The correct way to attack the villain

Gotham Police Department.

"Ethan, here is the scarecrow's transcript you asked for."

Yin, the only female police officer of Chinese descent in the Gotham Police Department, pushed open the door of the office. The dim environment inside made her discern for a while before finding Ethan's location.There was no light in the room, only the small light on Agent Ethan's desk was on.

She put the documents in her hand on Ethan's desk, and looked at the black detective with a tired face flipping through the criminal files.

"Your face tells me you need to rest now, Ethan."

Ethan reached out to take the transcript, as if he didn't hear Yin's words, he just said politely: "Thank you."

Yin sighed: "It's been two days. I haven't seen you leave the police station since the scarecrow was captured. Arkham asked me several times why you kept the scarecrow in the police station. No Send them there. I can hold them back for you, but Ethan, what are you hiding from me."

Ethan paused, raised his head and smiled, "I have nothing to hide from you, Yin."

Yin looked at Ethan's expression, the office was very quiet, after a few seconds she sighed, she looked away and saw the transparent ashtray beside Ethan's desk.

"Before I temporarily transferred my assistant to you, I specifically told him that you are a teetotaler and hate the smell of cigarettes, so let him try to smoke as little as possible in front of you, but now it seems—"

She reached out to pick up the ashtray that was already full of cigarette butts, and dumped the ash inside into the trash can: "I haven't seen you in ten years, you have changed a lot, Ethan."

Ethan didn't look up, and his tone was still smiling: "But you haven't changed at all, you are still as beautiful as before."

"You don't need to say these kind words to block me." Yin rubbed her brows, this Chinese female police officer who has always been full of momentum showed a helpless and tired expression when facing friends who were already strangers, "There are some things you don't want to say I won't force you, but I want you to remember one thing, Ethan."

"We used to be the best partners."

The black detective, who was lowering his head and copying the file information, stopped completely.

Yin left the office, accompanied by the sound of closing the door, some unavoidable sounds that existed in the memory just penetrated into the brain.

[We are the best partners! ]

[Didn't you say you have more than ten years of flying experience!What the hell are you driving! ]

[The passcode is, Mudface's fist! ]

After regaining consciousness, Ethan found that the transcript had been crushed into a ball of waste paper by him.

At this moment, the spirit finally reached the brink of collapse. The black detective clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the desk.

A loud bang.

The whole table was smashed in two.

The police patrolling outside came to inquire about it, and when they saw the scene in the office, Ethan explained indifferently: "It's nothing, but the table is not very strong, and I will buy a new one when the time comes. "

After the patrolling guards left the office with blank faces, Ethan sat back on his chair and sighed.

He picked up the crumpled scarecrow note, which unsurprisingly contained a bunch of "you're just lingering" and "sooner or later this Gotham will be taken over by us" and other garbage remarks.

Ethan certainly knows how little these criminals think of the Gotham police.

He lit a cigarette irritably, and stretched out his hand to open the window.

Outside is the night scene of Gotham's prosperity.

Today is the third day since the Destiny Organization invaded Gotham. The news of alien invasion continues to ferment, and it has developed into a global problem in a short period of time.Although there was no follow-up to this short-lived invasion, no one took it lightly.No one knows what this group of aliens are going to do. The media reported the action of Mandate of Heaven as a test of the earth. All those who experienced the war ten years ago began to fear the coming of the second space war. .

Under the shadow of such invisible social panic——

The heavy metal music from the nightclub outside Santiao Street is so loud that it can be heard clearly here.

A passer-by passed by downstairs, looked at the citizens who could dance to the rhythm of the flashing neon lights on the street, and said with a sneer: "The nerves of this group of people may be thicker than the steel bars of the foundation of the Life Building. "

"Otherwise, what will happen, this is Gotham."

[Why can't this be done, this is Gotham. ]

[do you understand what I mean. ]

[This is Gotham. ]

really-

enough!

Ethan fiercely squeezed the lit cigarette in two.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, but since his life was back on track, for the past three days, no matter what he did, he had the eredar's voice in his head, and even dreamed of the clown with heavy makeup laughing Then tell him.

"I want to break up with you."

"From today on I refuse to recognize you as my friend."

Ethan knew what these hallucinations came from, probably because of the guilt in his heart.

He was the one who caused the eredar's whereabouts to this day.

On the first day he was reinstated from the Gotham Police Department, Ethan received assignments from other provinces. He was even waiting at the airport, but after hearing the news of the Scarecrow's arrest, he immediately rushed back to the police station.

However, when he rushed to the holding room, all he saw were the Scarecrow and a few of his insignificant men.

There were no eredar in it.

Ethan had to make the worst guess that the eredar might have been taken away by the aliens in that one of his hot-headed actions.

And if things weren't that bad, there was no way he could meet the eredar.

He wasn't even sure that the eredar were safe.

This made Ethan very conflicted.

On the one hand, as a Gotham police officer, the living environment, education, three views, and work attitude of the previous 22 years made him feel that he should not worry about a criminal who can bring huge economic losses to Gotham City by just moving his fingers. ,But on the other hand.

He had been with the eredar for almost ten years.

And before that, he almost killed him by mistake because of someone else's mistake.

Ethan watched the night outside the window and fell into a long silence.

The door of the office was hurriedly pushed open by the assistant: "Officer Ethan, just received a report that someone has invaded Gotham's prosecutor's office!"

The complex expression on the black detective's face disappeared.

"Notify Officer Yin, and the police will be dispatched immediately."

Seven o'clock sharp New York time.

Wayne Manor.

"Mr. Alfred, what's the matter?"

The temporary butler in normal clothes was on the open-air lawn on the second floor, putting away the sheets that had been dried during the day, while holding the phone, the old butler on the other end of the phone said with a smile.

"I'm going back to Gotham tomorrow, Mr. Little."

Song Mo was stunned for a moment, and then he groaned: "So I can finally finish the work at hand and resume my normal daily routine?"

Alfred: "The work content of the temporary housekeeper shouldn't take up your personal time, right?"

Song Mo raised his eyebrows and said, "You know, I mean night operations."

Alfred paused for a moment, then said helplessly: "You are really a special person, or rather, a special criminal."

Song Mo patted the quilt in his hand: "You are also a special housekeeper. If you dare to recruit a criminal into a billionaire's house, I may not find another one in Gotham."

The old butler couldn't help but smiled, and then asked the usual question: "What are you doing now, young master?"

Song Mo glanced at the lady's car parked downstairs, and curled his lips.

"He's having dinner with Miss Selina Kyle, Mr. Alfred."

The old housekeeper was a little surprised.

"This is not a trivial matter. Wayne Manor has not had a lady patronize for several years."

The dining table in Wayne Manor was scary. When the temporary housekeeper received news that there was a visitor to the manor, he spread a layer of white tablecloth on it. After learning that the visitor was Selena Kyle, he thoughtfully said Twelve candles on the table were lit.

"You really like this type of painting."

It seemed that she had just returned from a certain dinner party, and Selena was wearing a low-cut red evening dress. She was holding a goblet to admire the painting of four hunting dogs chasing a fox hanging in front of the restaurant.

Bruce glanced at the painting, with the gentlemanly smile he always had when facing a lady: "That's my father's."

Selena immediately half-covered her mouth and said apologetically, "Sorry, I don't know."

Bruce smiled and said, "It's okay." He pushed the cake tray on his left towards Selina, "Would you like some dessert?"

Selena waved her hand, then stood up from the seat: "Sorry, excuse me for a while."

Bruce reminded gentlemanly: "The ladies' toilet is on the right hand side at the end of the corridor."

Selena's gorgeous face raised a smile, and her fingers lightly slid over Bruce's shoulder: "You are really a caring rich man."

After finishing speaking, we left the restaurant.The corridor of Wayne Manor was long and silent, with the sound of high heels stepping on the ground echoing everywhere. The hot and charming lady stopped at the intersection of the corridor, and without hesitation, she chose to turn left.

It was a row of exhibition galleries displaying the collections of the Wayne family for generations.

The lady glanced at the ancient Greek statues in the glass cabinet, the vases of the Ming Dynasty and the precious oil paintings of the sixteenth century, and finally she was disappointed to find that perhaps only Batman in Gotham had the same taste as hers.

Bruce's pavilion had everything, however.

no cats.

There is also no information about the pair of blue opals.

She had turned over the old Wayne clock tower in the past two days, but she didn't see the opal she wanted on it.In the character of Batman, if the opal was not returned to its original place, it must have been returned to its owner.

Selena was carefully identifying the exhibits, and when she stopped in front of a life-sized statue of an ancient soldier, a voice suddenly came from there.

"What are you looking for, Miss Kyle?"

Selina was taken aback, and she immediately looked towards the source of the sound, just in time to see the young man coming out of the shadow beside the statue.

The young man was dressed in regular clothes, with short brown hair that was slightly curly but very docile, and the thickness and shade were so delicate that it seemed that there were a pair of azure blue eyes under the measured eyebrows.

Selena couldn't help but let out a sound of admiration.

It was a more crystal clear and beautiful color than the pair of blue opals she had set her eyes on.

The young man looked very harmless in terms of appearance, expression and temperament, which minimized the embarrassment of Selena being smashed.She smiled a little embarrassedly: "Wayne Manor is too big, I didn't find out where the ladies' bathroom is."

The young man stretched out his hand and pointed to the other side of the corridor: "Go straight here, and the end will be there."

Selena said gratefully: "Thank you."

After she finished speaking, she didn't intend to leave, but stood where she was and asked again: "Excuse me?"

The young man smiled and said, "I am the steward of Wayne Manor."

Selena was a little surprised: "I remember that the housekeeper of Wayne Manor is not as young as you?"

The young man still maintained a decent smile: "Mr. Alfred is away on vacation, and I am temporary."

"That's it..." Miss Kyle rolled her blue eyes in their sockets, and then showed a distressed expression, "Can I trouble you with something?"

The young man said: "My honor."

Selina Kyle then slightly tiptoed and leaned closer to the young man's ear: "It's a bit embarrassing to say that, but I just found out that my menstrual period is coming, do you have extra feminine hygiene products in your manor? "

In fact, there are.

Song Mo said something silently in his heart.

Mr. Alfred is always very considerate in everything he does. Rather, he will always be more considerate when it comes to the women in the manor and sexual products.

The expression on the face of the temporary housekeeper became embarrassed: "You know, there is no mistress in our manor, so—"

Selena was considerate and said: "This is something that can't be helped." After she finished speaking, she whispered in this current posture, "So can I trouble you to go out and buy some for me?"

The young man immediately nodded and said, "Yes, ma'am."

Selena had a relieved expression: "That's up to you."

The young man responded, but then he staggered and stood there without moving.When Selena finally couldn't help asking, the temporary butler with a green face took out a clean white square handkerchief from behind and stuffed it into Miss Kyle's hand. Red: "Before that, you can replace it with this one. The one I just accepted is, yes, it is clean."

After speaking, he turned around and walked out of the corridor.

Selena was holding the white square scarf that exuded the aroma of soap locust in her hand. She stood there for a while, and then her bright red lips hooked up: "You really are a cute stunned young man."

Bangya: "..."

Bruce Wayne, who was closely monitoring Miss Kyle's movements through surveillance: "..."

At this moment their thoughts are probably the same.

If Song Mo finally doesn't plan to take over the mess of his adoptive father as a clown wreaking havoc everywhere one day.

Then he must be very hopeful to enter Hollywood, and there is no problem even winning an Oscar.

Selena Kyle, a well-known female philanthropist in Gotham, is well-known in the circle because of her charming face, and has deep or shallow friendships with many philanthropists and rich people, but probably not many people know about her The true identity behind the scenes.

Catwoman.

The common nightmare of all Gotham rich who have valuable cat-related collections.

"So why did he come to Bruce? He also deliberately sent me away."

Song Mo was sitting in a taxi that he managed to stop. Wayne Manor was far away from the urban area. As the only highway leading to the metropolis, it was impossible to set up any supermarkets on the side of the road. The speed limit of the highway was still low, so It takes about [-] minutes to go to and from the nearest supermarket to the manor even by car.

Bangya replied: "Probably because of the two opals."

Song Mo rubbed his chin: "It seems that the scarecrow also wanted to get these two stones before?"

Because of Scarecrow's long-term cooperative relationship with Destiny, as long as his name appears in the conversation, it is full of various motives related to Destiny.

"You mean?"

Youth Tan Shou: "If the scarecrow really wanted to grab some money after activating the three Heavenly Father mechs, why didn't he choose to rob the bank instead of these two opals worth just over two million dollars? "

Bangya: "...Captain, when did the description of $200 million in your eyes become a mere $200 million?"

Song Mo: "End this conversation immediately, Bangya, there is nothing more to say between us."

Bangya: "..."

The taxi stopped near the nearest small supermarket. After getting off the car, the first thing Song Mo saw was the tall building next to the supermarket with the signboard of "Gotham Prosecutor's Office".

The building was surrounded by the Gotham police at the moment, and Officer Yin commanded the police officers to escort the criminals who were ambushed inside.

Song Mo walked into the supermarket while observing the movements of the policemen outside the glass window.

"A gang of criminals attacked here 10 minutes ago, Captain."

"This is normal in Gotham." Song Mo replied casually, then looked at the shopping guide: "Where is the women's products section?"

The shopping guide pointed Song Mo in the direction with a teasing face. Song Mo randomly selected a bag from the dazzling packaging. When he was about to turn around and go to the cashier, he suddenly saw a bag on the other side of the supermarket outside the glass. On the side of the leather shoes, there is a work card that seems to have fallen off during the struggle.

It was opposite the procuratorate, facing a dark alley with no street lights.

Song Mo is not an enthusiastic nosy person.

but.

His slender fingers picked up the work pass, on which he saw a familiar face from a certain police detective.

From the perspective of black people, their looks should be particularly outstanding.

The sound of fighting could be faintly heard in the dark alley, and the corners of the young man's mouth curled up under the street lamp.

Ethan Bennett, who stood up resolutely in the darkest period of Gotham, was the only Gotham police officer who really acted for justice when Director Gordon and Yin were not transferred to the Gotham Police Department.Also, like Harvey Dent, this style has made them many enemies.

Harvey married early, so his wife and children became the targets of those people, and Ethan, as a bachelor, himself became the target of retaliation by the gangsters and officials.

Ten years ago, he was almost beaten to death by that group in the stinking gutter of Gotham's alley.

"Let me tell you, Ethan Bennett, you can't interfere with the news of the port orphanage ten years ago. If you want to survive, stop your investigation as soon as possible, otherwise I don't mind beating you to death again."

At the corner at the end of the alley, there were more than a dozen men holding baseball bats. The black detective was beaten bloody, with multiple fractures, lying on the ground and barely getting up.

At this time, someone suggested: "Boss, there is a sewer there!"

"Throw him down!"

"Throw it down and teach him a lesson!"

A group of strong men hired by someone removed the manhole cover of the sewer and threw the person in, and soon they found that there was only a dry, abandoned deep pit less than two meters high, and immediately booed in disappointment.

"It's cheaper for you."

The leader snorted coldly, then seemed to think of something, stood up with a sinister smile, stretched out his hand and began to untie the belt.

In the well, Ethan, who was conscious, understood what he was going to do, and immediately struggled.

Everyone was booing, and the man laughed and pulled down his pants and boxer briefs: "Let me give you a little memory, Officer Ethan!"

After speaking, he pointed his genitals at the mouth of the well, and made a hissing sound.His dignity was almost trampled under his feet at this moment, and the black detective's forehead was bulging with blue veins.

Just when the man was about to make the next move, a sound of breaking through the air came.

Something flew past his cheek, and then nailed hard to the stone wall in front of him.

The leader's cheek was wiped with blood, and he immediately asked angrily: "Who!" Then someone beside him pulled him tremblingly.

"Boss, look at that, that cane—"

It was a falcon's cane.

No one will find it strange, they have seen this cane countless times in the news, and it often appears in——

The hands of the clown.

At this moment, sharp and exaggerated laughter came from the entrance of the alley.

Said the familiar, scalp-numbing voice.

"I found a very interesting game, do you want to play together?"

"I count to three, if your heads are still in my sight, how about I beat your brains out with this cane?"

No one would think that their head is harder than the stone wall in front of them with a falcon's walking stick.

"J—Joker!"

"It's joker!"

Fear spread in the alley in an instant, and a group of strong men with baseball bats scattered along the passages on the left and right, and disappeared in an instant.

At the entrance of the alley, a young man in regular clothes walked in step by step. He looked at the manhole cover that had been lifted, and mocked: "Do you hate your past identity so much? You are so hated that you are almost beaten to death, don't you?" Would you like to turn back into that lump of mud even once?"

Ethan's eyes widened instantly.

"Ai, Eredar?"

"is it you?"

He looked up at the mouth of the well, but instead of the eredar's face he saw—

"It's you?"

Ethan looked at Song Mo's face that was neither unfamiliar nor familiar. At this moment, the young man's face seemed to overlap with the face that was always painted with exaggerated paint, which made the black detective feel uncomfortable. An absurd guess was born.

The young man looked at the detective at the bottom of the well, and clicked his tongue in pity: "What a poor little boy."

The detective's eyes became blurred for a moment.

Eredar said the same thing when he had just turned into a mud face, was unstable in form and had no strong ability, and was crushed into pieces by a group of children and thrown into the stinky ditch.

He clicked twice and said.

——What a poor little girl.

Then carefully lifted him out of the stinking ditch.

But this time, after saying this sentence, Song Mo did not choose to rescue him again.

He waved to the man at the bottom of the well.

Then bang.

The manhole cover was replaced.

Ethan Bennett: "…"

A young man's voice came faintly from outside the manhole cover.

"Hey, People's Hospital. I found a wounded man near the Gotham Prosecutor's Office. It's all right. There's no need to worry about the injury. Just get there before he dies from excessive blood loss. But you'd better bring an extra stretcher. He's in good shape." The wide one had its dog legs broken."

Ethan Bennett: "…"