[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

Penguin was playing with a shiny gold coin with Luther's bald head printed on the front.

As he expected, when Batman appeared, Gotham was like a shriveled old woman who has been in a drought for a long time, and has been in turmoil until now.

Penguin, who just wants to make money, is different from those Gotham fans who celebrate the New Year, and he doesn't like it at all.

Penguin: "So, little brother, how do you plan to divide the work?"

Lex got into the car, his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly.The fucking penguin just reached his knee, but he likes to call other people's little brother everywhere.

Lex: "Give me the information, and I'll do it."

Penguin was happy to clean his hands: "Deal~"

Superheroes always lead to the same goal by different routes, while villains have their own ideals.

Lex Luthor is one of the provers of this truth.

His pattern is not comprehensible to penguins who suck up dollar bills.He is a philanthropist with billions of dollars in wealth and a human supremacist through and through.

In fact, many times, his actions are based on the premise of ensuring the safety of the citizens, which is why he won an outrageously high support rate in the metropolis and became the reason for the supreme governor of the metropolis.

But at the same time, Lex is also Superman's most troublesome enemy, bar none.

"Is Earth now a shelter for Kryptonian refugees? Obviously not. Especially with such warlike Kryptonians, who are constantly bringing powerful enemies and disasters to Earth- no offense, I just find it very curious, when you Your parents and children died in the battle of Superman, can you still worship your 'god on earth' with a clear conscience?"

In numerous public speeches, he mentioned the truth that "people who are not of my race must have different hearts".

He's so proud of the greatness of human civilization, but it's driving him crazy that the humans he loves - and part of them - are following a powerless alien.

Lex's methods against Superman are also rapidly becoming paranoid and crazy. From the expulsion at the beginning, to the current killing at sight, even after Superman joined the Zhenglian, he regarded the entire Zhenglian as his enemy——

And now, he has a new goal.

"Young male, brown hair, blue eyes (light), height between 177-181, with a certain degree of medical knowledge. Settled in New York State, or Baltimore and surrounding areas."

While driving, Lex quickly combined clues in his brain with a level nine intelligence.

The most regrettable thing is that the kid in Gotham didn't hear his name, only heard a vague address: what a treasure or something.

He sneered.It seems that the relationship with Zhenglian is quite good?

Penguin: "Is there a lack of clues? Do you want me to find this person or something?"

Lex: "I'll deal with this person."

The Gotham villain's simple and rough style of doing things has always made him very unhappy.He had no doubt that if this mysterious boy fell into the hands of Penguin, his bones would be gnawed away within two days.

If he can be captured alive, the ideal situation is to catch all the heroes behind him.

Lex had waited far too long for this opportunity.Just thinking about this thought made his spine tingle with excitement.

Penguin: "There is another message from Hydra. But..."

He let out a series of creaking, obscene laughs over the phone.Lex resisted the urge to yank off the bluetooth headset and throw it out the car window.

Lex: "Sometimes I'd rather do business with a clown. Cut the crap and make an offer."

Penguin snorted coldly: "The clown was buried alive by us, are you talking about business with ghosts?"

Lex: "Don't be too confident."

They negotiated the price on the phone, Penguin: "Hydra is investigating a kind of... mutants? They seem to have something called a 'system', which can greatly strengthen their Combat power, but according to the people who were tortured, they must exchange equivalent value with the 'system' in order to obtain this ability."

Lex rolled his eyes.

"Got it." He said and hung up the phone.

The American team in the origin also took off their headphones.

He propped one small hand on the console, and squeezed the space between his brows with the other.He was a little tired from listening for a long time, but his blue pea eyes were gentle and determined.

The bat did not return overnight.He flew the little bat plane all over Gotham, and placed tens of thousands of monitors in the gathering places of the villains and their homes.He came back at dawn, and after connecting the console and the monitor, he locked himself in the small room at the origin and never came out again.

These small rooms have dedicated bathrooms and mattresses for balls, and balls who are resident at the origin can choose to rest here.

The move is slightly out of character for a batball.Even Tonini, who usually bickers the happiest, leaned over and quietly asked the US team: "Did he overturn? Don't be injured, you'd better not talk about it."

Butler: "Gentlemen, Qiao Bao is here."

The US team quickly turned off all monitoring channels.

The little doctor with a red schoolbag poked his brown-haired head in.The first thing he saw was the plague doctor in the center of the origin, locked in tempered glass and several layers of magic circles.The epidemic doctor was sitting in a squatting position hugging his knees, exuding a dejected and decadent aura.

Joe Ward: "..."

He put the breakfast on the original table, then took out a still warm blueberry scone, and threw it in from the top of the cage.

"flutter."

The blueberry scone smashed the plague doctor's beak.The epidemic doctor picked it up silently, not knowing where he ate it from, and Si Kang lost a small bite in his hood.

Epidemic doctor: "I ask for a cup of warm Assam tea, and good sweet cream."

Joward: "...I'll go buy it."

Tonini: [Ignore him.This guy is so demanding, he even asked to dissect me last night. ]

Joward looked at the plague doctor.The plague doctor held half a scone in his hand and looked at him. Hearing that Joward said he would buy it for him, he took a small step forward expectantly. The bird's beak accidentally knocked on the glass, making a crisp sound. .

Joe Ward: "...I'd better go buy it."

The plague doctor was very grateful: "Good doctor, obviously you are not the same as these people who treated the captives roughly. I promise you, I will definitely let you get rid of the threat of the plague-my treatment is effective."

Joward: "..." Please don't kill me.

The strange ball will not be at the origin most of the time - he opened a portal for himself and went to guard the temple in Greenwich.Before leaving, he asked Joward for two hours of body time every day.

Joe Ward: "Uh, two hours a day?"

Captain America: [It won't be a long-term situation.It's just that the battle in the magic world has become more intense recently. ]

Qiqiball has not yet learned the ball language, and it was conveyed by the US team:

First of all, for a mage, there is a price to pay for using magic-just like a physical warrior hits a punch, and the face of the fist will suffer the impact.

A supreme mage like him has powerful mana himself, which is enough to balance the output of mana. However, once the ball is changed, the balance becomes difficult-to put it simply, the blue bar shrinks a lot.

In the past few months of changing the ball, the dark dimension has never stopped attacking the earth. The magic world has lost a large number of excellent battle mages.

He needs to do too many things, use large magic to strengthen the temple again and again, retrieve the lost Eye of Agamotto, and fight against the dark dimension-these are all things that the Zhenglian and the Avengers have no way to support, they can only be supported by him Fight alone.

Tonini: "These time points are considered our shared property, and there is nothing wrong with you using them. But if you are going on a date with that beautiful nurse lady, isn't two hours a little longer?"

Strangeball frowned: "We--not--that--relationship! And I won't spend my time on things that have nothing to do with the real business!"

Batball: "You can use it. But when we need you, you must also be in time to support."

He stayed in the small room all morning, and suddenly appeared behind the balls, scaring the little spider to bounce the whole ball.

Strangeball: "Deal."

When the US team saw the bat ball, out of concern for their teammates, they asked him, "Are you injured?"

Batball shook his head and went back to the plague doctor's cage.

He knows Gotham like the back of his hand, and he knows the weaknesses of every villain by heart, but when he meets the Joker and his gang, he always seems to stumble in unexpected places.

Last night, he patrolled Gotham for a long time. Taking advantage of the more concealed advantages of the ball shape, he installed the monitor in his hand in places where he thought he could obtain important information: chaotic taverns, gangsters' strongholds, and port workers resting. chamber, and of course Penguin's municipal office.

Then, when the bat ball was hiding in the ventilation duct of a certain tavern, Harley Quinn, carrying a baseball bat, kicked open the tavern door.

Harley Quinn giggled and spit bubbles, her eyes with bright eye makeup were full of coldness: "I'm sorry babes, there are people among you who participated in killing Pudding, so who is going to kill Pudding today?" You can't get out alive."

The sound of smashing wine bottles, cursing, and crushing heads filled the entire tavern. Batball turned a deaf ear to it and continued walking in the ventilation duct, looking for a good place to place a bug.

Then Harley Quinn waved her hand and threw it down, a pungent smell spread quickly and rushed straight into her nostrils.

Batball had anticipated her move, and he knew the ingredients of the poisonous gas commonly used by Harley Quinn. He took out a universal detoxification needle from his belt, first injected himself, and then continued to work with his head down.

But this time it was not the poison gas bomb that was shattered.

The little dark knight slipped under his feet, almost like a pinball, slipping down the ventilation duct and into the wine glass on the bar.Frowning, he grabbed the outer wall of the ventilation pipe with two pairs of bat claws, and then put a filter tube in his mouth.

Harley Quinn: "Ooooooooops! I'm sorry, I took the wrong one and smashed the little cutie I used to play with pudding~"

The pitted bat ball: "..."

Strong aphrodisiac?

Although the filter tube was used in time, he still inhaled a lot.Strong willpower allowed him to calmly install the bug and return to the Batplane, and then the part of the memory that belonged to Brucey's baby surged vividly in his mind.

He saw the huge soft bed at Wayne Manor, rolled with tangled flesh.A soft scent of a woman.Red lips touching the earlobe.A love story between ears and temples.The bleak Gotham night is moving away from him, and the ambiguous bed wraps him in softness.

He saw bare backs and sweet waistlines filled with cursive English written by other men.The tattoo melted on the milky white flesh like water, flowing down the direction of the tailbone, flowing into the bottom of the unspeakable secret valley, and flowing into places beyond sight.He broke them apart roughly, and a black bat imprint slowly opened its wings.

"Bat..."

A voice was panting softly, crying with persecution and shame.

"...Bat cave..."

Then a huge electric current came from the bat suit, which knocked him awake instantly.

The Batplane's communicator was beeping.

Ah Fu: "Young master, the suit shows that your heartbeat and brain power are abnormal. I followed your instructions and activated the emergency wake-up device. Are you okay?"

Batball was silent for a while, and replied to him: [Do it again. ]

Afu: "..."

The second electric current almost made his muscles spasm, but the powerful reason belonging to Batman returned to his brain again.

So just like every time in the past, the calm Gotham Knight quickly activated all the monitors, connected to the origin, and discussed the next step with the leader of the Avengers.