[Comprehensive British and American] Heroes set up villains script

In the shopping mall, Aesop hid in the ventilation duct, holding a gas mask in his hand, which he got from Downs. Yes, he went to find Downs again with a gun.

When the other party was pointed at the gun for the second time on the same day, he still didn't take precautions in advance to prevent Aesop's second attack, so of course, his mask was taken away by Aesop.

Aesop squinted his eyes in the ventilation duct and watched the movement below.

Aesop faced the stage in the center of the mall obliquely, surrounded by two huge speakers, and behind the stage there was a huge broadcast screen used to broadcast stage performances, and the stage was generally used for commercial promotion activities.

I don’t know what company is holding a party here tonight, the shopping mall has turned into a dance floor, a DJ is standing on the top playing discs, the explosive music reverberates throughout the shopping mall, and the colorful lights hit the people who are dancing and huddled together.

Due to the angle of looking down in the air, Aesop can see the entire venue.He noticed that some people wearing hoods and holding guns were gradually surrounding the mall. The security guards outside the mall noticed their movement and were shot dead before they could call for reinforcements.

The gunshots mixed into the piercing sound waves and then disappeared. People who were immersed in the music world did not notice the security guards who fell on the ground. In this way, the security guards in the shopping mall were silently eliminated.

Suddenly a gunshot cut through the music and pierced the DJ's head, blood covered the disc player, and the DJ's head fell weakly on the disc, and the speaker made a harsh and unpleasant sound.

People finally stopped and twisted their bodies. They stared dissatisfiedly at the DJ who fell on the disc player. Gradually, the crowd became quiet, and they seemed to have noticed something.

The sound of slow footsteps echoed in the suddenly quiet shopping mall. A man in a suit and a mask walked onto the stage. The mask on his head announced his identity, Gotham's most famous criminal-Scarecrow.

The big screen behind the scarecrow lights up and enlarges the image of the scarecrow.

Jonathan raised an arm and drew a few exaggerated circles to salute, and said in a drawn-out tone: "Good night, residents of Gotham—"

A man who was drunk and tilted his head tried to squint his eyes to see who was standing on the stage, and said arrogantly: "Who is with you, good evening, freak." Obviously he was not clear , if he was sober he would regret his actions.

The scarecrow was silent for a moment. He raised his gun and fired at the man without hesitation. What came out of the gun was not a bullet, but a syringe, which was stuck on the man's shoulder and injected with purple liquid. man's body.

The man trembled, arched his waist and covered his stomach, the people around quickly dispersed, the spotlight hit the man, and the screen behind the scarecrow began to project the man's state.

First, the man's stomach seemed to be on fire, and then the scorching heat spread all over his body. The man screamed and couldn't help stretching out his fingers to grab the burning skin, as if he wanted to tear off the scalding part. After about 2 minutes, The man's exposed areas became bloody, and his skin still remained under his nails.

The smell of blood spread throughout the hall with fear, and everyone stared at the man in fear and dared not speak.

"Okay, let's skip the complicated etiquette and greetings directly." The scarecrow's voice suddenly became sharp: "Hey, I am the protagonist of this party. Are you looking at him and not giving me face?"

Aesop, who was hiding in the ventilation duct, couldn't hold back his 'puchi' laugh. Obviously, the scarecrow can't do well in controlling the atmosphere and people's hearts.

A black figure fell silently behind the pearl curtain on the second floor. Batman kicked down the guard in front of him, knocked the guard unconscious with a knife and dragged him into the curtain.

Aesop, who was standing at the best sightseeing point, naturally saw this. He squinted his eyes and began to observe Batman's movements. The darkness came silently.

At this moment, everyone finally turned their attention to the Scarecrow. The Scarecrow nodded in satisfaction. He clapped his hands, and brought up a human-high jar filled with purple liquid with some A pipe that converts the liquid inside into a gas and ejects it.

"I think you have also seen its effect just now. I named it Nightmare Gas." The Scarecrow said slowly: "I need everyone to experiment with its effect for me. As long as you restrain yourself and don't scratch, it won't happen. The situation just now, are you willing? Oh, you have to do it whether you want to or not."

"Well, let's start now." The Scarecrow snapped his fingers.

No one responded.

The audience below was also silent.

The atmosphere was a little awkward for a moment.

The Scarecrow thought it might be because the sound of snapping his fingers wasn't loud enough, so he took the microphone and snapped his fingers into it.

Still no response.

The atmosphere became more awkward.

The Scarecrow frowned deeply under the sackcloth hood, dared to embarrass himself openly, did they want to die?

"Damn it! Do you want to die?" The Scarecrow turned his head suddenly and roared in the direction of his subordinates, but what greeted him was not the subordinates wearing the same hood as him, but Batman's iron fist.

Batman solved the scarecrow and his horror incident with just one fist. Under the stunned eyes of everyone, Batman calmly took out a rope made of vibrating gold to tie up the fainted scarecrow, and then called Director Gordon. I made a phone call and asked him to arrange funeral arrangements.

Everyone: Just.. just gone..?

Aesop, who was hiding in the ventilation duct, cursed secretly. He glanced at the gas mask in his hand, threw it on the ground fiercely, and began to move outward.

The emergency exit in the shopping mall was dark, and the circuit had been cut off by the scarecrow long before he carried out his plan.Batman seized this opportunity, and he parked the Batmobile in the safe passage, which would save him more time and rush to another location.

Through the warning sign with a faint green light flashing in the corner of the wall, Aesop saw Batman in front of him with his back turned to him and obviously noticed him, so he didn't make any moves.

Aesop calmed down and asked, "Jason, where are you?"

Batman didn't answer, he pressed a button on the terminal on his wrist, and the Batmobile drove towards him.

Aesop was a little angry, he growled in a low voice: "I ask you, where is he!"

"Why did you take him away because he pried your tire? Besides, it didn't work! Or because he attacked you? I can tell you clearly that he attacked you because you attacked him first." Yi There was a hint of pleading and vulnerability in Suo's tone.

Batman finally moved a little bit, he turned to look at Aesop, those cold eyes were staring at Aesop quietly.

Then he spoke, still Batman's grim voice modified by electricity: "Because he's a criminal." He explained the first question Aesop asked.

"Then you are also a criminal, even if you bear the title of Dark Knight, it is undeniable that you are also a criminal." Aesop

"Bruce Wayne." Aesop's glass blue eyes were magically refracted by the dim light. They were as sharp as a sword, pointing straight at the bat...Bruce Wayne.

Aesop had vaguely guessed Batman's identity in yesterday's incident with Bruce Wayne.

First of all, it's impossible for a playboy to have that kind of skill. Well, let's skip this unreliable idea. After all, it is possible that Bruce Wayne's interest led him to have such a skill.

Secondly, Batman's equipment, most of the components used in those equipment are materials that are scarce in this world, such as vibrating gold, which is not something ordinary people can get.

This can prove that the true identity of Batman is definitely not simple. If he is not a rich man, then he is a politically influential person, because these two kinds of talents can be obtained.

The final point is that those eyes, the eyes of Batman once gave Aesop a long-term nightmare. Aesop dared to say that he would never forget those eyes in his life.

Coincidentally, Bruce Wayne also has those eyes that belong to Batman. Could this kind of thing really be a coincidence?

But even so, there are still many conditions to judge that Bruce Wayne is not Batman, so what Aesop just said is actually a bet on whether Bruce Wayne is Batman.

Batman's reaction was very cold, as if what Aesop said had nothing to do with him. He didn't even look at Aesop. He rode on the Batmobile and twisted the accelerator to try to gallop past Aesop. Aesop immediately opened his mouth. Trying to block the Batmobile with both hands.

Batman didn't make any movement to stop, and when it seemed that he was about to run over Aesop, he braked with one leg on the ground and twisted the whole car toppled over and got out from under Aesop's arm.

Aesop was taken aback by Batman's operation of the Batmobile. He turned his head, looked at the back of the Batmobile, kicked the corner of the wall twice, and said through gritted teeth: "Fuck!"

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"Tonight, our city will experience heavy rainfall. Citizens are requested to be prepared for protection..." The weather forecast is playing on the big screen in the square.

The water droplets hit the ground, and Gotham was wrapped in rain and fog. This was the first heavy rainfall in Gotham since summer, and the rainwater hit Aesop's body, bringing a kind of cold stimulation and pain.

Aesop walked aimlessly on the street, the rainwater gathered on the tip of his chin along his cheeks and slipped into his clothes from the tip of his chin. Aesop's clothes were already all wet, and he couldn't feel the rainwater mixed into his collar.

The bandage wrapped around his left hand was already filled with water, water dripped from one end of the bandage continuously, his left hand twitched unconsciously, obviously the rain made his injuries worse.

Aesop was not in the mood to take this into consideration. His brain became calmer and clearer after being soaked in rain.

This time he lost the opportunity to ask Batman for Jason's whereabouts. When will he find the opportunity again?Batman will definitely be more vigilant about himself because of this, and he will have less chance of finding Batman next time.

And Downs must have blocked him, and maybe he will find someone to hunt him down. He can no longer get information from Downs, so where should he get information from?

Aesop was immersed in his own world, completely oblivious to the group of people standing directly in front of him with their backs to him. When he sensed the aura of a stranger and came back to his senses, he had already bumped into that person.

The man turned around. He was very muscular, with a scar that ran across his face, and he looked very aggressive.

Aesop only glanced at him, and apologized to the man with his unwavering voice: "Sorry."

After speaking, Aesop planned to bypass the man, but the man grabbed Aesop's wrist. "Hey, brat. You want to leave after you apologize? Do you know who you bumped into?"

Obviously, this farce also alarmed those around the man, they turned their heads to watch this farce with a smile.

"I don't know." Aesop paused and stopped in place.

The man was humiliated in public, and his face turned blue and white. "Then don't take your wrist." As he said that, he was about to pinch Aesop's wrist hard.

In the next second, Aesop turned around with his strength and hit the man's temple hard with his fist. The man fell to the ground and lost the ability to resist.

Aesop crushed the man's head with one foot, looked down at the man from above, and said coldly: "Don't be greedy, and leave yourself a way out before doing certain things."

If it was before, Aesop would definitely use some smooth means to escape, but now there is a fire in his heart, a fire that cannot be extinguished by rain.

The companions watching the theater around realized that something was wrong, and finally decided to take action.

Aesop glanced at the crowd coldly, he could handle these trash fish with one hand.

Aesop clenched his right fist and planned to swing it at the person closest to him, but that person suddenly stopped, and the others also immediately stopped in place, with admiration and...fear in their eyes?

Footsteps came from behind Aesop, the regular sound of leather shoes stepping on the rainy ground. In this world, it seemed that nothing else could be heard except the sound of shoes, which gave Aesop an invisible pressure.

Before Aesop had time to turn around, he clapped his hands on his shoulders.

The raindrops never fell on Aesop's body again. Aesop guessed that someone held an umbrella for the man behind him.

He felt the opponent's head resting on his shoulder, and the tip of the opponent's nose was pressed against his ear. The puff of gas made him tremble and wanted to avoid it, but the opponent pressed his shoulder firmly so that he could not move.

"Wow, what a cute child. I like children the most. Do you want to play games with me?" The other party's voice was low and hoarse, with a slightly drawn out ending.

Aesop couldn't help but glanced at the man from the corner of his eye. With just one glance, his glass blue eyes suddenly shrank and trembled. His face and whole body were stiff, and he was unable to move due to fear.

He froze in place and did not dare to move. The man standing behind Aesop had green hair, pale cheeks, and blood-red lips. There was only one person in Gotham who dared to dress himself like this, TheJoker.

The real king of Gotham's underground world.

The clown was not satisfied with Aesop's reaction, he curled his lips and spread his hands, and the man behind him holding the umbrella immediately handed the gun to the clown clearly.

The clown pulled the safety catch, and the muzzle of the gun stuck to the back of Aesop's head.The cold touch overwhelmed the rain and directly entered Aesop's brain.

"Comeon, you have to do something to stop your brain from blowing up immediately." The clown said as he walked towards Aesop.

Aesop remained silent, he didn't know what to do.His brain seemed to have encountered a natural enemy, and for the first time he lost all control, he couldn't keep calm, he couldn't function his brain.

The clown curled his lips boredly, and glanced at Aesop's face, his gaze could no longer be taken away from Aesop's face.

The clown threw the gun away, and the people behind rushed to pick up the gun thrown by the clown. After one of them received the gun, they breathed a sigh of relief. Who knows if the moody clown will fight because they didn't receive the gun? Blow his head off.

The clown squatted down, and his pale and skinny fingers with black nails climbed up Aesop's face. The clown's acid green eyes looked at Aesop inch by inch. He looked at Aesop with great interest, and suddenly said: "My God, The kid really has a pleasing face."

Aesop added inwardly, a face of Batman.

The clown moved away as if offering a treasure. His eyes were shining brightly. He wanted to let others see Aesop's face. Everyone immediately nodded in cooperation.

The clown walked around behind Aesop again, and he hugged Aesop from behind. He didn't care about Aesop's still dripping wet body at all. The clown let out a satisfied sigh: "Hey? Everyone. I think it's okay to raise him."

Although the clown's words were questions, he said them in declarative sentences, not asking for opinions, but just telling them what he was about to do.

Aesop's head buzzed as if he had been hit with a club, what?Joker wants him?What's the meaning?

"But Mr. J, he hit me just now." The man who hadn't got up from the ground said a little unfairly, obviously he was dizzy and didn't sort out the matter.

The clown shrugged his shoulders and pulled out the gun from his subordinate's hand. This is the gun he threw away just now. There was a smiling face painted on the gun with green jets. It was his exclusive weapon. He fired at that man without hesitation. Gun, this is something that no one has reacted to.

The blood and rain mixed together and flowed into the sewer. The man was shot in the forehead and killed on the spot.

The clown raised the gun in his hand, "I hate when people contradict me."

Aesop's eyes widened, he didn't know what to say or do, he felt his heart was beating rapidly because of fear, just because he said a wrong sentence, he would be killed, if he was taken back by the clown to be the clown's opponent When his face is tired, he will be killed for his own random actions.

But Aesop's body didn't listen to his orders, and he didn't dare to resist.The clown pressed his shoulders with both hands and forced him to move forward. The mighty crowd disappeared into the street, leaving only cold corpses lying on the street.

Since then, the fates of the two teenagers with similar backgrounds have intertwined, the darkness is still pale, and there is no room for them to choose.

The author has something to say:

Well, from here on Aesop and Jay are separated.The next meeting may be several chapters later, and I haven't written it yet, and I don't know when it will be. (touches chin) Praise me quickly, I am 1w5, idiot, I am too strong, I am worthy of it. (good!)