Workaholic

Loki returns to his new base.

This is not Gotham City. Batman's surveillance is too strong. He almost wants to divide every part of Gotham City under his control. Superman who is close to Gotham City can't set foot here. Loki relies on Space magic was almost discovered when it arrived at Black Gate Prison.

Although only an afterimage remained, according to Gotham's increasingly strict security recently, there is a sense of tension almost everywhere where the residents can't see.

Loki knew that he might have been discovered by the atrium man, but Batman probably didn't know his purpose.

"Is there anyone from Gotham City among your people?" Loki asked abruptly.

One of his subordinates froze for a moment, and immediately replied: "Yes, there is one."

The crime rate in Gotham City is very high, and there are many criminals who escaped because of Batman, but even so, it is still the area with the highest crime rate in the United States.

The organization that Rocky controls now is considered relatively well-known. The main work of this organization is to sell arms and kill people, and the people it convenes are very mixed.

"Very good," the man smiled: "Let him go to Gotham City to pick up someone."

Rocky took out a name tag and casually threw it to his subordinates. The manager of the organization took it over. On it was a photo and name of an Asian youth.

Loki turned the crutch in his hand, and said: "He is a new member inside, I will let him find a place to meet you."

"He's in Gotham now," said The Fiend, "and his mutant powers can help with my plans."

Loki's calculations are very good. The mutant power of the spiritual system can enter the land of the soul, which should be a very powerful mutant power, manipulating thinking, dream invasion, and psychological suggestion.

Proper use will be a powerful boost, but when Loki needs the power of faith, it is simply a fire in dry wood, which can be ignited with a little bit.

but--

"But he didn't expect it," the system said coolly, "You are a fake."

Shit mutant, the system looked at the well-behaved black-haired young man sitting upright on the bed, he looked extremely innocent.

But the system figured it out, this person's heart is dark, the whole thing is a sesame dumpling.

Black-hearted sesame · Wang Chaohua: the real weak, pitiful and innocent jpg

"Are you planning to step on two boats?" the system asked.

"How do you say that?" Wang Chaohua retorted, "This is called a double agent. Have you ever seen a disc in a disc? How handsome, a real man is one who dares to challenge!"

The fairy dances, and the dish is in the middle of the dish, the system thinks to myself, if I don't jump you to death, just a clown can scare you to pee, and I don't care about you.

"What's the matter with you falling into a dream?" The system scanned its own host again, and found that the other's brainwaves and heart were normal, without any variation.

The black-haired young man sat on the bed, waved his hands, and said, "No, I'm still very self-aware. I don't think supernatural powers are possible. After all, it's not the world of "The Strongest Man in the City" and "Little Brother Hello sao" , "The black-haired young man paused and said: "I think this should be the soul out of the body."

System 111:...

This is all nonsense, I feel like you're fooling me but there's no proof.

"What I said is true." The black-haired young man looked at the dark night: "I think so too."

The young man rolled his eyes.

"Although I am a good socialist young man with young roots."

"However, the theory of ghosts and ghosts."

Who can deny it?

The black-haired young man pushed open the door and went downstairs. This is an underground passage. Under the foundation of many houses, there will be underground parking lots and basement templates. The clown seems to have expanded the foundation by two floors. Including the factory on the top, there are four floors in total.

The downstairs floor is arranged like a bar, which is messy and noisy.There are weird graffiti on the walls, colorful ink blots that look full of street flavor.

These people are not engaged in a serious business, and their work and rest are often reversed. Now at 6.30 in the morning, there are still a few scattered people punching and drinking.

A man with a scar on his face saw the elevator door open and glanced in the direction of the elevator door.

Seeing that it was the little boy from before, his expression was a little weird.

Several other people also looked at him with dark expressions.

"He's still alive." A thin monkey-like man bent his back, with two black eye sockets sunken in on his face, looking extremely creepy, as if he had a serious illness.

"It means that this person still has some skills." Thin Monkey's companion said maliciously: "Although I can't tell what kind of skills it is." After speaking, he rubbed his fingers, which meant it was self-evident.

The two spoke in a low voice, but everyone around could hear them. Some people pretended to go to the front desk to get a glass of wine, ready to watch a good show.

It's a pity that it was disappointing. The black-haired young man didn't even look at the two of them, and walked straight to the bar. The old man inside raised his eyes and looked at him.

"Hello, senior, I'm here to change shifts," Wang Chaohua looked at the other party's confused expression: "I asked, you are on shift from 17:6 to [-]:[-] the next day, no one called before, I'm in the daytime. "

old man:? ? ?

Where did this kid come from?

"Do you know what you are doing?" The other party frowned, his face covered with white scars looked a little scary.

Of course I know, I'm here to eat and drink, and by the way, a handsome errand boy who jumps in front of the clown, of course, it's impossible for him to say that.

"I'm Mr. Clown's signature new subordinate," the black-haired young man replied without changing his expression, "I'm responsible for filling the vacancies."

The old man looked at him up and down, as if he had lived for so long, he could be regarded as a fine person.This person looks too clean. In terms of temperament, he looks like a student. Just like he has never seen society, he has also seen those old embryos. He looks like a dog.

The old man's eyes were a bit gloomy. Even though he was old and looked harmless, the hostility on his face would be revealed inadvertently.

"Sir, do you want to take over for me?" Wang Chaohua paused, feeling that the old man in front of him didn't particularly want to leave.

"No," the old man with white scars said hoarsely, his voice was like a broken organ: "you can take over now." With that, he opened the door and walked out.

When he came out, he took out a worn black straw hat from the side of the stage.

"Remember to clean the table." The old man put a small silver key in the palm of the young man, and left without looking back.

Wang Wanghua put the key in his pocket and began to count the wine on the counter.

"roseliquor" a sweet voice sounded, the young man turned his head, a blond woman was sitting in front of the bar and looked at him, her honey-colored pupils looked a bit sly.

Wang Chaohua tilted his head sideways, and then took out two bottles of wine from the grid.

The blond beauty looked at him with her chin resting on her hands, her eyes fixed on him, and kept moving with his movements.

"whatsyourname?" Her voice was very sweet, making people feel like she had honey in her mouth, causing several men to look back.

"Danny." Wang Chaohua put the brewed wine on the table.

"I love roseliquor," she flicked the clear glass, her fingernails crackling on it: "It's like my eyes—the same color."

"I'm Sissy," she laughed, lightly hooking her hands at the black-clothed youth in front of her, adapting to his approach, looking at his suspicious eyes, and then said softly and playfully as if whispering: "I'm a Killer."

"What about you? Oh wait, don't tell me yet, let me guess," she blinked playfully, "You look like a very mysterious, um... wizard from the East? Maybe you will Magic? Martial arts?"

Sissy looks like a lively girl, which seems a bit out of place here.The black-haired young man couldn't help but smiled, facing such a sweet and lovable girl, people would always give them a good impression.

"Not at all," Wang Chaohua shook his head, "I don't think I've seen you in the team before." Otherwise, he should have the impression that such a beautiful woman is among a group of rough men.

Sissy raised her lips: "I'm here." Sissy said, "It's just that you didn't notice it."

"How much do you know about this?" Sissy asked, taking a sip of rose wine, "I think they are all too unprofessional, well, of course, there are a few that can be seen."

Like a little girl who likes to gossip when she meets a friend, Sissy deliberately whispered to the young man in front of her: "Do you remember that French woman from before? She has the same hair color as me. Of course, the hair quality is much worse than mine." "She said with a smile: "The woman has three accomplices here, the man who helped her teach the little gangster before is one of them, and the man with the scar at your six o'clock direction is also one."

She adjusted the position of the wine glass. According to the position, the transparent glass reflected the opponent's appearance somewhat vaguely.

The black-haired young man glanced at it calmly and smiled.

"They're the intelligence team," Sissy said, spinning the glass again: "The group who just spoke ill of you are drug dealers, their methods are dirty, there is a team at your nine o'clock position, but only one person is sent Come down and look at the land, the person behind you is a vendor, who came here to grab a piece of cake, and there are some scattered ones, who want to be famous and gain both fame and fortune."

If you dare to come to Gotham's clown's lair, you still have to have a team to feel at ease, otherwise no one will know where you died alone.

"What about you?" Wang Wanghua asked with downcast eyes, wiping a dirty wine glass with a white rag.

"You told me so much, what do you want? My dear lady." His eyes were soft when he said this, Sissy looked at his pupils that became warm black under the light, the young man's gaze was like looking at a child , with a hint of helplessness.

"Oh, because——I like you." The blond girl looked at him, her pupils were like honey pots, which could make people half addicted.

The black-haired youth froze.

Uh hey?

The fair-haired girl looked at the white face of the Asian young man in front of her, and her black eyes magnified slightly in astonishment.

"Oh, you're so cute." Sissy said, holding her face.

The honey-colored pupils narrowed, she stretched out half of her waist, stretched out her hand to caress the other's face, and moved the young man's body closer, as if she was not worried about the danger caused by this too close seat, and approached the other party's body Ear tip, said softly.

"Honey, let's work together."

For a moment, the black-haired youth's pupils shrank.

"Okay." He heard his own voice reply.

The girl left her room number and danced away with an unfinished drink.

Wang Wanghua wiped off some marks left by the other party on the table just now, and it seemed to have returned to its original appearance.

"Why do you want to cooperate with her?" The system that had consciously blocked the microphone just now finally uttered.

It is a little anxious, this host always does things unexpectedly, this jump is too fast, it is confused.

"I know what you think," Wang Chaohua sat on the seat: "According to the previous, I got the positions of two villains, which can speed up the progress bar of completing the villains, but you have also seen it," Wang Chaohua said. Hua opened the character board.

It's just red that's just out of danger.

"It's too slow." Wang Chaohua said, "I don't have so much time to go around here with these psychopaths, and I don't understand their fun. My goal is very clear, that is to complete the task and open the tunnel."

The system didn't know what to say: "I think that woman just now is very strange."

"I think she's weird too."

"No," the mechanical voice of System 111 said strangely, "I don't think she looks at you right."

111 was blunt: "I think she wants to fuck you."

"..."

Straight man Wang Wanghua: "I think you think too much."

He is still very self-aware. As weak as he is, his appearance with only a soft belly should not be in line with the aesthetics of foreign girls who love the mermaid line and eight abs.

"Perhaps she wants a taste of what the Joker's new love is like?"

San'er, do you know what you're going to say?

Stupid system, ruining my youth.

--theater--

Rocky: The subordinates I thought were not my subordinates.

Joker: What I thought was a fanboy/spy actually turned up his horns long ago.

Sweet Blonde:  …

System: My host bounces back and forth among the three camps.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who irrigate [nutrient solution]:

I am super A! 5 bottles;

Hug Your Majesty and give it a sip, thank you!