The correct way to attack the villain

While casting the ability to cover the entire Arkham, he had to distract Scott from being affected by his ability, because Scott shouldered the important task of rescuing Xavier's students alone.

The intense consumption of abilities soon caused the brain to send out an alarm that fed back to the whole body, and the brain nucleus screamed for pain. As time passed, Song Mo's consciousness gradually began to blur.

For most prisoners in Arkham, having special abilities and losing special abilities are two extreme states. No one would give up their weapons and choose to fight freely while holding a gun, so over time, they began to make fists Postures become awkward.

So in this special, mandatory situation, even if there are a few cases——

And no one is a match for Batman.

Bane might be barely one, but at least for now, no one knows where he is.

One after another, screams resounded through the airspace of Arkham, and the prisoners fell down one by one, and the fist wearing black gloves finally stopped in front of the Poison Ivy woman.

The curvaceous lady smiled coquettishly, and stretched out her hand to push away his fist: "When your friend wakes up, he will be grateful for your gentlemanly demeanor, so I kindly remind you."

"He's in a bad state, I'm not sure if it's life-threatening, it's just behind this building, you'd better go and see."

After finishing speaking, before Batman could react, Pamela crossed her arms and took the initiative to walk deep into Arkham, stepping over countless comatose prisoners who were lying on the ground, her posture was casual and her steps were calm.

his friends?

Probably even Bruce Wayne himself doesn't know what friends he will have when he puts on this Batman suit.

Then, walking around the building, he saw Song Mo standing in the middle of the hall.

The "girl" who disguised herself as a woman and could not even be noticed by him, the young man who was about to become a small tax accountant under his group, the mysterious mutant in Xavier Academy for Gifted Youth, and even had a relationship with Muddy Face and Killer Moth Some kind of connection. After careful calculation, from the first time he met Song Mo to the present, in less than four hours, he had three completely different identities that were completely unconnectable.

But if he's only doing it to save his fellow students trapped in Arkham—

Batman thinks he has probably figured out why the prisoners lose their special powers for a split second.

The sound of footsteps behind him seemed to disturb the young man who was standing silently. His curled fingers trembled, and three screw-shaped metal parts fell from between his fingers and landed on the metal floor with a crisp sound. .

A faint fishy smell lingered between the nostrils, and on the young man's white neck, there were three clear bloodstains winding down.

Seemingly aware of footsteps behind him, he turned his head, his blue eyes were out of focus.

Like Poison Ivy said, this guy's in pretty bad shape.

Batman frowned.

Just when he was hesitating about what to do next, the young man took a step forward, but his knees, which were barely enough to keep standing, couldn't bear further action, and he lost his balance and fell down here.

Batman subconsciously reached out his hand to help him, and then he found that the skin under his hand felt very strange, like a balloon filled with liquid, and it would burst if a little force was applied from the outside.

And the facts have proved that this description is extremely correct.

With just a slight support, the young man's skin was completely cracked, and the bright red liquid dripped down the wound, leaving a shocking five-fingerprint.

This forced him to give up the idea of ​​helping him up, passively raised his hands, and let the completely unconscious young man fall on his body, those two hands were still tightly grasping the golden belt on his uniform.

From the back it looks like surrender.

At this moment, a strange voice came from behind: "Sorry, can you give him to me?"

Batman turned around and saw a brown-haired man in a wheelchair.

Handsome features, blue eyes, soft Scottish accent.

Although they haven't met each other, and one territory is in Gotham and the other is in New York, they are no strangers to each other's identities.

Charles Xavier.

Batman didn't speak, but moved his position calmly, revealing Song Mo who was originally blocked by his back.

Professor Hanke stepped forward and gently embraced the young man. This was not the first time he faced Song Mo who was in such a mess, so he was much more experienced than Batman who was at a loss at first.

It's just that the transfer work had to be stopped halfway through, because Song Mo's two hands holding Batman's belt were surprisingly tight.

No one dared to forcibly break off those ten fingers, and no one knew how many wounds it would cause him.Hank looked at Batman with some embarrassment.

Batman could only press the button of his belt, and the next moment, the palm-wide golden belt was separated from his thin waist, and was tightly held by the young man in his palm.

……

……

The first ray of sun in Westchester shone on the roof of Xavier College, and the mutants heard their familiar Scottish ditties again.

This was the second time Song Mo opened his eyes and saw this familiar ceiling in a short period of time.

Probably no one except Professor Hank would bother to carve fairy-tale reliefs on the ceilings of the nursing wards of the Academy.

It was still covered in bandages and filled with plastic tubes. Even the left and right order of placing the bottles was exactly the same as last time. The only difference was that this time there was no longer the little round head lying on the bedside.

There was no one in the nursing room except him.

Song Mo supported the bed and sat up slowly. He didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Just when he was about to check the time with his watch, he accidentally touched something hard and cold with his right hand.

He turned his head casually for a look, then froze for a moment.

On the bedside table of the hospital bed, under his fingertips, was a familiar golden belt.

It is heavy and full of weight. It comes from a special metal material, and there is a black bat-shaped logo in the center.

Obviously, this is the belt Batman wears most often.

So... hell, what did he do to Batman?Why is Batman's belt on his hand?

Song Mo patted his head lightly, but he couldn't remember it anyway, so he had to put the belt on his knees, as if he accidentally triggered a button on the belt during the process, and he was lying quietly with the belt On the bedside table, the palm-sized Bopin Brain automatically turns on.

"The system started successfully, puter03 is at your service."

"Identity information scanning——"

"Scan failed, system entered standby mode."

... At least he knows this, he got it from Batman, in order to locate the specific location of those mutants.

Just when he was about to take the intellectual brain to study for a while, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"you're awake?"

The gentle tone, with a special accent, is mellow and pleasant.

Song Mo looked at the professor sitting in a wheelchair at the door.

He let go of his grip on the tablet in disappointment: "Sorry, I didn't wake up." After a pause, he hooked the corner of his mouth again, and added, "Professor."

……

……

"Sleep is an instinct of human beings. I don't think I need to remind you again and again, young master."

Wayne Manor, just woke up from the morning light, and Alfred, who had prepared breakfast, came to the Batcave with a tray. He saw Bruce Wayne busy in front of the console as expected, and he sighed. : "If you have calculated, you have only rested for less than five hours in the past two days, half of which was still on the way to and from the company."

Of course, he wouldn't be called Bruce Wayne if he would go to rest immediately because of Ah Fu's words.

"There seems to be something wrong with my glove, Alfred."

The old butler put down the tray and resignedly walked to the tool table, where there was a Batman glove.

After carrying out the preliminary inspection with the tool, Alfred frowned and said, "When launching the claw, the forward swing was delayed by two full seconds... So you are wearing this glove today to perform your vigilante mission? These two seconds are The special moment is enough to cause life-threatening, you need to pay attention, young master."

Bruce focused on data research and did not speak.

Alfred asked again: "When did the malfunction start?"

Bruce: "Two days ago."

Alfred recalled: "What day did you post your wedding photos?"

Bruce Wayne: "...it was the day when I was handcuffed by Penguin and the second-generation clown."

Ah Fu shrugged casually, then lowered his head and began to deal with the applause on the glove: "The problem lies in the new interlayer of the glove. Some electronic data blocked the transmission network of the glove. It seems that it needs to be rewired."

Saying that, the old butler stopped talking, and began to repair and check the gloves carefully. He has always given [-]% seriousness and patience to such props that can greatly guarantee the safety of his young master's life.

However, half an hour later, Ah Fu put down the tools in his hand.

"Master."

Bruce pinched his brows wearily, his voice hoarse: "What's wrong?"

Alfred: "I think you need to explain the origin of this thing."

After speaking, Ah Fu connected the two data cables of the glove, and then pressed a button.

The next moment, the glove was wrapped in a burst of blue light.

"The core mastermind of the Huberian is starting up, please wait—"

"The system has been activated successfully. Mastermind core operator Bangya is at your service. Welcome to the bridge, captain."