[Comprehensive Yingmei] Me and my four unjust brothers

The Riddler saw that his subordinates were about to be singled out by Jackie Chan alone.

As a criminal with a high IQ, enduring humiliation and seeing the situation clearly, Riddler clearly knew that he had hit a hard board this time.

It's like he used to guess that his riddle was dealt with by the Bat family, but he didn't dare to mess with Batman, he only dared to speak harshly.

Riddler is a typical bullying type.

Seeing that the situation had turned to one side, the Riddler knew that if he didn't run away, Jackie Chan would clean him up.

So the Riddler moved his feet, ready to slip away at any moment.

He didn't intend to put himself in Arkham Asylum and be a cellmate with the clown.

It was clear that it had only been a few days since the last time the Riddler escaped from Arkham Asylum, so it would be too embarrassing to be caught again just after making trouble.

Even if the Riddler wants to leave, he still remembers that he is one of Gotham's "front-line" villains, and even if he wants to escape, he must leave with momentum and dignity.

So the Riddler stood where he was, and glanced around at the hostages on the ground applauding for Jackie Chan. Finally, the Riddler set his sights on Merrell in front of him.

With a thought in his heart, he wants to leave, but this dead child cannot be let go. The super vengeful riddle man has not forgotten that Merrell guessed fifteen of his riddles just now.

Damn, he hasn't met his opponent for a long time.

Most people feel sympathetic to each other when they meet their opponents. The Riddler is different. He thinks that Merrell looks down on him by answering his own riddle in seconds, and doesn't take him seriously.

Of course, it is also possible that the riddleman felt that Merrell answered his riddles in seconds, which seemed to be that the riddleman's IQ was not high, and he could only ask questions that Merrell could answer in seconds.

Anyway, the Riddler has some not-so-good ideas.

The Riddler wanted to kill Merrell.

The Riddler, who was always cautious, first observed Merrell carefully. Merrell's face was pale, his lips were pale, and he looked like the kind of person who was in poor health and would fall down when he was pushed.

To sum up, Merrell seems to be the kind of person who can beat even the riddlers, which is commonly known as a soft persimmon.

Apart from that glib mouth, Merrell didn't seem to have much fighting power.

Then the Riddler, who was thinking clearly, suddenly shot at Merrell. He wanted to use his bent cane to hook Merrell's neck.

There are blades in this curved cane, as long as Merrell is scratched to the neck by it, he will definitely die.

However, Merrell's reaction was also very fast. He was also a trainer after all, and he couldn't beat his brothers because his brothers had practiced longer than him.

But to pinch Merrell as a persimmon, it can only be said that the Riddler picked the wrong person, and Merrell is a persimmon?Iron persimmon is about the same.

Sensing the sharp wind blowing behind him, Merrell subconsciously turned around to dodge the oncoming cane, and then kicked the Riddler in the stomach.

Riddler was kicked and collapsed to the ground, sprawled on all fours, like a bastard who had been turned over.

The Riddler is lying on the ground, looking at the starry sky, thinking about life, how could this happen?

Shouldn't Merrell be a persimmon?

The clanging sound of kicking people also attracted the attention of other people, and the hostages who had just been attracted by Jackie Chan set their sights on Merrell.

Merrell still maintained the posture of kicking backwards, apparently he did not expect the sudden attack of the Riddler, and his counterattack was purely out of subconscious movements of the body.

Merrell patted his chest, and slowly lowered his legs, with a frightened and weak look, as if he wasn't the one who kicked the Riddler all over the place just now.

Merrell coughed a few times, not pretending, but really frightened, the body reacted too quickly, and the cough was caused by being unable to bear it.

"...cough, cough, Riddler, you old six, cough, you can't afford it and still engage in sneak attacks, right?" Merrell said.

"Fortunately, I'm Lian Jiazi, follow him..." Merrell pointed to Jackie Chan who was killing terrorists at the back. "I have learned several tricks, otherwise I will be attacked by you."

Attacking Merrell is definitely the most regrettable thing the Riddler has ever done.

Especially when he saw that the person Merrell was referring to was Jackie Chan who was killing all directions behind him, the Riddler fell silent. Like a defeated rooster, he got up dejectedly.

The Riddler wanted to reach out and rub his stomach, which seemed to have been displaced by a kicked organ, but that would make him look low.

So the Riddler just said harshly: "You wait for me, Merrell Wayne, right? You're lucky this time, and I'll make sure you look good next time."

Merrell nodded, and he made a sincere suggestion: "Why don't you stop being a criminal and go back to the countryside to farm?"

The Riddler gave a cold snort, and he waved his hand, and the few fishes that escaped the net that were not knocked down by Jackie Chan immediately packed up their things and prepared to flee.

What a joke, they wanted to leave a long time ago, but the Riddler hasn't given the order. If the Riddler doesn't give the order, they might consider running away.

The Riddler's reward is optional, because their lives are obviously more important than money, although Jackie Chan just hit his face with a plate.

The plate doesn't seem to have any lethality, but please come on a plate that can knock people out, it must hurt your face.

The Riddler stared at Merrell and turned around. Before he took a step, he bumped into a wall of flesh. The wall of flesh was not soft, but rather hard. The Riddler staggered and almost fell down.

The impotent and furious Riddler was about to swear, when he looked up, he saw a hill.

Trudeau, who was knocked down by himself, stood in front of him.

How can it be?Even Bane would be paralyzed by the electric current for an hour or two. How did this person wake up so quickly? Half an hour?

The riddleman confirmed again that he must have not read the astrology divination of the almanac and Tao OO before going out today, otherwise how could he have encountered such unlucky things alone?

Trud stared at the Riddler condescendingly with a blank face, his clenched fist looked bigger than the Riddler's head.

The Riddler swallowed the swear words he was about to blurt out in time, and he smiled awkwardly at Tru.

Then the Riddler caught off guard and scored twice. He used his cane to shock Trudeau again, although he didn't know how long Trudeau had been in a coma after being knocked down by himself.

But no matter how long it took, the Riddler would buy time to escape.

The Riddler cursed the Masked Man in his heart. He blamed the Masked Man. Before the Masked Man and the Shadow Corps dismantled his riddle, today he picked a few lucky ones to take revenge on the Masked Man. He wanted to add some psychological burden to the Masked Man.

As a result, a kung fu master popped out of the venue, and even the only persimmon that the Riddler thought was easy to squeeze could kick him over.

What's wrong with Gotham?Is the combat effectiveness of ordinary citizens already so high?

Or is it just because the Riddler is not suitable to go out and carry out terrorist attacks today?

The Riddler was indeed a bit unlucky today.

As long as he picks an ordinary hostage, he may have achieved his goal, but he chose the masked man himself and the masked man's family. This is not courting death, what is it?

However, the electric current surged in Trudeau's body did not change Trulle in any way, he still stared at the Riddler with a gloomy face, and in the next second, the Riddler's unbelievable gaze.

Tru picked up the Riddler and clamped it in his arms, and the electric current passed directly through Tru's body to the Riddler.

In addition, Tru squeezed the Riddler's abdomen hard, and the Riddler almost suffocated. The pain of suffocation and the paralysis caused by the current passing through the body made the Riddler faint before he could scream.

Poor Riddler doesn't have a horse charm.

Seeing the Riddler fainted, Tru threw the smelly Riddler on the ground casually, and then walked towards the terrorists who were planning to escape with the Riddler with a cold face.

The few terrorists were stunned by the actions of the Riddler who just exploded the shark.

They knew exactly how many volts were going on that stick.

Not only is the big man in front of him not afraid of electric current, but he can also let the Riddler do it for himself. Isn't it easy to deal with them?

As a result, the thugs lost their will to fight. They dropped their weapons and raised their hands in a gesture of surrender. When one of the thugs saw Trou walking towards them, he finally broke down and shouted: "Batman save me!" !"

Batman: ?

At this time, the police who came late or never appeared at the scene of the crime, and would only appear after Batman or other superheroes settled the matter, kicked open the door and swarmed into the venue.

The red hood looked around, and he sent a message to the new sixth district asking them to do what they should do.

This terrorist attack ended too quickly, did it take half an hour in total?

The hostages didn't feel the same as when they were hostages before. It was as if they had experienced a Chinese martial arts movie immersively.

After going back, I can still brag to my family that I met a good martial arts master today.

The police routinely transported these downed terrorists into police vans and sent them back to where they belonged.

Then the police began to take notes as usual. In fact, the police had arrived not long ago, but the police heard the sound of fighting, gunshots and panicked shouts of terrorists inside.

So they subconsciously thought that it was Batman who was attacking the terrorists inside, and they wanted not to cause trouble for Batman... The most important thing was that they wanted to be lazy and waited quietly outside the door for all the sounds to disappear before entering the venue.

Sure enough, just like before, the criminals have all been defeated by Batman.

The police looked around, but found no trace of Batman as usual.

So he randomly grabbed someone and asked, "Has Batman left yet?"

The person who was arrested happened to be Merrell. Merrell thought about it, and he glanced at his father who was being dragged by a group of people to ask Jackie Chan's identity.

Merrell replied slowly, "Yes, he has left."

After watching an immersive movie about Jackie Chan beating terrorists, a young man who probably became a fan of Jackie Chan or Chinese martial arts ran over excitedly.

The expensive suit on his body that made him look noble and reserved could no longer conceal his excitement.

The young man wanted to tell the police what he saw just now, and he quickly ran over to the police and said, "Hey, man! You can't guess what happened here, Batman didn't come at all!"

"Batman didn't come? So who picked up these guys?" the policeman asked.

The young man pointed to Jackie Chan and Tohru who were surrounded by the crowd.

"It's the two of them, and the thin one is Mr. Cheng, he strikes three times five times and divides two..." The young man imitated Jackie Chan's martial arts posture in a fight, his techniques were all wrong, but it didn't hinder his meaning.

This posture belongs to the Chinese martial arts posture that foreigners can know at a glance.

"If you knock down the terrorists, you won't even be able to get up."

"That big Mr. Tru is also very powerful. He hugged and killed the Riddler with an electric current that could knock people down and paralyze him!"

The policeman gave an 'ok' gesture and walked towards Jackie Chan and Tohru without looking back.

He obviously didn't want to continue listening to this youthful filter-heavy conversation that didn't help the transcript.

However, what the police didn't know was that the young man's words had no filter. Well, maybe there was a little bit, but Jackie Chan solved the criminals in this way.

After the police left, the young man patted Merrell on the shoulder.

"Brother, you turned around and kicked very handsomely just now. You are indeed Mr. Cheng's apprentice."

Merrell arched his hands modestly: "It's so-so, the master teaches well."

It can be heard that the young man seems to be praising him, but he is actually praising Jackie Chan's words.

Merrell was happy and proud of Jackie Chan.

His Uncle Long should be admired by thousands of people like this, because Uncle Long is the best Uncle Long in the world!A hero who has saved the world time and time again.

Merrell raised his head proudly and replied: "I'm Mr. Cheng's apprentice, of course, I'm not good at learning, I only know a few tricks."

This is Merrell's modesty, he followed Jackie Chan to exercise since he was a child, he learned a few moves in his mouth, and learned a set of white eyebrow boxing and body skills.

Jackie Chan is a master of martial arts. When he was a child, Jackie Chan learned Baimeiquan from his father.

Later, Jackie Chan learned Chinese martial arts such as mantis boxing, snake boxing, Tai Chi, and drunken boxing, which are very distinctive and symbolic of China.

The young man failed to detect that Merrel was being modest.

He patted Merrell on the shoulder and comforted him, "Although you haven't inherited all of Mr. Cheng's martial arts, it's quite good to show off just now."

The young man sighed: "If everyone knows how to do this one or two tricks, what's the matter with criminals in Gotham City?"

"It's just a kick." The young man said disdainfully, as if he had imagined the scene of him punching and kicking criminals in the future.

It never occurred to the young man that the Riddler was just the best type of villain in Gotham.

Merrell guessed that the young man should not be from Gotham just by taking a look.

Don't ask him how he identified it, Merrell just has an intuition that belongs to Gotham people. Although he has not lived in Gotham for a long time, he can still recognize people who are not Gotham at a glance.

"You just came to Gotham?" Merrell asked.

The young man froze for a moment, nodded and said, "That's right, my dad and I came to the Wayne family's party. I heard that Mr. Wayne found his lost child."

As he spoke, the young man looked at the name tag on Merrell. "Are you Merrell Wayne?"

"Yes." Merrell glanced at the young man's name tag, Harry Osborn. "Harry Osborn?"

"Hello." Harry held out his hand to Merrell, and Merrell shook the young man's hand.

Osborn Industries is a large company at the same level as Wayne Enterprises. Originally, Bruce planned to invite only celebrities from Gotham to the party.

However, a few days ago, Wayne Group just negotiated a project with Osborne Industries, so Bruce simply invited Osborne, and then the old Mr. Osborne brought the disappointing little Osborne to the party.

"How did you know I wasn't from Gotham?" Harry asked curiously.

Merrell wanted to say it very much, because you don't know that the Riddler is the group with the most combat effectiveness among Gotham's first-line villains.

Merrell didn't say that, though.

He smiled and said, "Maybe it's the intuition of Gotham people?"

Harry bumped Merrell with his elbow: "Can you, buddy, young master Merrell, let Mr. Cheng accept me as an apprentice, I also want to learn the two tricks of punching and kicking criminals. Of course, there are also bullying My friend's guy."

Merrell looked at Harry rather helplessly.

He thought of the scene in the movie "Ip Man", he pondered for a moment and replied to Harry: "My lord, times have changed."

It's the 21st century, and it's no longer the era of dancing knives and guns. Everyone doesn't talk about martial arts, and everyone uses firearms. Who will fight with you with bayonets?

Only Jackie Chan is special. He dodges bullets by his body skills, while Batman dodges bullets by his high-tech equipment or positioning.

Ordinary people don't have decades of hard training like Jackie Chan, nor do they have the money to make bullet-proof and not bulky equipment like Batman.

If ordinary people really encounter a terrorist attack, they can only live if they crouch on the ground with their heads covered and wait for Batman to rescue them.

Gun hit the bird.

However, this young man has been dazzled by the strength of Jackie Chan's body skills and martial arts just now, and he thinks he can learn from him.

However, Harry didn't understand what Merrell's joke meant.

Harry asked: "Is Mr. Cheng still accepting apprentices? What do you think of me?"

Harry winked at Merrell, hoping that Merrell could find a way to recommend him to Jackie Chan.

Merrell looked the young man up and down for a while, and replied seriously: "I don't think you are very good."

"Your body is too weak."

"...Are you serious?" The young man looked at his body which could be regarded as robust.

He looked at Merrell's pale face and thin figure again.

He genuinely felt that Merrell was teasing him.

Merrell nodded.

"But I think you seem to be more hypocritical than me?" The young man said, "I have a friend who looks as hypocritical as you, and is often bullied at school."

"I just look stupid. Didn't you see the kick I kicked the Riddler just now? I just kicked him on his back. Do you still think I'm stupid?" Merrell said.

Harry nodded. "Well, you do have some brushes."

"Besides, Uncle Long is an archaeologist, and his focus is on archaeology, not on accepting apprentices." Merrell replied seriously.

"Archaeologist?" The young man repeated with a strange expression: "So what Mr. Cheng said is true? Is he really an archaeologist?"

Merrell said nonsense: "Yes, he is just the most 'ordinary' archaeologist, and there are many archaeologists who are better than him."

The archaeology that Merrell refers to has more doctors than Jackie Chan. As for martial arts?Merrell guessed that Chan was the only archaeologist who knew martial arts.

However, what Merrell said misunderstood Harry. Harry thought that Merrell meant that all archaeologists were extraordinary, and Jackie Chan was just the most common level among them.

Harry was immediately awed, and he said, "I see, do I still have a chance to study archeology from now on?"

Merrell thought for a while and replied: "Of course there is. There is an old saying that goes, 'The ancients are inexhaustible in their learning, and they can only succeed when they are young.' It probably means that you have to learn to be old to be successful."

Harry made a bitter face: "No, it's been too long. When I grow old and learn to be happy, my father is almost buried. How can I prove myself to him and help my friends beat those bullies on campus."

At this time Damian came over, he waited for Merrell for a long time but he didn't see Merrell back, so he took the initiative to find him.

"Merrell, what are you doing? We're all waiting for you, you're such a big party—" Damian moved over and greeted Merrell in a 'polite' manner.

When he saw Harry, his voice changed. It was fine for them to scold each other at home, but the face of the Wayne family was still the first in front of outsiders.

So Damian coughed lightly, restrained the somewhat impatient expression on his face, and pretended to be a reliable brother.

"This is what we're waiting for, are you chatting with new friends?" Damian turned to Merrell.

"Little Mr. Wayne," Harry greeted.

Damian nodded slightly and said, "Hello, Mr. Osborne."

Damian turned his head and glanced at Merrell, the emotion revealed in his eyes was 'you better talk quickly, you should go back to the manor. '

But Damian said this: "Let's chat to your heart's content, I wish you and your new friend a good night. Let's go outside and wait for you first."

It sounded like there was nothing wrong with it, like what a good brother should say.

Merrell thought of something, he put his hand on Damian's shoulder, and pressed him under his arm.

Damian endured and endured before finally holding back his anger at Merrell. He raised his head with a tense little face and asked, "What are you doing?"

Merrell touched Damian's dog's head and was almost bitten by Damian, but fortunately he pulled his hand in time.

"You want to learn two tricks? I can have my brother teach you two tricks," said Merrell.

Of course, Merrell could teach Harry himself, but he's busy at night, and he's too busy developing a relationship with Batman and running business with Batman (?).

And if you want to learn Baimei Quan well, it will take too much time.

Damian knows the grappling technique, and he can teach Harry two tricks casually, which is enough for Harry to deal with the bullies on campus.

"Huh? What? I didn't say I'd—" Damian struggled.

Merrell approached Damian in a low voice and said, "As long as you agree, next time I will call you by stealing a spell and allow you to choose a spell first."

Damian glanced at Merrell hesitantly: "You didn't lie?"

"I'm serious," Merrell replied.

After weighing the pros and cons, Damian immediately changed his expression. He put his arms around his chest, looking like a cool kid.

"Yes, I can teach you. What do you want to learn? Sanda? Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu? Mixed Martial Arts? Canary Cudgel?" Damian said.

"You?" Harry looked at Damian suspiciously, then looked up at Merrell, his eyes were full of suspicion, was Merrell teasing him?

Merrell replied without changing his face: "Don't underestimate my brother, Gotham Elementary School is his legend, the legendary cool and hot elementary school student Damian Wayne."

Damian struggled a bit, and retorted: "Don't think I haven't watched Guardian Sweetheart!"

"In short, the most exaggerated time was when the gangster who was beaten up by Damian found a gangster to clean up Damian, but he was settled by Damian alone. Now everyone in the street calls Damian 'the strongest elementary school student' '."

Of course, these are all made up by Merrell. As long as they still think about Gotham gangsters, no one dares to mess with the children of the Wayne family.

Moreover, Damian Wayne is a high-achieving student who is held in the hands of teachers, so how dare he bump into him.

"Wow, so handsome!"

No, after Merrell finished speaking, Harry looked at Damian with a respectful expression.

"Master Damian, would you like to teach me a few tricks?"

When Damian heard the other party call himself 'Master', he replied with a somewhat unnatural expression: "Okay, okay. I will teach you."