The correct way to attack the villain

"Alfred, test the explosion-proof winch for me, and prepare a molecular resonance electromagnetic detector for me—if it was yesterday, you would have told me so the first time you received the message, young master."

While adjusting the electronic voice changer on the tool table, the old butler talked to Bruce Wayne who was sitting next to him.

Bruce Wayne could only put down his hand between his eyebrows: "I know."

He stood up from the chair: "In addition to those, prepare a shielding chip for me."

The old butler returned to the console and asked kindly, "What is it used to shield?"

Bruce: "All."

Alfred paused, looked at Bruce after pondering on the spot for a moment: "Just to eliminate a bomb?"

Bruce put on his bat helmet expressionlessly.

"By the way, prevent harassment."

The old butler watched Batman get on the bat winch and drive towards the exit until the roar of the winch's engine could no longer be heard in the Batcave.

"Looks like something good is going to happen."

Alfred lowered his head and began to pack the dinner plate on the metal table. This time, even the almost untouched food on the dinner plate could not stop him from showing a kind smile: "I don't know when the Wayne family will be able to wait for another year. A little Mr. Wayne."

At the World Expo Science and Technology Exhibition Hall in downtown Gotham, the originally lively dinner party dropped to freezing point because of a sudden guest.

A clown in a strange costume hijacked Dr. Alexander, the most powerful person in the banquet. No one dared to act rashly, and everyone was waiting for his next move.

This is a very strange experience, because among all the people who attended the banquet in the place-

And there isn't a single good person.

They are used to this kind of bad things, and they never thought that one day this kind of thing would happen to them. The bad guys in New York are not like Gotham. Tan said they were extremely united.

"So the biggest problem you're facing right now is—"

Sitting at the top, holding the back of Dr. Alexander's neck, because the gun on his head made the middle-aged bald Dr. Alexander an obedient second-generation clown like a cat caught by the nape of his neck. After 5 minutes of silence Finally he spoke: "—Do you want to call the police?"

After Eredar finished speaking, she laughed again: "Just kidding."

Dr. Alexander's collar was stuck around his neck, and his face was flushed: "What the hell are you trying to do!"

"I don't want to do anything." The second-generation clown casually picked up the pastry on the long table and squeezed it, and the lifelike Hulk pastry immediately burst out scarlet bean-made quicksand from his head, "Just to see you New Yorkers having a party here , I also want to come over and have fun together."

He looked around: "But none of you from Gotham invited you. Do you have regional discrimination?"

Dr. Alexander, who has been threatened by various reasons for decades but was pointed at his head with a gun because of "regional discrimination" for the first time, his lips trembled, and he couldn't help cursing: "Crazy!"

The clown grinned, as if the title was a compliment to him.He let go of the gun in his hand, and the people around immediately became agitated when they saw this. Someone stepped forward, ready to subdue this lunatic from Gotham at any time, but the next moment, a red and white half-body mecha appeared in front of him. Behind him, the taking over clown grabbed Dr. Alexander by the collar, and raised another mechanical arm—

A larger, darker, rounder muzzle aimed at Alexander's head.

The clown's housekeeping weapon, after being on the news for countless times, no one will be unfamiliar with it.The second-generation clown reached out to pick up the two dinner plates by the table, tapped his fingernails twice, and threw them towards the golden curtain behind him without warning.

With two muffled sounds, two bodyguards who were planning to sneak attack from behind fell down, and the clown withdrew his hand to continue the topic just now: "Regional discrimination is not a good thing, he will destroy the spirit of bad guys cooperation between Gotham and New York .”

Immediately someone said: "Nobody wants to work with a madman!"

The clown raised his eyebrows: "The group of Luthor chaebols are also lunatics, your doctor is not the same as cooperating with them." He looked at Alexander, squinted with a smile, "You think so, Dr. Alexander?"

Alexander's face was strangled into a pig's liver, and he gritted his teeth and said, "I don't understand what you madman are talking about!"

Eredar clicked his tongue boredly, he lowered his head and wiped his cane, and when he was about to speak again, the brain in his mind said.

"The bat winch is parked above the exhibit hall, Captain."

Eredar's eyes lit up, and he was no longer interested in saying a word to the middle-aged bald man, so he jumped off the stage and walked briskly to the entrance of the banquet.Because the mecha behind him was still mentioning Alexander's relationship, everyone around him gave way to both sides with understanding.

"Don't you want to ask me what I want to do?" The clown shook his arm, and the doctor on the mechanical arm was thrown down like trash. He clapped his hands and said. "It takes more than a year to build a building with more than [-] floors. There are only so many buildings in Gotham. One building is blown up and one less. ?”

After finishing speaking, he closed the door heavily on both sides, and before the door was completely closed, he said with a smile: "Continue with your dinner, but I advise you to hold your doctor well, if you don't want to be killed by him. "

With the support of the people around him, Alexander finally got up from the ground with difficulty. The first thing he did after standing up was to point to the closed door and shout: "Catch him!"

The bodyguards guarding the four corners of the banquet immediately opened the door and rushed out. Alexander looked around, swallowed, and when he was about to follow out, a Hydra veteran stopped him.

The old man was gray-haired, but his voice was full of spirit: "Dr. Alexander, should you explain it too?"

"What exactly is going on?"

In the corridor on the second floor of the science and technology exhibition hall, Eredar sat on the pipe by the wall outside the window, and waited for the group of bodyguards in the corridor to leave before jumping into the window again.

"So it's just a matter of killing that doctor with a single shot." The second-generation clown patted the wall dust on the corner of his clothes, "I want to win people's hearts but don't want to be that bad guy, and it's so troublesome, the Red Skull is better than them." Have courage."

Bangya: "So the Red Skull was betrayed by his subordinates, and he is still in prison."

Eredar spread her hands: "Who cares."

He poked his head out of the window again, looked up and saw the black winch parked on the sloping roof diagonally opposite, and smiled again: "The important thing now is where the Gotham vigilante is."

Bangya said simply: "No relevant data can be detected, Captain."

Eredar's smile froze: "What do you mean?"

Bangya: "It means that, excluding the possibility that he is not in this building, there should be some special shielding device installed on him."

The smile of the second-generation clown gradually disappeared: "What kind of shielding device do you need to eliminate a bomb?"

Bunya: "Maybe he also wants to prevent someone from harassing him."

Eredar: "Don't make my boss the type to run away from trouble."

Bunya: "So you finally realize that you're a nuisance to him?"

Eredar covered her face sadly while walking: "I thought that the people who hindered my pursuit of love might be social pressure, public opinion, and opposition from the elders, but I didn't expect it to be the level of technology. Jesus, a so-called leader The 4000-year-old brain of the Earth’s technology can’t do anything—”

Bangya: "... Isn't the main thing you want to do now is to remove the bomb?"

Eredar's expression paused for a second: "So can you detect the location of the bomb?"

Bangya: "...can't."

Eredar: "Jesus, a brain that claims to be 4000 years ahead of Earth's technology can't do anything—"

Bangya: "..."

So the intelligent brain, which is 4000 years ahead of the earth's technology, can only watch his captain facelessly cry while using the ring on his finger to smash holes in the wall one after another, and then wipe the corners of his eyes when the ring finally responds The crocodile tears pointed at the metal wall in front of him and said, "Smash it open."

There was no emotion in Bangya's mechanical voice: "Jesus."

Eredar: "..."

As the only chef in the entire science and technology exhibition hall who can make buns, old Arthur felt that today was probably his most unlucky day.First, he received a big order to take over the entire dinner party, and then when he pinched the buns until his fingers were cramped, he suddenly learned from the apprentice who went to the hall to take a look, that the people who attended the whole banquet were villains from Hydra.They were about to escape, but they were caught by the bodyguards guarding the door. Not only were they beaten black and blue, but even more cruel.

He was told to make another five hundred buns.

At that time, Old Arthur was thinking of shooting the bodyguard to death with a steamer, but when he was about to do so, a man was wearing black, a mysterious cloak, a high-tech belt, and two spikes growing on the top of his head. The bat-eared vigilante broke through the window.

A savior descended.

Just like the scenes that only appear in all the news, the Gotham Vigilante, who is tall and strong, who is outside the constitution and used violence to help Gotham justice, easily subdued the bodyguards and liberated the trapped chef apprentices.And just when old Arthur followed everyone to enter the safety door and leave here, his second unlucky thing happened.

The vigilante dropped a bomb on him.

Old Arthur actually couldn't tell what the fist-sized thing was thrown to him by the other party, and it was Batman who answered him.

"Quantum bomb."

Old Arthur's legs trembled when he heard the words: "I'm not with them, I don't know anything!"

In the back kitchen where only the two of them and the unconscious bodyguard were left, Batman glanced at the round Batman quicksand bags on the wide open steamer, and then glanced at Old Arthur.

Old Arthur trembled in fright: "I don't want to, they forced me to pack it like this!"

Apparently Batman isn't stingy enough to care about such things.

He knew Gotham well. Probably for safety reasons, the deal between Alexander and the Luthor chaebol was done in Gotham, and he got the news long before everyone else.After confirming that there was no difference in the dose of the quantum bomb that Alexander exchanged from the Luthor chaebol, he took off the bat gauntlet on his hand, and before jumping out of the window, he said to old Arthur: "You wait here, and then put this Give the bomb to a man."

Old Arthur's voice was a little trembling: "Who?"

What answered him was the black cloak that suddenly opened behind Batman.

The door of the back kitchen was not closed. Old Arthur hesitated between staying or running away, and finally chose to stay.Old Arthur probably wanted to come from the Gotham Police Department, because Batman and Sheriff Gordon have always been on the same page. After all, as a person who has just been bullied by those villains, if he has some evidence, He didn't mind letting the bad guys have a little more bad luck.

He had already been unlucky three times, and in any case he would not be unlucky for the fourth time.

With this in mind, he ushered in someone who broke into the door.

clown.

This was his fourth unlucky thing today. Old Arthur rolled his eyelids and passed out in front of this notorious Gotham villain.

Eredar kicked away the bodyguards in front of him, and reached out to pick up the tightly wrapped fist-sized quantum bomb in Old Arthur's arms.

The second-generation clown was silent, and the artificial intelligence closed its mouth wisely. After a while, Eredar seemed to suddenly think of something, and ran to the wide open window to look diagonally across—

The bat winch that had been parked there was gone.

Eredar looked up at the wall clock on the wall, and less than 10 minutes had passed since the bat winch stopped.

Obviously, the other party had already told him with actions, the answer that was already expected by everyone.

The back kitchen is very quiet, only the boiling water in the steamer is still gurgling, and the thick milky smell fills the whole kitchen. Ereda squashed a Batman quicksand bag that fell on the ground, took out his mobile phone and talked to Osborn sent a message.

[The bomb is placed in the kitchen wall compartment. ]

Ten seconds later, there replied.

[I will go to you the day after tomorrow to discuss the matter of the superpower carrier. ]

Ereda took a casual glance and put away the phone, then smiled: "Look at Bangya, it only takes less than ten seconds to type out a text message that can explain everything clearly."

Bangya didn't speak.

Eredar glanced out the window at the roof where the bat winch was originally parked: "Then I waited for him all day like an idiot."

Bangya comforted: "This is all in your expectation, isn't it?"

Eredar: "But I didn't think he'd run away from me, it's just—"

The core intellectual brain looked at the captain who lowered his eyelids as he talked, and quickly began to search for various famous quotes in his backstage library to appease the youthful pain and lovelorn people, just when he was about to read them out like a text , he heard his captain, who began to cover his face when he was sad, say.

"——This is simply more surprising than I expected."

Bangya's fast-running background data paused: "Surprise?"

Eredar raised her head, with a smile that she couldn't help but said, "When Catwoman invited him, he didn't choose to run away, but he refused in person. Do you know what that means? Did you know, Bunya?"

Bangya: "...I don't want to know."

Eredar: "It means he's afraid of hurting me! I'm more important to him than Catwoman!"

Bangya: "...so Catwoman is very important to him?"

Eredar immediately started counting with her fingers: "Look, the Gotham Daily on July 20th, June 13th, and No. [-]th, and then scroll up to all the news reports related to Catwoman. Part of it is the scandal between the two of them!"

Bangya: "What do you pay attention to when you usually read the newspaper..."

Eredar: "And the Joker and Batman's affair is almost non-existent! Almost! No!"

Bunya tried to correct his captain's thinking: "Not everything in the news is true, Captain, Bruce's own newspaper said before that the reason why he hasn't married for so many years is probably because he is gay."

Eredar: "He's a gay?!"

Bangya: ... Can this person listen to his point with even one sentence?

Old Arthur, who had passed out from a coma, slowly woke up. After opening his eyes completely, he saw the clown still standing in front of him. Old Arthur swallowed, and closed his eyes to continue pretending to be dead.

"Do me a favor." He heard above him, the nightmare of all Gotham people, a garish clown saying in a tone less than usual, "Do me a favor and I'll let you go .”

Old Arthur's throat moved.

Clown: "Otherwise I'll throw you out of here."

Old Arthur turned over and sat up directly from the ground: "Say it, say it."

The clown leaned against the steamer and said with a smile, "Help me make a bun in the shape of a clown, but the filling needs to be different."

Old Arthur stretched out his hand towards the dough tremblingly: "This is not difficult, sir."

Fifteen minutes later, Harley Quinn, who had just had an affair with Poison Ivy and robbed Penguin of a carload of gold bars, received a call from her cheap nephew after a long absence.

The Harley Quinn sitting in the passenger seat smiled and answered the phone: "Hey."

Then interrupted before the person on the other end of the phone could speak: "If you call me auntie, I'll hang up on you right away, Pudding."

The person on the other end of the phone laughed and said, "Aunt Hallie, can you do me a favor?"

Harry rolled his eyes and threw the phone aside. After 30 seconds, he rolled his eyes again and took it back: "Let's talk."

On the other end of the phone, Eredar narrowed his eyes with a smile: "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in Gotham!"

So, after nightfall, the police officers in the Gotham Police Station, who had already left their night shifts, received a call to the police at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

The arrogant Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy invaded the Gotham Police Department and planted a bomb inside, threatening to blow up the entire Gotham Police Department today.

The Bat lights that had just been turned off came back on again, and Batman, who was chasing the Penguin, had to turn around and rush to the Gotham Police Department, which is located in the easternmost part of Gotham City.

After he broke through all the traps set up outside, arrived at the empty command room and saw the so-called box with explosives and a clown's head painted on it.

The man didn't think about other things at the first time. After all, in Gotham, the clown pattern is not the patent of the second-generation clown alone.However, after he opened the box and saw the bun with the clown's head lying quietly inside, pinched subtly.

Batman and Alfred Butler on the other end of the video communicator were silent at the same time.

As if it was expected that men would not eat it, the top of the bun was cut into a heart shape with a knife, revealing the pectin filling in the shape of a black bat that was printed with a mould.

There are two lines of writing on a pink sticky note next to it—of course, even without these lines, Bruce thinks he can guess what the clown is trying to say.

[Obviously a clown. ]

[But Batman is all on his mind. ]

Alfred was silent for a long time before he spoke: "Actually, I quite agree with this approach, after all, you haven't had dinner today, hmm, I mean—"

"I think I probably understand what you are arguing about, young master."

Bruce Wayne: "..."