[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

Now the pressure was on Merrell.

Merrell had never been so embarrassed in his life. He thought that at the age of 17, he was not an adult either by planting flowers or by the laws of the United States. Why did a minor have to bear so much pressure.

Merrell resisted the pressure of the gaze, and was slowly lowered by the gaze. He lowered his head, trying to cover his twisted and tangled expression with his cropped hair.

He remained silent, trying to let the matter pass by itself.

But Damian and Xiaoyu obviously don't want to let Merrell go. As for who is better, Batman or Jackie Chan, this is a very important question for both Damian and Xiaoyu.

As for Merrell?Would Merrell be embarrassed to have anything to do with them?They just want others to agree with them.

Merrell is obviously the most suitable one, after all, he is familiar with both Jackie Chan and Batman, and even fought with Batman.

"Merrell/Cheng Sheng, is this a very difficult thing in your heart?"

"Uh." Merle paused for a moment, and he pretended to be calm and took a sip of bozi soda wine.

Merrell tried to look as calm as possible. "I just think your arguments are pointless."

Damian raised his eyebrows and asked, "Oh? Then tell me, what's your opinion on Batman and Jackie Chan?"

Merrell didn't expect Damian to have such a trick, and he forcibly praised with words in his mind: "Uncle Long is a very powerful martial arts master, proficient in eighteen kinds of martial arts, and is also a qualified archaeologist. Brave and strong."

"Batman is the limit of human beings, proficient in guns and fighting techniques, and possesses powerful technological power, very rich, smart and calm, and full of sense of justice."

Damian counted in his heart, and he said happily: "Haha, Merrell praised Batman by 8 words more than Uncle Long. In his mind, Batman must be more powerful than Jackie Chan!"

Merrell: ...No.

Xiaoyu glanced at Merrell angrily, and she turned her head to Damian and said unwillingly, "Some words just need to be longer, and your decision like this is too hasty."

"So, let's talk about Merrell. Who is more powerful." Xiaoyu asked through gritted teeth.

Merrell believes that no matter whether he said Batman or Jackie Chan, there will be no good results. If he said Batman, it would definitely make Uncle Long sad. Set up a manor.

Whoever it hurts, it's not what Merrell wants.

So, Merrell said as if death was at home: "Is that... Batman...?"

Hearing Merrell say Batman, Damian let out a happy snort, and he looked at Xiaoyu provocatively, the anger in Xiaoyu's eyes almost burned through Merrell.

In the distance, Bruce heaved a sigh of relief when he heard Merrell's reply. He put on a regretful face and patted Jackie Chan's shoulder beside him, expressing his silent comfort to Jackie Chan.

However, Merrell was not finished. "Or... Uncle Long?"

Damian's and Bruce's faces froze at the same time, what did he mean, Jackie Chan or Batman?

"I think Batman and Uncle Long are both very powerful, and they are equally powerful in my heart."

The standard two-sided answer, this answer is no different from no answer.

But Merrell obviously wouldn't be so simple, he paused for a moment and said, "Since you all want my answer."

Bruce and Jackie narrowed their eyes at the same time, are they coming?real answer.

"I don't think neither Uncle Long nor Batman is as powerful as the Shadow Corps." Merrell said blankly.

He has to choose, doesn't he?Merrell had never compared the Shadow Corps with Uncle Long and Batman, and when he was cornered just now, he thought about it.

Heh, they don't have as many people as the Black Shadow Corps, and they don't have the rich variety of the Black Shadow Corps, as well as the kitchen and the hall, so why do they have to admit that they are powerful?

So Merrell simply did nothing and kept going.

Since he was going to die, he had to choose a way to die that satisfied him.

The air around was quiet again, for Merrel's reply was, so to speak, flawless.

Because Merrell neither favors Jackie Chan or Batman, he said that the Shadow Corps is the most powerful and clever transfer of hatred to himself and the Shadow Corps, which not only escaped the proposition, but also transferred the hatred to himself .

The so-called bitterness refers to the spirit of Merrell, right?I'd rather take the blame myself than make Uncle Long or Batman feel bad.

Merrell is really a gentle person.

Everyone couldn't help sighing in their hearts.

However, Merrell is not what they say, he really just speaks his mind.

Merrell's hidden true identity, the poison chef of the Shadow Corps.

Although he was not before, but from now on, he is.

Jackie Chan glanced at Merrell with disapproval, and he said somewhat seriously: "Merrell, I know that the Shadow Corps can be used for the right purpose in your hands, but you really need to use them less."

"Have you forgotten what happened to Xiaoyu and Tru before? If you rely too much on the power of the Shadow Corps, you will become like that." Jackie Chan said.

Jackie Chan's preaching is completely different from Bruce's. Even if Jackie Chan is serious in preaching to Merrell, his tone is gentle and stern, and he will not explicitly prohibit Merrell from doing certain things.

Jackie Chan would only advise Merrell not to do it, because he thought that only when he encountered it would he understand that it should not be done.

Of course, Jackie Chan would stop Merrell from doing something particularly dangerous.

But Merrell has always been aware of it, he knows what he can do and what he can't do, only in the Shadow Corps, Merrell fell once, even so, he still retains part of his own consciousness, so that Batman can easily wake him up.

Bruce is different, his tone and words have always been expressly forbidden.

Batman has been in Gotham for so many years, he knows how Gotham is a city that cannibalizes people without spit out bones.

One wrong step can be fatal, so Batman who has suffered a lot will prevent his protégés from falling in the same place. After all, not everyone has the luck to survive like Batman.

Even if Batman survived, it would be a near miss.

The road that Batman insists on has never been smooth sailing. Batman at the beginning was an aspiring young man who was not afraid of tigers when he was born, with a passion to save Gotham.

In the swamps of Gotham, Batman broke into the gang's territory like a little beast that didn't know how to get tired, got injured all over his body, and almost died several times.

And Batman naturally wants to prevent his protégé from almost dying like him.

"I remember Xiaoyu said, you have already become like that once, I thought you would know what the consequences are." Jackie Chan was still talking.

Merrell shrugged, he knew that Jackie Chan was worried about becoming a member of the dark camp, and they would have to face one thing, stop Merrell.

Merrell in that state could hurt them, and they would hurt Merrell in the same way.

This is the last thing they want to face.

Merrell has his own choices.

He replied: "I can't watch the people of this city being persecuted by criminals. This city needs more heroes, and the Shadow Corps can help them."

"I don't regret releasing the Flying Shadow Corps to eliminate monsters that day. They helped many people and kept most residents from being infested by monsters."

Merrell made a serious summary.

"My only regret is that my will is not as firm as I thought, so that I was taken advantage of by the Shadow Corps." Then he was rewarded with two big fights by his dear Batman dad.

Since his father's two big fights could bring him back to his senses, this proves that Merrell could not be controlled by his own will, and he failed to resist the temptation of the Shadow Corps.

Jackie Chan looked at Merrell for a while, and finally he sighed and didn't say anything, and turned his head to continue discussing with Bruce what they had just discussed.

Merrell, too, became a little depressed by the conversation that had taken place between them, and he didn't even notice that Parker had replaced the pod soda in his glass.

Merrell quickly lost the game of ludo, he stood up and walked to the balcony outside the window, he looked up at the sky and gasped.

"Do you mind if I stay here for a while?" A gentle and heroic voice came from behind Merrell.

Merrell immediately recognized the man's identity, and he moved halfway away.

"Of course, little snake."

"You have grown a lot taller, and you have become more cheerful." The little snake observed Merrell and said.

She and Merrell had not seen each other for two or three years.

The little snake has been doing good for a long time, she is no longer a thief.

Instead, she haunts all over the world as a treasure appraiser and gem hunter, but this identity prevents her from appearing on Merrell's or Xiaoyu's birthday every year.

But the little snake's gift always arrives.

"Short hair suits you very well, little snake." Merrell smiled at the little snake.

Xiao Snake cut her long hair to shoulder length. She was wearing a white suit, and she looked like a mature woman.

"By the way, I think tights are more suitable for you." Merrell said to Xiao Snake in a low voice.

The little snake blinked and replied, "I think so too."

Merrell laughed twice, and he turned his head back to look out the window.

"You know Jackie Chan isn't blaming you, right? He's just worried about you, he doesn't want to hurt you." Xiao Snake said.

Merrell didn't answer right away, he said dully after a while: "I know, I know that Uncle Long is worried about me."

"I don't mean to blame Uncle Long, I...I just blame myself."

"I want to prove myself, but I always need others to take care of the aftermath of what I do, and this time is the same." Merrell said with some frustration.

"You should cherish the days when there are still people doing your aftermath, because they stand in front of you and protect you from responsibility and harm. This is the expression of their love for you."

"Independence is a two-way street. Proof and loneliness correspond. Independence not only means that you can prove your ability to your family, but also means that no one will stand in front of you or follow you to give you What you did to deal with the aftermath." The little snake's voice was very low, a little hoarse.

Merrell guessed that she must have been smoking a lot lately.

"When you are completely 'independent', what awaits you is loneliness that no one understands and comforts."

Merrel must admit that what the snake said to him touched him deeply.

Yes, why did he have to eagerly prove his independence? He didn't have to do these things by himself, so why did he have to bear them alone.

Carrying these alone can gain nothing but loneliness and stress.

He should find some like-minded people, like his family, and they should work together to change the city of Gotham. Isn't that what Batman and the Bat family insist on?

Isn't this what Merrell wanted?

Merrell is not alone, nor is he independent, because he has family who will always be there for him and believe in him.

"What about you? Are you lonely?" Merrell asked the little snake.

The little snake was stunned for a moment, she raised her lips and took a sip of the wine in the glass.

"During that time as a thief, I was very lonely. I didn't know what the meaning of what I did was, maybe it was to satisfy some vain thoughts in my heart? But after joining the Dragon Group, I was no longer lonely, because I had companion."

"What about you and Uncle Long? Are you two making progress?" Merrell asked bluntly, causing the little snake to almost spit out the wine from its mouth.

Looking directly at Merrell's inquisitive eyes, the little snake couldn't laugh or cry.

"How did you become as gossip-loving as Xiaoyu? I hope that life in Gotham will make you more open-minded instead of gossiping." Little Snake said.

In the past, Xiaoyu always wanted to make Xiao Snake and Jackie Chan a pair. Whenever Xiaoyu talked about this content, Merrell always showed an attitude of not caring.

Little Snake guessed that Merrell didn't want to have an extra 'mother', but Little Snake found out later, because Merrell thought there was nothing between Little Snake and Jackie Chan.

And Little Snake and Jackie Chan are really nothing, all they have is the friendship they have fought side by side.

"Didn't you never take this seriously before? I thought you knew Jackie Chan and I didn't have the relationship that Xiaoyu thought." Little Snake explained.

Jackie Chan is a very good man, in all aspects, not only outstanding, Jackie Chan is also the most standard good man.

Girls will flirt with bad guys but only marry nice ones.

Xiao Snake does not deny that she was also infatuated with Jackie Chan, but Jackie Chan didn't have any intentions for Xiao Snake. Jackie Chan's whole mind was on his family and stopping the devil, obviously.

Xiao Snake calmed down quickly, although she couldn't marry such a good man, at least they were friends, and that was enough.

Merrell shrugged: "Just ask, thank you for what you said to me tonight, little snake."

Seeing that Merrell quickly adjusted his state, Little Snake heaved a sigh of relief, and she reached out and patted Merrell on the shoulder. "As long as you can figure it out, let's go back now."

Merrell nodded, he had just taken two steps inward from the balcony when a piece of cake hit him in the face, covering most of his face, almost making him unable to see the scene outside clearly.

There was a loud cheer from all around, obviously very happy that the cake hit Merrell.

Of course, isn't birthday a birthday celebration?

Could they miss this opportunity to torture Merrell?of course not.

Merrell slowly wiped away the cake that covered his eyes. The sticky cream with the flavor of fresh milk stuck to his face, which made Merrell very uncomfortable. Did Merrell ever say that he has a cleanliness?

OK, now I know.

Merrell is a clean freak.

In the family, they never play like this on their birthdays. They refer to throwing food on other people's faces, making clothes, hair, and faces everywhere, or grabbing cakes with their hands.

But in Wayne Manor, this seems to be a regular or easy thing to happen.

He looked in front of him through eyes covered with cream.

"Happy birthday, Merrell!" the culprit, Dick Grayson, said excitedly. He still had another piece of cake in his hand, and he didn't know who he would serve it to in the next second.

That guy is 90.00% Merrell.

"Don't get the cake on me, if you don't want to piss me off on my birthday." Merrell's slow tone contained almost irrepressible anger and anger that could easily be obtained from it.

Merrell's words did freeze the relaxed atmosphere in Wayne Manor, which was still happy just now, for a moment, and Merrell even felt a little bit guilty... shit.

Merrell thought rather rascally, today is his birthday, what's wrong with him being a bit arrogant, isn't it said that the person born on that day is the oldest?

However, the stagnation of the atmosphere only lasted for a second, and in the next second, several cakes hit Merrell's body, accompanied by the joyous sound of a successful attack, attacking from different directions.

Merrell's chord called reason snapped, and he didn't like to grab the cake with his hands.

He had forgotten all of this, and there was only one thought in his head.

Let those who smashed the cake in his face regret it!

So a big battle broke out in Wayne Manor, with Merrell and his shadow army against the Robin group.

There are not only five Robins in the Robin group, but also Xiaoyu and Parker.

The two teams fought fiercely, you came and went, the left piece hit the ninja soldier's body, and the right piece hit Tim's hair.

But neither Merrell nor the Robin group had the slightest intention of admitting defeat to the other party.

"Report! The sofa trenches are damaged, and it is proposed to move the position."

"approve!"

"Eat my one-stroke Black Shadow Corps Spiral Cake Shuriken!"

"Damn, he threw the cake into my red hood, I'm going to kill him!"

"Wait! I haven't tasted this cake yet."

"Niu Warrior's manager will never admit defeat!"

"There is a black shadow corps around the back, pay attention to the attack from the back."

So, this is a child, adults who smash cakes, only children can.

They forcibly played smashing cakes as snowball fights or gun battles. This was a battle that gambled on dignity, fighting skills, throwing accuracy, and psychological quality.

Cakes were flying all over the manor, and many cakes hit the sofa, wall and various furniture.

And there is a high probability that these residues will be cleaned by them, but whatever, at least they are happy now.

Their firepower was so strong that even this oversized two-tiered cake couldn't stand up to their efforts, and it didn't take long for the cake war to be over.

No one is the winner, and every single one of them has cake in their hair, face or clothes.

And what about adults?In order not to be involved in this struggle, they have already changed places to discuss their affairs, and they must leave some time for the children to play, even if half of these children are adults.

They reached a short-term tacit understanding, and first temporarily ended the battle and went back to the room to wash themselves.

Merrell rushed back to the room to take a shower with his body covered in cakes. He didn't look up the whole time, but just rushed straight into the bathroom. As the birthday boy, he was naturally the one who was hit the worst by the cake.

And when the adrenaline in Merrell's body dropped, he couldn't stand the sticky feeling on his body for even a second.

The rampant Merrell did not notice that his bed had changed drastically.

After Merrell took a shower, he had to rinse off the cream on the bodies of the recruited Shadow Troopers himself.

Unless the shadow corps is broken up, those marks on the body will not disappear.

Merrell didn't want the next time the Shadow Corps was summoned to fight, the Shadow Corps would show up covered in rotten and smelly cream stains.

When the Sombra took care of Merrell, they were absolutely the best housekeeping regiment in the world and it was free.

But the Shadow Corps doesn't have the ability to take care of themselves, because they are born, engraved in their souls...if they have a soul, their instinct is to serve their master.

Obviously, serving yourself is not one of them.

So Merrell was forced to act as a mother to clean the cream off their bodies.

In short, the current situation is that a row of four or five shadow corps is obediently squatting on the ground waiting for Merrell to wash the cream off their bodies, just like ducklings.

Of course, Merrell can also directly order the Shadow Corps to clean himself up, but Merrell still remembers that most of the traces of cream on their bodies are for Merrell to resist the damage.

There were times when Merrell wanted to be nice to them, as now.

After Merrell finally cleaned them up, it had been more than an hour. Merrell wiped the water droplets on his face, and he dismissed the Shadow Corps.

There are still benefits to being small.

For example, the hair dries extremely fast, and Merrell didn't do anything, just bathe the Shadow Corps (?), and the hair dried by itself.

This is convenient, and Merrell is already thinking about keeping short positions in the future.

Merrell scratched the top of his short, spiky hair as he pushed the door open.

"Hi, welcome back, Merrell." It was the voice of one of his wronged brothers.

Frightened by the sight in front of him, Merrell took half a step back.

…Are you serious about taking a half step back?

Merrell would answer in the affirmative, yes, seriously.

Even to show that he was seriously terrified by the sight, Merrell went into the bathroom, closed the door, and reopened it to see if he was hallucinating from a late night.

Very bad, it's not an illusion, it's real.

His four brothers were lying side by side on his bed. They were lying on their sides in a very uniform way, wearing their respective home clothes T-shirts, with one arm raised up to support their heads.

They looked at Merrell in unison, the four of them stared at Merrell with four pairs of eyes, and their calm eyes revealed a strange feeling.

He had long since lost the vicious eyes that were at the point of the cake fight just now, but there was still a feeling that made Merrell shudder.

Not right.

"... What serious illness do you have?" Merrell leaned against the wall vigilantly, ready for a first-level battle.

Fortunately, his bed, or rather, the bed at Wayne Manor is big enough and strong enough. There must be no problem in sleeping four people plus a Merrell. Otherwise, one of the four injustices in front of him should be under the bed instead of the bed. bed.

No, not right.

What he should be struggling with is, why are they in his room?