[Zhongyingmei] Treatment is for protection!

There were fine cracks on Vincent's battle suit, and the bullet slashed across his chest, wiping off a piece of the suit's material.

The bullets on his body were almost used up, which made him have to rely more on close combat, and his whole body seemed to be at the end of his strength.

Seeing this, the smile on the clown's face became even more ferocious. His injuries were also serious, and his condition was probably worse than that of the punisher, but those who cared were easier to be destroyed than those who were unscrupulous.

The clown smiled, staring at the punisher with cold eyes, walked slowly and calmly, and raised the video equipment that was still working.

"Although I am a little upset that you came here without authorization and drove away my audience, I also don't like things that stay the same. It's fun to have a little surprise like this, so that I can have more fun. Now, let's see the Cavaliers Whatever step you take, Mr.

The clown seemed to be relaxed, but he was actually keeping an eye on his surroundings. Vincent failed to hit him with his shot, and instead wasted the remaining bullets, so he cautiously stopped shooting easily.

The clown took out his mobile phone and manipulated it twice, the dark screen on the big screen that was originally dark because the camera was destroyed regained its color.

There is more than one camera, and the scene is divided into many small grids, from which the clown saw the Batrider he was thinking about.

The other party was dismantling the machine as best he could.

Batman noticed the moment the machine changed. He looked at a small red dot facing him, and his steel blue eyes became deep, like the sea before a storm. It seemed calm but contained a turbulent and powerful undercurrent.

"clown……"

"Hahaha……"

Low laughter sounded, the clown's poisonous green eyes stared at the sharp blue on the screen, he licked the corner of his mouth, sure enough, only Batman is interesting, neither Punisher nor Flash Well, it's all too simple to be interesting

"Good evening~ Batman, it's a pity that I can't have a normal conversation with you right now. How could you let these two fledgling young boys come over, but you went to play with that big white ball yourself? It's really too much! You clearly Should know—what will happen to them..."

The clown’s voice came out from the silver-white sphere. It was a bit dramatic and exaggerated, and it seemed like a child coquettishly complaining. The clown’s voice had special effects like a horror movie. The hoarse and undisguised malicious voice easily gave people goosebumps. pimple.

"It's really... It's a good thing I haven't had time to eat, otherwise I would really spit out yesterday's share..."

A voice that was speaking a little faster and full of sincerity vomited. Before the clown could turn around, he was kicked away by the visitor. Unexpectedly, he hit the wall of the hall and fell down.

The dark green eyes widened, almost bloodshot, and it took a while to recover from the blackened state before being able to see things clearly.

The clown struggled to get up from the ground, his ribs were broken, the broken bone probably pierced his lung, and blood began to drip from his mouth and nose.

"Who are you...?" he said angrily.

"...You don't know me? Emm, you really don't know!

I have to criticize you on this point, as a criminal, how can you be so ignorant! "

The iron man in the color of tomato scrambled eggs floated in mid-air and said sadly.

The Joker looks at Iron Man from the bottom up, the light slanting, casting distorted shadows on the lower half of his face.

"This is Gotham, are you finally unable to get by in New York?" The clown raised his eyebrows and whispered.

"Ha! Compared with this, the possibility of that bat moving its nest is higher. Everyone knows that this is an impossible event. Oh... sorry, I forgot, you may not be included."

Tony shrugged rather disingenuously.

At this moment, Batman was staring at the silver-white robot in front of him.

"Hi, I'm J, Iron Man's smart butler, sir, let me help you."

J tilted his head, his eyes flickered, and it looked like an ordinary person blinked.

His voice is magnetic and gentle, and it seems to have a friendly smile, which is much more friendly than his maker.

"Okay, thanks, J."

Batman didn't refuse, he really needed help, Lex Luthor was a supervillain who relied on his IQ and the Man of Steel, and Luthor's strength in technology was probably incomparable to him and Stark, and It should be comparable to Wakanda, which usually does not show mountains and dews.

Moreover, Luthor obviously had his heart out when he made this machine, and it was almost impossible for Batman to crack it in such a short time.

At this time, the clown also saw J, a handsome silver-white robot, on the big screen. The distorted smile was still fixed on his face, but it could be seen that he was serious.

Tony raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to the clown, and flexed his fingers like beckoning a cat or a dog.

"But it seems that you still know who I am. In case your memory is not clear, let me repeat it to you - iamIronMan."

Before Tony could finish his sentence, the clown rushed towards him swiftly.

Tony snorted, his figure stopped floating in mid-air, condescending, and with arrogance of incomparable arrogance, he faced the challenge of the clown head-on.

Vincent picked up Flash. Although Flash treated his wound briefly, the injury was too serious and he had lost consciousness at this time.

"Sorry, Mr. Iron Man, Flash is in a serious condition, I need to take him to treatment, here..."

"Of course, leave it to me, it's just a clown, this one is just uglier."

"Thank you."

After Vincent finished speaking, he didn't stay any longer, and quickly left with The Flash.

"If you are seriously injured, go to Wei Lin."

From what Batman said before he left, he guessed that Wei Lin might have good medical skills, but considering his age, he might have some ability.

It is impossible for him to just watch The Flash die like this, so he can only try to find Wei Lin, if not, there is Ah Fu.

But before Vincent went to Wayne Manor, Wei Lin had already flown to his side with his wings.

"Give him to me."

Vincent stopped when he saw Wei Lin, and heard Wei Lin's serious and forceful order before he could marvel at the wings behind Wei Lin.

Before he had time to think about it, Vincent revealed the Flash who had been holding him all the time.

Then he saw Wei Lin suddenly pull out the dagger stuck in Flash's abdomen, scarlet blood splashed on his mask and battle suit, so abruptly that he didn't even have time to react.

"What are you doing!!?"

Vincent's pupils constricted, he grabbed Flash's body with one hand, and punched him with the other.He was going crazy, this kind of injury directly pulled out the puncture, this is completely murder!

Then he heard Wei Lin say:

"It's all right, then you can bandage him and it will be fine."

What's up?Pulling out the dagger to speed up the death process?

The veins on Vincent's forehead twitched, and the eyes under the mask were filled with anger, but the emotion that was about to erupt stopped when he looked at the Flash's wound—as if, the blood flow slowed down?Also less?

Is it his delusion?

When he looked up again, Wei Lin was nowhere to be seen. Vincent was stunned. This brother really looks like Batman in this regard.

In the end Vincent still chose to believe, even though Wei Lin's first aid method looked more like murder.

After that, Vincent kept paying attention to The Flash's situation on the road, and then found that the bleeding from the wound was indeed under control, not an illusion.

Thinking about what Batman said made him hurt, he came to Wei Lin, there must be a reason.

But thinking about it this way, Vincent couldn't be completely relieved. He speeded up and took The Flash back to the Batcave to find Ah Fu.

The battle between Iron Man and the clown can be said to be the end of Iron Man's abuse of the clown.

He can take the attack of the clown's high-voltage current without dodging, and the tried-and-tested moves before have no effect on Iron Man.

"Wow~ the energy reserves are full, I have to say, you are so sweet... well, it actually makes me a little sick to say it to your face."

Iron Man hits the Joker in the face with a punch and a roundabout kick.

The clown fell to the ground in embarrassment, his tongue moved in his mouth, and he spit out the teeth in his mouth with blood foam, panting violently, but it caused the injury of his lungs, this level of pain And blood loss not even a clown can ignore.

To be wounded to such an extent by someone other than Batman makes the Joker furious.

"Although……"

The clown suddenly raised his head and said.

Iron Man's fist stopped in front of him.

"Well, I defend your right to speak, come on, finish it."

Iron Man's frivolous voice is full of indifference, which once made many media people jump to their feet, but now it is very popular.

Because of the addition of Iron Man, the video of Fulina's access to the superhero fan group has been seen by more people.

It can be said that the popularity of this live video has soared in other places. The government has completely suppressed it and simply let it go. The relevant departments are already preparing for the possible reaction of the American people.

Under everyone's gaze, the clown smiled hoarsely, he was a little out of breath, and his slight cough was accompanied by unstoppable blood foam. Anyone could see that he was in a very weak state, even In this way, he still had that malicious smile on his face. At this moment, even his eyes were full of joy.

Tony frowned slightly under the mask, feeling a little uneasy at the bottom of his heart because of the clown's performance.

The clown's voice was like a night owl, with a creepy malice.

"...I said I would turn on the machine at eight o'clock, but...I didn't say it was timed..."

"Oh!"

Iron Man's eyes widened, and after realizing the meaning of the clown's words, the fist that stopped in front of the clown had already drooped heavily.

The clown's eyes were blurred, Iron Man's relentless blow almost dented his face, but he laughed wildly and threw away the controller in his hand.

The laughter was crazy and sharp, echoing in the hall, and echoing in the hearts of everyone watching the video.

"J..."

Iron Man ignored the Joker's manic laughter and immediately contacted his smart butler.

"Sir, I'm sorry, this machine has already started, and our technology can no longer stop it."

Before Iron Man contacted J, J had already contacted him first.

"Sir, we need to organize the evacuation of the people here as soon as possible. The gas inside is compressed, and it will soon spread to the whole of Gotham and even New York after contact with the outside air." J said quickly.

"Record a video, connect to what Little Pepper said."

At this time, Gotham can only look at each person's ability, and the New York government is definitely paying attention to this matter, and will definitely organize people to evacuate and protect themselves when they see this.

Ignoring the clown any longer, Iron Man flew straight to Batman's side, pulling him to leave.

"Hey! Bat! Go!"

Laughing gas has spread. Iron Man's iron suit has an air purification system and oxygen reserves, but Batman's entire mouth and nose are exposed.

Batman stared blankly at the machine in front of him that had leaked laughing gas.

He didn't even hear what Iron Man said.

Wei Lin flew downstairs at the Wayne Hotel. He was tightly covered by a black hooded windbreaker. The entire face below, including the hair on his neck, was wrapped in bandages. He looked like a mummy. It was guaranteed that even if the hood was ripped off, he would not be injured. recognize.

"Get ready, unified..."

"Wait, host, someone has controlled the leaking gas."

Tongtong interrupted Wei Lin's movement to fly up.

Wei Lin was startled, hesitated for a moment, and flew to a floor at a relatively high level in the Wayne Building, ready to make a move at any time.

"Don't despair so easily... Really, Bat, you always don't remember to come to me when you encounter related difficulties."

The female magician with a fiery figure and a black robe said briskly.

"Zatana..."

Batman pursed his lips. He looked at the woman and slightly loosened his clenched hands.

"Hmm, it's so rare that you still remember my name. I thought you would treat me as an insignificant person and throw me into the debris pile of thinking."

After the woman's voice spoke with a smile, she focused on chanting the mantra, put all the leaked gas up, and then tried to control the decomposition of the gas components, and finally ignited them with the fire element magic.

"Wow, this thing looks better than the fireworks I set off."

Iron Man withdrew his hand from Batman's shoulder and flew up to make a close-up video of the flaming snake.

People on the Internet also use the perspective of Iron Man, who can clearly see the flames pouring into the sky, and the fiery red light is warm and warm, as if it can dispel all the dark haze of Gotham.

The Gotham people who were anxiously fleeing for their lives and other supporters who came a step later stopped at this moment and looked up at the scene in unison.

The whole Gotham is rendered with a thin halo of warm colors.

Batman watched this scene quietly, his steel blue eyes were much gentler because of the warm color.

"It's really beautiful, but it's a pity that I didn't prepare well, otherwise I could make it into different shapes. What do you think of the bat?"

Zatana lighted it up and just controlled the fire, joking lightly at this moment.

"A fiery red bat? That seems a little curious..."

Iron Man imagined that Batman changed from black to red, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Then he raised his head proudly, and sure enough, red and gold are the most ostentatious colors for him to provoke -w-.

"That's fine, thanks, Zatanna."

Batman didn't care about Iron Man, and said to Zatanna with a gentle arc on the corner of his mouth.

The beautiful magician walked over with crooked eyes and hugged him.

"This beautiful girl, I don't think you will ignore me?"

Iron Man opened his arms at the side, and there was a little grievance in his voice. Zatana could imagine his big caramel-colored eyes with thick eyelashes looking at her shiningly and moistly under the mask.

"Of course, our Mr. Iron Man, you are a heavyweight."

Zatanna readily gave Iron Man a hug as well.

Wei Lin's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of his mouth were raised, thinking that he probably won't be needed here.

He tiptoed on the window sill and jumped down, drawing an arc in the air lightly, but halfway he thought of the culprit of this incident, and he turned around and came to the floor where the fight was before.Wei Lin avoided the camera, the hall was still a mess, but the purple figure had long since disappeared.

Wei Lin looked at the bloodstains all over the hall, his eyes darkened.

Almost forgot, there is still something unresolved.

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