A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

Albert tried hard to recall major spiritual events in DC, but he didn't have any clues.

"So where am I now?"

"elder brother......"

"No, you know the answer I want."

Albert interrupted Morpheus.

He vaguely felt that the Lord of Dreams was hiding something. Maybe things were not as simple as imagined.

"Zero Hour, Crisis on Infinite Earths, Metal, or something else?"

Morpheus looked at Albert meaningfully, and his body began to grow bigger, becoming beyond sight.

"The only thing I can tell you is that this is a new multiverse, a new Earth."

The low voice echoed throughout the dream space,

"Those are things of the past."

Morpheus's voice became longer and longer, and the air vibrated into ripples, spreading out in circles.

"But since you know more than I think, I'll give you one more piece of advice: Don't use methods that don't belong to this city, and hide them well. You don't want to be targeted by that dark force."

Morpheus's huge body began to turn into gravel and gradually disappeared into the ripples.

"The police are currently investigating the cause of the truck fire, but according to the transferred forensic science expert of the Identification Division, the fire in the truck was too big and continued to burn for a long time in the heavy rain in the early morning. Coupled with the washout of the rain, we are left with There is very little information left, and it may be difficult to find the cause of the fire. What is even more pity is that the driver Simon has been unfortunately killed. Gotham TV will continue to follow up the report for you. This program is sponsored by Wayne Group..."

The magnetic voice of the male TV host drew Albert's attention back. On the old TV screen, the camera was focused on several coke-like twisted objects at the bottom of the carriage. Several police officers and forensic scientists were squatting next to them to take samples. .

Instead of watching these daily routines that happened every day in Gotham, Albert turned off the TV and opened the curtains.

Even after the heavy rain it was still cloudy. There was very little sunlight at noon, and when blocked by the frosted glass, there was almost no warmth.

Albert felt very hungry. He hadn't eaten a bite after boxing yesterday, until now.

But he immediately remembered that almost all his money had been taken away by that girl.

"Albert! Albert!"

A knock on the door was accompanied by an excited shout.

"I think you want to attract all the thieves and robbers nearby."

Albert opened the door and Freddy stood in the doorway leaning on his cane.

"Don't talk nonsense, the security here is very good. This is the money you should have received yesterday."

Freddy muttered, handing over a bank card.

"Haha, the security is very good?"

Albert took the card and rolled his eyes.

"Don't worry, I, Freddy, will definitely be reliable in doing things."

Freddie smacked his chest and limped in, closing the door behind him.

He rubbed his hands and looked at the exposed muscles of Albert's upper body with satisfaction, which contained infinite strength.

"If you play a few more games, you might have a chance to be appreciated by a big shot."

In the small apartment, Freddy's eyes were as bright as searchlights, as if he was looking at a pile of green dollar bills.

"Let me tell you, if there is a god in this boxing ring, it must be her! Although..."

Freddy paused;

"Forget it, let's finish this fight first."

"she?"

Albert put on his T-shirt.

He didn't really care what information Freddie was hiding. Although this fat man works as a manager in an underground boxing ring, he is not a bad person, but he is just a little greedy for money.

Even if there is any secret, it is not Albert's focus now. In comparison, he is more curious about who is a woman who can be so respected in such a place?

Or maybe female villains like Poison Ivy or Harley Quinn will also appear in advance?

"Hehe, she dominates every game. Even the Falcone family is eager to get some information from her. It's a pity that woman only sees people she is interested in."

"dominate?"

"It's actually a bet on winning or losing,"

Freddie spread his hands,

"But she didn't miss a single time. What's the difference between that and dominating the game."

"Including the one with me and the bat?"

"of course."

Albert's hand that was tying his shoelaces paused for a moment. This is not something that can be seen with the naked eye.

He handed the bank card to Freddy again.

"Since you are so reliable, help me get the best computer this money can buy."

In this world where all kinds of magic and divine power coexist, only technology can make Albert feel at ease.

After all, Nightmare's ability belongs to Morpheus after all. Who knows what he hides?

"Are you still a hacker?"

Freddy looked at Albert twice more and took the card when he received no response.

"Don't worry, I'm reliable!"

......

"My dearest audience! Next up are Fierce God Mike and Hercules! They are the ninth and fifth ranked contestants in the third ring respectively..."

The host stood in the middle of the ring and mobilized the mood of the audience.

Albert sat on the sofa in the rest area and watched. Not surprisingly, his opponent would be the winner of the two.

"Sir, would you like champagne?"

Albert looked up and saw a waitress with round and slender legs under a high-slit translucent gauze skirt.

"Have a drink, thank you."

Albert was not interested in wine at all, but he spoke out of nowhere.

"Okay sir. Do you mind if I take a break next to you?"

"do not mind."

Albert moved aside. The woman thanked him and sat down, pouring all the remaining champagne glasses on the tray into a large glass and drinking it all in one gulp.

Albert looked a little strange, but his attention was immediately attracted by the beginning of the arena match. The two top three players had already started fighting. As expected, they would win, and then it would be his turn.

Punch, elbow, kick! The first round of confrontation in the ring turned the ground red.

"He can last three minutes."

"what?"

"I say, Mike has at most three minutes to kill Hercules."

The woman leaned on the sofa and said lazily.

"In my opinion, not necessarily. Hercules is ranked four places higher than Mike."

Albert couldn't see the situation in the ring at all now, he only felt that the two were evenly matched, and even Hercules had a slight advantage.

"Mike's punches and leg sweeps aren't as powerful as Hercules', but his knees and elbows are much sharper."

The woman pointed to the ring,

"More importantly, Mike is more ruthless and crazier than his opponent. There is not a single unnecessary attack, he is all about killing people. He has a lot of lives on his hands."

"you......"

Albert raised his eyebrows.

"What? The waitress can't understand the game?"

"of course not."

Albert smiled awkwardly. Only then did he notice that the woman's makeup was not regular lipstick or eyeliner, but a large amount of different colors of oil paint directly on her face.

It blends in perfectly under the flashing lights and the crazy shouts of the audience.

"Miss, do you often watch games?"

"More or less. Check it out occasionally."

Albert nodded and asked tentatively,

"Recently I heard that there is a new guy who is very good and won the bat."

"That person..."

The woman shook her head, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Hard to say."

Albert took a sip of champagne and said calmly,

"I saw him play a game, and he didn't play very well, but he won out of nowhere."

The woman glanced at Albert, stood up and picked up the tray,

"It doesn't matter whether it's good or not, as long as you can win."

Albert also stood up,

"Then what chance do you think he has of winning the next game? I hope to make some money from him."

"How do I know? That person is inexplicable and I don't like him."

The woman waved her hand,

"Sir, do you want some more wine?"

"no thank you."

Albert sat down again. He felt that this woman had a strange temperament. He couldn't explain it, but she looked a bit like Morpheus.

"Here are the newcomers who have created two miracles for us..."

Taking the stage, Albert looked at his opponent Mike.

He is a black man of medium height and extremely strong build. He keeps staring at himself fiercely.

The black eyes were like dark pools, mixed with blood, and glowing with sparkling red light.

Just as the woman said, Mike killed Hercules with a sweep of his elbow within three minutes, and the blood stains have not yet been cleaned up.

He grabbed the host's microphone.

"I was in the lounge just now, and I don't know why everyone is talking about this kid. Don't compare me to the butcher, he is nothing but bigger. Soon, this new guy will kneel at my feet and know what it means Despair! Maybe you can only lie in bed in the future, and you can't even go to the toilet, if you still live to lie down!"

After Mike finished speaking, he threw the microphone to the host with satisfaction and raised his arms to wave to the audience.

There was more enthusiastic cheers and screams from the audience.

"when--"

Mike suddenly started, swinging his left fist, followed by a right hand to the abdomen.

"Bah, bang,"

Before he could reach the target, he was blocked by Albert's arm.

The degree of adaptation to this body is now enough for Albert to stay in the ring for a long time without falling behind.

A few more fast punches were feinted to hit Albert's ribs. In the middle of the attack, he suddenly changed his line and hit Albert's lower abdomen with a concealed left straight punch.

At the same time, his right knee quickly lifted up.

Albert raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He took a hard look and looked into Mike's eyes.

In the realm of dreams, no one knows how long time has passed, but in the eyes of the audience, it is only a moment.

"boom!"

Albert landed a straight punch on Mike's jaw.

"Pfft,"

Mike was instantly knocked down by a terrible blow, and the dog gnawed mud and fell to the ring.

25 seconds.

Mike lay there, the expression on his face still retaining the ferocity and cruelty from five seconds ago.

The whole place was silent again, except for Freddy who slammed the table in the corner and immediately took a breath of pain, but his face was full of smiles.

He made a lot of money again!