The correct way to attack the villain

An unwarranted disaster once again tested the strong psychological quality of the people of Gotham.

The scarecrow's crazy experiment made the infant care center of the Gotham People's Hospital instantly full. It is worth mentioning that the scarecrow is obviously much more gentleman than those villains who only know how to destroy, because except for those poor passers-by who are innocent and turned into babies, Gotham The economic loss on the physical level of the city is so small that it is negligible compared to the past, so the citizens who were fighting for a bus to temporarily evacuate Gotham yesterday can sit on the same bus and return to their hometowns today with a face of nothing. jobs.

When Song Mo walked into the small supermarket downstairs, wearing home clothes and the rabbit ear fleece slippers that came with the rental house, the TV screen hanging in the center of the supermarket was broadcasting the Gotham morning news live.

The dark-skinned, blond-haired announcer faced the camera with a serious face: "The Gotham Pharmacy R&D Center has obtained the first-hand drug information, which is provided by Wayne Group's private pharmaceutical company. Bruce Wayne has always been the most outstanding social worker in Gotham. Contributor, there is absolutely no doubt about that.”

"Focus on the neighboring cities of New York. Following the alien invasion, Manhattan once again received a devastating blow from an unknown species last night. Please watch the live replay below."

Seeing a familiar red figure out of the corner of his eyes, Song Mo stopped and looked up, just in time to see the replay of the live replay of Spiderman fighting the little Green Goblin on the screen.

The nostalgic Peter Parker and Harry Osborn who are on the verge of madness are comparable to Hollywood's top special effects fighting scene, and the live radio is also excellent. Song Mo can even hear the sound of Spiderman being kicked into ribs.

The replay lasted for 10 minutes. For some unknown reason, the terrorist attack without the participation of the Avengers ended in the failure of the Little Green Goblin. The New York police appeared to sweep the end, and Spider-Man also disappeared in front of the media cameras.

Song Mo couldn't help frowning, took out his cell phone, and entered Peter Parker's cell phone number that he had already memorized.

"So a volunteer who has no salary and is in danger of dying every day, I don't know why so many fools are rushing to do it."

Bangya: "Captain, the salary of the Avengers seems to be [-] times the monthly salary that the Wayne Group pays you."

Song Mo: "If a tax accountant has to work for the boss."

The beep on the other end of the phone rang for more than twenty seconds and still no one answered, Song Mo scratched the handbag in his hand a little annoyed.

Just as he unconsciously stepped in front of a door, an extremely weak and familiar cell phone ringing leaked from the crack of the door, right in the closed fitting room directly opposite Song Mo, marked "employee access" .

Song Mo put down the phone expressionlessly.

"It wouldn't be so coincidental would it?"

The fact is such a coincidence.

Following the ringtone of the mobile phone and the smell of blood, Song Mo dug up a large bucket of Skittles in the employee's warehouse, and Song Mo successfully saw the unconscious Spider-Man buried inside.

"So, you hid in that delivery truck when you saw that the delivery address was the supermarket below Mrs. Roland's community? Hiding in a bucket of Skittles?"

Little Spider-Man nodded.

The spacious and bright living room of Mrs. Roland’s rental house has amazing recovery power. Peter Parker, who woke up shortly after being brought back, was lying on the sofa, and Song Mo was still wearing his ostentatious home clothes with Batman’s abs on it. , quickly and gently applied medicine to Mr. Parker's scarred back.

It was a familiar scene, but the identities of the two were swapped.

Song Mo took off the bandage, and skillfully gritted the thorn with his teeth and tore it open: "Then why don't you go to the Avengers?"

Peter Parker: "I had a fight with Mr. Stark."

Song Mo asked down the line: "What's wrong?"

Little Mr. Parker said in a depressed mood: "He thinks that I should not complete those dangerous tasks alone, but should be handed over to the Avengers. He said that I am trying to be brave, and if I do this again next time, he will confiscate my combat uniform. "

The mixed-race child in home clothes lowered his eyes: "You are just a high school student."

"Minors have no obligation to save the world with their lives."

Spider-Man murmurs, "But—" He pauses for a moment, and then says an irrelevant answer: "But he's my best friend."

Song Mo didn't know who he was referring to, and silently wrapped the bandage around the underage Chaoying.

At this moment, Bangya's voice came from his mind: "If I remember correctly, you are also a minor, Captain."

Song Mo Zhengse: "I am 24 years old this year."

Bangya: "...don't lie to yourself."

There was a moment of silence in the room. Outside the window, the bus carrying hundreds of Gotham residents drove into the center of the city from the Gotham Bridge again. After the sound of heavy wheels rolling over the road disappeared from near and far, Peter Parker Re-speak.

"Song Mo."

Song Mo: "Huh?"

"What would you do if one day you found out that your best friend was actually a villain?"

Song Mo paused with his fingertips.

He subconsciously moved his throat and asked, "Then what will you do?"

"I—" Spider-Man thought for a while, then said dejectedly, "I wounded him and sent him to the Manhattan prison."

"So you regret it, you think it shouldn't be like this, you should let him continue to wreak havoc in Manhattan, and cause more casualties, just to protect the originally antagonistic and ridiculous friendship between you?"

Peter frowned, as if he didn't quite agree with this statement, but just as he was about to speak, he was interrupted by Song Mo: "If he really considers you a friend, and you hurt him and send him to prison, he will still treat you as your friend." Friends, at least for me."

After speaking, he patted the bandage on Peter's body: "You'd better remember this sentence, Mr. Parker, this is very important to me."

Little Spider-Man felt that he didn't understand, but he nodded firmly: "Well, I will."

Song Mo looked at Peter's light-colored pupils, they were sincere and innocent, and had a fatal attraction to people like them, regardless of desire. In Song Mo's memory, the last time he saw such eyes was on his sister ,besides--

he himself.

He almost forgot that he once had a positive childhood, and he also wanted to be a respected superhero in a whimsical way.

It was ridiculous as hell.

Song Mo patted the creases on his trousers, and stood up from the sofa: "Okay, now it's time for adults, if I remember correctly, you have a full class today, I don't think this is the first time I have reminded you. "

Peter: "..."

Peter is no longer surprised that Song Mo can memorize their schedule and itinerary. Quite often, he will be very moved, because it means that the other party cares about him, but not including now, his leg is broken and his ribs are also broken. When it was broken, the whole body was injured and almost disfigured.

"I put my lunch in the refrigerator. When you can stand up, go heat it yourself. I know that your wounds heal three times faster than mutants."

Peter blinked: "Where are you going?"

Song Mo waved his back to him and said, "Please ask for leave for you, or you will have to go to class with a cane?"

Peter showed a moved expression, opened his mouth, and finally reminded gently: "So, why don't you change your clothes..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, he was answered by a crisp door closing.

Eight thirty New York time.

A low-profile black Aston Martin was parked outside the gate of Midtown High Gotham United.

"The donation signed by Otto is indeed in the donation details of the Global Joint School Office, young master."

Alfred sat in the driver's seat again, and handed over the donation details he had just received from the principal of the Joint School Office to Bruce Wayne.

The man reached out to take it, compared the other three reports in his hand, and frowned deeply when he glanced at the name of Otto Apocalypse.

"There were 21 people who passed the money, and it ended up in the hands of a public relations firm, which is owned by Lex."

Ah Fu steered the steering wheel and said, "Poor Asian dean is still kept in the dark, thinking that these disaster relief funds will really be donated to children who can't afford to go to school all over the world."

Bruce put down the report: "He is indeed an irrelevant person."

"Let's go."

The car engine started, and it slowly drove out of the entrance of the college. Just as it was about to turn right and merge into the main road, a pink figure bumped into it from the corner of its eye.

A little girl crying and running around on the main road.

Alfred immediately stopped the car: "Master—"

Before he could finish speaking, the car door was pushed open, and the man started to walk forward, but a figure came to the side of the little girl before him.

A thin young man, wearing loose white casual clothes, with eight-pack abs printed with the Batman logo, looks casually dressed as if he just woke up from sleep, but he doesn't feel slovenly, his brown clothes are cutely pasted on On the head, only his side face can be seen from this angle, the face is small, the jaw is sharply curved, the neckline of the clothes is wide open, revealing the delicate collarbone and white skin, the lips are very red, the eyelashes are very long, and the eyes are very blue , looks very familiar.

The official age is 24, but he is actually only 17 and a half years old. He has an IQ and abilities that are difficult for his peers to match. He has countless false identity information to the outside world.

Now his whole body is as transparent as a naked man in the eyes of men.

Bruce Wayne stopped and watched Song Mo bow his head and quickly say something to the little girl, then he picked her up skillfully and walked out of the dangerous road.

"A big fan of Batman, sir."

Alfred looked at the Batman logo on Song Mo's clothes, then looked at Bruce Wayne who was sitting in the car again in the rearview mirror, and said with a smile: "That's what Laura said when she reported to Fox. "

Bruce ruthlessly exposed the butler's joke: "Fox doesn't care about the HR department."

After he finished speaking, he glanced down at his watch.

Eight fifty-five.

"Go to the company, Alfred."

A Fu couldn't help but said: "If you fire an employee because he is late for a good job, I don't think this is in line with your style, young master."

Bruce lowered his head and straightened the sleeves of his suit: "My business doesn't need criminals."

Alfred wanted to say something else, but seeing the look on the man's face, he had no choice but to say regretfully, "Well, you have your own ideas."

Ten minutes later, the parents who had lost their children finally found their daughter at the gate of the joint school office. The panicked mother kept thanking Song Mo. Purse your lips.

Bangya: "Captain, I don't really want to spoil the atmosphere, I know you are feeling a little sad now."

Song Mo immediately put away his expression: "No, I don't."

Bunya: "But I have to say something."

Song Mo: "Say."

Bangya: "Did you completely forget that Wayne Group did not issue a holiday notice to employees today?"

Song Mo: "..."

Song Mo: "...it's over."