[Comprehensive Yingmei] What kind of experience is it like to take online classes in Gotham?

After returning home with my freshly baked hairstyle, everyone did not have too many doubts about my hair color, and praised my new hair color very well.

They accepted it well, but I'm not used to it.

Especially when I get up in the dark at night and go to the toilet to face the mirror in the toilet.

As written on the color's introduction page, fluorescent green is particularly conspicuous at night, reflecting some light faintly.

Seeing two glowing tufts of hair next to one's ears at night is no better than seeing a ghost.

Then there is my mother, she left me a very complicated comment after seeing my new look in Moments: [If you want to live a decent life, you must have a little green on your head. 】

I choose to ignore this.

Zilbach didn't comment on my new haircut, but he didn't call the clown green in front of me anymore.

Compared to this, he didn't come to me this time to gossip about clowns.

It seems that the clown and Hydra have really had a truce. He didn't find out any news, and SHIELD didn't contact my dad again to try to get him to travel.

Zilbach brought me a message.

"That idiot organization sent someone to look for you again."

Bugs, specifically refers to members of the idiot organization who can't see the light.

They are really more disgusting than bugs, they can't be shaken off, and they can't be beaten to death. Obviously, last time I brought people to fight them, they hurt both people, but now they have recovered.

"No, come again?" I have lived a peaceful life for a long time, and I have entered retirement early.

Although the two months in Gotham really cannot be described as peaceful, but after being suspended and returning to college life, I really haven't been fighting for a long time.

At the very least, if the Special Case Office asks me to go on a mission now, I won't get into the mood so quickly.

But this idiot organization is really something I have to get done.

That's why they send them day and night—otherwise what are they sending me weapons for?Worrying about me getting shot by some psychotic criminals in Gotham?

Judging from the attack at the last banquet, the idiot organization really did kill me, and really wanted me to die at the banquet, but unfortunately they were unlucky, the banquet that day was full of superheroes.

Judging from the results of subsequent investigations, they will definitely not let it go. With the combination of old and new hatred, it is beyond my expectation that they can endure until now before sending people to Gotham.

"Where are they?" I asked him.

As Zierbach who walks in the gray area, his sources of information are extremely extensive, and he himself is still a social bully, so I am not surprised that he can learn about the action of the idiot organizing this operation.

"I don't know about this. I just found out about the news a few days ago. They hid it very well." He shrugged, "I guess it's on your side."

"OK, thanks." I said I had read the message and transferred the money to him manually.

After receiving the money, he sent me back a thank you boss emoji.

"I just like to play with friends who are rich and powerful like you." Zierbach said.

Because I know his nature of being a money fan, every year I give him a gift in a very straightforward manner. This friendship is made up of stacks of banknotes.

This is the only thing he wanted to tell me today. After receiving the money, he quickly went offline, leaving me alone to think about it.

Since the idiot organization came to Gotham and wanted to trouble me, should I call the door, or call the door, or call the door?

You can't sit still, I'm not the kind of passive sabotage person.

Go out for a walk and be a bait!I got up decisively and packed my things to go out.

There are not many things to bring, the main thing is to bring the day and night, just wear a sportswear.

After I made a decision, I quickly dug out the clothes from the closet, put them on, took a peaked cap and went out.

After leaving the room, I saw Alfred in the living room directing several people to move things, which seemed to be a refrigerator.

Had Alfred finally had enough of that Wayne Corporation custom built refrigerator with a dishwasher?

I stood on the railing on the second floor and looked down.

Then suddenly in disguise, the refrigerator was thrown on the ground by those people, and they took out guns from their bodies.

Four people, each with a gun.

Three shot at where I was on the second floor, and the remaining one jumped at Alfred.

I didn't have time to think about it, I quickly leaned over to avoid the bullet, and then I grabbed the vase on the display rack and threw it down.

They dodged when the ceramic vase was shattered in the air by a bullet, and the shards fell.

The person who attacked Alfred had already been subdued by him, and even the remaining three were incapacitated by one bullet sent by Alfred.

These people should come here to trouble me, but it's hard to say whether they are from the idiot organization, because they don't look like they are skilled. Although they have guns, they are very weak.

really weak.

He pulled Chao Chao out of the umbrella stand, and before he asked them a few words, he had already explained everything.

— not even a professional killer.

"Miss Louise, have you messed with anyone lately?" Alfred asked me.

That's not something I've just provoked recently, the idiot organization and I have had new and old grudges one after another.

I killed their former boss, and their current boss wanted to avenge his brother and establish prestige in the organization with my life. If I didn’t hunt down and kill me, I would be easily questioned by the second in command—that is, his sister-in-law—whether they don’t care about brothers and sisters Affection.

If you ask me, this younger brother is quite miserable. He may not necessarily want to avenge his elder brother, but if he does not take revenge, he cannot serve the public.

Of course I was the worst.

Before I could answer his words, another person came at the door.

It's really endless.

Where do people come from?Have the defenses of Wayne Manor been shut down?

In the fight that reappeared, I was slandering in my heart.

Not many people came, only a dozen or so.

It should be my dad who just came out of the bat cave and joined the battlefield in a bat suit. There are not enough people for my dad to punch twice.

People fell to the ground, and Tim came in through the door.

"There's no one outside." He shook his head at my dad, "The latter batch got off that truck."

Then Tim turned his gaze to the people on the ground, and after seeing the people who were dead near me, he looked up at me and then at my dad.

My dad obviously saw those people too, and he took a look at me too.

After slaughtering people in front of the superhero, I felt a little guilty, and took a step back a little later.

"...It's all over the house, so my self-defense shouldn't be too much?" After hesitating for a while, I asked back with my father's gaze.

"Killing people is not the best solution," he said.

The best solution would be to incapacitate them and send them to the police - of course I know.

But even if the people who came after me were not sent by the idiot organization, they still had something to do with them.

If I don't solve it on the spot, I'm afraid they will break out of prison and disturb the online class at night.

Cough, of course.

I wasn't brave enough to say that directly to my dad.

In the end, I only told him that this is the task of the Special Case Office, and I have the right to kill these people.

My dad didn't express any opinion on the reason I said, but just stopped me from making up for the rest of the people.

He took away the people and the dead bodies on the ground.

That's why I want to go out as bait to lure people away and solve it quietly.

Although my dad didn't say anything to me this time, it's a bit difficult to meet Batman's disapproving gaze and then want to kill people under Batman's nose.

This group of people should not be the only ones who came to Gotham, more people don't know when they will make a move, and I don't know what plans they will have.

With the concept of the idiot organization, it is not impossible that they will cooperate with Gotham's mentally ill criminals or some kind of boss.

If you choose to cooperate, it will be much more troublesome than simple assassination.

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That night, my suspicions were confirmed.

It is true that someone came to Gotham to find cooperation with local snakes.

Source - Jason Todd, AKA Red Hood, Gotham's well-known sex boss.

"Someone wants to cooperate with me to fuck you, Miss Wayne." Jason said on the phone, his tone was very joking, that kind of bright mockery.

"No way, they are jealous of my beauty and talent." I answered him.

"What's going on?" He came back seriously, and asked me, "I heard from Xiaohong that you were attacked in Wayne Manor today?"

"Yes." I said, "A dozen or so came, and I chopped off three or four."

"You're quite daring, hacking in front of the old man." He obviously understood what I meant by hacking, "Well, what did he say when he saw it? Is it very serious: 'Don't kill people' or something like that of?"

"No," I said, "he just looked at me with that, Batman look of disapproval, and said, 'Killing people isn't the best solution.'"

"...It's not fair!" Jason was shocked, "He didn't say that to you!"

"Maybe, because I can be legal?" I said hesitantly, "Besides, he didn't just know that I would kill people. Didn't he also say that I killed so many people at the last banquet?"

"You didn't kill him under his nose last time, how can it be the same this time?" He retorted.

"Maybe later he'll knock on my door and say, 'Louise, let's talk' or something." I'm noncommittal.

Then we fell into an awkward silence on the phone.

"Anyway, you should pay more attention recently." Finally, Jason changed the subject dryly and hung up the phone.

Ok.

I was lost in thought while holding the phone.

Anyway, I'm in self-defense, and it's still legal, and it's okay to kill them all.

I comforted myself like this, telling myself that I don't have to worry about being knocked on the door by my dad in the middle of the night to talk about it.

...Still so flustered!

Blame Jason Todd! ! !