The correct way to attack the villain

"So he really doesn't plan to contact me?"

In the room of the rented house, after returning from Abyss College, he was lying on the bed, and Song Mo, who took a nap from noon to five in the evening, looked at his phone while hugging his Batman pillow with hands and feet: "The richest man in Gotham is so thin-skinned Isn't he a playboy who is in love? Even if he wants to refuse, has he thought about it for so long?"

The brown-haired young man became more and more angry, and rolled on the bed with his pillow in his arms: "Batman is always going forward, never afraid of anything, and it is impossible to choose to escape, are these words he said to lie?

Bangya, who has been quietly staying in his mind, finally couldn't help it: "These are just gimmicks made up by the merchants to sell more peripheral products."

Song Mo sat up from the bed, and without giving up, scanned the communication records on the phone and the information of the communication software from beginning to end, and then buried his face in the pillow holding his breath: "I may be falling in love, Bangya."

Bunya: "Shall I buy some fireworks to celebrate?"

Song Mo had an expression on your face that was too heartless and cruel: "Is it used to celebrate the fact that I will die in a month's time?"

Bangya: "So you still have a month to go before you die, why are you still in the mood to fall in love now?"

Song Mo: "If we don't talk about it now, when will we talk about it?"

Bangya felt that he could no longer read his captain's brain circuit.

Now he just wants to give to the captain who thought he was handsome, cool, and super-executive when he was at Abyss Academy in the morning. hand.

Bangya: "Otto will bring his Galactic army to capture you in less than a month. Last time he suffered a loss at the hands of those supermen. This time he will definitely be fully prepared. You Isn't it time to think about the follow-up work? Your alliance is established, and then?"

Song Mo clamped his pillow tightly with his legs, and said with a blushing face, "Then I can start dating."

Bangya: "Are you listening to me? And right now, shouldn't a normal person go through the kind of drama where if he might die, he should bury his feelings in his heart so as not to make the other party sad to death? "

Song Mo: "Do you think I will be that kind of person?"

Bunya: "No."

So Song Mo looked down at the phone again: "He still hasn't called me, that sentence is really right, Bangya."

Bangya: "...Which sentence?"

Song Mo: "Proud in officialdom, frustrated in love."

Bangya: "..."

Frustrated in love, Song Mo rolled around hugging the pillow for another half an hour, turned his head and glanced at the Batman alarm clock on the wall, and then reluctantly got up from the bed, dug out the brand new clown costume in the closet, blatantly Put it in the empty living room, and then walked into the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, the mobile phone on the coffee table rang twice, the young man in the bathroom paused, then rushed out wearing a towel wrapped in foam, and then smashed it in disappointment when he saw the signature on the text message Smack your lips.

Young Master: Half an hour later, the top floor of the World Expo Science and Technology Exhibition Hall.

Song Mo scratched the foam on his hair, replied casually, threw the phone on the table again, and went back to the bathroom.

It seemed like this was the moment when he finally planned to have a good talk with his irritable intellectual brain, and said while pointing at the bubble above his head, "Do you think I really expect those villains to do something?"

"The main thing we can rely on is Hydra and the Illuminati. As for the group of villains, as long as they don't jump out to make trouble at the critical moment, it will be fine, otherwise we will have to deal with Otto and a group of people who are trying to make ends meet. Who knows what else will happen.”

As long as he is not facing Song Mo whose left brain, right brain and pituitary gland have been occupied by Batman, Bangya is still happy to reply: "So your speech is just to win over the White Queen?"

"Actually, I wanted to win over Ruiwen, but it's a pity that she didn't come today." Song Mo reached out to turn off the shower, paused, and then continued, "But Teacher Emma is also good, although her status in the Illuminati and The right to speak is not as high as that of Teacher Raven, but she has her own subordinates. The mutants of the Massachusetts State Police Academy are not too bad, and they have the experience of fighting against destiny. The most important thing is that old Jack and her worked together."

He said with a smile: "The person my adoptive father picks must have her strengths."

Bangya stopped talking.

The captain of the generation of clowns who had cooperated with the White Queen found out after he was blown to death by the aliens.

They didn't know when old Jack knew Song Mo's identity.Otto was very cautious, and didn't want to startle the enemy, so he chose to cooperate with the Kirita Stars and help them open the Rosen Bridge to the earth, on the condition that they bring Song Mo back, and they had almost done it at that time. Before the aliens boarded the spaceship, Jack took Song Mo back with a group of mutants who had been tricked by him.

The price was that a week later, Old Jack was bombed to death on the top floor of the Life Building by those aliens in retaliation.

So until now he felt that although Old Jack was not a good man, he was bad to the bone, but he was a qualified father.

"Don't be sad, Bangya." Song Mo said, "If old Jack knows that his adopted son has carried forward the name of the clown to this extent, he may wake up laughing from the urn."

Bangya: "..."

No, why was he comforted in turn?

Obviously, for the second-generation clown, the death of Old Jack is not a sad thing, because Old Jack has said countless times when he was alive that he is not afraid of death.

There is only one thing he is most afraid of, and the second generation of clowns was born because of this.

There is no time to think about those things that are there or not. It takes at least 10 minutes to drive from the Roland community to the Gotham World Expo. Song Mo took a shower as fast as possible, and put his costume props on the inside of his clothes As soon as he stuffed it, he picked up his phone and went downstairs.

He parked at the edge of the flower garden outside the iron gate of the community, looking at the passing taxis, just as he reached out to take a taxi, a white supercar stopped in front of him.

With the car window rolled down, Song Mo looked at the blond young master in the driver's seat: "I thought your text message just now meant that we will meet at the World Expo in half an hour?"

Harry Osborn said casually, "By the way."

Song Mo, who had just sat on the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt, muttered in a low voice, "It's quite a smooth road. If this sports car can fly, it will only take more than ten hours to get here from Malaysia."

Harry looked at the old neighborhood outside the window: "I didn't expect you to live here."

Song Mo then looked out the window: "I've lived here for five or six years. Is it strange? A decathlon criminal with a high IQ actually lives in an old and dilapidated complex." He paused and admitted Said, "It's quite strange."

Harry withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and pressed the button in the car, and the windows on both sides slowly closed: "If Bruce Wayne treats you so badly, you can consider coming to Osborne Pharmaceuticals."

The blond young master turned his head away as he spoke, and Song Mo had to admit that as long as he had a good-looking face, even if he smiled like a ruffian, he could still be very seductive: "The same is the assistant to the chairman, and the conditions are up to you. If you think you can live If you are not satisfied, as long as it is not the Gotham Police Department, I can also build you a sea villa next to Arkham."

Song Mo smacked his lips: "The employee benefits of Osborne Pharma are so good?"

Harry: "As long as that employee makes me happy."

Song Mo glanced at Osborn, it was obvious that the young master was very happy now.

Judging from his poor understanding of Harry Osborn, there is probably only one thing that can make him so happy at present, that is, he finally regained the power of Osborne Pharmaceuticals, and then treated him as the board of directors did. A group of shareholders were severely trampled under their feet.And if that's the case--

That had something to do with Song Mo.

Song Mo didn't want to spoil other people's rare good mood, so he could only tell his brain in his mind: "I have one heart and one mind for Batman."

Bunya: "Recognize the reality, Captain, Batman will not help you build a villa by the sea in Arkham."

Song Mo: "But he can let me live in Arkham directly."

Bangya: "...can you be more promising."

The not-so-high-profile but not-so-low-key white supercar stayed at the entrance of the community for 5 minutes, attracting the attention of almost all the residents entering and leaving the community. Song Mo glanced at Harry. Just now, his face was full of joy after revenge. Knowing what he thought of, he fell into deep thought again, even the corners of his mouth pulled down.

"Actually, if you want to reconcile with Parker." Song Mo said casually, "You should know that I live with him now."

Harry stepped on the accelerator: "No need. We are not in the same way as him."

Song Mo lowered his head and tugged at the seat belt: "That's right."

Gotham World Expo No.20 was open to the public for four hours. The red carpet of class differentiation was still spread in the center of the entrance. The ordinary citizens on both sides were overcrowded, and the few visiting celebrities in the middle changed from batch to batch.With his VIP ticket, Harry Osborn directly skipped the identity verification procedure, drove in from the leftmost vehicle passage, and then stopped at the most central science and technology exhibition hall.

I don't know who wrote it, but the entire exhibition hall was surrounded by a group of bodyguards in black suits. After seeing Harry's car, they automatically gave way to a passage, and Harry drove the car all the way in. Pavilion, parked in the middle of the other two cars.

They didn't get out of the car immediately. In the sports car with excellent sound insulation, Harry Osborn said: "The one who booked the venue is Alexander Pierce of Hydra. He is now the head of Hydra's Xihai Submarine Research Institute."

"Ex-Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Song Mo asked unexpectedly, "Didn't Nick Fury kill him?"

Harry sneered: "Fake death is not only the usual method of the Red Skull."

Song Mo raised his eyebrows: "So he became the biggest obstacle for Zemo to inherit Hydra?"

"No." Harry Osborn sneered, "He's here today to declare Zemo's right to rule."

Song Mo said directly: "Then what method is he going to use to kill Zemo today?"

Harry said simply: "I don't know."

Song Mo was stunned for a moment: "Sorry, I didn't hear clearly?"

The blond young master was very confident: "I also only received the news half an hour ago."

As a planner through and through, Song Mo heard the throbbing voice in his temple: "So you plan to come to die with Xiao Zemo in half an hour?"

Harry thought clearly: "So it took me five minutes to come up with a brilliant idea."

Song Mo had a bad premonition: "What idea?"

Harry: "Just bring you here."

Song Mo looked at the blond young master with a haughty attitude, a calm expression, and a hint of sarcasm towards the former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., and showed an awkward and impolite smile: "Your way of pulling your teammates into the water is truly amazing. skilled."

Harry couldn't help laughing, and then took out a ring set with an opal from the lining of his suit: "This is a radiation detector, Zemo just announced his cooperation with Hydra yesterday, that old guy Then I made a deal with the Luthor chaebol. The Luthor chaebol just sent a batch of quantum bombs to Destiny a while ago, and I'm not a bomb disposal expert like you."

Song Mo had no choice but to accept the ring resignedly: "If they knew that the quantum bomb was just a toy we played football with in mechas when we were two or three years old, wouldn't they be pissed off?"

Harry glanced at Song Mo thoughtfully, but the young man didn't seem to mind what his words revealed at all, and got out of the car after clutching the ring in his palm.

The first floor of the exhibition was very empty and was used as a temporary parking lot. Harry followed Song Mo with his tiger-headed cane. Seeing him walking straight to the elevator entrance, he couldn't help saying: "Your clown suit Woolen cloth?"

Song Mo straightened his cuffs: "Since they didn't invite me, why should I make trouble for myself by dressing up to attract attention?"

"That's right." Harry looked at Song Mo's profile, "You look much better this way."

Song Mo was expressionless: "I look good no matter what."

Harry Osborn looked at the second-generation clown who was obviously still suffocating because of his calm behavior of dragging people into the water, held back, couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

On the second floor of the exhibition, after opening the door, the inside is completely different from the splendor and splendor of the quiet lobby on the first floor. It’s like a high society dinner party. Blessing.

No one noticed Harry and Song Mo who walked into the banquet in a low-key manner, except for the second-generation Zemo who had been paying attention to the situation at the door.

"Sorry, I have a friend coming."

Baron Ozamo politely declined Dr. Alexander's invitation to give a speech on stage, pushed aside a group of his subordinates and walked in front of the two of them, and was stunned when he saw Song Mo: "Why are you?"

Song Mo casually picked up a glass of champagne: "Good evening, Baron."

Zemo frowned, and after seeing the opal ring on the index finger of Song Mo's hand holding champagne, he gave Harry a complicated look: "Isn't that your latest invention? When will you So affectionate?"

Harry Osborn: "You asked me that question yesterday."

Zemo recalled it for a while, then looked at Song Mo, then at Osborne, and finally set his eyes on Song Mo again in disbelief: "You are—"

The baron sensibly didn't pronounce the name, Harry looked up and glanced behind him, saw Dr. Alexander looking here with a smile on his face, nodded at him, then smiled and said in a low voice: " What's the situation now?"

The topic was brought back, and Zemo didn't have time to be surprised, his expression became serious: "It's terrible. Most of the people he invited were my subordinates and people who supported me from the headquarters, not a single person from the West Sea branch. I couldn't just sit and watch them get killed, I had to come."

Zemo gritted his teeth and said, "He is so unscrupulous because he grasped this point."

Song Mo put the wine glass to his lips, and asked while drinking, "Have you found the location of the bomb?"

Zemo: "Someone has been sent to look for it, but there is no news until now."

Harry hooked the corner of his mouth: "A quantum bomb worth two million dollars, he wants to blow up the entire center of Gotham."

Song Mo glanced at Dr. Alexander, who was present on stage, and felt sorry for the citizens of Gotham for a second.

At this time, the front hall brought a freshly made dessert from the dining car, and the waiters quickly removed the cold cakes. Zemo was still there one by one using the blueprint he had conceived in his mind to rule out where the bomb might be buried. The absent-minded young man has already set his eyes on the newly served snacks.

It is very in line with the psychological needs of these bad guys. The dim sum probably came from a certain Chinese food chef. All the members of the Avengers were squeezed into lifelike buns. Song Mo even saw a plate of Batman's inside.

Zemo beside him was still talking endlessly. He couldn't help reaching out to stop a dining car, picked up a Batman bun, and opened it viciously. Thick brains like.So in this extremely tense atmosphere——

Zemo: "Are you hungry???"

Song Mo threw the two-petal Batman buns into the trash can by his feet: "It's nothing. What did you say just now?"

Zemo opened his mouth, just about to continue the topic just now, when the cell phone in his trouser pocket rang.The three of them looked at each other silently, and then took a natural step forward, blocking Zemo in the innermost place.

The second-generation baron took out his mobile phone and glanced at it, and then his expression froze on his face.

"They said—" Zemo looked up at the two of them again, "the bomb has been defused."

In a word, the atmosphere did not become relaxed, but froze.Harry looked up at the center of the banquet, and Dr. Alexander's speech, who had been talking eloquently, had indeed come to an end.

Bangya said at this time: "I have not detected any radiation energy from quantum bombs, Captain."

"Of course you won't be able to detect it in a short time."

Song Mo lowered his eyes: "Don't underestimate these scoundrels."

The 1000-two-million-dollar bomb is like a sharp sword hanging over the heads of the three people, as if it will fall at any time and stab them bloody.For them, facing this situation, the more crisis they faced, the calmer their minds would be.

Just when Song Mo's brain was spinning rapidly.

The topic was brought up by Harry first: "Actually, keeping Alexander here is the best way."

Zemo shook his head and said: "Alexander has profound qualifications, and has a lot of subordinates in Osborne Pharmaceuticals and the Abyss chaebol. We will fight with him at this time. He can choose not to detonate the bomb, and then pour dirty water on us. On him, gather forces to bite back, let us lose our credibility, and he will enjoy the benefits."

Harry said again: "They only know about your cooperation with me, no one knows that our partner also has a clown."

Zemoto nodded, sticking his chin: "Yes."

Harry: "So he's the perfect candidate."

Zemo agreed, "Exactly."

Song Mo looked at the two people in front of him who suddenly started singing the oboe, and slowly came to his senses. After he figured it out, his expression gradually became irritable.And his irritable way is to raise the corners of his mouth little by little, and said with a smile: "You have planned it a long time ago?"

Song Mo couldn't help recalling all the performances of Harry and Zemo just now.

It was so perfect that he couldn't find any flaws.

After playing for a long time, I finally told him that they had already figured out the solution, which was to let him be the villain, and their hands were clean. They not only solved the hot potato of Alexander, but also made him Take over the huge group power behind him.

Even if Alexander would choose to attack them today, it was probably within the plan of the two of them.

"Anyway, clowns are also notorious in the villain world. It doesn't matter if you take the blame one more time. Is that what you mean?"

Song Mo never imagined that one day he would be tricked by others. This feeling was very new to him, and even overwhelmed his anger after trying to understand the truth.

Yes.

What kind of villain do you call a friendly cooperation?

"You're an insult to the Oscars by not being actors."

The second-generation baron lowered his head in embarrassment after being praised, and the thick-skinned blond young master shook the wine glass in his hand: "The superpower carrier Osborne Pharmaceuticals that you asked me to make last time has already approved the project."

Song Mo took out the tangled green wig and the folded clown mask from the inner lining, and said one last word to Harry Osborn before taking a step: "Despicable."

Harry smiled back, "Thank you."

So, originally thinking that everything was within the plan, Dr. Alexander, who was strategizing, maintained the seemingly lively and harmonious atmosphere of the banquet. After finishing his speech, he planned to retire and was just about to step out of the banquet gate.

The sound of something hitting the ground, loud, crisp, getting closer.

The banquet hall suddenly fell into dead silence at this moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on the center, looking at the second-generation clown who appeared there at some point and smiled exaggeratedly.

"I'm really sorry, Dr. Alexander."

"Xihai and Gotham are so close, you held such a big banquet, but don't you plan to invite your local neighbors?"

At the same time, in the center of the Expo Plaza, spotlights easily passed through the special artificial wall, marking a huge bat logo in the night sky of Gotham.

In the Batcave, Bruce Wayne looked at the text messages on his phone.

[Boss, if you don't come, your little cute assistant may be blown to death by the old Hydra guy. ]

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Bruce Wayne: ...