[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

The crime rate in the city of Gotham is astonishingly high.

When the alarm started to sound throughout the city, Randall and the others saw that the kind-looking Roma around them quickly picked up the weapons hanging on the edge of the tent and looked around vigilantly. Those women picked up the children who were playing outside and carried them back.Ordinary people who came to participate in the rally picked up their cubs, threw them into a private car, closed the door, and drove away with the exhaust of the car.

In the divination tent behind them, the fortune-teller raised a small curtain and looked out, with a serious expression, saw Randall and Dick still standing at the door, frowned and said, "Are you outsiders? Don't be stupid." Here you go, get out of here."

After she finished speaking, she carried a small wooden box in her hand and got into a gray container next to her, and the iron door closed heavily with a creaking sound.

In just thirty or so seconds, huge changes took place around them, and they suddenly became empty.

Randall pinched the phone, the phone rang and hung up in just a few seconds, and instead sent several text messages, he was stunned for a moment, and muttered: "It's really a simple folk..."

Dick briefly talked to the person on the other end of the phone, and then he dragged Randall back to the car. The overwhelming siren sounded for about 3 minutes, and light rain slowly drifted down from the sky, sticky and wet The air is crowded around.

Their cars were heading towards the city. Contrary to where most of the vehicles were driving, this lane was wide and empty, and there was almost no traffic jam.

"The attack was planned by the clowns." Dick said to him, the tires of the car rolled over the wet ground, splashing a thin layer of water on the asphalt road.

"Well, I saw it." Randall flipped through his phone, and his colleagues from the police station sent over the general situation, asking them to rush back to support as soon as possible.

The clown is a guy full of rituals. Compared with the simple and crude killings of some other criminals, he prefers time bombs, crime predictions, puzzle games and philosophical puzzles. Most of the time, his killings are For my own position, a position that is contrary to the current social order.

Randall clicked on a short video sent by a colleague, which was obviously taken in a hurry. The camera of the mobile phone was shaking, surrounded by a crowd of people running and screaming, and in the distance a group of well-equipped police officers were resisting some... …Mutant.The mutants moved very quickly, but every time they made a move, they gave Randall a weird sense of déjà vu, as if they were too stiff marionettes, dull and numb.

The video lasted only a short ten seconds. Those strange mutants were fighting with the police, but neither side was killed. The colleague's panting voice was not very clear in the chaos, "...see that Is that woman over there? She is the daughter of the city councilor who disappeared not long ago... Crap! It's so fucking unlucky, pistols can't be used, damn these mutants have rough skin and thick flesh, they don't seem to feel pain, and electric shock guns won't last long , it’s like he’s being controlled, anyway, you must be careful—”

Control... Randall said the word silently in his heart. He had obviously encountered several acquired mutants before, but he was not at all surprised that the situation would develop like this.

"They're stalling," Dick said.

"What? What are they going to do?" Randall looked at it several times, frowning. Most of the people on the missing list should have appeared here. The probability of the 'silver element' drug that could not find any ingredients was Like Lula, the person who was captured by Hydra for research was a change caused by putting a part of the godhead of the moon goddess Luna.

"As you said, poisonous gas was found in those corpses before... The Scarecrow has been studying fear gas for so long, and he definitely knows how to combine fear gas with 'silver element'."

Randall was dumbfounded for a moment, and a cold flood came from the wet rainy season, which made him shiver.

"They want to turn everyone in this city... into mutants...? But, this is really ridiculous. What good does such a society do for them..."

"Don't forget, you met the Penguin and signed a contract with them." Dick reminded, "Oswald is not necessarily the only one who has a contract. Think about it carefully, and this is in the interests of many people. , whether it is Hydra or Black Mask, or even this strange 'moon' organization, that mysterious Mr. M, can get what they want from it..."

They speculated that the person who developed the drug 'Silver Element' might want to cause a war between superhumans and ordinary humans. Frank once said during their interrogation that the person who provided him with drugs was called 'Mr. M' , although they haven't heard any news about 'Mr. M' since then, let's just call this person behind the scene as such.

"But the clown..."

Randall looked out the car window. The lane next to him was full of cars coming out of the city center. The sound of car horns and the flashing light red brake lights were connected together. He felt irritable for no reason.

Dick sighed, and glanced at the phone screen, where messages were jumping, Oracle, Tim, and some people from Titan were sending real-time messages, "This is just a game for the clown."

It's an 'innocuous' game against the Dark Knight, the Joker doesn't want to kill or spare anyone.

What will happen when ordinary people have power that they never had before?What will become of this city?What happens to The Dark Knight of Gotham?What will the citizens who have been protected by him choose?

There are too many reasons, this will be the ideal society of the clown: disorder and fairness coexist, violence and death coexist.

Not long after he finished speaking, there was a dull loud noise from a distant direction, and the ground shook. Dick slammed on the brakes, and saw a puff of gray smoke rising from the sky behind him from the rearview mirror.

"It was an explosion." Dick gritted his teeth and said, "They trapped the citizens in the city."

The location of the explosion was near the highway, and Randall heard the sudden increase of horns and people cursing from the car windows.The necklace on his chest was still shaking and hit his collarbone one after another. Randall reached out and took it off again. He took a deep breath and his brain began to feel dizzy. Dick stepped on the accelerator and the car rushed forward again. There was no expression on his face, the exquisite makeup was no different from before he went out, his blue eyes stared indifferently, and the despair and fear from the people around him surrounded him.

What did the citizens of Gotham do wrong?Always have to suffer this kind of crime, all living beings have suffered from hardships and vicissitudes.

This is the first time that Randall collected the emotions of the people around him on such a large scale and intensively. He felt his palms start to heat up, dizziness and nausea attacked him together, and there was a humming in his ears. He picked up a phone next to him, but he couldn't hear anything clearly, everything was like a haze through frosted glass.

"Have you come here? B and the oracle are already checking where the scarecrow put the device," Tim's voice appeared in the Bluetooth headset, sounding a little urgent, "there are too many mutants, mutants Human suppressors don't work well for them, and I called for backup from the X-Men, but most of them are on missions on the other side of the world, and it will take a while to get here."

Dick looked at the not-so-congested road in front of him, stepped on the accelerator harder, and went straight to more than 100 miles, "It will take another 5 minutes, Tibao, please hold on for a while."

He didn't expect that the strange conjecture that he had thought of wearing a police uniform and fighting with Batman Red Robin when he was in Bludhaven would actually come true.

"The clown blew up the road and the sea bridge, and it's hard for everyone to evacuate now."

Dick could hear the sound of Tim's longstick smashing through the air, accompanied by the muffled thud of muscle being hit.

Tim said: "The police department has been notified to distribute gas masks as soon as possible, but the inventory is definitely not enough, and we don't even know when the gas will be released."

"They didn't move at all before..." Dick said in disbelief.

It stands to reason that if such a huge crime is to be planned, the preparations in advance are absolutely complicated, and it makes no sense that neither the police nor Batman have discovered it.

Tim sighed on the other end of the phone, "It's mutants... They cast a wide net, at least more than 500 experimental subjects, which is enough for them to research Alpha-level mutants, and the ability to teleport mutants is not unheard of." As I said, B has detected the ability fluctuations of mutants before, but each time is very short, we are now precisely optimizing those fluctuation locations, so as to speculate on the location of the device."

"...Got it," Dick said to Tim, "I'm coming."

"The clown is in the building towards you at ten o'clock," Tim took the time to look down at the positioning instrument, the little red dot belonging to Dick was moving rapidly to this side, he escaped the attack of a mutant, but still couldn't hold back Remind: "...the ground is slippery in rainy days, be careful."

"Oh, Tibao, you are so caring!" The elder brother who was most easily soft-hearted smiled.

Dick parked the car under the shade of a tree, and could hear some fighting and gunshots faintly in front of him. He took out a gun from the side, turned his head to look at Randall, who had been quiet for a long time, and asked in a low voice: "Landa, are you okay? We've arrived."

Seeing that Randall didn't respond, Dick leaned over worriedly, "Randall?"

He touched Randall's hand, and Dick, startled that his little mutant was hot now, gave Randall a little shake.

The smooth and familiar feeling from Mr. Vigilante slowly enveloped Randall, and the gentle emotion was like a fruit-flavored candy.He blinked, and the tinnitus and dizziness slowly faded away, as if he had floated up from a very deep seabed.

"……I'm okay."

He held Dick's hand back, and when he lowered his head, his movements were a little slow. After two or three seconds, it seemed like a robot with low battery was suddenly recharged, and it became alive again.

"Really? Do I need to put this on? Why did I take it off?" Dick picked up the pendulum that he had put aside.

"No need." Randall raised a smile, "It's fine now."

He looked ahead, it was a world where the gunpowder was not cleared, and his heart was full of pain that could not be vented.

It's time to give them back.

"The clown should be in that building. We have to go through the mutants underneath. Red Robin and the police are fighting inside. The number of mutants here is about 120." Seeing him recovering, Dick Quickly told him about the current intelligence.

Randall nodded while putting Dick on his wireless headset, "I can solve it, I have to find the clown and the scarecrow quickly."

"Okay, stay safe later."

After the two briefly went through the plan, Dick was ready to act. However, his hand was already on the door handle, but was gently pulled by Randall. When he turned around, the mutant who had already unbuckled his seat belt leaned over. Body, touched the corner of his mouth lightly.

Randall said in a low voice, "I'll ask you for a little luck before we go."

The author has something to say: Wait!

The final homework is about to make me depressed!help!But it's almost done, and I'll have time to type!Sorry for not being able to find time recently!

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