Marvel's Don't Stop Me, I Want to Die

The operation went relatively smoothly, although it took a long time. However, after Dave left the laboratory, Stanley and others discovered that Dave had no clothes on him except the clothes he wore during the operation.

"Oh, my God, what on earth did he go through?" Marty looked at Dave and looked heartbroken. Of course, in fact, he just wanted to laugh.

"No, my God, it can't be like that, right?" Todd was also a little skeptical.

Mr. Leszewski seemed stunned. Was his son really ruined by those damn bastards? This would leave a psychological shadow on his son. If Dave turned into another person, Mr. Lezeski shuddered and dared not continue to imagine.

"Don't make random guesses. It's possible that the doctor took off his clothes. After all, I just heard that he was covered in blood." Stanley quickly brought these people who were trapped in strange imaginations back to reality.

"Doctor, how is my son?"

"He's out of danger, but unfortunately his nervous system has some damage. It's not developed and he may not be able to feel pain in the future. Oh, by the way, there are too many fractures on his body. We It had to be fixed with a steel plate." The doctor regretfully told Mr. Lezeski a bad answer.

"Fixed with steel plates?"

"Yes, and it is very likely that these steel plates will accompany him throughout his life." The doctor sighed and told even worse news.

"When will he wake up?" Stanley asked the doctor.

"It may take a few hours, and you can't have too many people with you." After the doctor finished speaking, he left.

After learning something about Dave's situation, Stanley and the others comforted Dave's father, said goodbye to Mr. Leszewski and returned to their respective homes. Of course, they would have to visit Dave in the coming days. The days that followed returned to the same state as before, until Stanley received a call from the decoration company that the decoration had been completed, which meant that he needed some money again.

"Damn it, I've been so busy training during this period that I forgot that I still need some money." Stanley patted his head, told the people at the decoration company that he would go for inspection tomorrow, and hung up the phone.

"So the world needs superheroes?" Stanley said shamelessly, and then took out his re-pieced uniform.

He changed his previous uniform. In some of Batman's suspected memories, there were some props and the style of the uniform. He removed the previous stab-proof suit and re-pieced it into a breathable tights. , ensuring comfort while ensuring that your movements are not restricted.

He also made Batman's hook gun, multifunctional belt and mask (Nightwing's kind). After these two weeks of training, he finally stopped hitting the wall like he did when he first used the hook gun. Or get entangled in the rope of the hook gun, he has made some preparations.

"The targets are the same people as last time. By the way, we can get revenge! That bastard killed me twice." Stanley checked his equipment and showed a faint smile.

After some investigations over the past few days, he already knew that the person he met last time belonged to a big DU lord named Frank D. Amick. However, this person was still there because of some reasons such as paying off the police and missing evidence. Impunity in New York City. Last week, due to an accident, Stanley met the other party's friend.

Yi, and then was killed, so Stanley not only gained the memory of parkour, but also gained the time of a transaction under Frank Amick.

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"Sometimes time passes really slowly." Stanley put on his uniform and sat quietly at home waiting for night to fall. He was going to the last house to 'earn' some money.

Because it was a formal operation, Stanley did not walk out of the door. Instead, he went to the top of the building and slid to another building with a hook gun, and left in this way. Stanley walked down from a building a few streets away, took out a windbreaker from his backpack and put it on. He wore a peaked cap and black-rimmed glasses. He turned into a slightly plump-looking man and got into a taxi. Jamaica is still near the same street as last time.

After the same transformation, he returned to another superhero who was nicknamed "SUNDAY" by Stanley. He looked at the number of gangsters below. There was a sun engraved on it, and the words "Happy Weekend" were written below the sun. The metal plate (Happy Sunday) shot out, giving a strong electric shock at the moment it hit the person, making those gangsters lose their ability to fight.

With some memories of Batman, Stanley said he could make N number of these props!

There were no surprises in the night's operation. Stanley successfully defeated all the minions and seriously injured the core members before killing the man in uniform.

"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth! Bastard!" Stanley sneered and put the money on the table and on the other side into his backpack.

"All the coins you took back are counterfeit. You won't be able to use them when you take them back, and you may be arrested by the police!" A voice suddenly appeared, startling Stanley.

"Who are you? Come out!" Stanley didn't expect that there was another person inside. He was indeed a little surprised, but the shock was just rhetoric. Stanley, who has the ability to resurrect, said that he was not afraid at all.

"Relax, we are not enemies." The voice from before said, and then walked out from the corner. Stanley saw that he was a low-profile version of Batman.

"Who knows? And how do you prove that the money is counterfeit?" Stanley did not dare to relax. Although he could be resurrected, he did not want to die so simply. The taste of death was not so sweet.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be hostile to us, and I wouldn't make any small moves." His neck went cold, and Stanley found that there was someone standing behind him at some point, and he was holding a sharp knife, because his neck There was a knife sitting there at this moment.

"This voice? It's so familiar. By the way, it's that little lolita. So the low-profile version of Batman opposite me is the bearded man?" I have said before that Stanley's hearing is better, and maybe because more and more people His memory may have been tempered by his repeated deaths and memory reshaping, so he immediately recognized that the voice was that of the girl he met in the bowling alley.

As for why the man's voice was not recognized, it was because the other person's voice had changed. Knowing that it might be the father and daughter, Stanley was no longer nervous. Maybe he had actually met a colleague.

"Hey, take this knife away, OK, and who are you?" Although he recognized the voice, the two parties really didn't know each other, so Stanley still had to ask.

"He is Big Daddy, and I am Super Killer." The little girl said, but the knife in her hand did not leave Stanley's neck.