[Comprehensive British and American] Backbones League

"Where are you going?" Jason finally came.

Saras pulled his hood and did not answer his question, but said: "I just found a very interesting man, he has a pentacle, can control water, it is very useful for our plan. "

As he said this, Jason tilted his head to look at his clothes: "You seem to be in a bad mood?"

Salas immediately raised a smile: "What are you talking about? I'm in a great mood."

"You can't fool me, Sarah Wayne," Jason said.

Salas shrugged: "Well, you're right, I'm in a bad mood."

He lowered his face and said with a very exaggerated expression: "I'm broken in love."

"Impossible." Jason said decisively.

"Are you saying that it is impossible for me to fall in love? Or do you mean that you don't believe me in falling in love?"

"I don't believe you'll fall in love with anyone," Jason replied.

fall in love with?It's really unlikely, he just got rejected.

"Let's not talk about this, is what I want ready?" Salas said to Jason.

Jason snorted, he didn't feel anything about Salas's avoidance, he just took out a pen-like thing from his pocket: "According to what you said, all the things I got from the scarecrow are here, Lucifer has brought something to research, but I haven't found Loki, I think you may have to ask for that guy's favor yourself."

"Very good." Salas said, "Such an interesting thing will definitely come when Loki finds out. I really can't wait to see the whole world go crazy."

"But I'm afraid I have to tell you something." Jason paused before saying, "I'm not sure if Sarah Wayne's identity is still safe."

Salas turned his head to look at him, it was bad news, but his eyes were very calm.

"How?" he asked.

"Dick and Tim went where your body was," Jason said.

"You told me about it," Salas replied.

"That was the last time. They stayed last time. This time they took your body." Jason paused, "It was in a hurry."

"..." Salas twitched the corners of his mouth and said, "It's not a strange thing for an elder brother to care about his younger brother who suddenly passed out."

"After Superman returns to the Justice League?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so."

"Whatever." Salas shrugged, "Anyway, I don't expect to be able to hide my identity well."

"I mean that bet you made with Bruce," Jason said. "What if this weird thing is because Bruce came back?"

He made a very annoying conjecture.

Salas smiled: "Jason, don't you really think I'm making a serious bet with Bruce? Are you afraid that I'll take the initiative to enter Arkham? Come on, Jason, I'm a lunatic, a villain through and through, I'm a liar Isn't it normal? Could it be that you were also deceived by me? Do you also think that I will keep my promise?"

Jason looked at him smiling, his green eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, as if saying "I'm a liar", so he shook his head: "No, I don't think so."

Salas frowned: "That's right, Jason, I won't go in."

When he said that, Jason thought for a while, then nodded.

"Besides, even without me, everything has been arranged properly, so why hesitate?" Salas said this again.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's go." Salas didn't answer, just smiled meaningfully at Jason, and then pulled the hood again, "The mission is not over yet, Jason, you'd better visit an air force base and compare which one Okay, let's see which one we hijack. For our plan, I want to be good, not afraid of difficulties."

Jason glanced at him: "What about you?"

"Me?" Salas smiled and raised his eyes slightly, "Dick and Tim care so much about me, I always go to see them."

He turned his head slightly and smiled at Jason.

Salas hasn't really figured out what to do with Dick and Tim, just as he hasn't figured out what to do with Bruce if he does come back.

So embarrassing.

He rubbed his chin, thinking very sadly.

Especially thinking that his body is still in their hands.

Get your body back first.

If the opportunity is right.

Fortunately, Dick and Tim hadn't had time to leave when Jason came to talk about it. They seemed to be delayed on the way back to Gotham, so they were still in New York.

So Salas went back to New York openly.

He took all the information Jason found and planned it a little bit.

an explosion?Or a robbery?

Just in the way of Dick and Tim, the group of superheroes really like saving human beings.

Salas straightened his pizza courier hat and kicked the courier lying on the ground next to him.

I apologized to him very guiltyly, and then picked up the pizza box.

Pizza rarely appeared on the table of Wayne's family. It was junk food and was not allowed. I didn't expect Dick to buy it outside secretly.

If there is a chance, he has to sue Ah Fu.

As Salas thought, he entered Dick's hotel.

Pressing the elevator button, Salas stood quietly in the elevator.

But before the elevator doors were about to close, a man in a gray jacket opened the elevator doors again.

"Sorry." He apologized to Salas.

Salas gave him a good-tempered smile back.

Then the elevator closed its doors.

The floor is a bit high, so the time to go up is relatively long.

Saras glanced sideways at the man in the gray jacket, who was also looking at him.

So he raised the pizza in his hand: "Interested in my pizza?"

The man nodded.

Salas said the pizza advertisement very professionally.

Although he is delivering pizza for others, after all, he is also an employee of a pizza shop now, and he is obliged to attract any possible guests for others.

He spoke very seriously, and the man in the gray jacket listened very seriously, nodding his head from time to time, as if saying, "Sounds delicious."

"If you have a chance, you must go to our pizzeria and try it." When the elevator arrived, Salas added something that was still full of meaning.

Although in fact he doesn't know whether this pizza is good or not, but who would say that his own pizza is not good?

The man said yes, and followed the elevator up.

After another floor, the elevator stopped.

Outside the elevator, there were seven or eight people standing.

The man in the gray jacket changed his appearance as soon as he stepped out.

His whole body turned into green skin, and his clothes turned into a long cape.

"John." The person at the front saw the man coming out and asked.

The man shook his head: "I can't see what he's thinking. There's a strange force shrouded in him, which makes it impossible for me to see what he's thinking."

The man in front frowned.

"B, did he see through..." a young man next to him said worriedly.

These people are none other than John Jones the Martian Manhunter, Bruce Wayne the Batman, and Barry Allen the Flash who just spoke.

The others who didn't speak were Superman Clark Kent, Iron Man Tony Stark, Captain America Steve Rogers, and Spiderman Peter Parker.

This is just this layer. If you zoom out the camera, you can see that there are superheroes everywhere in the hotel.

On the other side, Salas was still walking forward.

The experience of meeting someone just now put him in a very good mood, and he felt that this journey was not so boring.

He even hummed a song, and if he wasn't afraid of looking too crazy, he almost wanted to dance.

So much fun, so much fun.

With a warm smile on his face, he reached out and knocked on the door of the room: "Your takeaway has arrived."

He waited for a while before opening the door inside.

The familiar face of Salas stuck out from the door: "Oh, it's my takeaway, then come in."

Salas habitually tugged at the brim of his hat, walked in with the pizza obediently, and didn't hesitate at all because the other party could take the pizza from him, but invited him in.

After all, he wanted to go in himself.

"Put it here." Dick pointed to the coffee table and said to Salas.

This angle is just right, a perfect angle that allows him to see his "self" lying on the bed in the bedroom through the gap in the door.

It's almost as if it was reserved for him.

Salas especially relished the opportunity.

He put the pizza down, bent down slightly, and glanced into the room from the corner of his eye——

It's a pity, if he is not trapped in a body now, he can control his own body, sit up, and it's better to scare Dick.

Too bad we can't do that now.

"Your pizza." Salas said slowly to Dick in a low voice.

Dick nodded, he turned his back at the right time, and walked to the window, leaving Salas a golden opportunity.

At this time, Salas only needs to rush to the room where his body is, then quickly hug his body, and jump from the window.

His pizza bag has hooks, enough for him to bear the weight of him and "him".

It's a pity, he knew very well that if nothing else happened, his other brother should be ambushing in his room right now.

This trap is obviously a bit too much, Dick's acting skills are too bad, although Salas wants to play tricks and pretend to satisfy their performances, but falling into the trap at this level really lowers his IQ.

So he just put down the pizza in his hand, and then said to Dick with gentle eyes, "I'm going out first, please take it easy."

After speaking, he left the room.

Let the Martian Manhunter test him in the elevator first, but unfortunately his brain is protected by Chaldea, and the Martian Manhunter will get nothing, and then let Dick and Tim set up such a mentally retarded trap.

This is definitely not Batman's handwriting, Bruce can't do this kind of trap.

If it was Batman, he would be perfect, so subtle that even Salas couldn't see it.

That's what the bat is capable of.

Therefore, Bruce is probably not here.

Salas felt happy and regretful at the same time. He couldn't tell how complicated his feelings were. He just felt that he came to the appointment so obediently, but Bruce was not there, which really hurt his heart a bit.

That's right, if it wasn't for Bruce, Dick and Tim shouldn't have been allowed to stay so deliberately at the beginning. They stayed on purpose, as if they made it clear that "we are a trap".

Fortunately, he still ran over eagerly.

To be honest, he knew that all this was too deliberate, but at first he thought it was Bruce who did it, so he came here to praise Bruce.

Now look, whose trap should this be?

Nick Fury?Superman?

Nick Fury, he thinks it is a bit easy to see through but requires some IQ, so Nick Fury.

After all, Superman has no such scheming.

As soon as he thought of Bruce's absence, he felt that there was no need to stay in this place.

Although he couldn't get his body back, after all, he came here for Bruce's appointment.

He easily pressed the down elevator button and entered the elevator.

This time, he was the only one in the elevator, and it was too quiet.

Salas folded his hands on his chest, lightly touching his heart with his fingers close to his heart, while holding the gun in the other hand, turning it slightly.

His eyes are empty, and he has to pay a price for going to the wrong appointment: for example...

Ding dong, the elevator stopped. He took one leg and was about to step out when he suddenly retracted it.

An arrow nailed where he had almost landed.

It's Hawkeye.

"No, the trap is useless, just like this?" Salas said.

He was already prepared.

As long as the bat is not around, he is not afraid of anyone.

Of course, he's not afraid of bats...

He just knows that when he and Bruce meet again, that's when Bruce has found his identity.

Salas backhand shot to where Clint was, and his reaction was as quick as that warrior who had experienced countless battles...or stronger.

After all, Batman's talent is really good.

"Damn it!" Clint yelled, and Salas' shot brushed against his ear, and with a millimeter more, he could wipe away the bleeding.

Salas smiled slightly, he liked anyone to be surprised by him.

He backhanded a second shot and shot into a hidden corner, where a Captain America was hiding.

To be honest, so many superhero Salas can't deal with it, but he has been prepared for a long time, ready to abandon his body at any time.

He will die.

The big deal is to stay in Chaldea for a while and wait for recovery.

He is still here just to amuse this group of superheroes, and if the momentum is not good, he is ready to shoot himself.

So he played very easily.

In contrast, superheroes are much more restrained.

After all, there was no hatred of Peter last time, and none of them was cruel to Salas, and they even wanted to capture him alive.

Then it's no wonder Salas.

Salas and the Avengers had a lot of fun.

Until the Martian Manhunter came out of the ground and grabbed the feet of Salas who were about to jump.

"John, since I introduced the pizza shop to you so seriously, aren't you being nice to me?"

"Sorry, Magician," John said.

The next second, Dick and Tim came.

In fact, there was a little hesitation just now, whether Bruce is really here or not, and now Salas has no hesitation at all.

He looked at the way Dick and Tim looked at him, without hesitation, without any extra emotion, just at an ordinary super criminal.

This shows that they don't know that the magician is Sarah Wayne.

"Why do you want to hijack our little brother, magician? What are your plans for Salas? Is it because of you that Salas fell into a coma?" Dick said angrily.

Salas clutched his chest and almost laughed.

Oh, they thought he was here to hold "Sarath Wayne."

Really...

"You care so much about your little brother, but you still put him in front of me as a bait?" Salas said lightly, "Tsk tsk tsk, your brotherhood is really touching. Maybe I should let Arkham Knight Come, let brother take brother."

His tone was eccentric, and it sounded particularly irritating.

"Don't think that if you tricked Jason into following you, you can fool us too." Salas cocked his mouth, expressing his disdain. "What conspiracy do you have against Salas?"

"Why don't you think Jason has some kind of plot against Sarah Wayne? And I'm the one who followed Jason?" Salas raised his eyebrows, "Just because they're brothers?"

"Jason wouldn't do anything to Salas," Dick replied.

"Ha." Salas sneered, "Is that so?"

It was so boring, Salas looked at his firm expression and couldn't help but wanted to refute him: "Then why don't you think that Salas Wayne...is the one who conspired with Jason Todd? And I Just an unlucky ghost who got involved?"

It was so cruel that Salas felt that what he said was too cruel.

He watched Dick's face turn sour, and he was very angry at Salas for slandering his little brother.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Salas was telling the truth, and his little brother was such a person.

Salas didn't want to continue entangled with him, he raised the gun to his temple——

"Goodbye, see you next time."

However, the moment Salas was about to pull the trigger, Bruce's deep voice suddenly sounded: "Salas."

In an instant, Salas stopped completely.

Oh, that's how it is.

It counts.

He figured it out in an instant.

Let him relax his vigilance because those traps are too mentally retarded, mistakenly think that Bruce is not there, but in fact Bruce is here, this is what Bruce set up.

A perfect trap full of flaws, which can only fool a smart person like Salas who is too self-righteous.

He needs to test Salas one last time, and he uses Dick and Tim.

His reaction to Dick and Tim finally identifies Salas.

Really...

Did Dick and Tim know they were being used?

Really worthy of his father, really worthy of the great Batman.

Salas raised his arms behind his head.

"I admit defeat." Salas blinked at Bruce, "But you lost, you caught me, a little late."

For this cruelty like Salas...or for this heart that is harder than Salas, he is willing to give up to Bruce.

"You said he was Salas?" Dick pointed to the glass of the prison and asked Bruce sternly, "Are you kidding me?"

Bruce didn't answer.

Until he said that sentence, he was hesitating, doubting, not knowing whether he should say it or not.

But at that moment, he knew he had to say that.

If he hadn't, Salas would have gotten away with death.

"You said Salas..." Dick bit his lower lip, and he glanced at Salas. At this moment, Salas crossed his legs and folded his hands on his knees.

He was temporarily locked up in a cell specially prepared for him in New York, but his elegant expression seemed to be drinking coffee in a cafe.

Dick couldn't believe that the man in front of him who had a villain written all over him could be his innocent and lovely brother.

"He admitted it," Bruce said.

His expression didn't change a bit, and then he didn't continue talking to Dick, but walked to Salas' cell.

"Why?" Bruce asked.

"What why?" Salas changed his posture and replied more relaxedly.

He folded his arms, leaned back slightly, and looked at Bruce with a half-smile in his eyes.

"Why did this happen?" Bruce asked again.

"Bruce, when disaster strikes, everyone will ask, why, why me? Why did this happen?" Salas laughed, "I've asked, so I don't plan to ask anymore, I'm ready to accept my fate."

"You know I'll be able to find you," Bruce said, "but you still made this bet with me?"

"To be honest, Bruce." Salas tilted his head slightly, "I'm a little disappointed, but also a little proud. The pride is because I know you will find me sooner or later, and the disappointment is because you are much later than I expected, Bruce , One day late is equivalent to losing a thousand lives, but you are more than one day late."

Salas smiled with a smug expression.

He waits for Bruce to ask him something, and then he can proudly let himself guess.

He especially understands why the villain likes to talk, because such a perfect and so proud plan, if there is no way to tell others, no way to share with others, wouldn't it be too lonely?

Who knew that Bruce didn't ask, but instead said something that Salas was extremely unwilling to hear: "I've been to the League of Assassins."

The smile on Salas' face faded. If he wasn't in prison now, he would have covered Bruce's mouth to stop him from talking.

"I saw Thalia," Bruce said again.

"You know I don't want to hear that." Salas lowered his eyes.

"I told her about you, Thalia is very proud that her son can become such a powerful villain." Bruce continued expressionlessly.

Salas squeezed out a smile: "It's a pity, you will never be proud of me."

He paused: "Did she regret it?"

Regret throwing her baby away?

If Salas was with Thalia, he might become a cold-blooded killer, far more cold-blooded than Damian.

That's also good, so that Salas doesn't have to be so entangled.

"Do you know why you are like this?" Bruce didn't answer him, but asked again.

"Pool of Lazarus." Salas replied, "I'm not stupid, Bruce, I'm smart, far smarter than you think, even if I'm a waste, I'm also the son of the bat, Ogu will at least try to use that The pool helped me, unfortunately, I am a Lazarus pool, and I can't save it... trash, the Lazarus pool didn't help me, but turned me into what I am now."

He changed his posture again: "If you just want to say this to me, then you can shut up, Bruce, I am very disappointed. At this time, you are still talking to me like a child, you should care about me. What, not how I got here."

"Would you say so?" Bruce asked.

Salas shook his head and laughed loudly: "Bruce, it's time for me to enter Arkham. I promise you, I will enter Arkham. You are also preparing for this, right? Let your crazy son enter Arkham .”

Bruce looks at him, realizing he can't communicate.

No, not because he couldn't communicate, but because he didn't want to communicate with Bruce.

He refuses to say anything useful to Bruce.

Bruce stood up, and Salas added in a timely manner: "Dick is outside, right? Tell him not to come in."

Don't see him like this.

He straightened his body, his expression turned indifferent.

"You hate me?" Bruce asked suddenly.

"No." Salas turned his head, "I love you."

Bruce left the front of his prison, as Salas expected, and Dick didn't show up.

No one is seeing him anymore except Bruce.

Salas was a little disappointed, but also a little lucky.

But instead of Dick, someone else did.

"Peter..." Salas called out the name slowly.

He should have told Bruce that he didn't want to see anyone today.

Peter looked at him with confused eyes, until now he hadn't figured it out why Salas... the Salas he knew would become a magician?

The magician is a villain, and Salas shouldn't be.

"Are you disappointed?" Peter looked at him like this, and Salas had a strange feeling.

He especially wanted to laugh.

Fortunately, Peter did not show any anger or disgust towards him, otherwise, Salas would have been even angrier than Peter.

He gave Peter a chance, he gave Peter a chance to pull him back, but Peter missed it.

Now that everything has become like this, what right does he have to despise or loathe Salas?

It's very unreasonable for him to think so.

But what to do?He's a villain, he can think like that, he'll think like that.

"Do you hate it?" Salas lowered his voice slightly, and he changed his expression, revealing a gentle smile.

It's a standard, Sarah Wayne smile.

Good-natured, gentle, beautiful, is the expression of his most beautiful skin.

"Come here," Salas said to Peter.

Peter came over obediently.

Salas pressed his forehead against the glass of the prison, pressed his hands against the glass, and asked again in a low voice, "Do you hate it?"

You have rejected me once, think clearly, how to answer.

Although even if he gave a wrong answer, Salas couldn't leave here to punish him.

Salas thought regretfully.

Who knew that Peter suddenly took a step forward as if he had made up his mind.

He raised his hand and pressed it where Salas's hand was through the glass.

It was like trying to shake Salas's hand through the glass.

Instead, Salas withdrew his hand suddenly as if he had been electrocuted.

Now it's Peter stuck on the glass.

Peter didn't leave or move: "I don't hate it, and I won't hate it."

Salas looked at him, it was obvious that he was the one who teased people first, but it was also he who took a step back at this time.

He looked at Peter, who seemed to have made up his mind of some kind.

"Saras..."

"Is it because I said last time... that if you want to save the world, you have to save me first, so..."?

"No, it's not." Peter replied angrily, this was the first time he was angry in front of Salas or the magician, "I just..."

It was just that he suddenly understood why the magician was in so much pain, and why Salas, who lived under the magician's skin, was in so much pain.

He just... understood him, just wanted to save him.

Peter Parker is so kind, oh my gosh, thank you superhero for being so kind.

"Peter." Salas lowered his voice, "You can't save me, and no one can save me, so there is no need to give me your kindness. Can you understand? Because I will never become better, I will always be bad Go on, even my father can't accept me like this, so I don't expect you to accept me."

"But……"

"That was the last time, Peter." Salas smiled lowly, "Little cutie, I thought about it last time, but this time I thought about it. That idea is so stupid, I even think it's ridiculous."