[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

After some melee, Bruce and the clown basically understood Clark's current strength.Although he lost those heaven-defying abilities, his speed and strength were still stronger than them.Realizing this, the two Gotham natives joined hands to deal with Clark, an outsider.

And for Clark, an alien who is not only an outsider, but not even a human on Earth, the combination of two humans on the opposite side is not invincible except for a headache for him.

Bang!

Clark punched Bruce in the ribs fiercely, and Bruce grunted, the sudden pain broke his tight defense, and he slammed into the wall and fell down.

After temporarily solving Bruce, it is much easier to deal with the clown alone, and more importantly, Clark doesn't have to worry about dealing with a bad guy like him.

The big hand pinched the clown's neck and pressed him to the ground. Clark punched him hard on the face.

"Ha!" The clown with a blooming face who was beaten up didn't look like a loser at all, he opened his gray-blue eyes full of excitement and madness: "I won't be knocked down by you stupid big man!" .”

"You've been knocked down by me now!" Clark's eyes were red, and his clenched fists were bulging with veins.

"HAHA...cough HA!" The clown spat out a mouthful of blood, raised his hands and shook in front of Clark: "How about performing a magic trick for you~"

The next second, the clown grabbed Clark's hand.Clark only felt something prick the back of his hand, and then the numbness quickly spread to his whole body.

"Hahahahahahaha—" The clown kicked the person on him away, and staggered up from the ground.He looked at Bruce and Clark who fell to the ground, his blood-stained lips stretched almost to the base of his ears: "The game is over, da la!" He spread his arms and spun around in a lovely victorious manner.

"Is the game over? I don't think so." The muffled male voice seemed to be uttered by something covering his mouth.

"Eh—?" The clown drew his tone and slowly turned his head, his dark eyes staring straight at the door.

A man with muscles like a hill stood not far away holding the petite girl's neck with one hand. He wore a mask on his face, and a few tubes were inserted into his head like a strange half-human, half-machine creature.

He was forcibly dragged off the bed, and his hands and feet were handcuffed and strangled because of the pulling.She was held in mid-air by someone choking her neck, and the feeling of suffocation made her flushed.

"Yes...is that you?" Clark, who was still struggling with the anesthetic in his body, could only move his neck. He turned his head with difficulty, and was stunned when he saw the person coming.Isn't this the guy who saved him from Lex's lab!

Bruce, who had already calmed down a little, slowly stood up enduring the pain of broken ribs. He stared at the person holding the little fox, his face darkened solemnly: "Bain..."

Who is Bane?Never heard of his part!The little fox scratched Bain's arm uncomfortably, and kicked his body backwards with both legs: "Let... let me go!"

"Batman, oh no, it should be Mr. Bruce Wayne. It's better to be famous than to meet, you are much weaker than the legend." Bane heard about the name of this 'ruler' of Gotham when he was in prison, he The deeds that terrified the criminal made him want to meet him very much.

The Joker chuckled, apparently not surprised that Batman was Bruce Wayne.

Bruce wasn't surprised that Bane had guessed his identity.Although he had never seen this criminal, he knew his name.He has a super strong physique and force, but he is an intelligent criminal who is good at using his brain.As for the clown, he didn't find it strange either.The two of them had been fighting for so long, it would be strange if he hadn't guessed.

"Let her go." Bruce took up the topic of identity, he looked at the little fox's flushed face, frowned and said coldly.

"It seems that it's your personal grievances, so let's ignore my business." The clown shrugged: "Give me back my kitty, we are leaving."

"This is not acceptable." Bain shook his head and said maliciously: "With her, I can let you kill each other."

"Huh? Hahahahaha!" The Joker looked at her with an expression of 'are you stupid': "Do you think she is important to me?" He fought with Batman the big fool because he was willing to play with them , it's not some stupid reason to snatch a woman!

"Oh? Is it not important?" Bain squeezed the little fox's hand tighter as he spoke.

"Uh!" If you want to strangle to death, strangle to death, can you stop being so inked!The little fox raised his hand to the back of his head, scratching indiscriminately, he hated this world to death!

"What do you want?" Looking at the uncomfortable little fox, he asked calmly.

"I want you to kill the clown." Bane raised his finger, "Otherwise I-"

Kara!The little fox didn't know where it touched, and scratched Bain's mask with a random hand.Several tubes that were originally stuck in his brain through the mask were also pulled out.

"Huh?" The little fox looked at the strange thing that was suddenly caught.

Hula!Several streams of pungent-smelling liquid sprayed from the tubes inserted into the mask.

"Ah! Cough cough! Bah, bah, bah!" The little fox, who was sprayed all over his face by surprise, shook his head and stuck out his tongue in disgust.However, the indescribable taste in her mouth still made her feel sick all the time.

Bane, who has been relying on venom to maintain his body functions, did not expect that the weak ant-like woman in his hand would give him such a hand. His body shook, and he weakened very quickly like a robot without electricity.

Bruce seized the opportunity, rushed up quickly, kicked Baine into the air, and reached out to catch the fallen little fox in his arms.

"Bruce!" The little fox choked his own neck that was on fire and said with difficulty: "Toxic!" This man actually poured poison into his brain, he is really sick!

"What!" Bruce quickly stepped back to the other side of the basement, carefully placed the person on the ground, and let her lean in his arms: "How are you!" He observed her face, and listened to her heartbeat , found that her heartbeat was very fast, which has exceeded the normal reaction.

The little fox felt that her heart was about to explode, she was full of offense, and twisted her body in pain: "I...it hurts so much!"

"Let's go to the hospital!" Bruce quickly picked him up and winked at the clown and Clark.

"Go quickly! Leave this to us!" Seeing the little fox's painful expression, Clark shouted anxiously.

Watching Bruce leave with the little fox in his arms, the clown pursed his lips tightly, and let out a low, beast-like exhalation sound from his nostrils.With a gloomy expression, he took out a crowbar from the clip next to it and held it in his hand: "You look in pain, why don't you let me help you out." The hoarse voice was especially terrifying in the quiet basement, and the clown turned his hands With the crowbar in his hand, he walked towards the weak Baine step by step.

On the busy street, black cars shuttled among various vehicles like fish in water.Bruce's expression was tense, and he stepped on the accelerator and rushed directly to the intersection.

"I...I might be dying." The little fox felt that she had really taken the pill this time, and the temperature of her whole body gradually dropped, and she could clearly feel that her life was passing by.

"You'll be fine!" Bruce's voice was a little harsh: "We'll be at the hospital soon!"

"I'm sorry..." the little fox said weakly, "I lied to you."

"It's okay, I don't blame you! I don't blame you at all!" The little fox's last words made Bruce flustered, he clenched the steering wheel tightly, his dark blue eyes were full of complicated emotions.

"Ahem!" The little fox coughed up two more mouthfuls of blood. She rolled over uncomfortably, her eyes met the blue eyes in the front rearview mirror: "Thank you."

"Stop talking!" Bruce felt his heart throbbing.

"The last...the last sentence." The little fox panted and said, "Please convey it to them for me too."

Bruce pursed his lips tightly, the bad premonition in his heart made him not want to answer at all.

The little fox didn't care whether he answered or not, she knew that he would convey it.She lay flat on the seat again, and closed her eyes tiredly:

"Let's get together and relax..."

squeak--!

The car stopped suddenly at the entrance of the hospital, and Bruce didn't care how eye-catching his Batman costume was.He quickly got out of the car and opened the door of the back seat, reaching out to hug the little fox.

"We're here!" He held her arm, the cold temperature of the tentacles made his heart skip a beat: "fox?"

......

"Fox wake up, don't sleep."

......

"Stop playing, open your eyes!"

Faint fluorescent lights emerged from the little fox's body, dotted like fireflies flying in the dimly lit compartment.Bruce's eyes widened suddenly, watching helplessly as the little girl's body slowly turned into light spots and finally dissipated into the air.

"fox!"

Bruce reached out in panic, but didn't grab anything.

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Finally died... She had never looked forward to her death so much. The little fox was floating in the psychedelic tunnel, and the wounds inside and outside her body were rapidly repairing.

At first, I thought I was favored by God, but I encountered so many high-quality rations in a world.Later, I found that I was really happy too early.Although the rations are high-quality, they are dangerous.Each of them has such high force values ​​and is so easy to blacken, it's almost fatal.

Alas... hope the next world won't be as dangerous as the last one.

Murphy smiled slightly when he heard this.

A white light flashed, and the little fox appeared in a dark alley in a little black dress.Stars were shining in the night sky, and the cool wind was blowing. At first glance, from summer to autumn, the little fox shivered unpreparedly.

The humidity was so heavy, the little fox raised his head and sniffed the air.It was estimated that it was going to rain, so she had to find a place to stay first.

"Well?!"

When the little fox always felt that he was not going to die, he was lucky.No, just after dozing off, someone brought a pillow, but the quality of the pillow was not very good.

As soon as he walked out of the alley, he was dazed by someone covering his mouth and nose, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already in a small basement.

It's the basement again, and she hates basements!The little fox looked around in disgust.There is only a yellow lampshade above the head in the square space, and there is no furniture around it.Located in the center of the room, she saw two mobile phones, one black and one white, placed side by side on the ground, with a Bluetooth headset on each side of the mobile phone.

Buzz buzz—suddenly, one of the phones lights up.

The little fox stood up, the weight on her waist made her lower her head sluggishly.In an instant, the pupils constricted.

It's a bomb!

"Hi sweet, are you sleeping well?" Ruya's voice is sweet and sweet, full of deep concern, just like your close lover.

"Who are you?" The little fox clenched the phone tightly, his expression not very good.How could it be good?She ran into kidnapping as soon as she arrived, shouldn't she take a grapefruit peel bath recently to get rid of bad luck?

"You can call me M." The person on the other end of the phone said with a smile.

This name, if you say it, you don't say it... "Why are you arresting me?" The little fox continued to ask.

"Don't be nervous honey, just want to play a little game."

clown!Stop pretending!It's you, right?

The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched, and he took a deep breath to calm down: "How do you want to play?"

"Wow, you're calmer than I expected." The person on the other end didn't know if he was really surprised, but his tone became more cheerful: "Since you can't wait, let's get started."

Through the gentle and elegant voice of the other party, the little fox understood that this person was not targeting her, she was just a tool for the other party to compete with another, and she was mainly responsible for conveying his words to another person named Sherlock Holmes.

"Be sure to convey it well, or I will send you to see God." M on the other end threatened gently.

The little fox put another bluetooth headset on the other ear, picked up the white mobile phone and dialed the number signed by Sherlock Holmes, and soon, the other side answered it, as if he was standing by the phone.

"Say." The magnetic bass penetrated the microphone and got into the little fox's ear.

"Your voice is so nice!" The little fox, attracted by the sexy bass, immediately lost his way.

Sherlock:  …

M:  …

"Sweet, please don't make me angry." M threatened lightly.

"Okay, okay, in fact, your voice is also very nice, don't be angry." The little fox with a love brain first comforted him subconsciously.

Sherlock:  …

M:  …

"Don't talk nonsense, tell me what he said." Sherlock said impatiently in the white phone.

Obviously, Sherlock on the other end has played this kind of game with this M, he is very familiar with his routine, and knows what to do as soon as he answers the phone.

The little fox obediently conveyed all M's words to Sherlock, but the other party hung up the phone without saying a word, which made it a pity for the little fox who still wanted to listen to the subwoofer.

"I don't know if his voice is sexier when he has sex." The little fox stroked his chin and dreamed.

M, who still hasn't hung up the phone: What the hell did his men tie back!

Both ends of the phone were hung up, and the little fox who had no interest in himself began to lower his head and study the dangerous objects on his body.As the ex-lover of a genius weapon-making expert, she has seen many such things, and she has dismantled quite a few of them by herself.The one on her body was simpler than the one she had seen at Tony's, but she didn't have any tools at hand, otherwise she would have been able to dismantle it.

Alas... I don't know if that Sherlock can find her.If he can't find it, he can only accept the ending of sending a blood at the beginning.The little fox lay on the ground, closed his eyes and entered into meditation.

...

After an unknown amount of time, the little fox felt someone pulling his arm in a daze.She frowned, opened her eyes forcefully, and saw a man with curly hair and facial features so tough that he could hurt his hands if he touched him, was burying himself in something on his waist.

"Rogue!" The unconscious little fox raised his hand and yanked it.

Sherlock, who had just removed the hand that prevented him from studying how to dismantle the dangerous goods, raised his hand vigilantly to block her attack, he raised his eyes indifferently and glanced at the little fox, and said indifferently with his thin lips: "If you want to be blown into The words of the fragments can be said directly."

It's him!Hearing the familiar subwoofer, the little fox raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Sherlock Holmes?"

Sherlock ignored her, as if the little beauty in front of her was not as good as the dangerous item on her body.

The little fox carefully propped up his upper body and sat on the ground. He looked down and saw that the outer shell of the thing had been removed, and various lines inside were intertwined, making it difficult to tell where the key was for a while.

"Have you got worms?" Seeing her moving, Sherlock frowned sarcasticly.

The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched. Could this man know how to speak? Shouldn't he comfort her nervous heart at this time?Although she wasn't nervous at all...

"Mr. Holmes, don't you know how to disassemble this?" The little fox asked with a smile.

"I won't, can you?" Sherlock countered without showing weakness.

"I will." The little fox replied.

"?"

Reaching out to snatch the scissors from Sherlock's hand, the little fox cut several threads one after another without hesitation.Just listen to a beep, and the timer goes off after it resets to zero.

Her pink lips curled up slightly, and she glanced at Sherlock with a smile on her beautiful fox eyes: "Only the mentally retarded can't take apart such rubbish."

Sherlock. Retarded. Holmes:  …

Garbage Maker M:  …