[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

The girl sits in the reception room of the BAU.

It's not hard to find her.

Da Chao casually opened a X-ray near the pet clinic, and saw a girl carrying a bucket of black blood and smearing insults on the wall at the back of the clinic, and a group of thugs who didn't know where they were, just wanted to join in the fun.

Suppose, if Joe Ward is just a powerless civilian, with such a large-scale Internet rumors and human flesh exposure, there will only be two possibilities left for him in the rest of his life.

Do not go out for a lifetime, or die.

Now, despite the bats in control, the damage to Joward caused by this mass disinformation is almost semi-permanent: he will not be able to return to the clinic address that was forcibly exposed for a long time.

——And this is the only thing Xiao Qiao's parents left for him.

The god on earth who has always been good-tempered and gentle, for a moment, his pupils turned scarlet.

He quickly controlled his anger and landed gently beside the girl.

"Ma'am," he said, "you need to come with me."

Joward walked along the corridor of the Hall of Justice to the communication room.

It was the girl's request.

As long as Joward dares to talk to her directly, she is willing to tell the purpose of the people behind the scenes.

Girl: "We've got an even bigger plan... as a candy gift bag for you."

The "we" she said, no one knows better than him: he already knew about the suspected cooperation between the Joker and Hannibal from BAU.

Of course the Chaoying were unwilling to let him go.

What he will face may be an extremely cruel trap, or an unspeakable humiliation.

The little doctor is a little sugar bag that everyone is afraid of melting when holding it in their hands. How can they bear to let him be stabbed by others?

But Joward just wanted to be stubborn, as if forcing himself to do it.

Until now, he didn't want to take a step back.

Never want to compromise.

The headset on the ear rang.

It was the voice of the Dark Knight.

"Joe." Batman said, he was obviously monitoring the entire network at the same time, and he was so busy that he could speak faster, "You don't have to go."

Getting out of Wonder Woman's arms, Joward returned to his normal appearance.

Even when he heard the girl's provocation, he didn't show anything in front of his friends, and even smiled as if reading a thousand sails.

But now he heard the calm voice of the big bat, and his throat choked up.

He squatted in the passageway at the door of the communication room, making sure that no Chaoying would find him.

Fortunately, Meringue is now on standby at the BAU, so I won't hear him muttering almost incoherently here.

Joe Ward: "Bat...he said 'Goodybag'...he doesn't use that word often...I have to go before he kills some more people in the name of giving me presents ...the last time he said that, I ate a whole..."

He closed his eyes in pain and dared not speak anymore.

Batman paused for a moment, and there was the sound of starting some kind of machine.

Batman: "Bella Arnold - the sister that the girl claims to be revenge for, in fact, does not have any twin sisters. The person who is now at the BAU, according to the DNA test results, is a real name Rose Lay Sturt's mental patient."

Joward froze for a moment, then listened intently.

There was a constant hum of the machine starting up in the headset, but it did not overwhelm the calm and deep voice of the knight.

Batman: "Her face has new plastic surgery marks, and the skull has the marks of surgery. I had Superman look inside her skull and found trackers and nano bugs in the skull - she was sent into our view on purpose."

The buzzing in the headset was a little quieter.

Batman gave Tony the task of monitoring the network with one hand, and put on the seat belt of the Batplane with the other.

Batman: "I don't think they're really going to tell a 'tool' about their plans—at least not the Joker. So I suggest, stay away from her for now, even if she's provoking you; to avoid further prying eyes."

Joward was confused: "Then what are they going to do? Specially create a girl who is exactly like the victim, and incite the watchers to deal with me. I can't think of any more results than forcing me to retreat into the shell; It took too much trouble..."

In front of Batman, he really couldn't hide his emotions well.

It was he who said it was okay, but it was also he who was really afraid.

Batman: "Do you remember what I told you in the haunted house?"

The little doctor squatting in the corner was taken aback.

When he walked through the entire haunted house that time, Bruce carried him.He patronizes shyness and nervousness, ignoring what the man has been whispering in his ear.

He said Joe, I'm holding you, you can try to open your eyes to see them.They're just people in costumes.Any unreasonable fear can be defeated by human reason. Things imagined with closed eyes are more terrifying than things opened to observe and analyze.

But Joward was afraid and refused at that time, so he rubbed his head on the man's shoulder and acted like a baby silently.The man didn't force him anymore, he hugged the little sugar bag indulgently, and walked out of the haunted house.

The BAU did conduct a behavioral analysis of Hannibal, during which time they questioned Joe Ward, a witness, repeatedly.So Joe Ward actually listened to a lot, but he instinctively didn't want to recall it.

Now that he calmed down and thought about it, Hannibal's ability to cooperate with the clown actually made him feel a strong sense of disobedience.

The clown is a typical happy crime, indiscriminate killing and chaotic thinking are the most difficult places for him to deal with.He sees himself as a mad dog chasing cars, even if he can't catch up, even if it's meaningless, he will chase after him if he is happy.

Hannibal was different: it was evident in his careful selection of targets.

Killing the reckless, the proud, the young rebels, the trespassers—that's why, when BAU found Joward in Hannibal's mansion, he was puzzled.

Everyone who is eaten by him is more or less innocent (in his eyes), like the younger brother in the dark gray trench coat; very occasionally, it is like the one who discovered his secret, the one with parents and cats The girl Bella, he killed the girl in order to keep the secret.

So Joward is a complete exception to Hannibal's pattern of behavior.

Joe Ward has no vices, no criminal experience, and belongs to the pure white and innocent people in Hannibal's eyes. BAU also specifically observed Joe Ward's behavior - the little doctor was neither rude nor rude, and he never even yelled at the FBI who threw the photo on his face.

BAU even warily asked him if they had had sex - and the answer was clearly no.

This is where no one has figured out so far——

A person who observes everyone and regards himself as a god, why did he choose him to be his little lamb?

Joward: "...bat, I'm starting to think he's not the mastermind of this. I mean, he must have helped push and brainwash the girl, but so far, if there's a plan, maybe he's involved Not much—he should be watching the fire from the bank by now."

This is why he feels that putting the Joker and Hannibal together is against the law:

Hannibal seemed to be sitting on the sofa in the attic, sipping wine, watching the mad dog-like clown chasing the car outside the window.

Their behavior patterns were incompatible.

Hannibal may have carefully planned to shoot the clown coldly, and the chaos created by the clown may also burn down his gorgeous big house in a second.

Batman: "Go ahead."

Joward: "In Hannibal's fashion, he usually doesn't like to make things too ostentatious. He has a slight cleanliness and obsessive compulsion, and everything needs to be orderly and aesthetic. If he does have a purpose ——I mean, if he really wants to come to me again, the way he can choose will be much higher than inciting chaotic cyber violence."

While he was thinking and talking, he heard the sound of an aircraft landing outside the Hall of Justice.

Batman jumped out of the Batplane and strode toward the communications room.

As he expected, the little sugar bag was there.

He squatted pitifully behind a trash can, and he had to be careful that no hero would see him, lest others worry about him.

As if that way no one can see that he's scared too, and he can still be that cool kid who dares to confess everything to the heroes without getting emotional.

Batman walked over and lifted the cool kid who was still analyzing under his breath into his arms.

The back suddenly leaned against the solid breastplate, which startled Joward, and only when he looked up did he realize that it was the big bat.

Joward was stunned: "You...flying so far just to come and hug me...?"

Batman whispered: "I think you need it now."

The leader of Zhenglian was so busy talking to death, while wrapping his strong arms around his bewildered little boy, he also gave instructions to the headset: "Retrieve all the hot news in the past week."

Joward hurriedly struggled out of his arms, cheered up and started to work: "I can do this."

For the first half of the day, all of their attention was focused on Joward and the girl;

Now the little white bird has sneaked into the Internet, searched and compared recent hot news, and found that most of the news and hot words are subtly attracting people to New York, a large population area.

For example, the rumor that free bread is distributed to refugees.

For example, hold a large music festival.

For example, the largest demonstration in the country calling for the optimization of the death penalty standard.

These hot news are scattered and interspersed in different dates.

And just today, together with the presidential tour, the number of people called to New York will reach its peak this year.

If it was the past, at least when the heroes did not encounter a ball crisis, in this case, Zhenglian and Avengers would generally mobilize their staff to martial law.

But not today.

Joe Ward: "I just took a look at the situation in New York. There are about five times as many people gathered in New York today."

In the eyes of indiscriminate happy criminals, New York, where shoulders are rubbing shoulders, is a slaughterhouse full of fat.

——Disturbing the line of sight, making noises.

He shivered subtly.

The Gotham bombing that left most people with PTSD is still vivid.

For a happy criminal like the clown, he can have the patience to be a trap, and use the person most valued by the superheroes as a bait to attract attention...

The clown is going to do something bigger this time.

……

The equipment pool was a complete mess.

The flying heroes head straight for New York; the non-flying ones board Wonder Woman's stealth plane.

Everyone has a dedicated headset on their ears—each of them has one. This kind of headset not only has a communication function, but also an input sound device, which is specially designed for the little white bird in the sky-eye state to communicate directly with them.

Two seconds after Da Chao received the order, he arrived in New York from Quantico.

He hovered over the dense crowd, and greeted the people who looked up at him and cheered, fully clairvoyant and super hearing!

"—I and the little white bird didn't have time to do inspection work today."

He took a breath and finally said through gritted teeth.

"Time bombs, there are 137 in the city hall alone, and I will mark the rest on the map. There are also some small visual blind spots, many, densely covered in the crowd. My clairvoyance can't penetrate lead, maybe that thing contains-- "

"Gift bags at stations and parades, meringue."

A text-to-speech mechanical sound came from his earphones.

"It contains the New York mascot dolls. In my field of vision, 503248-503324 have been dispatched. The bat's order is to recover... Well, I saw that Flash broke one. I have to go to the treatment!"

Da Chao was slightly taken aback.

He didn't expect Xiao Qiao to adjust his condition so quickly to go into battle.

The god on earth scanned around with his perspective ability, confirmed the position of the hamster ball, and said softly: "Stay away from the ground, little white bird. You must not be affected by the bomb."

Joe Ward: "Okay!"

The Flash's body movements were faster than his mind, he carried a mascot from the parade to the corner, and poked a hole.

Then he was sprayed with laughing gas.

Flash: "Okay I was wrong, but at least we know what's in it cough cough cough cough cough hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Oh little white bird healed me, thanks!"

The fact that such dangerous goods are scattered among the crowd is more troublesome than dismantling time bombs in buildings; mascots hiding laughing gas are held in the arms of children and carried in the hands of civilians, and the hero rushes down to recycle them. It is very likely to cause panic among the masses, and the scene will be even more difficult to control.

The US team divided the team into two groups. One group cooperated with the riot police to dismantle bombs and strengthen patrolling, while the other group only separated the Flash and Little Spider.

The two league mascots squatted together, rubbing their heads and looking at each other.

The American team laughed in their voice: "Stark, here comes the opportunity to give money to the citizens of New York."

Tony: "Why am I the only one giving money! That rich guy from Gotham should pay half of it!"

It was just a few tinklings at first.

After a while, the voice of the mobile phone message prompt spread like a sea wave in the crowd on a large scale.

This kind of scene is actually very spectacular, many curious people hold their mobile phones and look at each other with strangers;

But some seasoned Watchers knew something was going on as soon as they saw the fat little white bird logo on the screen.

[To my dear good citizens:]

[Welcome to New York! ]

[For this day when we met and got acquainted with you, we have prepared a small gift for the lucky citizens who have received the mascot;]

[Please take out your New York mascot and wait for it to be exchanged. ]

[Have an iceday! (Little white bird circles.gif)]

That little emoji made the kids laugh.The children climbed onto their father's shoulders, giggling and holding up the eerie tactile mascot.

"Hey~"

A few spider threads quickly glued the mascot away, in exchange for even higher cheers from the crowd below!

The good neighbor Spider-Man, who climbed on the tall building, looked not so relaxed under the mask.While precisely manipulating the spider silk to recover the laughing gas doll, he watched the golden lightning shuttle through the crowd.

There was the hum of flight in the sky.

Dozens of steel armors also joined the recovery effort.

Joward reports progress like a high-precision counter: "482932, 4032490, 3423480—"

Batman frowned, thinking of the Gotham bombing, the vague uneasiness in his heart grew bigger and bigger: "We need to be faster."

The Flash: "Hey, my speed has reached the critical point! If you go faster, you will travel through time!"

His 5 minutes were overdone, and the little white bird was almost out of breath, so he quickly cooled down for a while.

Joe Ward came back from the sky-eye state and sat in the hamster ball for a while to rest.

He looked at the dense city from a high altitude. The heroes were already in action, but the clown was still missing, still holding laughing gas and the remote control of the bomb in his hand.

This gave him a terrible premonition that the city would burn at any moment.

2-3 is still helping him sort out the amount of information in his brain. All the information that the brain considers secondary is only now returning to memory slowly and smoothly.

Qiao Ward sorted out with his eyes closed, and suddenly said, "Wait."

He turned on his mobile phone and poked open the Overwatch League account.

The latest tweet of the Overwatch League is still forwarding and sharing the progress of the death penalty bill.But under this tweet, a few seconds ago, there were many more comments.

@Kits·Carter: "I'm a dad, came to New York from Texas, and just got news from Little White Bird. Is there something that endangers the public? Does Little White Bird need my help?"

@Dan·Clive: "I'm a police officer on the scene. I've completed the mission of the little white bird 5 times. I saw the heroes recovering the mascot. Please tell me how I can help you."

@HousemanCharles: "I'm an ex-military and I've done the White Bird mission 7 times. If the White Bird can see this comment, please give me directions."

@Laurie Rupert: "I'm a student, emmm, I didn't take on the mission, but I escaped the battle scene twice under the guidance of the little white bird. If volunteers are needed to evacuate the crowd, please give me instructions."

@MatildaAnderson: "I'm nobody. I'm just a watchman, please give me directions."

Joward looked through silently, and said to 2-3: [Sometimes we should also learn from the main system. 】

The system was refreshed: [Learn!Ah, study what? 】

Joward: [Such as... grading the Watchers?Watchmen we feel are reliable, maybe they can be held more accountable? 】

In less than a minute, with the participation of the watchman, the speed of recovery suddenly accelerated.

In the face of a metropolis with nearly 5 million people squeezed into it, the recycling work is distributed in an orderly manner;

When Joe Ward took a short break for more than ten seconds and entered the Sky Eye state again, there were only 724 mascots that he could confirm that were still in the hands of the public.

Captain America: "Bomb recovered."

Batman: "How's the mascot going?"

Joe Ward hurriedly said: "Victory is in sight!"

The crowd below the hamster ball suddenly started cheering!

Startled, he quickly looked down.

It turned out that the marching army calling for the death penalty had arrived.

They held up all kinds of declaration cards and banners, and red balloons representing punishment and hope flew into the sky one after another.

Tianyan told him that the last mascot had also been recovered.

Sitting in the hamster ball, the little white bird let out a long breath.

He rarely uses the five-dimensional ability so frequently.

Now the brain is astringent, and there is a feeling of dizziness from overrunning.

But the cheers of the people made him feel relaxed.

He knows that with 2-3, he will not have any major problems, as long as he rests for a while, it will be fine.

Little Spider: "I've finished recycling here! But the sealed tin can that Mr. Stark gave me is full, and I still have a bag of mascots here. Where should I throw it?"

Black Widow: "Call the Mage."

Thor: "Hey, mage! Come here and open the door."

Doctor Strange was almost annoyed to death: "Can I remind you, gentlemen? My jurisdiction should not be in this area. Count it, how many doors have I opened for you?"

Everyone laughed in the public channel, talking about the last time the mage refused to go to Kansas to play, but then secretly opened the door and ran to eat corn, and was caught by Da Chao.

Batman: "—Balloon."

Little Spider: "What??"

Batman: "Watch out for balloons!"

Among so many heroes operating in New York, probably only Superman's ears caught the sudden and slight sound of air leakage.

"Hey..."

A rotten green condensed gas began to leak out from under the red balloon that filled the entire Washington Avenue!

Joward has been holding on to his heart since he got up this morning;

Now he couldn't imagine how the Dark Knight controlled the entire Gotham.

His first reaction was to manipulate the hamster ball and dive in the direction of the little spider closest to him.

As he expected, all the laughing gas was released at the same time; the bag of mascots in the little spider's hand, which he hadn't had time to recover, almost turned into a dark green cloud, enveloping the coughing young hero completely. .

Joward: [2-3, treatment! 】

System: [Received! 】

He opened the hamster ball in mid-air and caught the little spider that fell from the floor.

The hamster ball bumped and rolled onto the road.

Joward grabbed a handful of gas masks, opened the hatch and pulled the little spider out, and threw the mascot pocket into it, and the thick poisonous mist of laughing gas was sealed inside the hamster ball.

At least it won't make things worse when the entire neighborhood is shrouded in a thin green mist.

The little spider's mask was covered with a gas mask, and it was a bit difficult to breathe: "Help, doesn't he have another trick...?!"

Joward didn't have time to respond, he heard several ominous coughs coming from the communication channel.

Not to mention the ferocious laughter on the road one after another.

Joward: "I need a different vehicle!"

Tony: "...Wait, you didn't come out of a hamster ball, did you?"

Before the little doctor had time to explain, a steel armor passing by at a low altitude quickly landed, and the nanomaterials were tightly attached to his body, leading him to fly high into the sky.

Today, the opening frequency of Sky Eye mode has already exceeded his usual training and development level.

When the little white bird flitted over the heads of the people who inhaled the poisonous gas, and quickly treated his Chaoying friend, the brain began to feel a familiar pain.

Joward endured the pain: [Why can't we treat the people...? 】

System: [The host, the definition of [assistant], is someone who really wants to help you in his heart. Only they can get the healing effect—and, 2-3 thinks that the host's brain is overloaded with information, and we can no longer open the sky eye. 】

Joward ignored the second half of the sentence: [Then my watchmen should also be healed. 】

He overlooked the whole of New York, observed the movement of each hero, marked the shelter location for the protected people, and tried to lead the desperate crowd to the way of life in an orderly manner like every time before.

But the edge of his field of vision began to blacken suddenly, and his brain felt extremely painful as if hanging upside down;

He heard the sharp buzzing of the controller in his ear, and he knew it was an auditory hallucination, because he was not wearing a uniform today, and naturally he did not wear a controller.

The endless news from Little White Bird began to become more and more chaotic, lacking in words.

The sharp Gotham knight said something to the god on earth.

The metal armor covering the body of the little white bird suddenly changed its flight direction.It couldn't detect any brainwaves that could signal it inside the armor, so it went into auto-cruise mode.

The armor failed to cruise too far, and was hugged by the god of the world who flew towards him.

On the ground, a girl covered her mouth and nose with a parade flag, suppressing the itchiness in her throat, holding her mobile phone tightly as if she was holding a life-saving prescription.

There are too many ordinary civilians like her in the urban area who have received anti-terrorism drills, but have never experienced real swords and guns.

The guidance of the little white bird let her know what to do to make the laughing gas less deadly, understand where the heroes rescued, and understand what she should do at this moment;

For the crowd who are suddenly attacked and headless, it is like the whisper of God.

They trust him.

Such a large-scale biochemical terrorist attack and the high flow of information made the crowd as orderly as soldiers; several small stampede incidents were also timely controlled by the watchmen who received the mission.

But when she, like many others, was moved to a safe place by the heroes, they re-read the news and found that the whisper of God was gradually falling apart.

[Please survive. ]

This is his last message.

……

When Joe Ward woke up from a brief coma, a large flash of light flashed in front of his eyes, and for a moment he thought he was back on the night of the Gotham explosion.

Back when he was a powerless student with broken legs, sitting in a wheelchair and watching the hospital blow up behind him.

He struggled immediately, and then found that he was hugged by the god of the world, and Da Chao looked at him with a very solemn expression.

Joward's head hurts: [2-3, heal me. 】

System: [The treatment is complete. 】

Although it can't hear the tone, the wording is a bit fierce:

[Host, please remember. 2-3 is a symbiote with you, when the host loses consciousness, 2-3 will not be able to heal you well. 】

Joward didn't have time to answer it, and hurriedly said into the headset: "Sorry, I accidentally dropped the line just now. Is there any new—"

... Before he could finish speaking, the headset was pulled out by Da Chao.

He rounded his eyes.

The god on earth stared back, his eyes opened wider.

Joward wasn't guilty at all: "I was only slightly injured! And it was healed immediately! You and 682 have been beaten like that, and I haven't seen you off the line of fire..."

Dachao had a rare tough attitude: "I am me, you are you."

Dachao insisted on forcing him to go offline. Joward had just finished treatment, and he didn't dare to open the Sky Eye mode for a while, but fortunately, he still had the original system skills, so he said to 2-3: [Open Teammates are displayed to detect the status of the assister. 】

He was worried about the new changes in the situation during the short period of time he was in a coma—after all, this was a trick set up by the crime king, the clown.

If his assistant can't keep up, wouldn't his friends be injured again?

System: [Teammate display function has been turned on. 】

Joward: [Upgrade to 5 kilometers. 】

System: [The teammate display function has been upgraded. 】

At first, he thought he was wrong.

The place where Dachao hovered with him in his arms was a safe area away from the poisonous smog and resettled the people.

There are densely packed under the feet, all of them are people.

They form a golden ocean.

Joward: ?

He looked at Da Chao in front of him.

Around Da Chao's body was a faint golden light.

He is very familiar with this circle, as long as the teammate display function is turned on, he can use this circle of golden light to find the position of his assistant.

But what the hell was that brilliant golden light beneath his feet?

It's almost like everyone is glowing.

Joward: [2-3, help me check the status of the assistant. 】

The system was silent for a moment: [How many to detect...]

Joward was also silent for a moment.

[...How many assisters do we have within the range you can detect? 】

He originally wanted to know how far he was from the battlefield, and see if he could provide as much help as possible to the superheroes during the cooling time of Tianyan.

But the system said: [Within 5 kilometers from the host, the total number of [assistants]: 453. 】