The correct way to attack the villain

Gotham in the middle of the night is like the scarlet curtain drawn down after the opera.

Centered on Gotham Wharf, a moderate explosion occurred in the bustling commercial district of Shoreline, 18 people were injured, no one was killed, and a whole block fell into chaos due to the explosion.

"Graduation assessment task, completed. Completion time, 7:4 p.m. on July 8th. Level, F. Completion personnel, Eredar."

In the dock, Eredar sat on the small wooden plank at the top of the mast, listening to the lingering screams of the crowd below, and turned the smart chip in his hand a little bored.

"Bangya, calculate the success rate of the two of us liberating Arkham."

Bangya: "The computer is running an in-depth analysis operation. The information is being dispatched."

"Harry Osborn, the only successful recipient in the Austen Group's human body strengthening plan, endurance, 12 tons. Ultimate load-bearing, 9 tons. Strong regeneration ability, super speed, super responsiveness."

"And a super handsome face!"

Bang Ya paused for a moment, ignoring his suddenly mad captain: "The probability of the accident is being calculated. The final success rate is 49%."

Eredar pouted: "This is too low."

"This is already the highest success rate calculated after excluding all emergencies. If Batman in Gotham is considered, the success rate will be even lower, Captain."

Eredar stretched her waist, looked at the flames below, and said nothing.

The mast was very windy, and he had to straighten his blown hair or the bright red rose brooch on the chest of his purple suit that was blown up every now and then, as if he was waiting for someone to come to an appointment.It wasn't until a while later that he asked Bangya out of words: "What task did Zemo get?"

Bangya quickly called up the news that the Abyss Academy had just posted on the intranet in the database: "Rescue the Red Skull, Captain."

"Oh." Ai Rui raised his eyebrows, "It's so cool."

There is probably nothing that makes you happier than seeing others more unlucky than you after you are unlucky, even the corners of the mouth covered in red paint are hooked up several points.

"I'm sure now that the relationship between the Brotherhood and Hydra is really not very good, even though on the surface they form some shit alliance."

Having said that, the clown whistled a few times out of tune in a good mood, then lowered his head.

At this moment, the sound of a police car was heard from below. The Gotham police and fire officers and soldiers rushed to the scene at the same time. The evacuated people gathered in the open space of the pier. The place happened to be right under his hanging feet. The sky was very dark. I didn't find a person sitting on the high mast of the cargo ship next to me.

So, even Officer Gordon was on the scene—

The smile on the clown's face faded little by little, and he asked the question that had been held back for half an hour since the explosion.

"Where's Batman?"

"He finally got a flat tire on the Batmobile, so he came later than old man Gordon?"

Bangya: "According to the latest monitoring from the Gotham Monitoring Center, he should have just finished the battle with the leader of the reverse mutants in the 118th block, and was seriously injured under the design of the Penguin."

The eredar stood up from the mast. "I don't mind if you repeat that?"

So Bangya really repeated it: "According to the latest surveillance from the Gotham Monitoring Center, he should have just finished Block 118—hey!"

Before he finished speaking, Eredar jumped headfirst.

The sudden leap of faith startled the brain, Bangya had to shut his mouth in advance, and then activated the full form before Eredar's head was smashed, the huge mecha unfolded from behind him, buffering the last Part of the falling force made the young man land on his toes steadily and silently, landing on the pier.

Bangya's tone subconsciously increased: "If you continue to behave like this without saying a word next time, for the future of Huberian, I will consider starting to look for the next captain."

Eredar straightened his collar nonchalantly: "Of course, if you can find another captain who is willing to spend ten years repairing your completely scrapped space carrier, and donate his brains for free to wake up the mastermind of the system if."

The core brain froze for a moment.

Then the circle of lights hovering around the strap quickly dimmed.

This kind of humanized performance has made Eredar suspect countless times that he is not facing an electronic device, but a living organism.

"Okay, I know you're just worried about me." He had to laugh and cry to take into account the emotions of his brain before he acted, "Before I get tired of living, you won't have that person who was thrown into outer space and drifted for a few days." If there is a chance of not landing in a hundred years, I promise."

Only then did the aperture light up again.

This is probably an accident, that is, he has been here for more than 3 minutes, and no one has noticed him yet.

Surrounded by a crowd of people, everyone's attention was drawn away by the police officer Gordon and the firefighters in front, so that no one saw the culprit standing behind them.People were drawn between the yellow line and the pier, unable to advance or retreat. During the process of pushing each other, a tall bald man was pushed back a step and stepped on an eredar shoe.

Without looking back or apologizing, the man even took a stingy look at the poor little girl whose toes he stepped on, and continued to take advantage of the chaos to pick up the wallet of the lady in front.

"Hey, this is me—"

The clown bent down slowly, took off the white gloves on his hands and wiped off the obvious shoe prints on the leather shoes.

"—the newly bought leather shoes for our date tonight."

Originally, he planned to fly over the crowd and rush to the 118th block with the help of Bangya.

Now, he has changed his mind.

The muttering voice could not attract any attention in the noisy crowd, but the next moment, there was an abrupt scream from the crowd.

Eredar threw up the cane in his hand, then caught the tail of the cane with one hand, and briefly measured the distance between the eagle's beak on the top of the cane and the man's round bald head in a golfing gesture. .

then.

Swipe down hard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!"

The man's screams tore through the night sky of Gotham Pier, successfully attracting everyone's attention.

This picture will probably wake them up when they dream back at midnight for a long time afterwards.

Under the naked and gloomy moonlight, the clown smiled and put the leather shoes on the bald white man's head, and then gently pulled out the cane embedded half a centimeter into his head.Behind him was the black coast beyond sight, and a huge sense of oppression swept over it, which was completely cut open by him with his cane.

Everything seemed to be black and white in an instant, the green hair was black, the pale cheeks were white, the purple tuxedo was black, and the light-colored suit shirt was white.

However, the rose pinned to the tuxedo is red.

The eagle's beak on the cane is red, and the blood that snakes down from the man's head is also red.

For the first time in their lives, the residents of Gotham have come so close to the nightmare before touching the soft clouds of heaven.

Close enough to see under his long lashes, those angelic blue eyes carved into the top of the cathedral.

As if being choked by fear, he couldn't even make a scream.

The tall man who stood up and probably could knock the clown off the guardrail and fell into the sea with one punch finally realized at this moment what he had just done.

Fear makes people lose their instincts.

He stepped on the toes of the devil.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry, let me go—" he was at a loss, begging tearfully, "let me go, let me go..."

He was answered by the sound of a bullet being loaded.

The muzzle of the black hole was aimed at him, and the man collapsed and shouted: "You can't do this, you can't do this! I have human rights! I have human rights!"

No one would care about him, the clown pulled the trigger on his own, with a bang.

It was the unbearable gasping from all around and the unwilling roar of the man.

The fireworks exploded from the muzzle of the gun at that moment and landed on the man. The despair that hadn't faded away on his face, thinking that his life had come to an end.

The clown laughed, waved a pistol with a red "Happy Clown's Day" in his hand, and threw it into the man's arms together with the blood-stained white gloves: "Pick up your human rights, and then."

"Be glad you're a criminal."

After speaking, he started to walk out of the crowd. The originally crowded pier spontaneously made way for him like Moses splitting the sea. Eredar glanced at the security personnel not far away.

He casually picked up the collar of the nearest little boy and pulled it in front of him. The boy's mother screamed and wanted to rush forward regardless. The clown let her fall on his arm, and lightly pulled out another little boy from his back. Put the gun to the little boy's temple.

"Tell your mother we'll meet at 'Uncle John's Toys'."

By the time Sergeant Gordon, who was blocked by a violent fire a few hundred meters away, received an alarm from the citizens, the clown had already disappeared at the Gotham pier holding hostages.

The hostage's mother almost collapsed from crying, black eyeliner covered her cheeks along the tear stains.

Officer Gordon immediately launched a search near Gotham Pier, and soon, the police found the little boy outside a toy store called "Uncle John" not far away.

The little boy's face was pale with fright, but he was holding a huge, brand new Iron Man model toy that hadn't even been unpacked.

Above is a line of beautiful cursive characters.

"Happy Fourth of July Clown Day".

……

After leaving Gotham Wharf, Eredar searched the entire 118th block, and finally found the seriously injured Gotham Knight in a dark alley on the corner commercial street.

He probably exhausted all his strength so that he could hide a little before he was completely unconscious. At the end of the dark alley full of sundries, if it weren't for the guidance of Bangya radar and the projection of street lights, he would have stayed for a while. With the reflection of the "pointy ears" traces, eredar would probably pass by this dark alley without hesitation.

"Preliminary scan results judged. Multiple soft tissue contusions, left wrist bone fracture, and three gunshot wounds on the right leg. Since the opponent repeatedly hit the head with a blunt instrument during the battle, it is not ruled out that the short-term injury caused by fainting, shock or concussion Loss of consciousness possible."

Eredar stood at the entrance of the dark alley, guessing maliciously: "He won't die here?"

"No." Bangya gave the answer objectively, "There are no fatal wounds scanned so far."

The cane made a crisp sound as it hit the ground, and Eredar approached step by step: "Then what is the purpose of my coming here? I came here specially to call him 120 emergency number?"

Bunya: "You dialed 12 for 911 years before this, Captain."

The wooden cane touched the tall unconscious man in front of him, and Eredar turned him over like a dead fish.

Of course, swear by Batman's 190 height and nine-pack abs, he didn't manage to flip.

"Now we face a dilemma, Bunya."

Eredar put down his cane, sat on a wooden box next to him, and raised his legs: "If you don't save him or—"

"kill him."

Bangya: "As long as you are happy."

The clown was upset: "It's not interesting."

He stood up and raised his feet to walk, but at this moment, the tip of his toes touched something, and the metal rubbed against the ground and made a short sound.

Eredar paused and looked down.

The silver-white metal reflects the moonlight, and the arc of the circle is smooth and bright.

It's a...

handcuffs?

A pair of handcuffs on Batman's hands!

"OMG."

As if he had discovered something interesting, Eredar couldn't walk anymore. He lowered his head again to study the handcuff that was half open and the other half was fastened on Batman's right hand.

Saw the markings belonging to Penguin on it.

"I never knew." Eredar said with a strange expression, "Penguins have this hobby?"

The aperture scanner on the watch quickly passed over the surface of the handcuffs, and Bangya said in a very academic tone: "This is Wakanda's vibration gold technology, which is said to be unbreakable sound-absorbing handcuffs. It is as strong as Captain America's shield. However, due to the inability to bear the powerful energy in the metal itself, after the locks on both sides are buckled, the handcuffs will naturally fall off after five hours and become a pile of scrap metal."

"Designed for criminals who have greatly improved their abilities in a short period of time."

Eredar oohed with great interest: "This has a good flirting function."

Saying so, he shook the handcuffs: "You said, what would happen if I handcuffed him—near the red light district?"

"I don't know if the news about Batman being arrested for soliciting prostitutes is enough to make headlines in the newspapers?"

After speaking, the clown laughed to himself.

Then, there was a whirlwind.

Before he could even react, his shoulders were grabbed with enough force to crush him, and he turned over. The seriously injured man in the black bat robe held him down, and then he swung him hard. fist.

"Hey, hasn't he completely fallen into a coma and lost his self-awareness!"

Eredar dodged quickly, but the bridge of his nose was rubbed unavoidably, and the unstoppable soreness made him burst into tears immediately.

Bangya frowned: "It stands to reason."

"So you're going to tell me he's sleepwalking right now???"

He bent his knees and lifted his foot towards the opponent's abdomen, probably crushing his wound. The man above him grunted and withdrew his strength, and Eredar rolled out and escaped from his grasp.

However, in terms of pure fighting skills, he has no chance of winning.

Being caught at his weak point again, he received a solid punch, this time on his chest, and his ribs hurt like a heart.

Eredar soon realized that the person in front of him was probably really unconscious, only the fighting instinct of self-preservation remained—

It can be seen from his more and more deadly attack methods.

Of course, he was never the type willing to suffer. After the opponent succeeded for a short time, he nimbly climbed up to the opponent's neck, and with one force, he successfully heard the sound of bone dislocation coming from the opponent's shoulder.

Not enough to break a bone, but based on past experience, it's painful enough to take the opponent's wrist off for a short time.

The pain brought a brief sense of weightlessness, and the man fell to the ground again, and the Eredar riding on him was not spared, but this melee fight did not seem to end there, probably this feeling of giving up weapons and melee combat made people Arouse blood.

Eredar clamped his left hand and pulled it back, trying to restrain his movement, he panted, "Bangya, the paralysis trap——"

As soon as the voice fell, it took precedence over the sound when the paralyzing trap landed.

It was a crisp, clicking sound.

This is probably the instinct that all policemen have. Even vigilantes will not think of a second approach when facing handcuffs and criminals.

The man holds the handcuffs in his right hand.

handcuffed eredar's left hand

The paralysis trap landed, the man was hit, fell forward, and passed out again.

Eredar looked at her left wrist, which was connected to the man's right hand.

A few minutes ago, he had joked that he had a good flirting effect.

handcuffs.

"???"

The author has something to say: Babies who don't understand can start reading from Chapter 1, because the old farmer edited the text again... I think this is the last time for Yingai.