The correct way to attack the villain

The bell struck seven o'clock in the evening, and the sky completely darkened.

The night is the best breeding ground for criminal factors in Gotham. The piercing sound of police cars resounded through the sky before the neon lights filled the entire city, and then returned 10 minutes later with a car full of criminals.

After the third batch of criminals were put on human rights hoods and sent to the Gotham Police Station, the little muddy face sitting on the roof of the Life Insurance Building and observing the movements of the police station couldn't sit still.

"When are we going to act?" Little Mudface sat on the edge of the roof, idly making his muddy arms into various shapes.

Wearing a purple tuxedo, a green wig, and exaggerated heavy makeup on his face, Eredar was lying on the railing, holding his eagle-headed cane in one hand, and a cup of half-drunk instant coffee in the other :"hold on."

The little mud face dangled in mid-air with both feet hundreds of meters high: "It's been an hour, what are we waiting for?"

The corners of Eredar's mouth painted in exaggerated red ticked: "Wait for a bat light, I think it should light up immediately." After speaking, he glanced at the little mud face, "You don't want us to act Halfway through, a justice actually fell from the sky. You have no fighting power now, what will you do if you are caught and locked up in Arkham?"

Little Mudface: "...why don't you expect Batman to follow Gotham's Law on the Protection of Minors?"

Eredar looked at the little mud face in disbelief: "How did you say that with a mud face in your seventies?"

Little Mudface held his head high and held his chest high: "At least I'm cute now, everyone says so."

Eredar looked as if he saw a mentally retarded expression, and reconfirmed that the side effects of the central nervous system also included the degeneration of IQ.

Another batch of criminals was sent to the Gotham Police Department, and a new patrol car followed immediately.The good news is that the police car is Sheriff Gordon's bomb-proof police car, which means something big has happened somewhere in Gotham.

The little mud face blinked: "Speaking of which, how do you know that the bat light will turn on later?"

Eredar shook the iced coffee in his hand: "Because I sent the latest holographic map of Arkham and the password after the replacement of the alarm system to Aunt Harley."

Saying this, the second-generation clown's eyes narrowed a bit: "Arkham's alarm system password changes every day, she wants so much to save Aunt Poison Ivy from Arkham, she will definitely not miss such a good opportunity. "

The relationship between Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy is probably as unpredictable as Harley Quinn and The Joker. The latter is a passionate couple recognized by the entire Gotham villain circle, but only the Joker himself knows the truth.At least as far as Eredar sees it, the Joker's attitude towards Harley Quinn is subtle enough.

It can't be called love, but at most it is a strong and morbid possessive desire for the toys it belongs to. When you are happy, you hold it in the palm of your hand, and when you don't want it, you destroy it with all your strength.

The degree of doting is probably not even one-tenth that of Poison Ivy to Harley Quinn, even if they are not lovers in nature.

In the huge amount of information mentioned above, Little Mudface clearly grasped the point: "Sooner or later, you will be hunted down by all the female criminals in Gotham because of the title 'Auntie', Eredar."

Eredar tapped the eagle-headed cane in his hand indifferently: "Who made me a minor?"

As soon as the voice fell, the surrounding air began to become restless, as if something was about to come out, and when it reached the peak of the gathering, there was a bang.

The bat light is on.

For those super criminals in Gotham who are keen on crime, the bat lamp is a prop that can touch the nerves of the cerebral cortex. It can make people excited in the shortest time, and the representative of it is probably the clown.

The little mud face looked at the corners of Eredar's mouth that split open immediately and the pupils dilated with excitement, and couldn't help rubbing the muddy bumps on his arms: "...I'm an Eredar who is going to have nightmares when you're like this."

The second-generation clown picked up the little muddy face with one hand, and looked down at the watch on his wrist: "Stop talking nonsense, if you want to steal that watch from Gotham Police Station quietly before Batman notices it The words of the central hub."

There is no need for communication, but there is enough tacit understanding that the moment Eredar steps out of the roof, Bangya has already completed the control of the smart mecha: "Hubrian, the standby mode is released. The highest order, Vortex Spin up, turn on."

A burst of strong air flow erupted from the stealth mech behind him, easily pushing Eredar to the roof of the Gotham Police Station next door.The second-generation clown stretched his long legs and landed lightly on the roof of the building, then bumped into the policeman who turned on the bat light.

"Surprise!"

The eagle-headed cane was raised high, passed through the bat lights, and left a black shadow of an eagle on the bat projection of the Life Building, and then swung it down neatly.

With a cry of pain, the policeman was knocked on the back of his neck before he even had time to show fear on his face, rolled his eyelids, and passed out.

The eagle-headed cane turned around in mid-air and was caught with one hand, and gracefully returned to the ground. Eredar stepped over the unconscious body of the policeman, and the long, slender hand covered in white paint deftly removed the policeman's body. The walkie-talkie on the waistband, and then stopped in front of the elevator on the top floor.

"It seems like it's been a long time since there's been a clown's prank." Eredar pushed the button on the intercom, and after a rustle, the corner of his blood-red mouth hooked, "Now you're hearing the greeting from the clown, hey , my sweethearts, good evening."

As he spoke, he put his gloved hand back on and turned the open electric switch next to the elevator, as if he was not afraid of electric shock at all, he accurately selected the red one from a pile of wires of various colors, and curled his index finger Twist hard.

After a burst of bright blue lightning flashed at the fingertips, the entire police station was completely plunged into darkness.

"what happened?!"

"Clown, the clown is here, the devil is here!"

"Hurry up and activate the backup power!"

"Who hit me! Where's my gun, where's my gun?!"

Even standing on the top of the building, he could hear the sound of the entire police station becoming chaotic. Amid the noise, Muddy even heard the criminals calling for help.

The conflict between police and robbers no longer exists at this moment.

They were scared to death.

No one in Gotham can do a better job of intimidating people than the Joker.

The stealth mecha behind him emitted golden-red cutting flames, and the elevator door was cut out into an ellipse of equal height. The clown gentleman, whose body color scheme was like an aesthetic disaster, walked into the elevator, then raised his hand, aiming at the door of the elevator. Pull line: "A free experience of airtight bungee jumping. Are you ready to show up, cutie? I'll count to three."

"three--"

"two--"

Before the last countdown came out, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang in a hurry.

"batman-batman-doeswhateverabatcan--"

The originally tense and exciting atmosphere quickly dried up like a punctured balloon, the little mud face: "???"

Eredar: "...I remember saying that I didn't want personal calls during my working hours."

The watch hanging on the wrist of the second-generation clown flickered: "I don't want to, Captain, but the other party has 24-hour control over your accompanying time."

The eredar nearly laughed. "No one has power over me but myself, Bunya."

"Yes." Zhinao's voice did not fluctuate, "A call from your boss, do you want to answer it?"

Eredar's "No answer" was already in his mouth, and when he was about to blurt out, reason finally regained the upper hand of the criminal brain: "...Yes."

So, halfway through the intense and exciting prank plan, with countless screams downstairs, Little Mudface saw Eredar evacuate the elevator at the speed of light, ran to the bat light, knelt down on his knees, and started .

answer the phone.

Little mud face: "??????"

"Hi, I'm Bruce Wayne's butler Alfred, I hope this phone call didn't disturb you, Mr. Silence." On the other end of the phone is the low-pitched subwoofer from the butler's lower Alfred, "Excuse me What are you doing now?"

The young man next to the bat light coughed, "Lie on the sofa and watch TV, sir."

Alfred: "No wonder it sounds so noisy over there."

The youth didn't change his face: "You won't like a bloody and cruel crime TV series."

The housekeeper on the other end of the phone didn't bother with this irrelevant topic anymore, and there was a bit of politeness and kindness in his deep voice: "That's right, Mr. Silance, I have to leave Wayne Manor for some things, so As the young master's accompanying assistant, I hope you can temporarily take over my position and help me take care of Master Bruce."

The young man paused while holding the phone.

"The daily work of the accompanying assistant includes taking care of the boss's diet and daily life??"

Communicating directly through brainwaves, Bangya quickly scanned the references of the same occupation category downloaded from Google in the file: "Yes, Captain."

Youth: "...Then I finally know why Ginferni called me 'Ms.' before."

Probably because he hadn't made a sound for a long time, Ah Fu asked again on the other end of the phone: "Excuse me, do you have time now, Mr. Silance? If you can, you can come to Wayne Manor right now. I will immediately We are about to leave, and there are still many things that need to be explained.”

It's not a question sentence, but a statement sentence. Everyone present has no doubts. If they refuse this time, they will be directly kicked out of the Wayne Group tomorrow.

Poor young people who have a rich father in society can only make concessions at this time.

Youth: "Yes, sir, in fact I am very free now."

The super prank that had been planned was cut off like a farce and ended abruptly. When Eredar said that he was going back because the boss suddenly asked him to work overtime, the little muddy face said: "You treat your boss like this Submit?"

Eredar leaned over and fiddled with something in the elevator, while saying: "I don't give in to the boss, I just give in to the money, cutie."

The little mud face couldn't believe it: "Is such a cute little mud face like me less important than a few bad money in your eyes?"

Eredar looked at it as a matter of course: "Why do you look down on money? I have to support myself and pay a large amount of tuition fees and a large amount of daily expenses. I also have a brain that eats money to support. Money is very important."

Eating soil every day can fill your stomach. Little Muddy Face couldn't understand this, so he had to change his focus: "But you have already distracted Batman, so you won't have such a good chance next time!"

Eredar: "Believe me, helping Aunt Harley is just a bonus. I have a thousand ways to distract Batman at any time, so our plan will be postponed for now."

The little mud face started to squirm and roll: "But do you know how uncomfortable it is to stop suddenly in the middle of the destruction?!"

Eredar stood up again with her knees propped up, stood outside the elevator door and raised her hand to burn the hanger on the top of the elevator. Amid the noise of the iron elevator falling rapidly, she described: "It's like being blocked by someone when you're about to shoot. It's so uncomfortable that the horse's eyes can't go up or down?"

The little mud face and the whole group of mud are going crazy: "How did you say such rubbish and pornographic words without changing your face?"

He heard the stealth mech behind eredar start to brake again, and the clown in a purple tuxedo rose into the air. Instead of arguing with Mudface about such a fruitless topic, eredar waved his cane at him.

"Don't worry, it's just getting smaller and won't cause any other harm to your body. I'll contact you next time when I have time. It won't be too long."

After finishing speaking, the second-generation clown with a color palette like a palette jumped into the air and disappeared without a trace.

Gotham Police Station, the noise from the elevator pulled everyone's nerves to the extreme point of tension.The criminals huddled behind the police to seek shelter, and the police spontaneously surrounded the elevator exit, aiming countless guns at the elevator exit, waiting for the moment when the devil came out, shooting him into a sieve.

The backup power supply had turned on the emergency brake half a minute ago, and the entire office area was very bright.The noise in the elevator began to get closer and louder, and finally fell to the ground on the first floor with a bang.

All the policemen rang their alarm bells, and without Sergeant Gordon in charge, some of them who were not very psychologically qualified had subconsciously pulled the trigger.

bah—

The entire iron door of the elevator was distorted and deformed by the impact, and then penetrated by several bullets, which made the elevator door finally overwhelmed and collapsed forward.

The crowd subconsciously took a step back, and then, in the elevator that had been smashed to pieces, they didn't see the familiar figure of the clown, one of Gotham's nightmares.

Just a lonely half-drunk iced coffee.

The paper coffee cup had a picture of a stupid donkey tied around its head with a satin bow from a gift box.

Below it was written a string of letters.

Surprise.