The correct way to attack the villain

The next moment, Song Mo was pulled up by his collar, and next to his ears was the low, magnetic voice of the man who had been specially treated and carried electricity.

"What the hell do you want to do?"

The other party was wearing a mask that covered most of his face, and Song Mo couldn't tell what his expression was now, and even felt that this sentence sounded a bit like gnashing of teeth.

He feels that he is now very used to the way of conversation held high by the collar. This is a posture he is very familiar with when facing Batman as a clown, as if Batman only wants to face the enemy. He will do two things, one is to grab their collars, and the other is to beat them to the bone.

Inopportunely he remembered a joke his adoptive father had told while recuperating in bed after Batman broke half his ribs—Batman was a psycho, no doubt about it, but if he sent himself into Acre Well, half of Arkham's convicts are going to the orthopedic department.

Before that, his adoptive father had just been saved by Batman.

Song Mo will never forget that scene. At that time, he was just seven years old. He was sitting in a dark sewer room watching the palm-sized Founder TV. On the TV screen, his adoptive father Jack fell from the top floor of the exploding building. It was Batman. saved him.

The policeman asked the clown: Where did Batman go?

His adoptive father said: Why would I know?why do you ask me

The policeman said: Is he not your partner?

His adoptive father laughed: Why do you think we are partners?

The policeman said: Otherwise, who else would jump off the stairs to save you?

His adoptive father stopped laughing again, and said: There's something I have to tell you, officer—

His adoptive father said: — because I was thinking the same thing.

The most common question his adoptive father asked him during that time was: "Look, little psycho, have you ever had a really bad day?"

Of course Song Mo experienced it, he had nothing in one day, bad but lucky, because he was reborn that day, but before he could organize his words, his adoptive father asked himself and said.

"You thought you would be trapped in this escapist madness forever, and memories kept eroding your nerves. You wanted to escape this sharp torture, but you sank more and more every time, and then you met someone who changed you Doesn't it sound ridiculous that a person who lives your life makes you even forget who you are, and just such a small thing can affect you?"

Song Mo knew very well that the person who changed his life was his adoptive father, but he never understood who the person his adoptive father said was the one who changed his life.

Until now, he is clear.

Batman.

and so……

Song Mo looked at Batman's fist that hadn't dropped after it was raised, and the expression on his face became even worse.

"Listen, little bat."

He clearly saw his own reflection in Batman's eyes, and he took Batman's hand holding his collar, his tone was very aggressive.

"Have you ever had a really bad day?"

Alfred, who had been monitoring the scene remotely, almost knocked over the water glass in his hand when he heard these words.

That's not a good question, especially in these days.

The hand tightening the collar instantly, Song Mo looked at Batman's pupils suddenly constricted, although it became difficult to breathe, the pleasure of spying on the secret in the other's heart still made him laugh out loud.

So when Mudface woke up from the coma, what he saw were two people standing in a daze not far away, one half body was still soaked in the water, the other was held up by the collar, the distance between them was so close that their lips were about to touch each other , It seems that each other is competing with something.

Then he seemed to notice something was wrong.

Why did the two of them get so big?Or--

Why is he getting so small?

Mudface looked at his own hands as big as five or six-year-old children, and his brain, which was originally not good at thinking, was short-circuited instantly, so he could only attribute all this to his deadly enemy as a matter of course.

"Batman—!!!"

A roar broke the turbulent undercurrent between the two, and Batman subconsciously let go of his right hand holding Song Mo's collar to block the vicious rushing mud.

The little mud face whose head was held down swung his invincible iron fist that he couldn't even touch Batman's cloak: "I'm going to beat you! I'm going to beat you! I'm going to beat you!"

Even the voice has become a lot more immature.

The originally tense atmosphere instantly disappeared like a punctured water polo because of the addition of a mass of mud.

Song Mo rubbed the tip of his nose, and took out the button chip that was no longer flashing from his pocket: "The central nervous system controls the parasitic system, a by-product accidentally produced during the process of Tianming's research on the original solution of gene degradation, which can control people's behavioral consciousness, and have a certain negative impact on the parasite."

"At the beginning, the scarecrow's information didn't say what the negative impact was, but now it looks like it is, rejuvenation?" Song Mo paused, and squinted his eyes when he saw the muddy face's unexpected cuteness after shrinking, "Maybe That's a good thing."

Little Mudface: "NO! NO! NO! Not good at all! It's so bad! It's so bad!"

"This is literally the worst day ever for me!"

A really bad day, this kind of topic probably has different solutions for people with different IQ levels.

The emotions that were finally brewing were defeated in this way, Song Mo patted Batman's other hand holding his collar: "Okay sir, do you want to just lift me out like this? Although I don't mind too much .”

The man glanced at Song Mo, and finally let go of his left hand.

"Don't think I don't know who you are."

Song Mo raised his eyebrows: "A resident of Gotham City, underage, 17 and a half years old, with complete autonomy and human rights, Song Mo Silence Apocalypse, a recent graduate of Xavier College, an omgea-like mutant .”

After saying this, he licked the corner of Yin Hong's mouth meaningfully.

"Presumably this information has been stored in your mind since the day we bid farewell to Arkham?"

The man looked at the young man who was still talking hard at this time, and after a moment of silence, he stretched his hand into Song Mo's waist.

"Hey, you don't have the right to search me. I'm a legal citizen of Gotham. Please show your search certificate first, or you won't think about it—Jesus, you are really barbaric."

Batman directly pulled out a stack of cards that Song Mo hid in the middle layer of his waist, twisted and rubbed them gently with three fingers, and the cards immediately unfolded into the shape of a fan, enough for all three present to see clearly the words engraved on the cards. , a clear clown smiling face, and the familiar five letters.

Joker.

The little mud face stopped his fist-waving movement, and looked at Song Mo in shock: "Why do you have the Eredar card, you, don't you—"

Song Mo rolled his eyes: "Okay, let's see what you have done, Mr. Batman."

Little Mudface: "Are you a big eredar fan?!"

The expressions of the two people whose IQs were on the horizontal line froze at the same time.

Song Mo was silent for a while, and before Batman could move, he took the stack of clown cards from his hand, then reached out and patted Muddy Face's head: "Yes, you are right, you are such a genius. "

At this moment, the voice of the Gotham police came from the end of the sewer: "Chief, there are still vital signs detected inside!"

Song Mo looked towards the source of the sound, and on the other side of the sewer, he could already see the police's detection light shining in. He looked away, glanced at Mudface from the corner of his eye, walked into Batman and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "I Knowing what you are thinking, I advise you to give up, Arkham cannot withstand a second explosion, I promise."

Alfred said on the earphone: "You can rest assured, master, the tracking device you installed on him has already worked, and what he said is correct, every time Arkham is repaired, it still costs Wayne Group money, even if it's a small piece of your total assets."

Over there, Song Mo straightened up after speaking, and even kindly helped Batman straighten his wrinkled cloak, and said with a smile: "Then let's bid farewell here, and hope we won't meet again in a short time."

Batman said in a deep voice, "The choice is yours if we don't meet again."

Song Mo turned around nonchalantly as if he didn't listen, "Every time I meet you, nothing good will happen."

Bruce Wayne felt that Song Mo must have a thick skin as thick as the wall of the Batcave to say this.

The mud face at the side dragged his immature body and said angrily: "I'm leaving too, I still have an appointment with Eredar tonight."

He made a face at Batman: "I can't beat you now, I'll let Eredar kill you, slightly."

Batman looked at this Gotham villain whose behavior became childish as he became smaller, with a cold expression on his face: "I don't think he's free tonight."

Mudface: "What?"

Batman stopped explaining, turned around and walked in another direction, while pressing the super brain on his wrist.

"Returning to the internal network system of the Human Resources Department of Wayne Group regarding the personnel scheduling and management of the Finance Department, I want a copy of the specific information on this year's financial recruitment plan."

"computer04 is starting up, glad to serve you."

The news of the explosion on Gotham Fourth Avenue quickly made it to the Gotham people's news. As a sufficiently dangerous terrorist attack explosion, Fourth Avenue was blown up for half a street, and now the only doubts of the experts are , if this is really a terrorist attack that the bad guys have planned for a long time, why did they only blow up half the street instead of the whole street?

The follow-up development of the news, Director Gordon found several bat darts under the explosion zone, which answered the questions of all news media people, Batman saved Gotham City again, everyone is happy, long live Batman, yay.

Song Mo just rolled his eyes at the news host.

The poor guy with wounds and bandages all over his body was lying on the sofa and watching TV while eating potato chips, and his brain, which had just woken up after being shielded from the signal of Fourth Avenue, was in a hurry.

"It's him, it must be him, no one has the right to forcibly hibernate the Hiberian system except you and him, what to do, Captain, Otto must have discovered that you are on Earth!"

Song Mo stuffed another piece of potato chips into his mouth: "Why are you nervous, he can still kill me."

Bangya: "As far as the current situation is concerned, he should have this idea."

Song Moman said nonchalantly: "Think about it, if he really wants to kill someone, it's useless to escape the Milky Way."

What else did Bangya want to say, Peter Parker, who was lying next to him, woke up in a daze, with a bandage in his hand, rubbing his eyes: "Why did I fall asleep, I haven't finished bandaging you yet. "

Song Mo: "When you wake up and think about bandaging me, I should have died of wound infection a long time ago."

Peter Parker said guiltily: "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong..."

Song Mo: "Forget it, watch TV and watch TV."

So, in the rental house in the Roland community, on the sofa, two bandaged brothers and sisters sat side by side, with an open box of family-sized potato chips in the middle, and Song Mo held the remote control tightly in his hand.

Peter Parker: "Song Mo, it's almost time for the Avengers Daily Express."

Song Mo: "You should pay more attention to Gotham news when you are in Gotham."

"I'm injured, you have to respect the opinion of a wounded person."

"I was injured too, Mr. Spider, I'm not as resilient as you."

Peter Parker had no choice but to continue eating his potato chips.

Just when he was regretfully planning to watch the documentary-style Gotham people's miserable life through the news broadcast with Song Mo, Song Mo's phone rang suddenly.

Laura called, which surprised Song Mo, but he picked it up immediately.

On the other end of the phone: "Hello, Silence?"

"Congratulations, you have been promoted! Do you have time now? Come to the company quickly."