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

It's not been a long time, I complained in my heart, it's a long-planned enemy's narrow road.

Standing in front of me is the new idiot leader of the idiot organization, codenamed "Sly Rabbit".He looks like a dog, the fly in the ointment is that he has a scar on his face - I cut it.

Without this scar, this person would look like a gentle, scum, and promising young man. With this scar, his face would look a lot more vicious, and he would look more like the leader of an evil organization.

However, it is still not as good as the face of the Hydra leader Red Skull I saw on the data before. Red Skull is the kind of leader of an evil organization that can scare children into tears when a photo is put on it. The standard look for an evil villain woven into a story that scares children.

No one knows what the real name of the cunning rabbit is, and nothing can be found out. This code name was taken by someone he messed with. The cunning rabbit in the [-] caves of the cunning rabbit also deserves this nickname, but there are still people who call him Xiaoqiang who can't be beaten to death, I don't know why he doesn't call himself Xiaoqiang.

This name was not well-known when his former big brother of the organization was still alive. I knew it, but I investigated him for the sake of knowing ourselves and the enemy at that time.

I didn't pay attention to this man when I was young, and later I fell into a big fight on him. Half of my old injuries are due to him.

He is different from his brother. Although his brother is also a supporter of the idiot idea of ​​that idiot organization, his brother prefers to fight alone and rarely cooperates with other messy organizations.As for Jiutu, whenever the idiot organization has any actions to cooperate with others, it is mostly him who makes suggestions behind the scenes.

There is strength in numbers—this is his life motto.

Looking at the people who came this time, most of them went to find Gotham's local snakes to cooperate, so we can see who wrote it.

I just didn't expect him to come by himself.

"Miss Wayne, it's a pity that I haven't seen you alive for so many years." The corner of the rabbit's mouth was smiling, and there was indeed a pity expression on his face.

"You're still alive, and I think it's a pity." I smirked back at him.

"But I'm also very happy to see you today," he said. "I'm even happier to see Mr. Wayne."

He changed the subject and turned his attention to my dad: "Mr. Wayne, I have known you for a long time."

Jitu stretched out his hand first, my father hesitated for a moment, then extended his hand and shook his hand.

"Hello," my dad said, "Are you...?"

He looked confused, as if he didn't know the identity of the person in front of him at all.

But I know it's fake.

I have seen the data on the cunning rabbit collected by my dad in the bat computer.

During the Snow Mountain operation at that time, Jiutu was one of the personnel handed over by the idiot organization and Hydra. After I talked with my dad, he even checked this person again.

Batman took action and found a lot of things.

For the cases handled by Jiutu, there are rumors that he did it, or the character and personality of some Qiaotu that was passed on by word of mouth, all the information that can be found is in that folder.

Through these materials, my dad can more or less realize how difficult the character of this person code-named Qiaotu is.

The three caves of the cunning rabbit were talking about his habitual way of leaving a way out for himself.

"A small business owner who has no great achievements and can only barely make a living by relying on his brain. He was nicknamed "Sly Rabbit." His expression was very sincere, as if he had admired my father for a long time, "The people below will Misunderstanding, I asked them to invite you over as guests, but they treated you so roughly, I have already scolded them, I hope you can forgive me, Mr. Wayne."

"Hello, Mr. Sly Rabbit." My dad didn't show any strangeness to his address, and he also showed understanding for his unintentional explanation, which fully demonstrated to him the tolerance of the citizens of Gotham for people's address Sex, "We have many names similar to yours in Gotham. I believe you will feel the unique charm of this city in Gotham."

Then the two started talking like this, as if we were not being kidnapped, but invited to be guests.

I carried Chaozhaomumu on my back, and handed over the performance stage to my dad who is familiar with the performance. The two of them walked in front, and they seemed to be communicating very harmoniously.

I took a step back and surveyed my surroundings.

Qiaotu is indeed very cautious, not to mention where we are now, but to talk about the projection that had a good conversation with my dad in front—yes, the projection.

When standing there without moving, this projection really tricked my eyes.

I thought it was he himself who came here just to kill me.

But after moving, the projection doesn't look like a real person like standing still, and what is visible to the naked eye is the flaw.

He still pays more attention to his own life. He is afraid that if I see him, I will cut him with a knife, right?

Although Qiaotu's physique is not bad, in fact he is still an intelligent talent, and he is not as good at fighting as his brain.

The two of us just want each other to die suddenly. If there is a way to kill him, I will never hesitate for half a second.

I don't know what he's up to, what plans he has behind his back, and I don't know what my dad is planning.

The confrontation between those who play tactics and those who play tactics is not something that I can figure out with a violent output.

Earlier, my dad and Qiaotu talked about this basement—or, it was Qiaotu who unilaterally introduced this basement to my dad.

From the materials used to make the walls, to the high-tech lethal weapons hidden inside, to the superior geographical location of this place, which is convenient for killing and burying corpses, and the owner behind it.

The more I listened, the more vigilant I became.

At this moment, I heard footsteps very close to me behind me.

I paused on my feet, stopped and looked back.

This time, the partner of the idiot organization turned out to be the protagonist of the melon I ate some time ago—the clown.

There is a distance of less than half a meter between me and my dad, and the projection is standing beside my dad.

Just when I stopped to look back, my dad also heard footsteps. After he realized that the person was a clown, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to pull me to his side.

But faster than his hand was a light curtain that appeared between us.

This light curtain is between me and my dad, and we are separated.

The empty basement is divided into two areas, one area is me and the clown, and the other area is my dad.

Jitu's projection clapped his hands, and his voice was joyful: "This is the gift I want to give to you two after spending a lot of trouble today."

"Have a good time."

After speaking, his projection disappeared into the basement.

My dad's face became very ugly the moment he saw the clown, and his eyes became sharper after I was separated from him.

The moment Jitu's projection disappeared, the basement lit up.

Dazzling white light came from all directions, illuminating every corner of the empty basement.

After the basement was lit up, I saw cameras and projectors in every corner of the wall, and also saw holes in the wall that were emitting unknown gas faintly.

The clown saw my vigilant gaze and also felt my dad's gaze on him, so he grinned.

"Are you worried about those things?" The clown smiled and explained to me "kindly", "This is a small thing that my new friend gave me. It is colorless and odorless, and it can make people temporarily let go of their vigilance."

"It seems that this thing is really useful today."

... Is it a buff to reduce intelligence?

I am silent.

This kind of thing is of no use to me, because no matter whether I lower my intelligence or not, I will go directly to it. Adding an intelligence reduction buff can at most make me reckless when I am reckless.

This kind of thing sounds quite unscientific, and I don't know if my dad is affected by this thing.

—It looks like there is.

I think I should go through a process now and ask the clown what he wants to do, but I am not very interested. The irritability of the menstrual period makes me think that I should just cut him with a knife, but my dad, aka Batman, is behind watch.

"Oh baby, don't look at me like that." The clown said, "Uncle clown just wants to do something bad, just to see how the little bat can no longer control himself."

"It's just a small wish, but it's a pity that I haven't been able to achieve it after working hard for a long time." He was holding a bottle in his hand, and his face was lacking in interest - it should be this expression, the oil paint on his face is really ugly Clearly he is facial action.

This clown doesn't look very much like a clown no matter in terms of expression or movement—it's not as crazy as the one who hacked into the Internet last time.

Maybe it was captured by the cunning rabbit and used as a tool man?So being forced to do things is not as active as doing things yourself?

I don't know for sure, but the fact that the Rabbit and the Joker have teamed up is undeniable - maybe with Hydra?

After all, not long ago, the clown was still "fiercely fighting" with Hydra.

The strangely colored gas in the bottle held by the clown makes people subconsciously feel danger, just like encountering colorful mushrooms and snakes.

He casually threw the bottle on the ground, and the gas in the bottle was released instantly.

I raised my sleeve to cover my mouth and nose, and kept away from the shattered glass bottle vigilantly.

"I don't want to do anything to your daughter, Mr. Wayne." The clown spread his hands and said, "This time your daughter provoked someone, and I was just an innocent and poor Gotham citizen who was threatened."

Tell a joke: The Joker is an innocent poor citizen of Gotham.

Laugh to death, if the clown is innocent and pitiful, there will be no bad people in the world.

After throwing things away, he turned around and retreated to the corner.

It's like really just coming to throw a bottle and say a few words.

There is no such thing as opening the door and going out, and then I went up to hijack someone to go out with them and then break out of the siege, because if I want to leave this basement, the only way I know on the surface is the elevator I got off.

As for the elevator, the lights on the buttons are all off now, and it looks like it can't be used.

The clown didn't leave either. He sat in the corner with his back against the wall, and his movements were very vividly in line with what he said about being asked to come over, as if he was being held hostage to hurt me. Throw a glass bottle.

My dad looked vigilantly at the direction he was going to go, and asked me to minimize the area of ​​my skin in contact with the air, hold my breath and stay away from the source of pollution.

We still don't know what this shattered gas is, but judging by the performance of the clown, it doesn't look like a good thing.