Friendly neighbors are villains

Amy lifted the lid, and what was inside really shocked her, even frightened her. The only consolation was that at least for the time being, she didn't have to worry about being blown to death.

What Hannibal is spoofing is neither bombs nor rotten flesh, but a male head, a whole head, including the hair, but only the head.

Amy knew the owner of that head, it belonged to the clown, the guy who kidnapped her and tried to torture himself to death.

"Do you like it?" Hannibal said slowly, "He will never have a chance to hurt you again."

Amy felt a trembling and strange atmosphere floating around the head. She noticed that the clown's eyeballs were still spinning in their sockets. When the lid was lifted, those yellow eyes immediately focused on Amy. face.

The corner of the clown's mouth suddenly raised a terrifying arc. It was obviously just a head without a body, but it seemed to be alive.

Amy immediately guessed that the clown's head was a model prop, but the shape was very realistic. Based on her understanding of Hannibal, a man would not put such a boring thing here as a "gift".

There is no doubt that this is a real head. As for whether it belongs to the clown, Amy is not sure yet.

Her stomach was overwhelmed, but her eyes couldn't move away from the horrified scene she saw. Amy said: "The clown is already dead. When his body was burned a few months ago, many people were present." If not The news of the clown's death brought by Bruce Wayne himself, I am afraid that Amy will not easily believe the news of his death.

So, it shouldn't be the head of the clown.

"What they burned was just the body of the clown, with someone else's head on it, and I did a little processing to make him look like the clown, I guess those people don't check the head after they have identified the body. Really The valuable part has been preserved by me until now, just to give it to you like today." Hannibal smiled secretly, "However, you didn't expect that I was the one who hanged the clown, Ai Mi, I'm a little disappointed, I thought you knew me well."

Amy forced herself to shift her gaze to Hannibal instead of the ugly head: "Did you do it?" She did consider that the Joker's death was related to Hannibal, but there was no evidence at the scene to prove that Amy Mi's conjecture, and the clown has many enemies, Hannibal can't be ranked at all.

"Why help me?" Amy said.

"There is no doubt that I am on your side from the beginning to the end, no matter when." Hannibal said slowly, "I should have acted earlier, before he did anything to you, sorry, I was not there at the time New York. You must have been quite frightened. When I thought of everything, I guessed that the clown would trouble you. In fact, he is not the only one who wants to trouble you. He is the fastest mover."

Of course Hannibal has his way of catching the Joker and putting him down, a pervert always has to be taken care of by another pervert.Hannibal cut off the clown's head in an exquisite way, and kept his brain active with nutrient solution and vitamins. In other words, the current clown has not actually died completely.

Because medically speaking, only brain death can be regarded as death in the true sense, but the clown's thinking is still very active, and he can even hear and see the conversation between the two people in the room.

Amy smelled a strange smell of potion, which came from the surface of the clown's head: "You must have spent a lot of time." She should thank Hannibal for what he did, but Amy couldn't say a word at all Words about thanks.

"It did pay a price, it's worth it." Hannibal raised an arm.

Amy noticed that one of Hannibal's sleeves was empty: "Your hand?"

"As you can see," Hannibal said, "I lost an arm, and a lower leg." He didn't seem to care that the acid had eaten away Hannibal's left arm and For his right leg, he personally replaced his right leg with a prosthesis so that he would not look too embarrassed in front of Amy.

Hannibal obviously doesn't have the healing ability like in the game world, nor does he need that power to be strong enough.

"You don't have to do this." Amy said, a little helpless, "We don't really have anything to do with each other."

"That's my business, now, it's your turn." Hannibal pulled out a gun, slid across the dining table and landed precisely in Amy's hand, "Kill him, and then, bring his head to my brother." Tan, let everyone know that you killed the clown."

Amy didn't feel pity for the clown. Facing a head that was almost dead, she didn't mind pulling the trigger on the other's forehead: "I don't understand."

"You will understand later." Hannibal said, "Now, shoot." Seeing that Amy was still not moving, he spoke again, with a hint of teasing, "Are you afraid, or are you going to borrow my gun?" hand? Just like in the game, let you gain experience?"

"For me, the clown is dead, and I don't feel the burden of shooting him in the head," Amy said, "But I can't let people know that I killed the clown, and his followers will give me and my family in danger."

"There won't be that kind of trouble," Hannibal said. "He has no followers, and you will gain admirers, because before you, no one can kill the Joker, including Batman, and the criminals of Gotham will because I worship you crazily for your actions."

Between the lines in his words, Amy heard some hints.

During the period when Hannibal was not harassing Amy, he single-handedly eliminated the clown's followers. This was a big project, and Amy didn't know the method of elimination he used.

"What can I do for you?" Amy had to say, "Maybe you want to heal your broken arm?"

Hannibal knew a lot of superheroes who didn't want to reveal their real identities. He participated in that game and had contact with most of them. He was probably the only one who slipped through the net.

Until now, Hannibal has been at the top of the arrest list of the Avengers. He seems to be very good at hiding. Even if he used the Sky Eye system of Stark Industries, he could not find Hannibal, as if the world had evaporated. without a trace.

Hannibal said: "I think that perfect things are not necessarily complete, right?" He looked at Amy, urging the other to pull the trigger, "Don't waste time, I have other things tonight Do."

Amy picked up the gun.

The Joker still seems conscious, and Amy doesn't know how Hannibal did it, but that's not her concern either.

When the muzzle was aimed at the clown's temple, Amy seemed to see a relieved expression on his face, even though the almost rigid facial features couldn't squeeze out any extra looks.

Amy dropped the gun.

"What made you sympathize with the enemy, Amy?" Hannibal made a dissatisfied voice.

"Do you know what the Joker's greatest wish is?" Amy said, before she waited for Hannibal to respond, "He wishes to die at the hands of Batman."

"So?" Hannibal asked.

"Batman thought the Joker was dead, by someone else's hands." Amy put the gun on the dining table.

The clown's face contorted with excitement.

"Death is not a punishment for him, but a relief." Amy continued, "Why should I let him be relieved? He must be in pain now." She asked Hannibal, "Can you feel pain? "

"I'm afraid not," Hannibal said, "but his brain is still very active, and he knows his situation."

"How long can it stay like this if it's left alone?" Amy asked.

"A long time." Hannibal said with a smile, "until I stopped feeding him."

"Then let him fend for himself." Amy looked at the clown's face and said word by word, "Those who were killed by you will be very happy to see your end today, Batman is still healthy, Fulfilling his righteous deeds, he will meet the woman he likes, get married and have children, and pass on his beliefs to his descendants. The world will sing him, praise him, and support him. In the future, there will be countless people like Batman A hero like that is born. And you, Joker, no one remembers who you are, including what you did, you're just a badass criminal who died in a pointless place, like all villains do."

The clown's head was put into a glass tank filled with what seemed to be liquid, and a piece of cloth completely covered him. Amy couldn't hear the clown's roar because of the loss of vocal cords.

"How does revenge feel?" Hannibal asked, he was extremely calm from the beginning to the end, with almost no emotional ups and downs.

"Much better than expected." Amy said, "Thank you."

Hannibal gave Amy a second gift, which was an exquisite box, the size of a palm, inside which was a bracelet strung together with black gemstones.

"I hope you can wear this to dinner with me today," he said. "It was made just for you, I think, in your favorite color."

Amy didn't take the bracelet: "You should keep it for a woman who suits you." But she guessed that no woman would be willing to be the partner of an "ogre", which means that it could become food at any time and be put on the table.

"I took care of the clown for you, shouldn't you show it?" Hannibal pondered for a while, "Put it on, at least for this moment, you are the right woman, when you leave this place, you can do whatever you want deal with it."

Amy hesitated for a few seconds, and briefly glanced at Hannibal's severed arm. She picked up the bracelet and put it on her wrist.

Hannibal seemed very satisfied. He pointed to the cooking table at the side and said, "You can cook for me now. You can choose the ingredients for your treat tonight."

Amy was stunned, and then felt inexplicably relieved: "Is there human flesh in the refrigerator?"

"I'm not going to do something that spoils the fun," Hannibal said. "It's just chicken and beef."

The atmosphere was unbelievably harmonious. Apart from taking a sip of the red wine in the glass once in a while, Hannibal didn't do any substantive "harassment" to Amy, just like an old friend who hadn't seen him for a long time was going to have a chat.

"I'm a wanted criminal." Hannibal said, "After you leave, you can report me."

"Trying me?" said Amy. "I wouldn't do that."

"Don't relax your basic vigilance against me." Hannibal smiled slightly, "I have always yearned for your taste, and I have been restraining myself."

"But if you eat me, you will lose the only person who expressed concern for you after you were injured." Amy said firmly, her super power is enough to deal with Hannibal.

The dishes are prepared one by one. In order to conform to Hannibal's aesthetics, Amy also deliberately made a plate design to make the appearance of the food more attractive.

Hannibal began to eat food that looked delicious, and the loss of an arm did not affect his grace.

"How does it taste?" Amy asked.

"Very good." Hannibal gave an absolutely high evaluation.

Amy smiled happily: "In case you are unfortunate enough to go to jail, I will take time to visit." Her own wine glass was empty, and Hannibal didn't pour Amy any wine. She took the wine bottle and poured it. half cup.

"One month." Hannibal wiped his mouth.

"What?" Amy didn't know why.

Hannibal said: "One month later, ordinary people and superpowers will usher in a war. I'm afraid you don't have the energy to visit the prison, and I won't be caught in prison."

Amy was stunned for a moment.

"Human beings don't deserve peace." Hannibal seemed to be complaining, but also seemed to be talking to himself, "It's not worth saving either."

Amy didn't know what to say for a while, and she drank the half glass of wine.

Hannibal was right. With the current situation, the conflict between civilians and heroes is like an arrow on a string, ready to explode at any moment.

"Maybe the world needs new super criminals." Hannibal looked at Amy meaningfully, "For example, someone like the Duke."

Just when Amy was about to continue asking questions, a whirlwind hit her. She felt that she had no strength in her whole body, and even her mouth was numb.Fortunately, Amy was still awake, and immediately realized that she had been hit by Hannibal's trick. She was just about to use the mutant power to attack the opponent, but suddenly found that the mutant power in her body seemed to be sealed and could not be released at all.

"I said, you can't let go of your basic vigilance against me." Hannibal stood up and slowly approached Amy. This was the first time he approached the girl proactively after meeting the girl.

Amy couldn't move at all, and could only watch helplessly as she kept walking in her direction.

"I know you're a mutant." Hannibal stood in front of Amy and gently stroked the girl's hair. "So I made some improvements to the gift, and it seems to work well."

Amy thought of the jewelry on her wrist, there must be something in it to suppress the power of mutants, and then she thought about the glass of wine, there should be no problem with the wine, because Hannibal himself was drinking it, so it was the glass that made her Numbing drugs.

"Don't be afraid." Hannibal took out a dagger from the inner pocket of his clothes, "We will never see each other again soon."

Amy's eyes widened, and she wanted to say something to delay the time. Before entering the house, Amy sent a message to Magneto. Not surprisingly, Bai Jian's father will come to rescue her.

But Amy just twitched the corners of her mouth, unable to make any sound.

The author has something to say: Come, come, come!Uncle Ba is here with his knife!