Meiman: Assassin Wushuang of a Wizard of Science

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At midnight, Charles Brown sat in front of his sofa, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

Because someone arranged an important meeting with him, and he obviously had no right to refuse.

Because he is just an ordinary, more ordinary citizen of Gotham. How could he say no to a super villain?

This boring midnight soap opera had been playing on the TV, and the middle-aged man's eyelids began to move up and down crazily, and he almost fell asleep.

This is very similar to you, who is listening to the class carefully, but not completely paying attention to the class.

"boom!"

With a fierce knock on the door, his thoughts returned to his body instantly.

"Boom, boom, boom"

A specific frequency symbolizes a fixed code, and Charles Brown knows that the person who has agreed to keep the appointment has arrived.

But honestly, he didn't know what was going to happen next.

Standing in front of the door, he seemed to have made up his mind, swallowed a gulp of saliva in his throat, and then turned the doorknob.

"Damn guy, you should've been faster!"

This was the first thing Deadshot said to him when he came in.

Supporting Deadshot, who was covered in injuries, Charles Brown felt a little flustered inexplicably.

"What's wrong with you, Deadshot?"

After all, he has also been an informant for the Joker, and he can also deal with many basic injuries.

He helped Deadshot to the sofa aside, and he began to find his spare surgical tools from under the TV cabinet.

“How on earth did you get so seriously injured?

Why did you come to me?

Shouldn't you go back to Joker's headquarters now? "

Facing Charles Brown's three consecutive questions, Deadshot was also willing to answer his question. His current injury was indeed too serious.

"Honestly, I don't think you will leak the secret, and it doesn't hurt to tell you all this.

Hiss~ Damn it, there are still fragments in this wound, please be gentler. "

"Oh, sorry sorry."

Charles Brown was busy dealing with Deadshot's wounds. After all, the man lying on the sofa sometimes held a throwing knife.

You know, this man can punch someone through the head with just a throwing knife.

"Hi~, damn it."

The uniform, stained with dried blood, clung to Deadshot's skin, and Charles Brown whipped it off in the split second of their conversation.

"Actually, I have my own reasons for coming to you.

There is always a punishment for failing a mission, especially under the lunatic Joker.

If I don’t come to you for refuge, who should I come to? "

Hearing this place, Charles Brown also nodded.

After all, he has gained the clown's trust, so it's not a big surprise to come to him.

It would be better to hide here like this first. Even if he is found by the clown's men, he can find a way to return to the clown's side intact.

"Well... I have something I want to discuss with you."

Remembering the mission assigned by Batman before, Charles Brown raised his head and glanced at Deadshot, who was enduring the pain with his eyes closed.

"You said, at least you helped me. I owe you a favor this time."

"Can you contact the Joker for me?"

"Oh? What are you doing with him?"

Death Talk suddenly opened his eyes, and even the firing pin of the pistol in his hand had been pulled down.

He sat on the sofa and stared at the ordinary middle-aged office worker in his 30s in front of him with a critical look.

"Well... I always see the clown robbing Wayne Group, and I want to try to make a profit."

This poor middle-aged man tried his best to control his tone and prevent himself from showing timidity or trembling.

Because he knew that once he relaxed, he would definitely explain everything.

"Haha, that's interesting. I never thought that a guy like you would want to do such a thing?"

Obviously, Deadshot did not completely believe the men in front of him who were also bandaging his wounds. The muzzle of his pistol had been turned to point at Charles.

"I have information about Batman. I think the Joker will be interested, right?"

Taking out a Batarang and handing it to Deadshot, Batman told him his plan.

"I see, is this your capital to enter the game?

Okay, I will convey it to you. "

Seeing this shiny black batarang, Deadshot didn't even continue the operation. He stood up and walked out the door.

"Hey, wait a minute, have we reached a deal?"

Deadshot stood at the door and stayed.

"Yes, anything else? Mr. Charles Brown."

"Tell him we'll meet tomorrow at 221 Baker Street.

There is one more thing I would like to ask for.Can you light a cigarette for me? "

Charles Brown took out a cigarette from his sleeve and raised it slightly over his shoulder.

boom!

With the sound of a gunshot, Deadshot locked the door and left the place in a hurry.

Inside the door, Charles Brown slowly took a puff of the cigarette that smelled of gunpowder with trembling hands.

"Hello? Is this Batman?"

"You said."

"I've finished it for you. Tomorrow at noon, 221 Baker Street."

"…beep. beep. beep."

The answer on the other end of the phone was brief and without any hesitation. After hearing the important information, he hung up directly.

Physically and mentally exhausted, Charles slumped back onto his sofa again.

He suddenly felt like he was the kite, and the person holding the string now was Batman.

"Dad, who is the person who just came?"

In a narrow cubicle on the side, his son Charlie Brown poked his head out.

"Oh, baby, why aren't you sleeping yet?"

Seeing his son, he seemed to be awakened by the gun.

He quickly walked over, picked him up, and gently stroked his hair.

"I woke up just now when I heard an uncle chatting with you. He was wearing a uniform. Is he Batman?"

"Yes, son, he is Batman, now go to sleep!"

Although his son was only half right, now Charles Brown just wanted to put him back to bed.

But when she hugged her son and took two steps forward, he suddenly froze.

Because he remembered that his son did not have the key to open the locked door.

"Batman, save! Uh, uh, uh..."

He suddenly felt as if the son on his shoulder had turned into an elephant, crushing him to the ground.

Then his son turned into a puddle of mud, wrapping him in the middle and rendering him unconscious.

"Mr. Brown, please come! Mr. Cobot and Mr. Nygma are invited."

Those were the last words Charles Brown heard before he passed out.

He knew that he had been caught by Clayface.