American Comics: The Force Awakens

“In the summer, we need some calm environments more than chasing hot spots,” Carr said.

It's July now, and it's another sunny day that Gotham hasn't seen in a long time.Gotham's harbor is very lively, and the outline of Penguin's impressive Iceberg Club can be seen in the distance.

On the rented yacht, Carl was fishing.

I saw him holding the fishing rod tightly with his left hand, closing his eyes, and raising his right hand slightly upward.

As the water surface fluctuated, many small fish slowly floated into the air and kept flopping.

Secret skill·Force fishing.

He opened his eyes and the fish fell back with a "swipe".

No one will fish and eat in Gotham Harbor. Due to the excessive chemical waste emissions nearby, most of the fish here are poisonous. This is why, as a coastal city, Penguin's seafood is still high-end ingredients.

"Sweetheart, has anyone ever told you that fishing like this is boring?" Harley lay leisurely on a lounge chair nearby, looking like she was on vacation. "This goes beyond cheating."

"That's better than the Air Force." Carl replied. He casually dropped the fishing rod in his hand, walked to the side of the boat, and squinted his eyes to observe. "What are everyone else doing?"

"Well, Xiaohong went to the countryside to take a forest bath. She named her newly cultivated piranha Frank, and she wanted to teach him hunting skills."

"Kleon is a nerd. When he has nothing to do, he hides in his room and stabs his scarecrow figurine." Harley recalled.

"Tell him next time not to use the retro method of hiding fear gas in a scarecrow doll." Karl covered his face and said helplessly, "What age is it now? This method has long been outdated."

To be honest, no one wants such an ugly scarecrow doll.

"And our hard-working Italian boy returned to his father." Harley picked up the lemon juice on the side, sucked it, and said vaguely, "The Romans were very supportive of their son's entrepreneurship, so they sent their deputies to help and opened the door. The gun killed all the competitors."

"This is a good industry. You will become the dream lover of Gotham girls, maybe even more popular than that playboy Bruce." Carl still remembers Alberto's distorted expression when he relayed his father's opinions.

"So we are here for vacation today?" Harley asked. "If I had known, I would have gone shopping for a new swimsuit."

She was wearing a classic T-shirt and shorts today, which made her waist look slim and her legs long.

"Of course not. Didn't I just say that we need to find some calm environment." Karl replied, "It's so cold that it freezes."

Victor Freese, Mr. Freeze, a tragic figure.

His wife was suffering from an incurable disease, and in order to cure her, Victor had to temporarily freeze her to prolong her life.

But the good times didn't last long. The company that funded Victor's research wanted to interrupt the freezing experiment due to personal interests, and clashed with Victor who wanted to stop them in the laboratory, which caused a leak of gas from the freezing equipment in the house. The accident changed the cell structure of Victor's body, turning his whole body into a cold-blooded constitution. His body temperature must always be kept below zero to survive, and he will die at normal room temperature.

In order to save his sick and frozen wife and express his dissatisfaction with his fate, the cryogenic scientist shouldered the cryogun he developed and wore a thick cryogenic life-sustaining armor - risking his life for money.

Life-sustaining devices cost money, and researching diseases is a big money burner.

It sounds strange, right, but money is the biggest factor behind Gotham's countless crimes, beyond spiritual reasons.Countless superpowers, experts, professors, and outstanding talents in Gotham work hard for the little money they can earn from crime.

At the same time, Gotham's upper class, whose ancestors had built up their virtues, were reveling in wealth and spending millions of dollars.Politicians and businessmen enjoy their gains, and Gotham is thus divided into two completely different halves.

"That ship, move it over." He pointed.

Even without perception, you can feel the disharmonious factors in summer, the cold feeling like entering an ice cellar.

A freighter, one of Frith's hideouts.

Often, the ship is randomly anchored somewhere at sea or cruises around making it difficult to find.But it still needs to dock regularly for resupply, and this is a good opportunity to contact Fries.

"AYEAYE, CAPTION!" The little madman jumped up happily and rushed to the cabin, and the yacht quickly rushed out.Accompanied by loud laughter, a trace was drawn across the water.

............

"You know, when a person freezes to death, he will feel hot, as if his body is burning up." Karl said casually, even if he was just on the deck, the temperature on the ship was much lower than the surroundings. This made Halle, who was wearing very little, feel uncomfortable.

"If that were the case, I would be the hottest girl in Gotham now." She trembled and complained.

"Obviously you're not hot enough, especially for Mr. Freeze."

Carl opened the hatch leading below the deck and jumped in.Ice crystals can be seen everywhere in the cabin, and in the center is a huge freezer.

"Hello Dr. Freese."

"Hello, Sir Glasshead, do you remember who released you?" Even though he was shivering from the cold, the little lunatic still happily greeted the owner of the ship who was wearing frozen life-sustaining armor.

"If I don't remember, you were frozen to ice before even getting on the ship," Mr. Freeze replied. "Now, tell me your purpose."

Inside the transparent life-support device, the bright red eyepiece calmly faced the uninvited guest.

"We need your help, or your freezing equation," Carl replied.

Victor Fries froze everything about himself, his feelings, his wife Nora, and his future.When he was a mercenary, he ruthlessly froze everything in front of him. When he was in Arkham, he froze himself and stayed motionless in a cold single cell.

Once upon a time, he had a desire to leave Gotham permanently, but in the end, the freighter still did not leave the sea of ​​Gotham.

"What do you want?" he asked. "What can I get?"

Accepting employment, getting paid, evading capture, little else was on Victor's mind.

"Go on an adventure and discover some of the city's little secrets," Carl replied. "Get some loot."

"Perhaps, conduct a scientific experiment to resurrect the dead."

"That's not clear enough for Mr. Freeze."

"Actually, I can't tell exactly what's going on." Karl shrugged. "While I have some information, this is still one of Gotham's deepest secrets."

"But what if I told you that in addition to money, your reward would also include the possibility of rescuing your wife."

Silent, except for Harley, who used the ice to check her makeup.

Freese opened the suitcase on the side and took out the frozen firearm that was a bit too big for normal people.

"When will we set off?" he asked.

"Don't worry." Carl replied, "What we are about to face may be the entire dark history of Gotham. If we are not careful, the enemy's claws will tear us apart."

"Claws from the Court of Owls."