[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

"Me?" Lucilia felt incredible, "So powerful?"

Is this the point? !

The roar in the human heart was almost materialized, and it hit Lucilia's face directly with an exclamation point, which made the gargoyle stunned, unable to understand this.

"how?"

Seeing the genuine innocence on her face, Jason could only tell himself to be patient and take a deep breath.

"Red Robin has sprayed herbicide outside, and it seems to have little effect so far. We need to change the method, but this thing," he pointed to the black protective film, "it makes me unable to leave."

If it wasn't for this thing that doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, and doesn't allow anything to come in and out, where would these vines have time to trap him?

The results of it?He could only watch helplessly as the vines slowly climbed up, covering the surroundings little by little, until even the light could barely penetrate...

But the culprit, the gargoyle...

"But I don't know how to untie it," Lucilia said.

she does not know.

I don't know how I opened this protective film, and naturally I don't know how to remove it.After all, damn it, she lost her memory.

She.Amnesia.Ah.

Lucilia repeatedly emphasized this point with her innocent expression.

What bad thoughts could a gargoyle with amnesia have?She just followed her instincts.

Jason took a deep breath to calm himself down.It's useless to be angry, and this gargoyle doesn't care, and might even gloat over it.

Fortunately, human beings are familiar with magic, and have come into contact with many earthlings or alien visitors with supernatural powers.

Pulling and pulling can also sort out some experience.

"Try to relax." Jason suggested, "Reduce your sense of crisis."

"But I have no sense of crisis at all."

Those huge moving plants, although it is difficult to classify whether they are some kind of monsters or ghosts, Lucilia can at least be sure of one thing: she is not afraid of them.

It seems to be a kind of self-confidence derived from the food chain?

She's not so sure.

"But you want to block them, don't you?" Jason snapped. "You must have thought that."

Lucilia followed this line of thought, trying to find what triggered her instincts, and seeing those crazily wriggling and chattering things, her bewildered expression instantly turned into disgust.

"Maybe, it's because they're sticky and pop."

Dislike written on the face.

Dislikes that can be seen without mind reading and telepathy.

Jason:  …

Overheard Red Robin: ...

As a robin bird, the robin bird of the bat family, not to mention sticky and explosive plants, whether it is a sewer who knows what kind of sewer, or a trash can on the street corner that hasn’t been cleaned for how long, it doesn’t matter to them What's so disgusting, the former has their enemies inside, and the latter often kills them.

For a long time, they have forgotten that some things are destined to be disliked by most people.

Lucilia is a gargoyle on a tall building under the moon, but not a fire hydrant on the street. Isn't it normal to dislike sticky and unknown objects?

As a result, the matter reached a stalemate, and Jason couldn't come up with a solution for the time being anyway.

He can't get out, what else can he do?

"Let me think about it," Tim said first.As a "little president", Tim was a gentleman who wandered around in various banquets. Of course, he would not ignore this basic need at this time, not to mention that they had to clean up these vines in the first place. "Herbicide is almost ineffective, it must have some unknown special protection, maybe we can try missiles, Lucilia, does your protective film protect against ammunition?"

"Are you referring to Jay's bullet? I think it's okay. It's okay to hit me directly."

That thing didn't seem to break her defenses.

Tim: "... when did you do the experiment?"

"I didn't do this kind of experiment." Jason decided to justify himself, and warned Lucilia: "Do you have a count? Once the missile is launched, it is impossible to turn around for your life halfway."

Lucilia is almost 100% sure about this: "My intuition is very accurate, this is not a problem."

Lucilia said so herself, and they accepted it.

The plane hovered and tilted, and the little red bird chose a good angle so that the ammunition hit the side of the protective film at an oblique angle, so that even if it penetrated, it would pass through this building and fall to the next door.

The streets have been cleared, and there will be no casualties anywhere. As for the buildings... find Wayne.

As far as Bruce's attitude of infinitely skipping work is concerned, Red Robin might have to sign the appropriation application when the time comes, Tim is not at all cowardly.

The protective film will not isolate the sound, and you can hear a "swish", followed by a literary "Boom".

The protective film successfully blocked Xiaohong's missile, and the explosion occurred on the upper layer of the film. The missile contained special substances, and the fiercely burning flame spread rapidly, even though the vines twisted and entangled with each other, they were not extinguished.

Lucilia was satisfied.

The black fell, like a curtain suddenly unhooked, and it poured down with the pull of gravity.

"Wait……"

Jason didn't get a chance to finish.

Lucilia, who found her target, jumped out directly, facing the flames, and reached out to hook a vine that was still burning. The hand was hot, but it couldn't hurt her at all. Instead, it was the burnt breath that made Lu Celia feels extra familiar, similar to the taste of hometown cuisine?

"Poison Ivy." She called the Queen of the Green Top by her code name.

This is like "Batman" or "Red Hood", it is their scar and their glory.

Poison Ivy was stuck on the throne propped up by the plants, with one elbow resting on the armrest, her fingers clenched into fists to support her chin, looking down at humans like mediocre ants, as if she was winning.

"Who are you?" She asked lazily, with obvious contempt.

Lucilia was not angry, but thought about it seriously.

Jason is Red Hood, Dick is Nightwing, so what is she supposed to be Lucilia?

"'Gargoyle'." Lucilia decided.

Her code name is "Grizzly Beast".

"Gargoyle." Poison Ivy repeated the code name.

"The gargoyle," Tim repeated.And marked the document, "This name is not very good, your taste?"

"Definitely not." Jason retorted.

If you ask him to name it, it doesn't matter if it's Wonder Woman or something else, it won't be "gargoyle".

It can isolate vines, flames and explosions, and has the strange power to pinch vines to death. The combination of this series of abilities is very eye-catching. Poison Ivy temporarily put down the red hood and the red robin plane patrolling in the air to suppress the hostility. Aligned with new obstacles.

The surrounding vines well responded to Poison Ivy's mood.

The vines began to gather and twist together, Lucilia let go in time and landed on another roof, silently watching the things she disliked twist and turn, three or four were tied into strands, and the top was coiled into a ball, suddenly It looked like a weird blown-out bola.

The next second, the jab slammed down on Lucilia.

This is not considered an attack.

Lucilia felt the other party's hostility and was aware of those calculations.This blunt look was not a real attack, she could feel that Poison Ivy's thoughts were wandering, obviously preparing for something else.

"Lucilia."

Jason also noticed it and sounded a reminder.

"The ability to cheat, forget?"

Lucilia turned her head and smiled at the humans to show that there was no need to worry.

At the same time, her body shifted slightly to the left. Sensing the change of Poison Ivy's thoughts, she suddenly turned to the right. That was comparable to the speed of a cheetah running at full speed, far faster than the vines. This time she avoided the hammer blow , and rushed out of the roof, over the edge, and fell straight down.

The gargoyle has a tacit understanding of its own heart, and it is not far behind the enemy.

The man-eating flower bud below who was ready to attack was stunned.

Is this home delivery food?

Of course, it doesn't count.

Lucilia directly smashed it down.

The situation changed too fast, and Poison Ivy's thinking obviously failed to keep up. In addition, this angle had already entered the blind spot of Poison Ivy's vision, so it was difficult for her to deliberately manipulate it.

In other words, at this moment, the cannibal flower bud can only rely on its own instinct to deal with the enemy.

It is a plant and needs constant access to nutrients to survive.

So it surrenders to the need and continues to carry out the last order given by the woman on the poison ivy.

The cannibal bud opened its petals to welcome Lucilia's arrival.

The unlucky child, who thought it was a good meal, did not expect the food in his mouth to be a deadly weapon.

Lucilia almost used herself as some kind of throwing stone, smashing into the center of the piranha.Her fingertips moved slightly, and her neat and round nails instantly turned into water droplets, flashing a sharp and menacing cold light.

"Shhh-"

The sound of organic matter crumbling.

Poison Ivy seemed to have paused for this, and quickly leaned over to look over. Jason also came to the tall building, poking his head out from the side where Lucilia jumped out.

Together, they witnessed how the gargoyle shredded a whole vine tough enough to crush a helicopter with its silky and smooth posture like tearing paper.

Poison Ivy turned her head to look at Jason, as if she wanted to ask: Where the hell did you find this monster?

Jason was calm, at least on the surface.

"Monsters are a Gotham specialty. We're all used to it, aren't we?"

Explosions, gas, monsters.

Gotham specialty.