[Comprehensive British and American] Hero part-time super villain

Fast hugged the little princess who was jumping into his arms. He held Angie's buttocks in his arms and held her in his arms. With the other hand, he handed the biscuits baked by Zola to the teacher in the dance class. .

Fast hugged the little princess very easily and greeted the dance teacher under the envious eyes of other little carrot heads.

You must know that this is the first time Angie's father has appeared. In the past, Zola was responsible for picking up Angie every day. The teacher once thought that Angie came from a single-parent family, and other children in the school also thought that Angie had only a mother.

So she chose to jump into Faster's arms for reasons of showing off.

Her father is more handsome than all fathers, and her father is also a pale knight!

In winter, it is only 5 or 6 o'clock in the evening, and the sky is completely dark, and the snowflakes as big as goose feathers gradually become smaller.

Because Angie wanted to go to a nearby park to play, Fast saw that it was still early, so he took Angie there.

Fast stood near the amusement facilities, a distance that could ensure Angie's safety and allow Angie to see herself at a glance without disturbing her playing with other children.

On the road not far away, several police cars with flashing lights sped past, and the shrill sirens rang through the quiet suburban streets.

Fast glanced at the street. Judging by the amount of police dispatched, it was obvious that they would not be thieves, robbers or other criminals.

Tonight is not a 'not Gotham' night.

Looks like another good show tonight.

Fast raised his lips.

He raised his head and looked at the cloud-covered sky.

Just a cloud.

How can there be nothing?

What about the bat-shaped lamp embedded in the white light that always projects on the cloud?Bat lights... what?

Thinking of this, Fast suddenly frowned, what is the bat light?

It doesn't make sense why he would think there should be something under the clouds, because there has never been anything under the clouds for the past ten years.

Fast hadn't had time to carefully ponder where the strange ideas in his head came from.

Angie jumped on top of him.

Faster looked down, An Qi stretched out her hands to hug his legs, she raised her head, her face was innocent like a little girl, her green eyes were big and round.

The eyes are strangely large, the pupils occupy most of the eyes, but very little white is exposed.

Under the street lamp, shadows fell on An Qi's face, making that innocent and lovely expression look blank and missing, which made people creepy.

Fast tried to move his leg, but found that his leg held by Angie could not move as if it had been filled with lead.

Fast frowned, his expression was obvious discomfort.

He felt a malice like a transparent and tight fishing line slowly wrapping around his neck.

Angie, it shouldn't be like this.

In the next second, the malice dissipated without a trace, as if everything was an illusion, and An Qi was still the lovely An Qi.

An Qi let go of Fast's leg. She grabbed Fast's clothes and asked in a crisp voice, "Dad, are you going to catch the bad guy?"

The little princess had an undisguised reluctance on her face. She didn't want Faster to leave her to fight criminals. She was worried that Faster would disappear from her and Zola's sight forever like the seven years before. not coming back.

Faster missed the most important seven years of the little princess. The little princess's uneasiness is not reflected in the language, but in the actions and expressions.

The little princess is as caring as Zola, she didn't choose to keep holding on to Faster's leg to prevent Faster from leaving, but just clutched Faster's clothes corner, hoping that he would not leave.

The little princess knows what the Pale Knight means to Gotham, but she still hopes that her father can spend more time with her.

A child's mind is easy to guess.

Fast softened his eyes, and he gently placed his palm on the little princess's head.

"No, Angie. I'm not going."

An Qi immediately showed a happy smile on her face, but in the next second, the smile on her face faded, and she asked hesitantly, "Is it okay if the Pale Knight doesn't help?"

Fast shrugged indifferently, and he said in a relaxed tone: "Occasionally, you have to give Little Blue Riding Hood some chances to perform. The most important thing for the Pale Knight now is to accompany the little princess." Fast then added Said: "Although I don't think those little blue hats are useful, but there is Batman, he will not allow criminals to run amok in his city all night."

Fast pursed his lips and smiled, it was a smile, but it was full of strong malice.

In his words, there is unabashed malice and disdain for the Gotham police. He never thinks that those cops who bully the weak and fear the hard will have any effect with high wages but doing nothing.

Oh, they still work.

As a foil for Batman.

Angie tilted her head, and asked curiously in her sweet, crisp voice, "Who is Batman? Is it Dad's colleague?"

Fast froze, God, he hadn't noticed that he mentioned 'Batman' at all just now.

But Fast doesn't know Batman, and he can be sure that there is no fucking Batman in this world.

What happened to him today?

Could it be that after falling into a dream last night, he dreamed of something strange that he didn't know?

Fast pinched An Qi's face, but did not reply to An Qi's words. He changed the subject and said, "It's getting so late, mom has stewed creamy mushroom soup, let's go back quickly."

Sure enough, when she heard about her favorite food, An Qi immediately forgot her question just now, jumped up happily, and asked Fast to take her home, and Fast also carried her back graciously.

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During the day, Fast put on the Pale Knight's uniform and came to the Gotham Police Station.

He needs to carry out the final intelligence handover, and hand over the Pale Knight's intelligence network to the Gotham Police Department. Fast has a set of contact networks that have penetrated into the gray zone of Gotham to collect intelligence.

Now that Gotham has turned around for the better, he should also hand over these intelligence networks to the police station. The Gotham police who have mastered this intelligence network will have an easier time catching criminals.

It's time for Pale Knight to take a long vacation and spend time with his family.

The best-case scenario is that the Pale Knight is an urban legend in Gotham from now on, which means that Gotham has completely turned around and no longer needs superheroes, which is a wonderful phenomenon.

Fast entered the Gotham Police Station through the main entrance, and the two police officers who would always greet him on weekdays leaned against the wall and dozed off.

There were less than half the number of police officers in the police station building than usual, and most of them were staring numbly at the monitor on the computer screen.

Fast glanced roughly, and he walked directly into the door that represented the director's office.

Sitting in the director's office is his good partner, James Gordon, whom Fast has known since Gordon was just a small policeman. Over the past few years, Gordon has successfully become Gotham City by virtue of his own ability. Chief of the police station.

Fast leaned against the door of the chief's office, and he said slowly: "Good morning, James. I guess the criminal last night was very tricky? I guess you haven't caught him yet, otherwise there wouldn't be only so many criminals in the police station. Some people."

A brisk smile appeared on Fast's face, and the domino blindfold covered his eyes, but the smile on his face was still eye-catching.

Putting his long fingers together at his temples, he saluted. "Pale Knight, serving Commissioner Gordon."

Fast raised his head, but he didn't see James Gordon who always sat behind his desk with a sad face.

The director's office has been almost vacated, and it has long since lost the most common appearance in Faster's memory.

"Pale Knight, are you here to find the chief?"

The police officer who was packing up the relics of Director James Gordon in the office raised his head and greeted Fast with a heavy expression.

"I'm sorry to tell you, Pale Knight. Many police officers died last night, including Chief Gordon."

Fast seemed to have been hit with a stick, and he froze in place.

He seems to be still immersed in a dream, his past partner, the first friend who identified with the Pale Knight and has been helping the Pale Knight, and the friend who attended his wedding with Zora.

James Gordon sacrificed last night?

Who was the criminal last night?Combined with what he saw at the police station, the police are still checking and monitoring.

Even though many police officers were sacrificed, the criminal was still not caught.

If he had chosen to go out with the police last night, would the vicious criminal have already been caught?There will not be so many police officers killed.

Fast was condemned in his heart.

Seeing that Fast hadn't reacted yet, the police officer sighed and said, "Congratulations, wk"

"I'm sorry if last night I—"

Before Fast finished speaking, the policeman interrupted Fast. "No, this has nothing to do with you, wk. As our chief said, we should stand up for ourselves and not always rely on you."

"I think the chief didn't notify you last night, and he must have thought so. He has made up his mind." The police officer obviously didn't want to give Fast a chance to blame himself.

But the more the police officer said this, the more he felt guilty and remorseful.

He had to catch the criminal and give the dead policeman an explanation.

"Did you find any clues?" Fast asked.

The police officer shook his head and said, "The criminal has a very high awareness of anti-reconnaissance, and he is very clear about the location of Gotham's cameras. We didn't see him in the nearby surveillance."

Fast nodded thoughtfully, and he asked again: "Then what can you tell me? For example, characteristics or something?"

"The criminal is tall, about 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters tall. He is wrapped in a black cloak that sweeps the floor, with two ears on his head, like..." The policeman thought for a while and came up with a word.

"Like a bat."

As the police officer dropped the last word, Fast's heart beat heavily.

A black stalwart figure almost melted into the night, the moonlight coated him with a faint cold light, the black cloak fluttered with the wind, and his firm and tight jaw.

arrogant.

The pupils under Fast's eyepatch shrank suddenly, and he didn't know where the feeling of palpitation and picture came from.

Bats, bats again.

In the past two days, there have been too many 'bats' in front of him, haven't they?Does this mean something?Had he actually seen it before?

A bat-like criminal.

Fast hid the surprised expression on his face, and he nodded to show that he knew.

Fast had to go back, he had to tell Zola that he would be busy for a while now, and let them go out as little as possible.

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