The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 1696 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave ([-])

No.1 holding a knife on the screen said that the viewing angle walked for a long time in the dark corridor, and when he went up to the first floor and opened a door at the end of the corridor, the scene suddenly became bright, and the whole picture was blurred. Brightened up.

But when the initial dazzling light disappeared, what appeared in the eyes of everyone was simply a monster with all kinds of strange appearances.

The room was divided into two sides by a huge poker table. Standing against the wall on the left side was an extremely strong giant with mud flowing all over his body.

On his right side is an equally burly green monster with green skin, cold-blooded animal spikes on its upper body, and a crocodile-like mouth.

On the right front of this terrifying crocodile man, a fat man wearing a purple-red pig-head mask is casually stroking the surrounding playing cards. His white apron is stained with black blood that cannot be washed off. kitchen knife.

Behind him, half of her body was blocked was a black-haired woman with a decadent expression and her whole body covered with fine silk threads. A terrifying doll stood behind her and was being manipulated by her to make strange expressions.

The first one on the right side of the table is a half-human, half-bat monster with dark brown wrinkled skin, two big wings, and extremely sharp canine teeth that ordinary bats don't have. Looking for something.

Sitting on the left side of the sofa behind him was a man in a green suit. He was trembling slightly, and he kept chanting something, which seemed to be some mathematical formulas and theorems.

On the right side of the sofa is a bald man in a white coat and a pair of round lenses that reflect the cold light, and beside him is leaning on the armrest of the sofa with a tattered sack on his head, as if he just came from A stiff man walking out of the field.

At the end of the room stood a short figure, wearing an extremely exaggerated bright green suit, and a huge top hat on his head, holding a teacup with intricate patterns in his hand, as if drinking afternoon tea leisurely.

And near the back door, a woman with red and blue hair highlights and exaggerated makeup on her face, a man covered in bullets is playing spider solitaire on the table, and behind him is a man with a shark head.

"Shit!"

Everyone who saw this picture couldn't help swearing the dirtiest swear words they could swear. Jarvis patted Wanda's shoulder lightly with his hand, and said, "I know what you mean by weird." .”

Wanda shook her head lightly and said, "The weirdness is more than that. This little girl who had a relationship with me told me that this group of terrifying monsters is also a fanatic of superheroes."

"what???"

"We didn't come here to play cards to pass the time. Guys, we have to come up with a good idea to take back our city, and more importantly, take back Batman. Do you want to see him walk away like this?"

"Hugo, that's easy for you to say." The little man who was drinking tea took off the huge hat on his head, turned it around twice in his hand, and said with a cold snort: "Batman ran away like a coward, Leave us here, and of course we, uh, of course we should destroy his city for what he did to us!"

"Hugo, are you really planning to cooperate with that stupid woman Amanda?" The scarecrow-like man beside him turned to look at the doctor called Hugo, and said, "You know she's stupid as hell, She actually wants us to work for her?! I really don't know how she survived to this day!"

"We have no other way." A low voice sounded from the other side of the room, as if it came from the mud, and the huge monster made of mud opened its mouth and said: "Now the chaos outside seems like a world war broke out, and the bats Xia actually abandoned his city at such a critical moment, and even the Joker didn’t know where he had gone.”

"Correct me, I don't know where Batman went." Harley Quinn glanced back at the situation in the room, and then said with a lack of interest: "I can't even find the clown at all, and I don't know my dear biscuit Hide somewhere and have fun on your own, that's pretty damn good."

"We can't go out with our bare hands." The man beside Harley Quinn said, "I know how intense the firepower is outside, and the whole city is almost destroyed."

"If you want me to say, that's fine." Harley Quinn rolled her eyes and said, "Although the head of the FBI agent has bad intentions, no one here is free. She wants us to work for her. Naturally, you should show some sincerity."

"Hugo, you haven't said what Amanda wants us to do?"

"Hmph, there's nothing to say, it's just the same old routine." Hugo pushed his glasses and said, "She may think that the chaos in Gotham is her once-in-a-thousand-year opportunity to intervene in this city, and she feels that her biggest obstacle is Wei Wei. En Group, and maybe in fact, she never beat Bruce Wayne."

The monsters let out a series of shrill laughter knowingly, as if it was a big joke that these two people would be compared together, but they were all silent, and no one explained the joke.

"So? She doesn't want us to kill Wayne?"

"She wants conclusive criminal evidence." Hugo stood up from the sofa, walked to the poker table, tapped the table with his hand, and said, "The kind that can be used to threaten Bruce Wayne to cooperate with her." Evidence, she implied that we can fabricate it, as long as it is released, it will cause a major blow to the Wayne Group in the field of public opinion, and Bruce Wayne has to make concessions for this."

There was another series of snickers, and then turned into crazy wanton laughter. Everyone in the room knew it, but the people watching this scene in front of the screen all looked blank.

"What are they laughing at?" Coulson pointed at the screen and asked rather puzzled.

It was Natasha who dutifully analyzed this matter from the perspective of an agent: "If I heard correctly, this city should be very special. Before that, the FBI couldn't get involved in the intelligence work here. You know, then Crowd control freaks don't care if the information is useful or not, it must be under control anyway."

"There's some turmoil in this city right now, and the FBI thinks it can take advantage of it. Amanda, who's either the head of the Special Operations Department, or at least in charge of some of the special field work, decided to buy it off. Group, uh, this group..."

The female agent searched her stomach for a long time, not knowing how to describe the group of strange creatures she saw in this room.

If they are like the super villains in New York, which super villain will be hospitalized in a lunatic asylum?Moreover, the city is in such a mess that they don't escape from prison, and they still gather here for meetings. If the gang of lunatics in New York can do this, Natasha can wake up laughing from her dreams.

"...this group of special talents." Nick said with a final word.

From the work of SHIELD in the past few years, the director of SHIELD has learned a truth-the weirder he looks, the faster he works.

"Well, she wants to recruit this group of special talents to threaten an important person with power and money in this city by collecting criminal evidence, and then this group of strange guys is discussing whether to cooperate."

"The working style of the FBI is really stable for decades." Charles said very euphemistically: "Even the thinking of different field managers in the two universes can be so strikingly similar, which is really impressive. profound."

"The agents of the world are generally black." Nick shook his head, dragged out a case of beer from under the sofa and began to distribute, he opened a can himself, and then said: "It can't be said that his thinking is wrong, after all, our universe Those grotesque and special talents among them have contributed a lot to the solar system development plan."

"I mean the FBI also wanted to hire mutants like this." Charles shrugged lightly and said, "They once wanted to reach an agreement with Xavier School for Gifted Boys, and we sent them special agents without even an official identity." , mainly for dirty work, of course I didn’t promise them.”

"Because I know they're going to turn around and threaten me with this dirty resume, or just publish my choices and make all the young mutants think I'm a human trafficker."

Charles' tone was as nonchalant as if this kind of thing wasn't even a blow to him, just a whiff of inconsequential intrigue.

"If there is anything I have learned over the years, it is that if you want people to work for you sincerely, you must learn to accept and respect their shortcomings, and then admit that this is within your ability The best candidate."

Nick emphasized: "The most important thing is the last point. If you hire them with the mentality of 'If there is nothing I can do, I won't look for these monsters', it will be a disaster waiting for you."

"It's like a marriage." Charles lowered his eyes slightly and said, "If one of the parties always feels that they deserve better, it's only a matter of time before they break up."

"We can only admit that Amanda is the best candidate we can choose. Who made us ignore the changes in the external situation, miss the best time to leave here, and lose Batman's whereabouts?" Manipulating The woman with the puppet said: "Our stupid behavior has led to the result that we can only cooperate with idiots. I think you all have to recognize this."

Hearing this sentence, Coulson gasped, and he clicked his mouth and said: "This is the end, although what she said is the truth, but the truth is often the most difficult to accept, what she also said So bluntly, these monsters will go crazy, right?"

Natasha nodded lightly. As agents, they are the most sensitive to the way people deal with each other. Sometimes straightforward words will not make people look more attractive. A tense atmosphere One sentence may be the fuse that ignited the dispute.

Most of the people present agreed with this point of view. After all, the monsters in the room seemed to have no good faults. This is almost equivalent to calling them stupid. Ordinary people may not be able to bear it, let alone such a monster. A group of vicious looking monsters.

"The appearance is meaningful to ordinary people, and weirdos who are not accepted by normal society will be more fragile and sensitive on the inside." Nick analyzed based on his own experience: "Usually, the liaison agents who deal with them need to be carefully selected and must be adequate Gentle and tactful, but also deeply understand their situation and comfort them."

"This is not an easy job." There was some admiration in Charles' tone, he looked at Nick and said, "And you, Director, you have completed this impossible job almost perfectly. I met the electric light in the corridor that day. Man, he seems to be in better spirits."

"Heh, of course he's much better. He's in love with his operator. This damn bastard took away the best little sparrow in this class!" Nick said through gritted teeth.

At this time, the sound from the screen attracted their attention again. Surprisingly, there was no fierce quarrel, only an eternal silence.

"I agree, although this incident happened too suddenly, we had at least ten chances to intervene before the situation developed like this, at least to keep an eye on Batman, but now we have nothing, Starting from scratch is going to be difficult, so working with Amanda is not out of the question."

The tone of the scarecrow was somewhat indifferent, but the content was quite logical. He said: "But even if we have to pay for our mistakes, it is not the capital that Amanda can speak loudly and tell us what to do. We know who we are, she Not necessarily the FBI."

"It's really worth noting," said the little man in the top hat. "We need to carefully assess that once we accept her employment, it means that we are in some way against the Wayne Group, whether it is a show, or It is simply that we have bad intentions, but the consequences of this are not acceptable to each of us."

"We have to evaluate carefully." Even Harley Quinn lost her crazy tone, she seemed to have returned to the state of psychiatrist Quizell overnight, reached out and pushed the non-existent glasses, and said: " In this plan, everyone should be in his place, but not all under Amanda's hands, we have to leave enough leeway, after all, the bat is still watching in the attic."

"Execution or performance?"

"Or both."

"Then come on, let's perfect this plan, Batman has left us such a wide stage, how can we let him down?"

The people in front of the screen fell silent, and at this moment they realized that these monsters were not the same as the lunatics here.

They are not piles of corpses made up of frenzied blood that is constantly boiling, limbs that are extraordinarily powerful and uncontrollable due to change, and brains that have been disturbed by madness and have no function. marginalized people of society.

Because they are calm, cautious, judge others and themselves extremely objectively and rationally, and even carry out friendly communication and good cooperation with a more complete and stable personality than ordinary people, so that everyone who is watching them can see a flash in their ferocious appearance. Soul with light.

This makes people suddenly think that the precious seedlings that were carefully cultivated in the ruined garden have long since died, and the rest are strange flowers that grow wantonly from the extreme barrenness with fearless madness.

Bizarre, absurd, like a lighthearted scene in a tragedy that can make people chuckle, it is close to...art.

(End of this chapter)