[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham X King's Thoughts

Matt almost spit out a mouthful of blood—it is already hard enough to deal with these thugs who are above the average level, but the newcomer's footsteps are very troublesome, and he has the feeling of swaying like the old man said, could it be Is the Hand and Jinpin teaming up?

But the light footsteps stopped at the alley and Matt heard the wind of darts.

"You can hit one at most...isn't that good?"

This voice...Although it was subdued and had a voice changer, for the blind Matt, he immediately recognized that this voice was the young man from the coffee shop.

"Hey! Dude, you should hit here!" The man who broke in moved lightly like a bird. He split his legs in the air, and pressed two heads one by one on the dirty and greasy alley. on the wall.

"You should fight like this."

Matt felt the vitality and strength of this young man, and he couldn't help being a little dazed—could this be the new Spider-Man from Queens?

Robin has long been familiar with fighting in groups. With him joining, Matt's pressure dropped sharply. Daredevil swept the two of them with a stick and stood up straight: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

Dick realized that maybe this man is the controller of this territory. If it is a local vigilante, most of them are very territorial-like Batman, a typical representative.

Dick is not a person who knows his mistakes and never corrects them. He scratched his hair in embarrassment: "I'm Robin... sorry."

Before he finished speaking, a stick swept across his scalp.

The blind lawyer Matt hummed softly: "Why are you so careless?"

Dick turned his head and saw the person curled up on the ground after being hit by the door, he was startled: "Ah, thank you."

"Why are you thanking me?" Matt pressed his lips tightly, "You helped me first."

"Haha, why are we thanking you?" Dick saw the kindness of the tall man opposite, "Come on, let's tie them up together."

While Robin was dealing with the group of people, Matt hesitated and also crouched down.Dick handed the rope—there's always a lot of these things in the universal belt, and Matt tied these people up very normally.

When Dick tied up the third unconscious bruiser, he turned to look at Matt, then froze.

Matt sensitively felt Dick's gaze, and he turned his head, expressing his doubts with his expression.

Dick's laughter stuck in his throat, and his voice was a little low: "Who are you? Do you still need my help later?"

Matt tied the knot and stood up: "No, thank you."

He sensed the waiter in this coffee shop with his own senses, and finally choked out a sentence: "I'm Daredevil, in Hell's Kitchen. It's better for you to be in Queens, it's too dangerous here."

The place of Hell's Kitchen is really simple and honest, even Dick can feel the "Gotham smell".Robin exhausted the group of strong men, and carefully observed the tall Daredevil. It has to be said that apart from the dark red uniform and no cape, this Daredevil also has "the smell of Batman".

"Thank you for the reminder, sir."

Matt sighed, how did he feel that the "Robin Hood" in this newspaper would not back down easily?This Robin Hood is young and energetic, and there is an energy that refuses to admit defeat.

There's a lot of kiddie potential.

Dick didn't know what Matt on the opposite side was thinking about. He finally touched the slate with his boots: "Then I'll go back first, sir, and you should go to bed early."

Like a bird that suddenly flew in front of him and suddenly flew away-through his oversensitive, Bat-radar hearing, Matt felt that Dick's movements were as smooth as his Robin nickname was and Spider-Man It also has the ability of Robin Bird.

The lawyer finally shook his head, fumbled for his crutch, and left the alley.

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On the early morning of Wednesday in New York, Mr. Murdoch, who had only rested for 5 hours, walked into the law firm he and Fudge jointly opened with his briefcase and his guide stick.

Fudge came earlier than his partner, he had opened the window for a while, and when he heard the sound of his old buddy pushing the door in, he greeted him: "The musical you recommended yesterday was great! "

"Good morning, buddy."

Matt nodded, and sat back in his seat familiarly.

Murdoch's law firm has been well-known over the years. He is not a litigator for money like some lawyers, although he does have some skills and talents in the lawyer's profession. The price is reasonable and he is willing to fight for the poor. , the law firm has a good reputation in Hell's Kitchen.

After a busy morning, when Murdoch recovered from the domestic violence case of the little black girl, he realized that his friend Fudge had already surpassed his work desk for a long time.

"Why are you so engrossed today?" Fudge looked at his old friend with concern, "What do you want for lunch?"

"As usual, just order a set meal for me."

"I knew it," Fudge rang the phone and ordered a takeaway, "Hey, Naris, yes, it's me, order."

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Matt heard that impressive light footstep again.

"Naris Coffee Shop, you ordered two set meals, gentlemen."

Fudge took the package from the delivery man Dick, checked it briefly, and put it on Matt's table: "Your lady boss has changed? I remember that when I ordered food last Monday, the delivery person was still one." little girl."

"That's a delivery person in our store. She has left New York." Dick smiled, but his eyes still stayed on Matt.

"... What do you want to do with me?" Matt felt his heart trembling. He listened to the young man's heartbeat, and he was as stable and energetic as that Robin.

"It's nothing, I just heard about you, Mr. Lawyer, and I admire you very much."

Fudge was a little proud when he heard the words: "Hahahaha, small things, small things."

"But not everyone can have this belief. After having the belief, they can persist for so many years. Justice is easier said than done." Dick's face became more serious.

After he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, took out two packing boxes from the backpack behind him, and handed them to Fudge and Matt respectively: "I admired Naris after talking about you. I made my own meringue this morning, if you like, you can try it."

Fudge heard the words and opened the box directly - the white fluffy candy inside the box was as cute as cotton candy: "It's great, will it be added to the coffee shop's menu in the future?"

Matt pressed the post-it note on the bottom of the river while picking up the box.

He opened the box calmly and stretched out his hand to pinch a candy. After trying the texture, he took a sip carefully in his mouth: "Very good meringue candy."

Dick looked at Lawyer Matt again, who had a beautiful mouth that looked exactly like his guardian: "As long as you like it."

When Dick left, Fudge stretched out his hand and patted his old buddy: "That kid must have taken a fancy to you, right?"

Matt, who had just figured out what was written on the sticky note, just broke out in a cold sweat. He was not in the mood to chat with his friends: "What are you talking about, go eat your meal."

Fudge shrugged: "I didn't say that, the little brother just now has a really nice face, and his butt is really up."

Matt snorted, and the sticky note in his hand was about to be crumpled.

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"You said you were being targeted by a strange green-skinned uncle?"

Under the sunset in New York, Dick, who got a lot of tips for selling his appearance and increased his turnover, got off work early due to the kindness of the boss, so he changed into his uniform and started wandering around Queens.

Spider-Man removed his half-mask, took a sandwich Dick handed over from the coffee shop, and took a big bite.

Peter sighed relievedly—since he became Spider-Man, his appetite has also increased, and he is happier when he eats.

"Yes, I met you in the middle of the night yesterday."

Spider-Man still had food in his mouth, vaguely: "That person feels weird, I suspect that he has the same mutation as Dr. Connors... and I don't think he wants to destroy the environment or reproduce— —I really don’t understand, what purpose does he have other than to catch me.”

Robin didn't have to take the trouble to lift his mask like Spiderman - he suspected that when Batman designed his clothes, he left his chin out for the convenience of eating. Dick also replied while eating a sandwich: "Then you have to be careful, Shall I help you investigate tonight?"

"Of course it's great if it's possible, but we have to teach me how to pick key areas to patrol in Queens as you said before-I want to help those who need help in time."

Robin looked at the energetic Spider-Man and nodded with a smile: "As you wish."

In Queens, New York, there used to be only Spider-Man, a New York good neighbor. Now beside Spider-Man, there is also a traffic light elf who occasionally appears——He calls himself Robin. According to his weird skills, maybe He's superhuman like Spider-Man.

Some people cursed and collectively called them weirdos, and some people gave them a new nickname - the dynamic duo.

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"Hehe" Norman Osborn wailed in extreme pain, and it took a long time before he staggered into the bathroom and listened to himself in the mirror.

It was an ugly monster like a goblin.

"Spider-Man," his voice was low, full of killing intent, "I will never let you go easily."

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"I did find out about the Green Goblin you mentioned through the Internet," Robin and Spider-Man wandered among the high-rise buildings in New York with a claw gun and a spider silk, "according to what you said According to my inquiry, his strength is comparable to yours, his body is also extremely flexible, and he knows how to hide and escape, which means that his intelligence should be humanoid... You are right, it is probably the product of human body modification."

"I haven't seen so many weird things in New York before, but since I became Spider-Man, there have been more of them." Peter felt a little aggrieved as he spoke.

"That's not necessarily true. It may be that you ignored it before, or were fooled by those who approached science."

"Oh, Robin, you're not joking."

"I'm not joking," Bruce said, just how many times the news media under him have covered up the truth of the matter, and some urban legends may really be more than just legends, "Wait a minute, little spider, you said that the brother you saw yesterday Bryn Green Goblin, isn’t he 1 meters tall, with green skin and some wrinkled skin, and a flying machine under his feet?”

"How do you...know...know, oh my god, he's showing up again!"

"Of course I will appear here, Spider-Man, I brought more equipment suitable for capturing you," the Green Goblin said in a tone full of malice, "You are a shameless thief, and I will capture you."

The author has something to say: Dick - a man who feeds his brother Tebow.

If not for survival, who would sell his soul to help in the kitchen?

——The boy with the buttocks stays.

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