The correct way to attack the villain

Before graduating from Abyss Academy, Song Mo had seen such a photo.A tall and handsome black police officer in uniform with a gun, saluting to the camera, in--

In the mudface room.

He didn't check who that person was, every villain in the Abyss Academy had such a past, and he wasn't interested in it.But this doesn't mean that after so many things happened, he saw the mud face again, and he can still be as calm as before.

Ethan Bennett.

He has a pretty good figure, and his appearance is probably one of the most outstanding among black people.

He's still a good friend of Bruce Wayne's.

"The boss should be back soon, you can sit in the hall and wait for a while, or take a walk in the garden outside."

Ethan sat down on the sofa in the hall, looked at the young man in regular clothes in front of him, looked at his face several times when the other party bent down to pour him tea, and finally confirmed that the other party was indeed the man he had been in Lex The man that the underground industry met.

Due to the most basic qualities of an agent, even if he has been out of business for ten years, he still maintains the vigilance of an agent in his nerves.

"Are you Bruce's friend?" The black detective smiled friendly, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen you before."

Song Mo put the brewed tea in front of him: "I am the new housekeeper."

Ethan was a little surprised: "Where's Alfred?"

"Mr. Alfred is on a business trip." Song Mo glanced at the agent one last time, then turned and walked up the stairs with a smile, "I still have something to do, so I won't entertain you."

Until the youth disappeared at the corner of the second floor, Ethan was still frowning.Those who can appear in Lex's underground industry are not simple characters. The last time they met was the level of Killer Moth, even though Killer Moth was a transvestite sissy who sprinkled fairy powder every day in their eyes , but in the eyes of normal people in Gotham, he has been the mastermind of several crimes.

He didn't know what this person's true identity was, and the point wasn't whether he knew it, but whether Bruce knew it.

The black detective was full of melancholy, and didn't notice until someone walked in through the gate, until Bruce called him, "Ethan."

Bennett came back to his senses, and stood up from the chair with his hands clasped: "Bruce."

"Actually, thinking about what happened to Mudface is quite pitiful, Captain."

In the study room on the second floor, Song Mo was arranging the Batman suit on the table while paying attention to the movement downstairs. After hearing Bangya's voice in his head, he whispered: "I thought you had done it for a short time. It’s not a decision that Nei will ever talk to me.”

Bunya: "...although I really want to condemn your actions at that time."

"Yeah, if I didn't do that at that time and chose to wait for you to finish the scene of 'No, Captain, I want to live and die with you', we would all be split in half by Yanhua."

Bangya: "..."

Song Mo touched the crack on the edge of the cloak of the bat suit, and while measuring the length of the crack with his finger, said casually: "Besides, how can he be so pitiful."

"How many people were captured by my adoptive father back then? Those who were killed by him might fill the entire Arkham Prison. He can live until now, and depending on the situation, his life will soon return to normal. It is not so pitiful as it is enough. Lucky."

Bangya always felt that there was something wrong with this statement, but it also seemed to make sense.

Song Mo: "And with me in front of you, you still feel sorry for others?"

Bangya: "...Do you have to use such a very proud tone to describe this matter?"

The young man didn't answer, he put the bat suit on the table and planned to go to the workshop to find some tools to do something within his ability for the poor single richest man in Gotham.

When passing through the corridor, the conversation between the two downstairs seemed to have just come to an end. The black detective took a sip from the teacup in front of him, and then coughed violently.

Ethan could have sworn on his probably swollen tongue by now.

This tea is too hot!

The young man upstairs couldn't help laughing, the voice was so low that the coughing detective didn't hear it, but the owner of the manor next to the detective noticed it and looked up at him.

As the instigator, the young man was completely unaware of being caught, and even smiled and squinted at the owner of the manor, and then.

He stretched out his hand and compared his heart.

Bruce Wayne: "..."

After a ten-year absence, the conversation between the two friends finally ended with a call from Commissioner Gordon. The black detective who was reinstated in the Gotham Police Department stood up directly from his seat and refused Bruce's offer to give him a ride. After the invitation, excitedly got into his old police car and left Wayne Manor.

"It seems like he really enjoys that job, as a Gotham police officer with a sense of justice and a passion for fighting criminals."

Song Mo leaned against the window of the study on the second floor, watched the police car disappear around the corner of the manor, and said with an upturned corner of his mouth, "I don't know if he will point a gun at you like Sergeant Gordon when we meet again next time." Me." By the way, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of shooting, "Put down the weapon, raise your hands, and squat down with your head in your arms, you have no other choice."

After finishing speaking, the young man laughed and collapsed on the chair that was one size too big for him, as if this was a ridiculous thing for him.

So when Bruce opened the door of the study and walked in, what he saw was a young man wearing only a white shirt and a pair of black denim shorts that did not reach a third of his thigh, sitting on his chair, leaning against the chair Armrests, knees hanging on the armrests of a chair, laughing and wiping physiological tears from the corners of the eyes with fingers.And in his raised other hand he was still holding it - if he read it correctly.

A needle that Alfred made from the leftover scraps after polishing the batarang?

Then he quickly figured out what the needle was for, after his temporary butler spread his bat cape as if to take credit.

The gap on the top was neatly stitched up, and there is no trace of stitching. The thread on the needle is also a filament made of some kind of metal. An absolute compound talent, probably has been stitched countless times before. A hundred times his tattered and strangely colored clown costume.

"If you're interested, I don't mind taking this as a side job. You don't even need to pay me a salary, I mean." The young man showed his white teeth and easily bit off the metal thread at the end of the needle. Don’t you think it seems wasteful to pile up dust in the corner of the workshop every time the cloak is torn?”

He also probably knew what the metal filaments of the same color as his cloak were fused with.

"There will be recycling, and now is not the time to talk about that."

After Bruce finished speaking, he loosened the tie around his neck. Song Mo shrank back on the chair, looking as if he was ready to talk about serious matters at any time.

The man pushed away the closed laptop on the desk and turned the screen to the young man. He propped his arms on the edge of the desk. The position was just behind the light, and a black shadow came up.

I have to say that a tall person with broad shoulders and long hands can indeed make people feel enough oppression when doing this action.

"Three hours ago, the protection system of Wayne Manor detected that someone buried electronic explosives on the suspension bridge leading to the Ring Road. The dose is so small that it is not fatal, but it has a strong hypnotic and paralyzing effect."

"Six such traps were also found near your rental house, all of which were set up near the alley you often walk, with remote control devices, and the command center is far away on the west bank."

"This is the eyeliner and operation base of Destiny that Alfred found on the west bank. It is full of your personal information and photos taken secretly by stalking."

The man clearly explained his findings item by item above Song Mo's head, many of which even Song Mo himself did not know.Bangya can't play one percent of Hyperion's ability on Earth, and it's really easy for them to block Bangya's search network.

Song Mo looked at the other person's posture of "If it wasn't for me, you would have been arrested eight hundred times", his blue eyes narrowed, he looked up at the man for a moment, and then, a small dimple appeared under the corner of his mouth .

"What do you want to know?"

"What the hell is Otto trying to do?"

"Isn't the answer obvious?" The young man said casually, "He wants to destroy the earth."

Obviously Bruce was not satisfied with this answer: "Get to the point."

Song Mo stretched his waist, pondered for a while: "Otto's purpose."

Probably because of the topic of discussion, the surrounding atmosphere became serious, and even the corners of the young man's mouth became straighter a little bit.Bruce didn't urge him, just waited for the other party to think for about half a minute.

Song Mo: "Boss, the store around the sewers in Xihe has recently released a body-sized pillow for Batman, but the reservations are almost until next year."

Bruce: "???"

Song Mo stretched out his hand and gently tapped his clean and beautiful nails, his attitude was so obvious that he almost said "I want that".

Good gentleman upbringing makes the tall, mature and stable man, who is 35 years old, restrain his urge to roll his eyes at this moment. He tapped his fingers on the table, and his voice was unprecedentedly low: "This is the last time."

Song Mo's eyes bent into crescents: "I promise."

So, Ms. Jin Funi, who was sitting in the restaurant during lunch break and eating staff meals, received a call from her boss's boss.

Jinfu Ni: "Boss!"

Chairman: "Order me the latest Batman body pillow from the store around Xihe Sewer."

Gifni: "Clam?"

Chairman: "Now."

Jin Funi: "Okay, boss!"

After hanging up the phone.

Jin Funi: "?????"

"Otto's purpose of invading Earth is to turn Earth into his Honkai source regeneration planet."

The contented young man lay limply on the desk, and in front of him was his boss's hand proportional to his height, which was propped on the edge of the desk. Judging from the degree of force, Song Mo felt that if he made any weird comments again, this person might Throw him out of the study on the spot.

"There is a record in the history of Destiny. In the year when the source of Houkai was developed, it was predicted that the Houkai energy of the second galaxy would be exhausted in the 21st century. After that, Otto has been looking for the secondary regeneration of this energy. Finally, in the [-]th century, he discovered that this kind of energy can reside in the human brain, and the energy will grow with time. You should know how strong the mental erosion of Houkai is once you have experienced it.”

After Song Mo finished speaking, he couldn't help but add: "However, you woke up too fast. If I hadn't seen you at that time, I would have thought that you had some anti-Honkai antibodies in your body. ".

The man didn't reply, the young man smacked his mouth bored, and continued.

"Otto has been planning to use the earth as the source of his hoonkai since then. He called this plan the grazing plan. But there seems to be some kind of substance on the earth that is incompatible with the hoonkai, so before the plan started, he It is necessary to conquer the earth first and improve the environment of the earth, which is the whole purpose of his invasion of the earth."

"As for the detailed information, because the Honkai energy will only have the ability to spread after the human brain is successfully lodged, so he will first drive the core will of the Honkai source into someone's brain, and then put him on the earth. After the earth's environment is completely improved, the core will in that person's brain will also be scattered. Judging from the speed of Honkai's spread and the average physical fitness of ordinary people, it is not surprising that most people on the entire earth will be infected within three days. "

Song Mo clapped his hands: "How about the real-life Resident Evil, is it exciting?"

Bruce looked at the young man who was occupying his seat majestically and had no intention of standing up after finishing his speech.

"So they were defeated ten years ago and couldn't recover you in time, so you were thrown on the earth?"

Song Mo almost wanted to applaud his boss: "Judging from this ability to combine context, your reading comprehension of elementary school Chinese must be full marks every time, boss."

He took out the translucent crystal from his pocket, and there was still a very small amount of black fluid energy remaining in it.

"This is the only Houkai ability I have left. Anyway, I don't know how to deal with it, but maybe you, as a genius, can research it?"

After finishing speaking, he yawned: "I still regret my life. In this regard, we are facing the same enemy."

His voice was getting weaker and weaker, and in the end he even became sleepy.The man was still standing in front of the desk, and Song Mo clearly felt the other party's intention to chase him away. He rubbed the corners of his reddened eyes: "Are you going to work here?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

"Aren't you going to your secret base?"

"The main equipment there is still under maintenance."

Song Mo let out an "oh" and muttered in a low voice, "Is it because too many fighter planes were blown up yesterday?"

Looking at the young man who was about to fall asleep, Bruce politely organized the words to drive him away, however.

"I'm a wounded person now, and I'm not suitable for moving." As if seeing through his thoughts, Song Mo squinted his eyes halfway, leaned on the armrest of the chair, and said sleepily and innocently before he could speak, "Maybe you can move me Take it to the room? Otherwise, I’ll just lie here and rest for a while, although the chair is a bit hard.”

When it was over, he pointed to the other side of the study: "Look, there is a desk over there."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

As the richest man in Gotham, a well-known philanthropist, the chairman of the Wayne Group, and a superhero who helped justice under the night of Gotham, he began to realize it at this moment.

The showdown between the two sides was in some ways for him.

Perhaps an unprecedented disaster.