The correct way to attack the villain

"Snipers, target that building. Demolition team, go around from the basement. Protection team, isolate the block."

"Be careful not to hurt those hostages!"

After the chief gave an order, the Gotham police immediately deployed their defenses in an orderly manner.The robbers in the People's Bank took everyone who was in the bank hostage at the time, and had been in a stalemate with the Gotham police for two hours before Gordon arrived after handling the previous case.The back of the People's Bank of China is connected to the city hall, and the situation will be much more complicated than it is now when the robbers blast open the explosion-proof door of the passage and transfer the hostages and property together.

Commissioner Gordon rubbed his head that had begun to bald. This was already the third robbery he had dealt with tonight. He even wondered if these people had made an appointment to treat tonight as a night of crime carnival, just because they suddenly didn't The sound of a blockbuster downing Batman out of nowhere stimulated their criminal nerves.

"The Information and Communication Department of the Linhai District Police Station! The remaining mutant forces in Xikou Street have just launched a riot. They are about to attack the administrative building of the Linhai District. The Linhai District Police Station needs support! Repeat, the Linhai District Police Station Information and Communication Department at—”

Director Gordon looked up at the kidnappers who were still in a stalemate with the police: "Let Ethan lead the team there."

The police officer on the intercom immediately said: "Officer Ethan went to hunt down the Poison Ivy girl who escaped from Arkham half an hour ago, Chief!"

Gordon rubbed the top of his head again.He felt that his bureau chief would become bald sooner or later.

"Where's Batman?"

"Batman is dealing with a bombing case in the crime port, which is separated from the coastal area by at least a dozen Gulf National Highways—hey!"

"It's Batman!"

This was probably the only good news Gordon had heard tonight, and Chief Gordon's frowning brows relaxed.The police officer at the ICT office was still surprised: "How did he come here! It takes more than an hour to drive from the crime port to here at a speed of 120 mph!"

"You help Batman handle the matter over there, and I will order the remaining police forces in Gotham to assist you."

The police officer from the Information and Communication Department looked out the glass window at the bat van that was rushing into the mutants' encirclement, slammed the table hard, and shouted happily and excitedly: "Good job!"

The arrival of Batman was like a shot in the arm. The situation was reversed in an instant. No one dared to face the shock gun with a thigh-thick muzzle in the improvised mutant army. The formation was smashed to pieces. .Originally surrounded by mutants, the policemen in Linhai District who kept retreating and shrinking the defense line due to injuries and attrition were shocked, and picked up the rifles that had been emptied long ago.

Gun butts can't kill people, but at least they can hit their heads hard!

Batman jumped out of the riot truck after breaking the formation of mutants. The mutants who had been demoralized for a long time were not his opponents at all. The mutant riots that had been stalemate for more than an hour ended in just 10 minutes. The man was completely suppressed, and the man easily snatched the key from the leader, and then opened the iron carriage where the hostages were held.

A total of four iron carriages were hung in the air at a height of five meters. The police rummaged through the bombed-out administrative building and found only three ladders. So Batman could only step on the riot truck and climb towards the last iron carriage. The hostage in the compartment held out his hand.

A pair of slender and slender hands wearing black leather gloves stretched out from the shadows and placed them on the palms of the man also wearing black gloves. Before Batman could react, he jumped out of the car with his shoulders come out.

"You came at the wrong time, little bat."

Wearing a tight black leather jacket, a whip around her waist, and a pair of tin cat ears on her head, the famous female criminal of Gotham stepped on the roof of the storm car with her high heels and said with a smile: "We are going to let them transport me to Mutant base camp and go get something, you ruined my good work again."

Batman didn't speak. He looked away, turned on the nano searchlight on his wrist, and jumped out of the riot vehicle after seeing the face of another hostage in the compartment.

The huge wheels kicked up the sand, and the heavy engine sound rushed all the way out of Linhai Square. The other rescued hostages couldn't even say a word of thanks, and the riot vehicle disappeared from everyone's sight.

"It's really incomprehensible." Catwoman rolled her eyes, and then reluctantly stretched out her hand into the carriage, "Did you have a broken leg so you need someone to help you out, Jaina?"

Another white-gloved hand stretched out from the carriage, and then the voice of the bunny girl came out: "If it weren't for the conditions, I really don't want to cooperate with a whore like you who rushes to see a man like you."

Catwoman raised her eyebrows: "You should pay attention to the tone you speak to your senior, bitch."

The storm car drove all the way from Linhai District to People's Square. After assisting Director Gordon to solve the robbery there, the siren finally fell silent temporarily.

"You don't know, the police department's complaint calls are going to explode these days. Those who complain are accusing the Gotham Police Department of receiving a lot of help from Batman. Why don't those people oppose Batman? Stand up and speak to Batman."

Commissioner Gordon turned his back to Batman and helped his subordinates deal with the wound, while saying: "I actually ordered the scribes of the Gotham Police Department to hurry up and write an article about all the things you have helped the Gotham Police Department solve in the past few years." Important cases, but because those facts are too many and complicated, it will take tomorrow and the day after tomorrow to sort them out. At that time, we will hang them on the homepage of the Gotham Police Department's official website. When those people don't oppose Batman, we will withdraw Go down. And I hope you understand."

"Those voices are only temporary, and they only come from some people, let alone you, they wish the Gotham Police Station would be blown up and closed tomorrow. I don't know how to say these things, I just—"

Director Gordon turned around while speaking, and Batman had long since disappeared behind him.

The chief who finally saved the fate of being bald temporarily tonight shook his head.

Don't turn your head away, Gordon is very used to this.

The riot truck, which had been rushing all night, finally found a chance to let the engine rest. Batman changed the operating mode to autopilot, called up the satellite projection of the entire Gotham, and planned to find a random fast food restaurant to deal with today's riot dinner.

At this moment, Alfred's voice came from the communication device.

"I checked the source of those remarks just now, master." Alfred directly passed a document, "Half of them are from the South Hinkley area of ​​Gotham, I think you can focus on investigating there, and say There may be no new discoveries."

At such times, the so-called "those remarks" need not be stated at all.

Batman frowned: "I thought you wouldn't care about that, Alfred."

The old butler: "I don't care because you don't care, master."

Batman didn't speak.

After a while, about four or five minutes later, when he thought Alfred was no longer near the communication equipment, Alfred suddenly sent him a coordinate.

"The location is the block next to Gotham City Hall. I have sent you the coordinates." The old butler said, "I recommend you to take a look. A small brawl just happened there."

Batman: "That should go to the Gotham Police Department."

He didn't think much about it. Although he said so, he subconsciously manipulated the main screen to adjust to the coordinates sent by Alfred.The projection device quickly connected to the signal in that area. The satellite projection was much clearer than the digital street surveillance. Before the screen was loaded, he even heard Song Mo clearly in the screen—or rather.

"At this age when you would choose to shave a mohawk, your endurance should be one of the few I have ever seen so outstanding, at least I didn't. So it's a pity."

——The iconic voice of the second-generation clown.

"Don't call the challenge over, little Mohawk."

The second-generation clown said, lifting the toe that was on the left side of Mohawk's crotch, moved it a little to the middle, and then.

With a scream, Mo Xigan fainted again.

The clown raised his foot in disgust and rubbed the sole of his shoe on the ground. He looked up and saw Dick peeking at him, and said impatiently, "Write yours."

Dick turned his head quickly, picked up the spray paint that the gangsters dropped on the ground just now: "What do you want to write?"

The clown stretched out his hand and patted the back seat of the motorcycle of those gangsters: "You read and write yourself."

Dick froze for a moment, then pursed his lips.He didn't want to write bad things about Batman against his heart, and he couldn't guess what the moody clown was thinking. After a pause for a few seconds, he carefully wrote a sentence on the wall with spray paint:

[Batman is a good guy]

Then he turned his head and looked at the clown tentatively.

The other party sat on the back seat of the motorcycle, and did not stop Dick from writing good words about Batman, but just clicked his tongue noncommittally after seeing that sentence, and commented: "I couldn't write such ugly words when I was four years old." gone."

Dick blushed.

His mother often laughed at his ugly handwriting, and at this time his father would always excuse him by saying that ugly handwriting and hating eating broccoli are common problems among children, so he is still ugly in handwriting and still doesn’t like to eat broccoli. orchid.

The child turned his head, and began to write the next sentence slowly and seriously this time.

The clown behind him stopped talking. Every time Dick wrote a few words, he would secretly turn his head to look at him, and the other party seemed to be thinking about something, or he might just be in a daze. His face was still gloomy under the dim streetlights. , scary, but Dick didn't know why, and it seemed that facing him was not as scary as it was at first.

And he also knew clearly that fear was meaningless in this situation.

[We should thank him, not blame him. ]

Dick looked at the second sentence he wrote with satisfaction, and the people behind him commented at this time: "You can definitely use a little more advanced vocabulary."

Dick subconsciously replied, "I'm only seven years old!"

"When I was seven years old, I could already write the entire Merriam-Webster dictionary silently."

Dick: "...then why don't you write it yourself."

The clown behind him gave an exaggerated "ha": "Why would I do such a naive thing?"

If this is naive, isn't it naive to direct others to write?

Idealism mature? ? ?

Before Dick blurted out these two sentences, he finally realized that what he was facing was none other than the clown.

So he closed his mouth, raised his hand and began to write the third sentence.

The alley was very quiet, and the screams of those gangsters just now didn't seem to attract anyone's attention. In other words, in Gotham at this point, no one except Batman and the police dared to meddle in their own business.

Dick thinks this might be his most daring moment yet, because halfway through he can't help but say, "Can I ask you a question?"

"uh-huh?"

Dick's throat moved: "Why did you help him?"

"Help him?" The clown raised his voice, "Help who?"

Dick: "Batman."

This time, it was more exaggerated than before: "What?" The clown plucked his ear in disbelief, "I help him? Are you kidding me? Why should I help him?"

Dick froze for a moment: "Then why did you speak nice words to him?"

The clown grinned: "You think I'm helping him? No, no, no."

"I'm doing myself a favor."

Dick turned his head and watched the clown jump off the locomotive, the corners of his mouth curved terribly: "What if one day he really joins the Arkham gang of villains because of these people?"

Dick looked away: "Isn't that a good thing for you?"

The second-generation clown asked back: "Why do you think this is a good thing?"

Dick: "Because then no one can stop you from doing bad things."

The second-generation clown spread his hands: "Isn't that even more boring?"

Dick thought about it, and he felt that he didn't quite understand the meaning of this sentence.

Fortunately, the clown spoke clearly enough.

"A place where you can do bad things as you want, and no one will have the ability to stop you. I can't imagine what kind of day it will be. Maybe I will become the next Gotham vigilante in order to fight against the bad guy Batman, Of course, the premise is that this is not Gotham." When the other party said this, he paused for a moment, and then sneered, "Who wants to fight to protect Gotham? Even if the opponent is Batman. I feel sick just thinking about it."

Dick wondered, "So your purpose of being a villain is only to deal with Batman?"

The clown lowered his voice: "Not entirely, it can be said so far."

Dick was silent, and he didn't speak again until he finished the third sentence: "You are not at all like the clown I imagined."

The clown froze for a moment, then laughed loudly: "That's because I didn't point a gun at you, dear. Do you know what a person is most afraid of?"

Dick: "What?"

"It was when I pulled the safety and didn't tell him when I was going to fire."

In fact, Dick didn't hear what he said clearly, because the clown behind him suddenly approached when he said this sentence, he poked his head out, and Dick felt that he could smell a strange smell of paint, and that pale face So leaning on his shoulder.

As he spoke, his breath was terribly cold against his ears.

Dick felt that he would have nightmares at night, and the kind that would wake him up straight away.

"Dick! Where are you Dick! Dick!"

The voice of calling from the block not far away brought Dick back to his sanity, and the second-generation clown smacked his lips boredly and raised his head.

Dick subconsciously glanced at the clown, who took a few steps back, keeping a safe enough distance from him, and then raised three fingers at Dick.

"Before I change my mind, three—"

Almost as soon as he counted the first sound, Dick dropped the spray paint in his hand and ran out of the alley.

"Here I am! Mom!"

The clown looked at Dick's fleeing back, and endured it, but couldn't help it, and laughed out loud.

After laughing enough, he looked at the three sentences on the graffiti wall and rolled his eyes: "I didn't do anything that didn't conform to clown behavior, Bangya, after all, I didn't write these."

Bunya: "...you didn't consider any clown behavior when you confessed to Batman."

The second-generation clown replied naturally: "It's Song Mogan's, not me."

Bangya really didn't want to figure out the messy codes of conduct and theories in his captain's mind, so he could only perfunctorily say, "You say so."

The second-generation clown pulled out a new eagle-headed cane from Huberian's spare arsenal, and walked briskly out of the alley.

He walked through the sparsely populated streets, and the occasional pedestrians who passed by on the road all covered their faces and ran away immediately after seeing him. The whole street could only hear the echo of the cane being regularly struck on the ground for a while.

Until this moment, he was in a good mood.

Until he passed a 24-hour convenience store and saw the nightly news on the wall-mounted TV through the glass.

The hostess was still broadcasting the mutant riots in Linhai District that ended not long ago, and probably because Batman is a hot topic now, the news screenshot above the news screen happened to be Batman standing on the storm car.

In the mutant battlefield that had just been quelled, a tall man in black armor stretched out his hand to the carriage. The hostage on the carriage put his hand in the man's palm. One large and one small black gloves overlapped. The man raised his head and wore a cat ear mask. The hostage's ruddy lips turned up to meet his gaze.

They are very similar to the knights who appear in time after their lover is in danger in a love story. No matter who reads it, they will feel that they——

Very right.

The clerk who had just completed the delivery came out of the warehouse and faced the clown face outside the cash register window that was almost stuck to the glass. The clerk rolled his eyelids and fainted immediately.

The second-generation clown slowly stood up straight.

The smile at the corner of his mouth froze mechanically on his face.

After his adoptive father passed away, he wanted to inherit his adoptive father's behest, so he followed the old clown's training, and kept the appearance of a clown in every move.But now, he found that he was less and less able to play the role of "Eredar" as carefully as before.

Old Jack spent his whole life trying to drag Batman into the water, thinking about how to make Batman's life worse.

And now he was doing something that old Jack wouldn't do.

And it seems to be his own wishful thinking from beginning to end.

In another block more than ten kilometers away, there is a bat-suppressing car.

Batman looked at the monitor screen, unable to say a word for a long time.