[Zhongyingmei] Today I also survived

Hearing the sound of the police car gradually approaching him, Ivan, who was tied to the wheelchair, moved his weak fingers vigorously, and then finally gave up the idea of ​​getting rid of the wheelchair after he was sweating profusely.

"To be honest," Ann sighed, "although I'm glad we got rid of the Mad Hatter, I actually feel a little humiliated at the thought of being left behind as a burden."

The cold wind blew again, Ivan heard the voice of the police, and someone ran towards this direction.

A figure suddenly rushed past Ivan, who seemed to be a man with a red hood.

The man wearing the hood ran forward a few steps and stopped suddenly. He turned his head to look at Ivan who was sitting in the wheelchair, and narrowed his eyes.

"Ivan Bird?" The man called out Ivan's name accurately.

Ivan and the man looked at each other. Before he could say anything, the police shouted from behind him.

The man with the red hood quickly ran behind Ivan's wheelchair, he grabbed the wheelchair, and then pushed the wheelchair and ran quickly without hesitation.

The occasional raised stones on the ground made Ivan in the wheelchair feel like he was about to be thrown out at any time. The man pushing Ivan's wheelchair seemed to think that Ivan's wig was too intrusive, so he pulled the wig impatiently .

"Are you wearing a wig?" the man asked.

Ivan replied: "Yes."

In the next second, Ivan's head felt cold, and the man tore off his wig and threw it away by the side of the road.

"Red hair," Ivan heard the man behind him mutter, "Green eyes, really..."

The man ran very fast, and it didn't take long for him to push Ivan and get rid of the policemen who followed them.

Ivan was pushed into an alley by a man, he looked at the man leaning against the wall: "Thank you."

The man poked his head out and looked out of the alleyway, and then replied: "You don't need to thank me, I just took you along."

After making sure that no policeman followed, the man turned his head and looked at Ivan in the wheelchair.

"What the hell are you wearing? Why are you wearing a skirt?"

Ivan: ...

The man seemed to just ask casually, and he continued to speak without waiting for Ivan's answer.

"You're Ivan Bird, right?" The man tore off his red hood behind him, "From New York?"

The man showed a handsome face, and he shook his hood.

Ivan looked at the man. He was sure that he had never seen this man before, and he didn't know why this man knew him.

"I'm Ivan Bird," Ivan replied, "I do live in New York, do you know me?"

The man grinned, and he took out a dagger and approached Ivan.

"I don't know you," the man knelt down and cut the ropes that bound Ivan's hands and feet with a dagger. "I've heard your name before. You were captured by the Mad Hatter?"

After his hands and feet were untied, Ivan moved his wrist quickly, but the effect of the medicine given to him by the Mad Hatter had not disappeared, and the feeling of weakness in his hands and feet prevented him from getting up rashly.

"Who are you?" Ivan asked the man in front of him.

"You can call me Red Hood," the man said, "I have a question for you."

"Do you know Batman?" Red Hood looked at Ivan.

Ivan thought for a while, then nodded. During the period of being locked up by the Mad Hatter, the Mad Hatter and the Scarecrow had scolded the Gotham vigilante countless times.

"Very good," Red Hood smiled. "How is your relationship with him?"

"Actually, I don't know him," Ivan said, "I just heard the Mad Hatter mention him."

"Then do you know Bruce Wayne?" Red Hood asked again.

This time Ivan gave the reaction Red Hood wanted: "Mr. Wayne and I met once before, and we hardly spoke."

"That's all right," said Red Hood. "Since you know Bruce Wayne, I might ask you to do me a little favor."

Ivan raised his eyelids and glanced at the red hood, he greeted in his mind.

"How much is his negative value?" Ivan asked.

"Don't worry," An replied, "It's not easy to meet perverts everywhere. This guy's negative value is not high. I think it's quite normal. He shouldn't be a bad person."

"What do you want me to do?" Ivan asked the red hood in front of him.

"Don't worry," Red Hood reached out and pressed Ivan's shoulder. He took out a gun out of nowhere, "It's not a difficult thing."

The muzzle of the gun was not pointed at Ivan, but the red hood just held his gun casually. He stared at Ivan, showing a smile, and a strong sense of threat was revealed from his eyes.

"That's what you said, not a bad person." Ivan looked at the man in front of him who was staring at him condescendingly, and he said to An expressionlessly.

install:? ? ? ?However, he does not have a high negative value!It's not my fault!

The Arkham Asylum welcomed a large number of criminals tonight, and Gordon breathed a sigh of relief watching the group of criminals escorted into Arkham by Gotham police officers.

"The Mad Hatter was not caught," Gordon said to Bruce beside him. "A police officer saw him, but they didn't catch him."

Bruce handed Gordon a piece of information: "The people in New York probably have arrived at my place. This is the young man's information."

Gordon looked at the photo in the file: "I will have someone issue a warrant for the Mad Hatter tomorrow."

"Thank you." After saying this, Bruce left.

Gordon looked at the young man in the photo again, and the young man's indifferent eyes made him raise his eyebrows.

"This child," Gordon looked at the photo suspiciously, "did I see it somewhere?"

In Wayne Manor, Alfred is entertaining two guests from New York.

"Long time no see, Mr. Stark." Alfred put the coffee in front of Tony and Steve.

"It's been a long time." Tony took a sip of coffee, "Where's Mr. Wayne?"

"Oh," Alfred smiled, "he went out, you know, he goes out every night at this time."

Tony nodded knowingly, he looked at Steve opposite, Steve had a cold face, his facial muscles tensed.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Alfred looked towards the door in surprise, he didn't know who would be visiting at this time.

"Excuse me," said Alfred, "I'll go see who's here."

The old butler walked towards the door. The person at the door seemed to be in a hurry, and the doorbell kept ringing, which made Alfred quicken his pace.

The door was opened by the old butler, who looked out the door with a smile: "Hello..."

There was no one outside the door, Alfred frowned, a stone was placed at the door, and a letter was pressed under the stone.

Alfred bent down and picked up the letter. There was a line written on the envelope.

——for the softest Batman

Alfred frowned. He was very familiar with the handwriting on the envelope, and he already guessed who sent it.

"Ah Fu, why are you here?" Bruce stood not far away, looking at the old butler standing at the door.

Alfred raised his head, he looked at Bruce: "Master, you are back."

The old butler handed the letter in his hand to Bruce: "There is a letter for you."

Bruce took the letter, and he glanced at the words on the envelope.

"Master Jason sent it." Alfred said.

Bruce was silent for a while, he opened the letter, the content of the letter was very short, only a few lines.

"Tony Stark here?" Bruce put the letter back in the envelope.

Alfred nodded: "Mr. Steve Rogers is also here, and they are waiting for you in the living room."

Bruce nodded, and he walked into the room.

Tony was drinking coffee when suddenly Steve straightened across from him, and he turned to look at Bruce who walked into the living room.

"I've got a lead on Ivan Bird," Bruce said before Tony could speak.

Steve stood up from the sofa: "Where is he?"

"Someone just left it at the door," Bruce handed the letter to Steve. "Tomorrow at eleven o'clock at noon, you will meet that young man at the Gotham train station."

Steve quickly read the contents of the letter, and he handed the letter to Tony.

"Red Hood?" Tony looked at the signature at the end of the letter, he looked up at Bruce, "He hasn't reconciled with you yet?"

Bruce didn't seem to want to discuss this topic with Tony, and he turned to Alfred for a few words.

"Get them two rooms," Bruce said. "They're staying here today."

The old butler nodded, then watched Bruce go upstairs.

At this time, Ivan was locked in an abandoned warehouse, and he was sitting on the only chair in the warehouse.

About 10 minutes ago, the guy who called himself the Red Hood locked Ivan in this warehouse, and he never showed up again.

Ivan walked around the warehouse a few times, but he couldn't find anything that could be used to defend himself, not even a wire.

The door of the warehouse was suddenly opened, and Red Hood walked in. He glanced at Ivan who was standing in the corner of the warehouse.

"What are you looking for?" Red Hood threw a hamburger to Ivan, "Don't bother, I cleaned this place thoroughly before, and you can't find anything."

Ivan caught the burger, and the burger exuded heat, as if it had just been made.

"You haven't asked me to help you." Ivan didn't eat the hamburger, he looked at the red hood opposite.

"Ah," Red Hood opened his own burger and took a bite. He looked up at Ivan slowly, "It's very simple, follow me to a place at noon tomorrow."

"Where?"

"Gotham Railway Station." Red Hood finished his burger in a few mouthfuls, and he looked at the burger in Ivan's hand.

"Aren't you hungry?" Red Hood asked.

Ivan didn't answer Red Hood's question, he frowned and said, "Why did you take me there?"

"There are so many questions," said Red Hood. "If you won't eat that hamburger, give it to me."