The correct way to attack the villain

"Focus on Gotham. After ten years, the alien organization Destiny, which once invaded the countries of the earth, appeared in Gotham again. What is their purpose? Are they ready to launch a second war of aggression? ?"

"The alien force that appeared on the outskirts of Gotham last night has been repulsed by Batman. According to the live footage captured by our reporter, the notorious mutants in New York and the founder of the Brotherhood were also involved in this incident. Man, one of the principals of Abyss College, Eric Lanshere, so we can take this as a news story about criminals above the law chasing another group of alien criminals—”

"Although as a host I don't have the right to express a subjective position, but, who cares, come on, why blame Batman? Gotham would be over without him."

"West bank representatives stormed out of today's talk on the West Bank conflict, claiming that the presence of U.S. troops in the region for the purpose of expelling aliens is an act of fascist aggression, and vowing that if we go any further, we will use all force to remove the U.S. from America. Remove from the continent."

"Mr. President, do you have any specific views on the reappearance of the destiny aliens? We know that many years ago, due to the defeat of the United Nations, the intergovernmental agencies and the destiny diplomats reached an agreement to stop their actions, although this time they There is no greater international impact to appear, but is his return a breach of agreement?"

In the early morning, Wayne Manor was so quiet that only the sound of news reports in the guest room could be heard.Song Mo was lying on the sofa with bandages all over his face and body, staring at the TV in boredom and kept pressing to change channels.

The news that the alien organization Mandate of Heaven reappeared in Gotham after a night of continuous fermentation has become a dark cloud hanging over Gotham. Everyone is panicking about the arrival of the second war of aggression, and all of this—

Come on, what does it have to do with him?

He just wants to watch the gays and mortals who only broadcast one episode every morning on the pay station, isn't this much more interesting than those boring documentary-style news about the dire life of the American people?And now even that was washed out by the President's urgent impromptu live broadcast.

The young man dropped the remote control in boredom, and looked up at the white ceiling.The mobile phone on the table rang at this moment, and he lay lazily on the sofa for a while, before reaching out to pick it up after the phone rang for almost a minute.

A condolence call from as far away as the West Bank.

"I hope the call at this time didn't disturb your rest." The old butler's voice was as gentle and gentlemanly as ever, "I heard that a big event happened in Gotham yesterday. I don't think you have any accidents because of this?"

Song Mo stretched his waist, and said directly: "Of course there was nothing unexpected, old man, and he almost died on the spot. I have to thank the boss for this, or I should also thank you."

"After all, relying on one person alone, even if Batman has three heads and six arms, he should not be able to build so many high-tech fighters."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds, and then the old butler's laughter came faintly.

"If I'm not mistaken, today is only your second day at Wayne Manor?"

The temporary butler corrected: "To be exact, it's the second and a half day, Mr. Alfred."

"I thought the young master could at least keep this secret for a few more days."

"It doesn't make any difference, at least to me. You can't expect a clown to kill someone just because of money, even if that person is his deadly enemy." After finishing speaking, Song Mo curled his lips, "If it's true Well, I wouldn't be the poorest of all the villains in Gotham."

The old butler smiled: "I don't think you are the poorest of all the villains in Gotham."

Song Mo was a little surprised: "There are others?"

The old housekeeper: "For example, your adoptive father?"

Song Mo: "..."

He always felt that this topic was inexplicably familiar, as if someone had mentioned it to him before.

Faced with the topic of banknotes at this moment, the seriously injured young man finally began to feel his body's weakness, and wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible: "I think you should have other things to ask besides understanding my situation. ?”

"It's very important to confirm your safety." After the conscientious old butler finished speaking, he added, "Of course, there are some other things I want to ask you."

Song Mo: "For example, how seriously was Batman injured yesterday?"

The old butler said helplessly: "You know, as long as I didn't see it with my own eyes, when I asked about it, the young master's answer would always be, I'm fine, I'm fine, I didn't suffer any injuries, so don't worry."

Song Mo began to understand why the old butler hired him to be the temporary butler of Wayne Manor even though he knew he was a clown.

Putting aside his standpoint, Song Mo really liked this old butler who was a gentleman who was open-minded and refreshing, so he turned over and held his chin to recall that he was lying on the window sill in the morning, looking at Bruce who rarely got up early to go to work. Wayne thought carefully: "It shouldn't be particularly serious, the weapon of Destiny mainly relies on the erosive effect of the Honkai source on the human body as an attack method, but it seems that it doesn't have much effect on Batman? "

Unexpectedly, yesterday's man's eyes hidden under the mask flashed before his eyes, fierce, angry, irritable and bloodthirsty.

The young man felt as if his tailbone was stung by something, and even his pores became excited.

He shook his calf, restraining his emotions from showing in his voice: "You don't have to worry, I will hang up on you if there are other things to do later as long as the situation permits."

The old butler: "Then I will trouble you."

The butler: "You are polite, it's your duty."

After finishing speaking, Song Mo hung up the phone, stretched out his hands and rubbed his lower back as if wanting to press down the sudden feeling just now, and then looked at the main interface of the phone.

He found that his mobile phone seemed to have received condolence calls from many people while he was asleep, including his neighbors Peter Parker, Jean Gray, Scott Summers, Little Blue Devil Kurt, Professor Charles, and even his former boss, Miss Laura.

The young man snorted and said proudly, "Look, Bangya, when I'm not wearing that performance costume, my popularity is simply amazing."

No one answered him, only the television in the room was still broadcasting the news of the sudden appearance of those alien forces overnight and their sudden withdrawal within a few hours.

"The media is always keen to worry about things that are obviously not on their level."

The young man lying on the sofa rolled his eyes, and while pressing the keypad on his mobile phone, he sent a message of safety to those who asked him: "If Otto really wants to start a second war, when the time comes, who will fight?" It won't be them. They don't have to do anything, as long as they stay in a safe place and wait for a good news or a bad news, there will always be a lot of superheroes rushing to die for them anyway."

After finishing speaking, I waited for a while.

No one answered.

Song Mo couldn't help touching his cool nose, and then sat up suddenly from the sofa.

The young man who came back from a serious injury last night tidied up his wounds and fell asleep until now finally remembered that after he lost his core brain to a nocturnal creature yesterday, his Bangya still seems to be missing. thing.

This made him feel a little guilty, so he had to look through the address book to find the phone number with the note "cute night traveler".

Today was a rare day for Bruce Wayne to arrive at the company on time.

"Or there will always be a day in a year when you can see your boss appear in the company on time." As the newly appointed company president, Fox Lucius wiped his glasses calmly, "And on that day either Either the Blues Group is going out of business or I'm hallucinating."

The new president, who is old and forced to inherit the position with an annual salary of over one million, sits opposite the chairman in a fine suit and looks at the plan report on the table: "Are you going to triple the budget for this year's technology application department?"

"This is not a trivial matter, boss." Lucius pulled down his reading glasses, "I think I can at least know where these budgets go in detail?"

Bruce straightened his suit sleeves calmly: "You should have seen the morning news, we need to start preparing something, Fox."

Fox: "Specifically?"

Bruce: "Some technology stuff."

Fox: "Oh, that's really detailed enough."

Bruce tapped his index finger on the table, thought for a while, then picked up a pen and added an item next to it: "Also increase the budget for charity. When I passed the Port Orphanage this morning, I found that the equipment there was seriously aging. Finance -"

At this moment, the door of the office was suddenly pushed open, and Jin Funi's face was exposed through the crack of the door: "Uh, boss, I have your call..."

Chairman: "I have something to do now, please help me back first."

Jin Funi: "Well, it's Song Mo calling..."

There was a moment of silence in the office, and the chairman looked at the president of the company.

Fox: "What do you see me doing?"

Bruce: "...I'm going to answer the phone."

After the chairman finished speaking, he stood up, took the mobile phone from Jin Funi's hand, and pressed the connection button. Before leaving the office, he said to Fox: "You can talk to the finance department, and there is no need to hold a board meeting. Those people will not agree. This."

"Of course, it's useless if they don't agree."

There is no doubt that Bruce Wayne, who holds more than [-]% of the holdings of the Wayne Group, has the final say no matter whether he is the president or the chairman.

Fox watched the ruthless figure of the chairman disappear around the corner when facing other directors, and paused: "Who is Song Mo?"

Jin Funi: "...the boss' special executive assistant."

Fox: "Oh, there must be something important."

Ginfunni: "Big, probably."

Out of the stairwell at the first corner of the office, Bruce stopped by the open window, frowning: "What's wrong?"

The young man's voice was clear and bright, with a hint of discussion: "Boss, did you receive anything yesterday?"

Bruce: "What?"

Song Mo: "For example, a silver watch. It came out shortly after I sent you out of the circle of fire yesterday. It should still be attached to your clothes if there is no accident."

After the young man finished speaking, he confessed: "That's my brain, you've seen it before."

Bruce's voice was low: "You were the one who planned the whole scarecrow attack on Gotham in order to get it back?"

Song Mo: "...Touching my own conscience, it has nothing to do with me that the scarecrow did it himself."

Bruce recalled what happened last night. However, due to the long-term coma, many things remained in his mind. The clearest one was a second-generation clown standing in the fire and asking him if he still remembered who he was. That's all, as for the strap—

Bruce pressed his eyebrows: "I can't remember, you can go to my bat suit and look for it."

There was a moment of excitement in the young man's voice: "Would you like to find it in one of your Batman secret bases in Gotham?"

Bruce: "My batsuit is in the study closet."

Song Mo: "Oh."

Song Mo: "I have to say, after you exposed your identity, you have become more and more unscrupulous boss, and this will not work."

The chairman hung up the phone blankly.

Which one is more unscrupulous after the identity is exposed? The answer is very clear.

He glanced down at his watch, there were only seven hours left until he got off work.After hanging up the phone and explaining the rest to Fox, the conscientious chairman felt that it was time to leave work early.After all, besides the Wayne Group, he has more important things to solve.

The matter of Otto Apocalypse is still a mess here, and there has been no new progress with Alfred, as well as the weird energy they used called "Honkai".

The technology of Destiny is indeed several levels beyond the earth, and it is probably at the top even if you look at the whole universe, and a large part of the credit is due to the energy they use.If he didn't find a way to deal with this energy, they would be at an extremely passive disadvantage when the Mandate of Heaven attacked next time.

The root of all problems finally returned to Song Mo again.

The low-key black car backed out of Wayne Group's underground garage, and when it stopped at the first red light, the phone rang again.

Bruce glanced at the caller ID, then looked surprised.

I didn't even care about connecting to Bluetooth, and just pressed the connect button.

"Ethan?"

The old friend on the phone said hoarsely, "It's me, Bruce."

"I want to meet you, I'm in Wayne Manor now."

Ethan Bennett, one of the few close friends of Bruce Wayne in Gotham, and the only black detective at the top of the Gotham Police Department, disappeared in the alleys of Gotham ten years ago, and there is no news so far.

When the doorbell of Wayne Manor rang, Song Mo was sitting in the lobby playing with his watch.

"Hello, Wayne Manor."

He pressed the switch of the video surveillance at the gate of the manor before taking his eyes off the watch strap.After seeing the face of the black detective on the screen.

Song Mo froze in place.

Then, the corners of his mouth curled up.

"May I ask your name?"

"Ethan Bennett."

After the black detective finished speaking, he glanced at the young man several times, and then frowned as if suddenly remembering: "Is it you?"

Song Mo laughed.

"You know me?"

Ethan: "...I don't know, sorry, maybe I made a mistake."

He looked at the young man on the screen, his good-looking face still maintained his polite smile, but Ethan instinctively felt that the smile was very weird.