American comics: This guy is crazy

Allen and Morbius walked out of the alley arm in arm.

The black criminal on the ground was so shocked that he convulsed and foamed at the mouth, but no one cared about his life or death.

Allen began recruiting his next target.

"I know the person you are looking for." Morbius said seriously.

Allen said happily: "That's great."

…

West coast retro bar.

Motorcyclists who are keen on riding Harley-Davidson motorcycles often visit this place.

This group of rough and unkempt middle-aged men, wearing leather jackets full of metal ornaments, drank large glasses of beer and boasted.

In the corner, a man was silently drinking a drink alone, looking out of place with the people around him.

At this time, two figures pushed the door open and entered.

Suddenly, the noisy bar became silent.

"Hahaha... look, Batman comes to the bar to drink."

"It's so funny. This is the West Coast, not Gotham. There must be something wrong with this guy's brain."

"Give Batman a beer and it's my treat."

…

The next moment, the motorcycle racers spoke out sarcastic words without restraint.

There is no shortage of passionate young people in the world who admire superheroes, but when it was spread out in public, it aroused ridicule. After all, today is not Halloween.

Snap!

Allen took out a flash grenade and threw it on the ground, turned around and ran out.

Morbius transformed into a scarlet stream of light and escaped.

grass!

The man sitting in the corner cursed angrily, got up and broke the window to escape.

As soon as they reacted, the motorcycle racers immediately fell into chaos.

Allen, who was outside the bar, looked inside the room quietly.

Following a flash of white light, there were waves of angry curses.

Morbius greeted: "Russell, I haven't seen you for a while."

"I'm surprised that you and Batman walked together." The man teased.

"He's not Batman."

Morbius didn't know how to explain Allen's identity for a while.

"Midnight Werewolf Russell, I am Funny Bat, and I extend an invitation to you to join the Midnight Bully super team."

Allen pretended to be profound and said: "This incident is very dangerous, and I need high-end talents like you."

"Not interested in."

Russell refused, not in the mood to get involved in a bunch of nonsense.

The werewolf curse on the main body makes him unable to control his reason sometimes, especially when he uncontrollably transforms into a violent werewolf near the full moon. He must hide in the mountains and forests and avoid activities in cities where humans gather.

Otherwise, he was not sure how many people he could kill in one night.

"The risks are high and the rewards are high. Some of the enemies are Gotham's powerful people. It makes sense to make a little extra money. Are you interested?"

People always have weaknesses. Allen has read Russell's information in detail and has a very hard life, haha.

It may be that he turned into a werewolf. He has been wandering in the suburbs without a fixed place. If he notices signs of transformation, he will go straight to the forest. Therefore, he has no fixed job and has been living a very poor life.

"I'd be happy to help you."

Russell's attitude changed 180 degrees, thinking about earning a vote and living a stable life.

Who wants to eat hamburgers, fried chicken and bad beer every day.

If possible, it’s steak with red wine.

"Damn it, don't let them get away."

"I'm going to tie that bastard to the back of a motorcycle and drag him away."

"Let me destroy him with one blow."

"..."

The exposed motorcycle racers took out their firearms and prepared to seek revenge on the culprit.

Walking out of the bar, there was no trace of the other party.

…

Arkham Fortress.

Allen looked at the members and solemnly announced: "The Midnight Bully team is officially established."

Azur Drake, Pharaoh Nick, Ocean Lord Orm, Night Doctor Morbius, and Midnight Werewolf Russell can be said to be a replica of the Alliance group.

"I object."

Nick was the first to retort: ​​"We are supposed to be a superhero team. Midnight Alliance sounds more normal."

"Hahaha..., everyone, please laugh at him."

Allen grinned, pointed at the crowd and asked, "How do we look like superheroes?"

Vampires, mummies, tyrants, mutant vampires, and dark creature werewolves, there is no trace of a hero at all.

For a moment, Nick was at a loss for words, and it seemed that he was really thinking too much.

"What plans do you have for the current enemy?" Russell asked.

Since Allen dares to summon everyone, he must have a plan, so he needs to ask clearly so that everyone can understand his position and plan their respective division of labor.

"My plan is to have no plan."

Allen made a fist with one hand and said confidently: "Just do it and it's done."

Everyone's hearts froze, and they suddenly felt like they were on a pirate ship.

"I'll deal with Dracula."

With a high-spirited attitude, Drake said, "He and I only have the strongest hybrid."

The two have been widely circulated among mixed-race people and are often compared with each other.

It's a pity that Drake was sealed and imprisoned prematurely.

"My ability is only to provide you with cover."

Nick curled his lips, knowing that his ability was no problem against ordinary people, but vampires with extremely strong recovery abilities were basically useless.

It seems to have a large scope, but in fact its lethality is impressive.

The sandman mummies were summoned, and they all looked vulnerable.

At most, it will provide auxiliary cover for controlling the field. The only advantage of playing in person is immortality.

"Then I'll clean up the mess."

Mobius is nourished by the blood of demigods, and his combat power is estimated to be as good as Drake's, but if he chooses his opponent well, he can only settle for the next best thing.

"I provide tracking."

Midnight Werewolf Russell's scent tracking fits his niche perfectly.

The Court of Owls, Count Dracula, or the pure-blood nobles are all hiding in the dark. Without the ability to take the initiative, they will be very passive.

At this time, everyone's eyes turned to the silent Om.

"Build me a trident for melee combat."

Orm was a king after all. If he didn't think about the grace of salvation, he wouldn't want to hang out with a group of unworthy people.

"I'm pleased to see your maturity."

Allen nodded to everyone like an old father.

This time to deal with the crisis in Gotham, more than five foreign aids will be invited. He and Nanawi will participate in the operation.

The first goal is to get Bruce back.

The most ideal outcome would be to prevent the coming of the Dark Multiverse.

Otherwise, it will definitely lead to a greater crisis.

On the eve of preparation, Allen quietly approached Russell.

The other party is waiting to 3D print a pair of pants similar to the Hulk. After all, the change in body shape when transforming into a werewolf will break the clothes. It is necessary to have a pair of strong pants to cover up the face for the last time.

"smell it."

Allen handed over a plastic bag package.

Russell took it in confusion and asked smoothly: "What is this?"

"Batman's underwear, I hope you find him."

Allen shyly explained: "Don't get it wrong, A-Ba and I have a pure relationship."

"..."

Stop farting, I don’t believe it.