American comics: This guy is crazy

"Alan, you mean that the pure Dionysus factor does not require the cooperation of the Redemption Blade and has no side effects at all!"

Bruce and Alfred have been resurrected intact.

The clown Arthur looked depressed and kept talking about hair and eyebrows.

"Aba, I thought you knew." Allen replied.

How could it be possible to know.

Regardless of whether the Dionysian factor is pure or not, it is a treasure in the eyes of any force.

It was too late to hide it, let alone show it off.

Bruce didn't dwell on the question and felt happy.

Pure Dionysus factor has no side effects, but it is not the same as finding a treasure.

There is no need to study it too hard. Use it to save people at critical moments. It is a treasure that makes others owe you a favor.

Besides, the pool is under Wayne Manor, and it belongs to Bruce.

"What should we do with this bad student?"

Allen pointed at the autistic Joker and suggested, "How about being imprisoned in Arkham Asylum? He and I were fellow patients before."

Spotting Allen's gaze, Arthur curled up in fear, cowering in panic, looking very pitiful.

"Forget it, transfer it to Black Gate Prison."

Bruce said: "In the name of Wayne Group, I invested 100 million in Blackgate Prison to upgrade the security system. It is estimated that it will be impossible to escape again."

"Listen, do you mean what you say?" Allen said sourly: "Having money and ability are amazing, right?"

Obviously, Bruce didn't understand the homophone.

The reason he was worried about the Joker being imprisoned in Arkham was because he was worried about being rescued again.

Are you still worried that Allen is not in Arkham?

Come on, he comes out of the lunatic asylum every day. Which criminal has he ever arrested?

These days, I just focus on having fun.

"Principal, if you don't invite me to dinner, I'll leave." Allen stood up and said.

"What principal?"

Bruce was a little confused by the sudden new nickname.

I had been calling him Ah Bat before, but it took me a while to realize that it was Batman.

So what happened to the principal?

"You still don't admit it." Allen explained coquettishly: "Our Gotham Criminal University is committed to cultivating criminal talents. Principal, don't you always use arrests to train criminals to make progress, hoping that they can one day go global? stage."

"..."

Bruce realized there was more to the story.

When he became Batman, he had a no-kill principle, so he arrested criminals and only tried and imprisoned them. As a result, criminals escaped from time to time and started making trouble again.

Criminals are indeed growing and improving after learning lessons again and again.

"I'm really leaving."

Allen turned back three times every step of the way, as if expecting to stay.

"The young master and the ladies will be back soon. I was just planning to ask if we would like to have lunch together." Ah Fu understood and invited.

"How can I be embarrassed by your kind invitation?"

Allen was coquettish one second, and said unceremoniously the next: "I don't eat coriander, thank you."

"OK."

Ah Fu remained a gentleman as always and took the elevator upstairs to order food.

The Wayne Group has high-end hotels, so naturally it has a private chef dedicated to Wayne Manor.

Near noon, the five little men returned safely.

Little did he know that the master had already died once.

Of course, Bruce wouldn't tell them, lest they worry.

There was a gust of wind and clouds. Allen held up his orchid fingers and picked his teeth with a toothpick, and said leisurely: "It's a pleasure to eat half full."

"Alan, if there's not enough for me, I'll take more," Ah Fu said kindly.

After all, Allen saved his and Bruce's lives and already regarded them as one of his own.

"Pack some desserts and I'll eat them when I go home."

Allen started to work again and said to Bruce: "Aba, stand up first, I have something to announce."

"What do you want me to stand up for?"

Although Bruce had doubts, he still obeyed and stood up.

"I declare that everyone here is rubbish."

"..."

Are you polite?

Working around while eating.

Facing a pair of murderous eyes, Allen said with a mean look: "Ba, it's you who will play."

Bruce sat down silently and cut the steak on the plate.

If you really want to play like this, this family will break up sooner or later.

"It's packed."

At this time, Ah Fu sent a packing box.

"I'm back to the spring."

How could a box of desserts survive to get home? Allen ate them all on the way.

Put on the exclusive hospital gown and lie on the exclusive hospital bed.

Allen is thinking about three major philosophical questions in life.

Who am I, where do I come from, where do I go?

‘The time and space anchor has been locked, and the host can travel through it. ’

‘Currently you can choose professional alchemist, mage, or shaman. ’

‘Warm reminder: The difficulty of upgrading the second career experience is increased by 30%. ’

He sat up in shock.

Allen looked at the system prompt box in front of him.

"The system came out. I don't want the Master profession. Please change it for me immediately."

Allen put his hands in his armpits and said arrogantly: "I want the Ghost Swordsman and the Berserker. Are you looking down on me, the poisonous milk powder player?"

The stalemate lasted for a long time.

Allen was determined not to choose any career and let time pass by.

‘Selection timeout, random allocation in progress. ’

‘Congratulations to the host for choosing the alchemist profession. ’

‘Optional timelines are as follows. ’

‘Justice camp: S.H.I.E.L.D., League of Gentlemen, Winter Guard. ’

‘Evil camp: Hydra, Pioneer Technology, Atlantis. ’

If you don’t choose, the system will choose for you.

An alchemist came directly.

"I'm sorry Celia, I can no longer be your guardian warrior."

Allen lay on the bed with a deathly face, not interested in choosing a camp, and said melancholy: "The glory of the Arad continent cannot shine on this world that needs salvation."

At the same time, Dean Kwesi watched the surveillance video in his office.

It was rare for Allen to come back during the day, and he wondered if this guy was trying to cause trouble.

After all, Allen usually doesn't go home until midnight, so suddenly returning to the asylum in broad daylight would make people suspicious.

"What is he gesticulating in the air?"

Dean Kuixi frowned and guessed, "Maybe I haven't taken any medicine recently and my condition is getting worse."

"What a shame for such a good young man."

‘Selection timeout, random allocation in progress. ’

‘Congratulations to the host for choosing Hydra. ’

Dean Kuixi was filled with emotion, and his eyes were as big as bells in the next second.

In the surveillance camera, Allen disappeared out of thin air.

"Again!"

Dean Kuisi personally visited the hospital bed where Allen was, rummaged under the bed, and finally confirmed that he had disappeared again.

He hurriedly returned to the office and made a phone call to report: "Fury, he's gone, um..., um..."

"Amanda, target..."

…

During World War II, the city was occupied by the Skeleton Division.

Dr. Zola looked at the unusual young man in front of him and said seriously: "Alan, the organization has assigned you a task."

Snapped…

"Long live Hydra!"

Allen solemnly gave a military salute and said resolutely: "I promise to complete the mission assigned by the organization. Even if the enemy tempts me with ten blond and long-legged G-cup beauties wearing lace suspenders and white stockings, they will only reveal one word, cool..."

"..."