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

The Batcave is a place that... sounds mysterious, and it sounds like: ah, yes, it has the inside flavor of Batman!

Walking into Bruce's study room, turning a decoration on the bookshelf, the walls of the room trembled slightly, and then - a small wall turned over, revealing the secret passage hidden behind... This is very much in line with Randall's idea of The idea of ​​a secret room.

"There are three other ways to open the secret door, and there are more than one secret passage. If you stay here for a while, I can tell you slowly." Dick smiled at Randall and led him into the secret passage. road.

The alley was not dark, and there were lights on the walls that snaked down, Dick told him as he walked.

"Bruce and Tibbo are busy - it's evening, the clown and the scarecrow were sent to Arkham in the morning - we can't hold them for too long, but we can go to Arkham to interrogate them if necessary, as for the two mutants Man..." Dick frowned—brows lowered, "it's hard to tell if there's something else that's affected them, they've been talking nonsense since they woke up."

"Hmm..." Randall responded slowly, not knowing what to think.The wall lamp projected the figures of the two of them on the wall long and scattered, as if there were countless figures following them.

"Don't worry too much, I think they won't hurt Lula for the time being, just like what you said, since the power of creating the 'silver element' is somewhat similar to Lula's, they must also be afraid of this power. "

"Did you leave a tracker on Lula?" Randall said suddenly, "That raincoat."

Dick was obviously stunned for a while, with an unnatural expression on his face. After two seconds of silence, he asked, "You know..."

"Some time ago, I was afraid that my home would be monitored by Hydra, so I checked it thoroughly, and found several locators... I thought it was Hydra at first, and I was worried that there were Hydra around me , and it turns out that you did it, or rather, Nightwing and Detective Grayson."

Randall looked at Dick's soft black hair from behind, and said helplessly: "You should know that as early as the mutant school was established, the children were learning anti-tracking technology, not to mention that this thing is in the drum washing machine and Clothes fall off after one wash.”

Dick smiled embarrassingly—"Aren't you angry?"

"Out of trust in my partner and love for my boyfriend, I decided not to say anything at that time, and see what you guys want to do... And," Randall's voice suddenly dropped, with a bit of a daze Confused, "I don't know how to deal with it. This seems to be a kind of attention that crosses the boundary, an infringement of freedom in other people's mouths, but I...you haven't heard how I should deal with this."

When he learned that someone left a locator on his body, Randall's first reaction was of course to be angry. Hydra or other organizations threatened his personal privacy, but since he found out that these gadgets came from Dick and When Ye Yi was walking, he suddenly felt that this was not something unbearable.

This is a self-protection instinct of the body's defense mechanism, the last straw for a person who can avenge and dedicate himself to the truth at any time-the reason why he chose the career of broadcasting may have such a reason, he is afraid I died from the will of moths to the flame, and I can only use this way to continue my desire for life bit by bit.

He wished someone could—watch him all the time.

Dick sighed softly. To be honest, he didn't really feel much about what Randall said to himself at that time, whether it was possible to "coinate" or not. After all, his little mutant accepted it all too much. Fast, even a little handy, and sometimes he can draw inferences, and he is extremely clever, but at this time, Randall's face will show the kind, which was hidden in the amazing picture when they first met each other not long ago. Under the skin, there is rarely a sense of loneliness and desolation.

He stretched out his hand to hold Randall's hand hanging by his side. Randall's hand was still cold, and it seemed that he had suddenly come alive when he was wrapped tightly in the warm palm.

"I did put a tracker on Lula's raincoat. After all, Gotham is still very dangerous. I'm worried that something bad will happen to her outside, but the people who took Lula away must have used the signal to block it." Breaker, we can't find any signal now, we can only use the most primitive method to restore their route, and speculate where they took Lula."

They finally reached the bottom, where there was a closed metal door, which didn't match the retro decoration of the whole manor, and was full of futuristic technology, like the room where the Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys stored the Charles Yiyuan enhancer. , Dick turned the scanner next to his hand, the bright blue screen flashed, and the door slowly opened to both sides, and the huge space below was displayed in front of them.

There are combat uniforms of Batman and Robin on both sides, just like most people are a bit of a collector, all uniforms are neatly arranged there after the update iteration, and there are some cool cabinets in the wall cabinets. Some of the equipment that Randall saw Batman use in a video accidentally shot on the Internet, there are still a few Batmobiles with different shapes parked in the open space, one of them is even under maintenance, and the wheels have been removed , the chassis of the car was lifted high, and on the other side were parked a few fighter planes, the kind that were fully armed.

It can be said that this - a bat cave is - the entire arsenal.

In front of them was a large holographic projector marked with dizzying numbers that Randall had seen with Tony Stark.

Tim sat on a chair on a pulley and turned around busyly, from one screen to another, while Bruce looked down at what was on the screen.

Tim—holding coffee in his hand, raised his head to look at them—and pointed to the direction behind him, "Hi, are you feeling better? They're there, you can ask them."

Bruce was still wearing the uniform of Batman, and the long black cloak fell to the ground, but he took off the helmet, and the brows were tightly frowned on the beautiful face of Baby Bruce at this moment. After the formulaic smile was missing, he It looked serious and stiff.Bruce gave Randall a slight - nod as a greeting, and quickly turned back to study his stuff.

Randall looked at Dick, and the dark-haired young man shook his head lightly, "It's like this when they work, let's go, let's go and see Sidra."

Randall kept up with Dick, and the cotton slippers didn't even make a sound, and they floated past them like a ghost, making Tim jump.

There is a small prison behind the bat cave. It is not a problem to detain eight or nine people. The prison is also in the same tone as the entire base, full of high technology, transparent glass, cold light, and outside there is light that can control the temperature of the small room. Randall glanced at the controller, and saw that it was even able to control different light sources.

"Because sometimes we meet some aliens..." Dick noticed his gaze and explained.

What kind of aliens would use kryptonite and red sun light... Randall chose to ignore this—discovery for now.

The glass wall is one-way, that is, people outside can see what's inside, but people inside can't see outside.Sidra and another mutant sat on the ground with no expression on their faces, as if in a daze.

Randall stood outside the glass and observed them—for a while, the mutant who had never seen before seemed to contain some snake genes. His eyes were vertical pupils, which would shrink violently due to the strong light. It can be seen faintly on the arm and arm - a little bit of tiny scales reflect light.

Sidra...can't see much difference from ordinary people. He is sitting on the ground, sliding his fingers on the smooth ground, as if drawing a figure, and on the back of his hand, occupies- The image of the moon on the entire tarot card was left on it, and the side face of the woman in the full moon was calm and relaxed, her eyes were closed, and the corners of her mouth were raised, which was similar to what Randall saw on the fortune teller's card— slightly different.

"Selene..." Randall murmured. He didn't realize it before, but now that he looked carefully, he found that the profile of this woman was so similar to Selene.

The man in front of the glass suddenly raised his head because he caught the short words. He obviously should not be able to see the people outside, but at this moment, he stared at Randall's eyes through the glass like a beast. .

Randall took off the necklace around his neck, and he could clearly perceive the emotions of the two mutants in the cell. Unlike before, the chaotic and disordered emotions were magnified several times, filling their hearts. If the brains were placed on the mutants that Randall interrogated at the Bludhaven Police Station earlier, they would be absolutely insane enough to go straight into a lunatic, but Sidra didn't - he just looked a little bit Crazy, with cruel eyes, but still calm, not deprived of the ability to think independently.

Randall glanced at the pattern on the back of Sidra's hand again, and it overlapped with the one he saw briefly in his memory, almost exactly.He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the mental force penetrated the glass and got into Sidra's body, causing the mutant to suddenly lower his head in pain, his fingers trembling.

"On May 27, two years ago, at 21:[-] p.m., did you kill the [-]-year-old male police officer in the Bludhaven dance hall?"

What he said was a question, but after he said it through gritted teeth, it was more like a determined tone, but he was looking for a definite answer.

Sidra lay on the ground, his fingers slowly tightened, he raised his head little by little, although the veins on his face were swollen due to the pain, making him look extraordinarily hideous, but the corners of his mouth were raised, showing a hint of madness: "I have never killed Extraordinary..."

Randall slapped his hand on the glass wall and made a violent noise. His brows were furrowed, and he looked very angry. Standing not far from him, Dick felt that those violent emotions could be embodied Modernized.

The color of Randall's blue eyes was gradually darkening at this moment, and Sidra, who fell on the ground in the cell, seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand, and was lifted up from the ground bit by bit until Hanging in the air, his ferocious blue veins spread from his neck to his temples, his face flushed red.

Dick took a step this way worriedly, "Landa..."

Randall turned a blind eye.

"I'll ask again, did you kill it?"

Randall watched him, his voice low and dangerous.

"Uh... cough, I haven't... I haven't killed anyone, uh ha ha ha ha ha..." Sidra squeezed out a smile, followed the voice and looked at Randall's face, "I just... ...cough, cough...is giving them, uh, the chance to become Endymion..."

The force that gripped his throat was loosened by what he said, and Sidra knelt down on the ground again, holding his throat and coughing heavily—for a while.

"Cough, it's just some unlucky ghosts who don't deserve the favor of the gods." The speaker Sidra raised the corners of his mouth again, his voice was as dry as sandpaper, "What's the matter, are you also jealous of God's favor? "

Randall's face was ashen. Of course, he was sure that his elder brother Wilder was killed by the laughing lunatic in front of him. They thought that the process of giving the 'silver element' gave them a new choice, a new choice. The opportunity to become a member of the gods, 'Endymion', a legendary shepherd boy favored by the moon goddess, is willing to fall into an eternal sleep for the goddess he loves, and can only meet the goddess in dreams-they long for Power, but they don't know that this power is piled up with half the lives of people. They give everything they have to each other, and that inferior and low-level drug turns them into killing machines ordered by others.

Randall was speechless for a while, and looked at the mutant in front of him coldly with indifferent eyes, his ability to penetrate glass was doubled again, and he could see Sidra's distorted face and forehead dripping with cold sweat.

"Is 'Mr. M' you or someone else..." Randall simply sat down on the open space in front of Sidra. If you don't plan to say it, it doesn't matter if I spend a few days with you."

He said calmly, "I am quite similar to you in one way, that is, I never kill people, but I am familiar with how to make life better than death."

Sidra's face is stiff, he has a bit of a clown in his madness, but Randall guesses that his unnecessary fearlessness is probably affected by the 'silver element', through Jason some time ago With Sidra's own experience shared with him, it is not difficult to see that he himself should most likely be a timid coward.

Pain is the easiest way to arouse the mind. The pain transmitted from the nerve endings is real and not fake. It is the brain reminding human beings to leave the source of danger quickly.

Randall watched the horror under Sidra's pupils, and mercilessly increased the intensity, "Hurry up, my patience is not very good."

Sidra curled up in pain, and under the thin clothes, it could be seen that his back was wet with cold sweat.

"I can't say...I can't say...she, she will kill me..." Sidra growled.

"Her?" Randall paused, squinted his eyes, and said, "So 'Mr. M' is actually a woman?"

"..." Sidra crouched and trembled, but did not speak.

"Then you must know Selene, right?" Randall bent his fingers and tapped on the glass wall, and the clear glass made a rhythmic sound, - down and - down, making Sidra's body Also trembling, "By the way, the current strength is only 20.00%."

Sidra's forehead was pressed against the cold ground, and tears of cold sweat and pain had accumulated in a small puddle. He gritted his teeth and shook his head slowly, saying in a trembling voice: "...I can't say , I really can't say."

Randall snapped his fingers, "If I can't say it, it means I guessed it right?"

"Where's Hydra?" Randall continued to ask, looking down at him like an emotionless judge, "Do you cooperate with Hydra? You always know where their base in Gotham is. ?”

Sidra bit her lip tightly, as if reason and faith were fighting in her head.

"I know you're all fucked up," Randall said, "I saw it from those mutants who didn't have much sense yesterday, and all of them had a concept implanted in their heads, which is, 'Fight ’, as for you guys... a little bit more advanced than them, but about the same."

Sidra raised her head with difficulty and glared at him with hatred, but because she couldn't see Randall's exact location, it was as if she was staring into the void.

"Believe me, keyword monitoring is not so accurate." Randall said softly in a negotiating tone: "No matter how powerful she is, she can't be accurate to every one of hundreds of people, unless she is a super The supercomputer of the era... as long as you tell the location of Hydra, you don't have to suffer like this..."

Sidra began to gasp heavily, his gums bleeding from his excessive bite.

"Island." The mutant next to Sidra suddenly said in silence, a little more calm than Sidra, "It can be reached from the northeast port, we have never been there, just know where it is .”

"Oh?" Randall quickly withdrew the power that was oppressing Sidra, turned his head to look at another mutant, and didn't feel any trace of him lying.

Sidra fell on the ground and gasped for air. The weakness of the rest of his life made his head so heavy that he couldn't lift it up.

"You will die," Sidra said in a husky voice, "she has got what she wants, and you will all die."

Randall narrowed his eyes slightly, "Really? Then I'll wait and see."

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