[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] Gotham is a master of women's clothing

Heaviness is heaviness, but Yeyi is not timid at all.

No way, the current combat power is too dense, let's take a look at the situation in London.

Count with your fingers.

Cities: Gotham, London, New York.

Superheroes: Nightwing, Batman, Stark.

Famous detectives: Sherlock Holmes, Watson.

……

Sorry to cross that last one out.

What a luxurious lineup, they can go to Dakseid one short of Superman.

There is no place to sit in the living room. Gotham and New York are two big bosses. Dick consciously contributed his seat to Bruce. Look at this guy sitting on the throne for an ordinary lazy single sofa , and knocked on the communicator sideways, under the bombardment of noise, a clear "Fvck" came from the opposite side.

Batman's plan is particularly simple.

They captured some human beings in New York, and learned that the information between these visitors from other worlds is actually not interoperable. Just like cities, they also reject the means of communication in this world. Coupled with language problems, they can only rely on humans to communicate with each other. They almost didn't communicate with each other, and only agreed on time for major events.

This gave the detectives an opportunity to take advantage of.

What's more interesting is that among the people captured in New York, they found out that many wealthy people were secretly supporting the activities of these believers.The charm of eternal life is inherently great, especially for those who are sitting on mountains of gold and silver and have nowhere to spend, it is inevitable that they will yearn for longevity.

Bruce decided to use an old method.

"I'll join them."

"Why didn't I go?" Stark protested. If Batman was allowed to go, the others probably wouldn't get any clues, so they could only passively point out where Batman was going to fight them, completely insecure.

"Your behavior on TV is too fancy, and you don't want to live a long life just by looking at it."

Bruce said sharply.

Stark choked.

He began to seriously think about why he had to come here.

a.

In the middle of the night, there was a knock on the window of Watson's bedroom. A pale face was stuck on the window, which made him tremble.

Bruce came back with a clue.

"The sacrifice must be of the blood of the city, and it needs to have a certain reputation in the city. They hope that they are individuals with poor spirits or simple relationships with relatives and friends. It seems that it is easier to resonate with the city." In the warm firelight, Bruce drank a saliva, "The sacrifice ceremony is decided on the last day of this year, there is not much time left."

On the surface, he returned to New York, but in fact, Stark sneaked back and yawned and asked, "This project can be named the 'Little Piggy' project. Come on, who is the lucky audience?"

Bruce looked at Holmes.

Holmes was not surprised.

"What?" Watson was stunned, and pointed to Holmes, "He has the ability to make all the terrorists decide to tear up their tickets in advance. Is it true that you let him go?"

"Speaking of which, you are also 'little famous'." Holmes showed a ridiculously fake smile, and looked at Watson: "Why don't you go?"

"..." It's really a friendship worse than plastic flowers.

It's the beginning of December now, and London is already so cold that people can't help shivering when they go out, and there is really not much time left for them.

"Will their last day be Christmas Eve or December 12st?" asked Holmes.

"They count time according to the sun and the moon," Bruce shrugged. "For them, the last day of the year is the day in December when the moon is at its fullest."

"..." Holmes showed an expression of "will the moon be missing?"

The others silently bowed their heads and made the final calculation.

"!!!"

Isn't that what these days are? ? ?

Holmes, who didn't care, arranged a trip for himself, Bruce put on the dark cloak, and some people kidnapped him halfway.

Holmes struggled decently, and punched Bruce on the nose.

Bruce: "..."

The plan was perfect, except for the punch on the nose, which was not a blemish, and Bruce also gave Holmes a kick in the stomach during the transportation.

Leaving aside the matter of how the two detectives died, in 221B Baker Street, Gotham was already in a deep sleep wearing a loose silk pajamas, with a faint mist caressing his hair.

"He used up a lot," London said.

"What do you mean?" New York asked.

"He should have stayed a little longer on his own territory."

"Will it be dangerous?"

"As far as I know, no." Based on his own personal experience, London is sure, "If he is exhausted to a certain extent, he will naturally return to the territory and continue to sleep until he recovers, but it will take a while to recover."

"how long?"

"It won't show up again until about 50 years ago, and I might forget some things, but I can still remember people's names."

"Not too long."

It seems that this price is dispensable and not worth noting. New York is quite satisfied, got up and went for a walk. This guy in New York unexpectedly likes the streets of London. He wanders around when he has nothing to do. If you want to throw him out directly, and because you can't talk back, you can only hold back.

These days, whoever wants more face will suffer.

Hey.

Gotham opened its eyes after New York left.

"What you said is true?" Gotham yawned, stretched himself casually, and then hugged the newly bought black cat pillow.

London nods up and down in the affirmative.

There was a strange smile on the corner of Gotham's mouth, and he turned his gaze to the shadow in the aisle, "If you dare to tell Batman, believe it or not, turn around and I'll screw Brudhaven's head off."

"..."

Nightwing choked.

Why threaten him with Bludhaven?

Ye Yi wanted to say that he didn't know Brudhaven that well, but the words came to his lips, and he couldn't say it for some reason, so he had to change the wording.

"You know I can't hide from Batman, just say I won't bring this up."

That would be great, and Gotham wouldn't make things difficult for the blue bird, but instead looked at his Nightwing equipment.

"Action today?"

"Just getting ready," Ye Yi shrugged innocently, "Everyone knows whether the moon is the roundest today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow."

Calculating things like the moon's waxing and waning are a bit out of line for them. They can only make a rough estimate, and then see the tricks. Fortunately, everyone is good at fighting alone, and they can do it whenever they need it. Too much worry about efficiency issues caused by coordination obstacles.

Ye Yi was more worried about Gotham: "You slept for 19 hours."

But cities don't need to sleep.

Gotham just narrowed his eyes slightly, and seeing that there was nothing wrong with him, he fell asleep again.

Woke up again at 26 o'clock in the morning 3 hours later.

The soaring fire ignited London.

Gotham was awakened by the shock and flames. For the first time, he had the emotion of "shock". He watched the flames of the explosion burn the sky over London, covering all the stars and night.

"What's going on?" Gotham asked.

The mist is not in a hurry: "I can't see inside the stronghold. But there are no casualties."

The city can still know the situation of the locals if they want, provided they are on their own land, and once they leave, they can only say that they are resigned to their fate.

"They seem to have blown up the entire stronghold and are now on their way back."

These words almost made Hua angry with a heart attack.

fry? ?

fry? ? ? !

Right in front of the house, Holmes actually fried it!

%￥￥%#...%...&

Watson couldn't help bursting out a series of foul language in his heart.

The stronghold is at the end of Baker Street, and the two will be back soon. Watson supported the sink with both hands, looking at the props in the kitchen, making Gotham suspect that once Holmes stepped into the house, Watson would grab the biggest He took a knife and gave Holmes a headshot.

In this way, it took the two of them an hour to come back.

Still came back through the window.

Oh, and there is a Mr. Stark who is not wearing steel armor, but the life-saving hand strengthening device, the vital nano-armor and the bullet-proof full-function sunglasses are all brought, and it is obviously prepared for a long time.

Stark still loves his life.

Regardless of discussing the rationality of the explosion, Bruce has already started explaining the situation to them.

"There are more than a dozen large alien creatures in the stronghold, and the electric shock device successfully controlled most of the enemies. However, a stronger individual joined the battle from the bunker shortly after. The stronghold was directly blasted."

Having said that, Bruce and Holmes glanced at each other, obviously this was their joint decision.

"Of course, we have controlled the range of the explosion. You have also seen it." Holmes added this sentence.

"Why didn't you come over?" Batman asked Nightwing.

Nightwing: "New York wants me to keep an eye on Gotham in case he has other problems." Gotham's deep sleep is not normal, and it doesn't seem surprising that New York would care.

Batman hummed.

New York frowned slightly, turning the extra cane in his hand, Gotham was not too sober, lazily supporting his head, London was a complete fog, if London didn't want others to feel his emotions, no one would way to know.

Watson, Watson is a little out of shape.But Nightwing was pressing on his shoulder, and Holmes was pressing on his knee. Such obvious hints made Watson choose to shut up.

Since Stark entered the door, he has not said a word in the corner.

Bruce continued: "There are enough individual research samples, and the technology is available. No one here should want more politicians to join our plan, so I will take the scientific information back for research." Seeing those beautiful sweet eyes with the color of fire, Bruce looked away: "Stark will conduct this research with us."

Stark touched his chin, as if he was thinking about something very important, and suddenly added: "Remember to give me the money for the explosives."

Bruce, who was about to say something, almost choked.

"...?"

"Is now the time to focus on this?"

Against the question marks of a roomful of cities and people, Bruce asked with difficulty.

But Stark actually nodded to him, very seriously.

"Row."

Bruce agreed.

"I'll give you three times the price."

And silently ground the roots of the molars very hard.

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[The London Guardian's hints are "Lone Traveler", "Parallel Visitors", "From a certain angle, it looks like a fucking mercenary"]

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This is the entry point of the wonderful adventure between the little master and Gotham~ [I finally wrote here! ! ! 】