely: "Batman and his Robin... I knew I couldn't escape your eyes, so I prepared another gift for you a long time ago. interest."

He is so self-aware that countless struggles have given him the answer - in Gotham, no criminal's every move can escape the eyes of Batman.

The super criminal asked slowly and maliciously: "Batman, do you know why I chose this location? Do you know how many people this reservoir will supply water to?"

Batman can guess what he did without a scarecrow.

——This is usually an old trick of the clown, but the scarecrow is not without similar criminal records. As long as the suitcase bomb explodes, the poisonous gas will spread out, pollute the water source of the reservoir, and even affect ordinary people near the port.

Under Batman's icy white goggles, a pair of deep and sharp steel-blue eyes looked at the silver-white suitcase—the reservoir has been closed, and this is not a big problem, but a large amount of poison gas leakage will still cause Influence.

And that very likely ticking time bomb from the Joker.

The scarecrow picked up his scythe again, and the seams of the sack-like mask looked like the rift man in a horror story, and each seam looked like a sharp tooth.

He confidently walked towards the exit like a clown, without even turning his head, obviously full of confidence in his plan: "The sluice is not far away, but the poisonous gas will definitely leak before closing it, choose the bat, it is to take Should I send it back to Arkham, or should I be afraid of poison gas leaking?"

His crow flapped its wings, quacked and flew away.

There is no need for Batman to answer him, Robin has already given him the answer with an iron fist. Although there is a clear gap between Scarecrow's melee combat and Batman's, it is not too bad, but he is too confident in himself...

"Second question, the sluice has been closed, you and your fear gas can't escape, the first question..."

Jason simply patched the back of his neck neatly, and the second-generation Robin said blankly: "One-sixth of the users in the suburbs of Gotham, repeat, you are finished."