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

Fast didn't say much, he pulled the safety catch and aimed a shot at one of the 'Batman's' head.

The bullet passed through the head, leaving a crater in the ground.

The 'Batman' who had been pierced through his head made a short-circuit sizzle sound. There was no blood in his head, but it looked like a solid-color model of the brain printed by a 3D printer.

And the delicate circuit board revealed in the gun hole flashed blue electric sparks.

'Batman' slowed down, and he kept his hand reaching forward to attack Bruce, standing in place forever.

Another 'Batman' roared when he saw this, as if his companion had been killed, he really felt his anger.

He turned his head and glared at Fast's direction, his eyes full of anger and violence were almost indistinguishable from Bruce's.

At the same time, Bruce's growl rang in Faster's ears. "Is this the anesthetic you brought?"

Fast smacked his lips and said innocently: "I didn't say that every shot is an anesthetic, and the anesthetic obviously has no effect on the robot. You should thank me."

"That's a real 'thank you'." Bruce gritted his teeth.

He stretched out his hook gun and hooked back the Batman who wanted to go up to the top floor to catch Fast, and the two Batmen rolled on the ground and fought into a ball.

'Batman' is really pissed off that Fast killed his fellow man, which is normal, because every Batman gets pissed off by a criminal killing an innocent, or anyone for that matter.

"You're welcome." Fast replied briskly.

He got up and stood upright, standing on the edge of the roof, holding the butt of the gun in his hand, letting the muzzle of the gun rub against the ground.

Fast's other hand was pressing the headset, looking down at the two wrestling black figures, the wind blowing his hair from below, he squinted at Bruce.

The wind is so strong that it can almost overturn the whole person, but Fast is just a steady holder standing.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he made noise in Bruce's ear with a clown tone.

"Do you want me to help you deal with him? You will definitely do it, right? If not, then—"

Faster's next words were voiceless. "It's really stupid."

"Hurry up and execute it. Since it's not a real person, there's no need to waste time. You know, it won't say anything."

Bruce frowned, not understanding the reason for Fast's suddenly indifferent tone, not because he had any opinions.

just.

It's a little uncomfortable, because Fast has never spoken to him in this tone.

But no matter what tone Fast used to speak to him, it was Fast's freedom.

Bruce suppressed the wrong emotions in his heart and concentrated on dealing with the 'Batman' in front of him.

As Fast said, he will not show mercy to a robot whose appearance has created even greater chaos in Gotham, and Bruce will not let a robot out of his control do evil in Gotham.

Fast stared vigilantly at the man standing on the building in front of him, the smile on the corner of his mouth was restrained, and the light in his eyes disappeared.

The other party's gaze made him feel danger and a strong sense of oppression, and it was because of him that Fast's tone suddenly turned cold.

Faster's hand gripping the butt of the gun tightened, trembling slightly.

what is that?

Only real danger can make Fast feel bad. He does feel his scalp tingling now, which can only prove that he is a very dangerous guy.

The sniper who played against him is also 'Batman'?No, it's not that simple.

'Batman' lifted the black cloak, and under the moonlight, Fast was able to see clearly that he was carrying several firearms of various models, and his left arm was bleeding, which was hit by Fast's bullets. place.

He is very similar to Batman, but not Batman, nor the robots who are manipulated, he is more like the mastermind behind the scenes.

'Batman' and Fast looked at each other, then looked away, his cold eyes swept over Bruce below, and then slowly raised the grenade gun in his hand to aim at Bruce.

Fast's pupils contracted suddenly, the nightmare that was shattered just now could not be summoned, and the distance of the sniper was limited.

Fast didn't have time to think, he only knew that he had to stop 'Batman' from killing Bruce, so powerless, he subconsciously leaned forward and stretched out his hand.

Fast forgot that there was no road ahead, his foot stepped on the ground, and his whole body rolled backwards and fell.

Gritting his teeth, he reached for anything in the building that would slow his fall, or stop his fall.

Holding the half-open glass window with both hands, Fast hung in the air. He looked up at the monster, his eyes filled with the darkness and madness that belonged to the clown, and he warned the monster with his eyes.

He swears that if this bastard or monster or whatever tries to kill Batman, he will, will—

The monster withdrew his gun and showed Fast a smile that would never appear on Batman's face.

Batman is not suitable for laughing, Bruce Wayne is suitable. The smiling Batman made Fast tremble, and it may be because this person is too underworld.

He opened his mouth and spoke silently to Fast.

"The Joker, tomorrow." As he said that, Fast saw him take out a small launcher, aiming at Fast's drone hovering in the air.

The drone flashed twice, lost the ability to fly and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the glass window couldn't withstand the impact of Faster's fall, as well as the weight of Faster's whole body plus the equipment.

It exploded with a bang, and shards of glass from the explosion pierced Fast's palm, scratching his cheek, and he only had time to stretch out an arm to shield his eyes.

Faster's falling speed this time was faster than the falling speed just now, because the wind direction was downward at this time, and he fell on his back.

Through the gap between his arms and hair, Fast saw the flying cloak of the monster when it turned away. He tried to grab something, but his palm stuck into the glass was unable to grab anything.

Nightmare hasn't fully healed yet, and he can't summon Nightmare.

Batman, save me.

He spoke softly, or he didn't speak.

He doesn't speak, he wonders if Batman will notice him, will Batman save him?

When Fast was about to fall to the ground and fall into a clown pie, a pair of powerful arms caught Fast firmly. The impact caused Bruce to bend his knees and even cracked several pieces of the floor.

Under the moonlight, Batman's long black cloak flew upwards, and all time seemed to slow down.

Fast opened his eyes, and what he saw was Bruce's tight jaw covered by a part of the black helmet, with a little stubble.

Batman pursed his lower lip, looked straight ahead, and Fast could just see a small part of those eyes.

So exciting.

heart.

Batman will save anyone who falls from upstairs, no matter who, he will save, you are not special.

Such a cruel cognition of reality made Fast wake up instantly, and his brightened heart only enjoyed the momentary light and was shrouded in darkness.

In the next second, Bruce lowered his head, his eyes burning with the familiar anger of Fast, and he growled at Fast: "Explain! Joker!"

When Bruce heard the sound of glass shattering, he rushed towards him non-stop. The robot tried to stop him, but Bruce screwed his head in a hurry.

Bruce almost missed. He used the hook gun to swing at a height of more than ten meters before successfully intercepting the falling Fast in the air.

"Thanks for the help, Bat Baby." Fast looked up at Bruce with a fake smile.

Then he struggled in Batman's arms, and Batman's hands firmly grasped Fast's arms and legs.

"Emmmm?"

Bruce paused for a moment, relaxing his grip.

Fast broke free from Bruce's arms smoothly, and he stretched.

Bruce still didn't forget what he wanted to say to Fast, and he repeated it in a cold tone. "explain."

Fast showed embarrassment: "I accidentally stepped on the air and fell from upstairs."

Bruce glanced at Fast's bloody palm, but before he said anything, Fast added, "Hee hee."

The attitude can be described as extremely arrogant.

With a cold face, Bruce swallowed what he was about to say. He walked to the side of the two fake Batmen, raised his arms, and lifted the two robots on his back.

"gone."

...

...

In the clown's safe house, Fast sat at the table and carefully picked up the glass shards embedded in his palm with tweezers.

Bruce hadn't taken off his uniform yet, but just took off his helmet. He squatted on the ground and disassembled the two 'Batmen' with the tools in the toolbox.

He replaced the armor on the two 'Batmans', and the material was exactly the same as Bruce's usual equipment, so Bruce planned to keep these two sets of clothes for his own use.

The man under the clothes looks exactly like Bruce Wayne, in every way.

Their structure is very similar to that of human beings. In all aspects, they have a human-like appearance, and even the skin is imitated with human skin patterns including details.

Picking the flesh with a knife, you will see the bright red subcutaneous tissue no different from human beings, which made Bruce's hand pause.

If it weren't for the chips in the heads of these two robots, Bruce might have thought they were real people.

But Bruce was relieved to find those connected circuits after cutting the meat, at least proving that these were fake humans.

Not innocent people whose brains have been shaved off and turned into machines.

There are two 'Batman', which means that there are more than two 'Batman', and the black hand behind the scenes has not appeared.

And the sniper who was repelled by Fast...

Thinking of this, Bruce frowned, turned around and stood up, intending to ask Fast for some information about the sniper.

With his back turned to him, Fast hissed in pain from time to time. He was wearing a black T-shirt and big pants, like an ordinary boy.

He was sitting under the desk lamp, and there were several blood-stained papers piled up on the table.

Fast frowned and picked up the broken glass in his palm that gleamed under the light. His forehead was densely covered with cold sweat. He had just sterilized his palm with disinfectant alcohol.

Both hands were drenched with disinfectant alcohol, and he tried to pick out the glass shards for himself with a blank face, but some 'little things' were embedded too deeply.

The tweezers got into the meat and the stinging pain caused by the alcohol made Fast almost unable to hold the tweezers.

Also, those 'little things' can't be caught.

Fast thought a little bit self-destructively, if they were sprayed with disinfectant, they would not be infected if they were left in the palm of their hands, right?

The tall figure blocked part of the light, and Fast raised his eyebrows to see that Bruce was sitting in front of him.

Bruce reached out his hand expressionlessly: "Give it to me."

"What?" Fast replied subconsciously.

Bruce didn't speak, but Fast suddenly understood what Bruce meant.

He let out a muffled laugh, which was especially obvious in this quiet environment. He gave Bruce the tweezers, and then spread his bloody hands in front of Bruce.

"Trouble boss."

Bruce's technique was very neat, he took out every fragment accurately, and sprinkled powder on it to bandage Fast.

Fast fiddled with the damaged drone with his free, freshly bandaged hand.

Not long ago, the drone was affected by the information of the Batman-like monster and fell from mid-air. Fast's drone was a special shockproof and drop-resistant outer box.

Even the most sophisticated instrument will break if dropped from a height of several hundred meters, even if it has been anti-drop treatment.

But it still looks good on the surface, except for some cracks.

The author has something to say: It’s a cruel knight——