[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

System: "Mission progress: 1487/1489."

Joe Ward: "Is it almost finished? Let's treat Batman first before the 2 points come in."

System: "Healing Assister [Batman] - spend 90% of the points, the treatment is completed, remaining points: 0."

Joward: "Actually, I just wanted to ask, your percentage healing algorithm doesn't seem to be a decimal? It's like I just had 4 points left. Dividing it by 90% should be 0.4, and it turns into 0 directly?"

System: "Yes. When the percentage is divided by points, the remaining points appear as decimals, and only the integer part is taken."

Joward: "Is the main system a profiteer?"

The system calmly said: "It is."

The last mission goal, walked out of the roller coaster tunnel, into the night rain of Gotham.

System: "Congratulations to the host for completing the S-level mission [Arkham Slaughterhouse]. Start liquidating reward points."

There was a sound of coins falling, and Joward waited for his 26531 points.

He waited for the system to announce the result of the clown, but after the system issued the basic reward points, there was no further action.

Joe Ward looked at the more than 2 dots on the floating screen. Even though the socket of his right eye after treatment was filled with blood and sticky, he suddenly cheered up.

He was also a little dizzy for no apparent reason.It should be that he inhaled a little poisonous gas before leaving, but the judgment of 50% battle damage has not been reached, so the system can't treat him.

Anyway, as long as the mission is successful, everything is fine.

Now he is like a rich man with a lot of money.

When he didn't have any points, he could treat them lavishly, anyway, barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes; but now these points are used for fighting Brainiac, he dare not use them indiscriminately.

"I think it's better for me not to move around. Just wait here until everyone's sleep is over."

He thought, ready to contact Tonini, but raised his left wrist, only to find that the watch had been blown off by the clown.But the things Tony made always like to be full of defenses in strange places. Although the various functions of the watch are no longer available, the blackened half of the metal strap is still hanging firmly on his wrist.

He put down his hand and asked the system to report the time.

Just now in the ground, he was nervous all the time, and he didn't notice how fast time passed; in fact, it took a lot of time to rescue more than 1000 people: this task took him more than an hour.

That is to say, now, the bat ball is about to end its dormancy; after he wakes up, in about 30-40 minutes, all the balls, including Da Chao, will all end their dormancy.

A full-scale counterattack against Brainiac will begin at that time.

Joe Ward: "System, how long will Batman wake up?"

System: "There are still 9 minutes."

Joe Ward: "Check his status again."

System: "Assist [Batman] injury degree: 20%. Sleeping."

Joward stood up from the pile of tents.

Joe Ward: "——how come there is still 20%? Didn't you have been treated just now?"

System: "Yes, 2-3 have already been treated. In this case, it is a dormant assistant who is still suffering damage at this moment."

Joward picked up the gas mask, which had washed the blood off in the rain, and quickly put it back on.

"Turn on teammate display. Keep checking on Batman. Report every 5% increase in his injuries."

He knew that no matter how powerful the Chaoying were, as long as they were dormant, they would not have any ability to protect themselves.

He didn't intend to go underground alone again, and wait for Tony to find the bat ball; but the system's report was almost in a hurry, and it sounded in his head one after another: "Assist [Batman] injury degree: 25 %."

"Helper [Batman] Injury Level: 30%."

"Helper [Batman] Injury Level: 35%."

He ran down the narrow iron ladder, taking three steps at a time, and the iron ladder made harsh and noisy creaking sounds all the way.

While running, a step stepped into the air, causing him to fall forward hard on the guardrail, and the gas mask was smashed to pieces.

Joe Ward ran to where Batman had fallen before.When he quickly turned on the flashlight and shone down, he understood why Batman had been bleeding.

The originally bottomless darkness under the iron ladder is now slowly being covered by the black water.Because of Gotham's torrential rain all night, now this secret structure hidden deep underground has begun to be flooded with rainwater.

If he left the batball alone, the dormant batball would simply drown under the high tide.

"Where are you?"

Joward murmured silently in his heart.He grabbed the railing with half of the grappling hook wrapped around it, and used his teammate display function to search every corner, holding his breath.

Joe Ward: "2-3, upgrade the teammate display function to 1000 meters."

System: "Upgrade the teammate display function, from 500 meters to 1000 meters. Spent points: 1000 points. Remaining points: 25531."

The teammate display function that instantly expanded the coverage allowed him to capture the position of the bat ball at once: it was at the other end of the experimental base full of human bodies and painted scarlet smiling faces.

The position of the bat ball is a small spot with golden light, which is about 10 meters below the floor of the experimental base by visual inspection.

Holding the scalpel in his pocket, he quickly walked through this terrifying experimental base, running all the way towards the glowing golden outline in his vision.

System: "Assist [Batman] injury degree: 75%."

Joward murmured: "I know, I know, don't report it, don't..."

The system stopped: "Okay, 2-3 understand."

Joward: "—No, keep reporting."

He jumped right above where the bat ball was, but there was still about 10 meters of floor and partition between them.There were still those bloody human bodies hanging above his head, but he couldn't see them at all—he could only see the golden silhouette with pointed ears that was close at hand.

"Where is the door?! Where can I go down?!"

He gritted his teeth and smashed the floor, and then quickly searched for every possible secret door in the experimental base—the heart that hadn't broken through the normal heart rate for a long time, at this moment was beating rapidly in his chest, very loud , let him feel that it resounded throughout the empty experimental base.

At this moment, the system made no sound.

2-3 is processing huge and complex data at the speed of light.Those bytes and codes are quickly converted in its "body", expanding its storage space-in order to ensure that the main system can monitor all hosts, the subsystems have always been able to directly retrieve data from the main system, and none of the subsystems , there will be the concept of "private storage space".

But it's 2-3 now.So it thought, it must be omnipotent.

The map of the last S-level mission was forcibly seized by it from the storage space of the main system, and then copied into its own storage space.It quickly analyzed all feasible routes, and then pulled a green navigation line between the host and the assistant.

After 2 seconds, the system: "Host, please check the map. At the end of the passage on your left is the drainage system room of the experimental field. You can reach the assistant through the worker's maintenance passage."

Without saying a word, Joward followed the green navigation line and ran at full speed.

The system continues to monitor the status of the helper.At the same time, there was a tiny fluctuation in its usually stable data flow.

It is a system that loves to learn.Sometimes when Joward is sleeping, it sneaks out and reads with the eyes of other hosts.

So it knows that this fluctuation is roughly equivalent to the "unease" of human language.

In recent hours, its violations have been too frequent.

Because no precedent has been found, it is not clear how a subsystem found to be abnormal will be treated.

Just as the system was silent, Joe Ward had already pried open the sewer opening in the drainage room, and jumped into the smelly water full of dirty blood, chemicals, and corpse mud.

The stinky water splashed away, making a loud noise in the sewer.

He guessed right, because the rainwater flowed backwards, and the underground sewers were already high tide.Now he was drenching waist-deep black water, pushing away all kinds of dirt floating on the water surface, running and swimming towards the position of the bat ball.

He squatted into the water and touched those small pointed ears with his hands.

"--bat!"

He picked up the bat ball lying on the bottom of the water and held it on the surface of the water.

For a few seconds, he stood there, holding a small bat ball in his hand, panting in silence.

Joe Ward: "2-3, 2-3, look at me, no, look at him first, am I—"

The system gently: "Yes, the host did it. The injury of the detection assistant [Batman] is declining, and it is recommended that the host perform emergency medical treatment first."

Joward looked up at the drain he had jumped from.He jumped very fast at that time, and he didn't put down the ladder. Now he staggered in the water and realized that his left foot was in severe pain. He didn't know whether it was sprained or broken.

However, the ball shape is quite convenient in this case.

He held the bat ball in his palm, and performed a simple drowning treatment with the other hand—it was not the first time he had performed cardiopulmonary resuscitation on the ball. After a few presses, the bat ball opened its eyes , coughing water in the palm of his hand, slowly turning over.

When the system handed out the task rewards, he was still worried; but seeing Batball open his eyes, Joe Ward was finally relieved.

He knew that this nightmare mission experience was finally over.

Joe Ward ran his finger down the bat ball that was spitting water, bent his blue eyes, and said happily: "Do you know the bat, we now have 25531 points! How should we use it? When fighting, can it be averaged? Distributed to 7 people, each with 3600 points—that is, 60 hours, and there are 331 points left, and then you fight Brainiac while I heal you, and then you can deal with the world in the extra time Mess all over the place?"

...That was really fun, and he couldn't help laughing as he thought about Brainiac's possible expression.

Then he saw the bat ball jumping towards him from his palm.

There was a shot in the sewer.

He was wearing body armor, but in the face of the shotgun on his back at almost zero distance, the body armor was useless at all.

He was sent flying by the huge impact, and flew several meters before hitting the wall of the sewer heavily. His shoulder broke with a snap, and then fell back into the water with a crash.

System: "The degree of the host's single injury exceeds 85%, the treatment—"

Joward fell to the bottom of the water and couldn't open his eyes, but after listening to the injury assessment, he calmly said, "Not now."

He calculated that if this 85% goes down, more than 25000 points will become more than 3000—then all previous efforts will be wasted.

Under the harsh situation of the fall of the origin and Brainiac's global tracking, it is difficult for them to have the opportunity to go out to do missions again; he cannot move these points until all the superheroes are restored to their original bodies.

His sanity returned due to the harsh battle situation, lying on the bottom of the sewage water where he couldn't see anything clearly, he still hadn't forgotten to take out the scalpel; but the shoulder to the collarbone had been broken on the wall, and he supported himself with one hand, After groping to move himself to the corner of the sewer - this move was almost killing him - to hide himself, and then barely let his mouth and nose out of the water.

In the dark sewer, there is an extremely terrifying scene.

The person with the shotgun was undoubtedly Bane.

But his appearance at this moment is very miserable: after a fierce battle with Batman, there is almost no intact flesh on his body; all the infusion pipes on his back have been cut off, and all his muscles have shrunk like a leaking balloon, wrinkled and attached to the body. on his skeleton.

He was enduring severe pain that the human brain could not bear, and he only had one breath left. Everyone thought that he was lingering on his last breath and would surely die, but he still followed him like a ghost.

In his inhuman body, only one last thought sustained his breath:

Before the end, he just wanted to beat Batman to death on the streets of Gotham like a dog.

System: "Host injury degree: 87%, treatment—"

Joe Ward: "2-3, I said—no."

System execution is interrupted.

Its data flow is showing more and more violent fluctuations, and then it analyzes the host's words and deeds, breaks through the instruction limit again, and makes a new execution action:

"Exchange time: 3600 minutes; exchange object: assistant [Batman]."

"Automatic setting - exchange time: 3600 minutes; exchange object: after the end of dormancy, all assistants."

……

For more than ten minutes, Joe Ward didn't seem to be in the sewers of Gotham, but in a room covered with white wool carpets.

The carpet is very soft.

When he stood on it with bare feet, all the soft fluff seemed to be kissing the soles of his feet.

A girl with disheveled hair was crying in front of him.

A few seconds ago, she broke into her room by mistake, then staggered and fell in front of him.

Behind her, in the doorway, is Hannibal in a suit and vest, his hair perfectly unruffled.

The girl was almost hoarse: "I beg you, please let me go - he eats people! God, he eats people! Please, just give me a call and let me call the police! Please -"

Joe Ward was confused.

The young man with red lips, white teeth, and delicate skin was raised, biting his lips and holding his hands, looking at Hannibal at the door uneasily.

Ever since Hannibal rescued him from his darkest days, from suicidal PTSD, from his indifferent relatives, he thought he couldn't live without this man ever again.

He was his doctor, his mentor, his guide, his light in the abyss—his god.

And in his memory of Hannibal, there is not a single detail or picture that can be related to the "cannibalism" howling in the girl's mouth.

But Joe Ward knew that Hannibal was a psychiatrist who would take on all kinds of mental patients.So he asked, "Doctor, does she need help?"

Hannibal said softly, "I can handle it, Joe."

He unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows, and bent over to grab the girl's wrist.

He didn't look particularly hard, but the girl screamed loudly as soon as he touched her.

Girl: "No - no - don't kill me, don't kill me! I won't tell anyone, I won't! Please, please let me go home - I want to go home, my parents still Waiting for me, I have a cat - please let me go home!"

Hannibal: "Your cat must be as cute as you are. Now let's go back to the counseling room, shall we? I don't want to sedate you, miss."

The girl struggled frantically with a hand and grabbed Joward's pajamas hem.

Girl: "Don't let him take me, please! He'll eat me! Just like he eats those people - God! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy! I saw it with my own eyes, he will kill Drop mine! I beg you to call the police!"

Joe Ward was a little overwhelmed by her screaming, and he took the girl's cold hand, trying to give her some encouragement: "Um...do you need a hug, miss?"

The girl looked at him with ashen eyes.

"I don't need fucking hugs! I don't need to!"

She suddenly had another attack, and a slap fell on Joward's face. Joward couldn't guard against it, and blood was drawn on the side of her mouth immediately by her nails.

"Kill me quickly! You two inhuman demons! Fuck you!"

Hannibal said calmly, "Now you've crossed the line, miss."

There was still a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold.

A sedative was administered, and the girl lost her voice.

Hannibal: "Show me your face, Joe."

He always spoke softly to Joward, and his voice was soft, and so were his movements.The man wiped the blood off his face with his fingertips, and said to himself, "I hope there will be no scars."

Joward looked obedient with his face up.One side of his face was swollen, but he couldn't help asking, "Will you cure her, doctor? Then she can go home to her cat and her parents?"

Hannibal smiled. "I will."

A kiss landed on his forehead, equally soft and soft.

"My pure little lamb, you are my treasure."

The girl's face - when the FBI threw a thick stack of photos of the victim in front of him like trash, he recognized it at a glance.

"If you're really innocent, why don't you justify yourself?"

Reid of the BAU once asked him this.

"Why do you have to write a whole page of 'sorry' on the back of the test questionnaire? You say sorry now, it's fucking useless! You're just like that ogre, extremely twisted and abnormal!"

The FBI, which was in charge of the test, threw the questionnaire on his face.

He knows it's useless.

But he still wanted to write.

The FBI took away his pen, and he sat on the stool in the detention room, quietly writing "I'm sorry" with his fingertips.Sometimes he couldn't bear it and fell asleep lying on the table, so he wrote "I'm sorry" on the wall of the detention room in his dream.

sorry.sorry.sorry.sorry.sorry.Even if no one is listening, no one knows, he wants to write.

At the age of 17, he met a hero who influenced his life. He thought that the next person to save him would also be a hero.

But God played a trick on him.

He meets a demon that affects his life.

"Joe."

A husky bass voice invaded his dreams.

"Stay with me."

So he woke up in the dark sewer.

His arms and legs stretched limply, hanging in the air empty-handedly.

He tried to breathe, then convulsed with pain.

Batman, who was climbing on the top wall of the sewer, stopped immediately.

On his hands and knees, there are special climbing hooks, which are now firmly buckled on the top of the sewer to separate from the rising tide of sewage below.

With Joeward held on top of him, he now drew two sturdy grapples from his belt to secure both himself and Joeward to the ceiling.

Joe Ward knew Batman was checking his status.He tried his best to endure the pain and breathe, and told him his own condition with the doctor's intuition: "I'm wearing a bulletproof vest, it should be because there are a few broken bones inside, and it won't get in the way if it doesn't touch the internal organs..."

As he spoke, blood started pouring from his mouth.

Batman was silent.

Holding his trembling little boy in his arms, he took out a tube of analgesic from his belt, pushed the needle lightly, and a small drop of the medicine fell on the sewage below.

Joe Ward said again: "Morphine is not good, there is a side effect of confusion. In a few 10 minutes, it is time to exchange time for everyone."

But Batman had already pushed him.

Joe Ward had to start talking non-stop.He hadn't discovered that the system hadn't made any sound since he woke up, nor had he detected any injuries.

Joe Ward: "I've been—we've been looking for you. We've lost a lot. We can't keep the origin anymore. I don't know where the captain is now, and I don't know what's going on with Erha Xia. Bry Nyack strikes again and Flash can't save everyone..."

Batman continues to crawl on the top wall.His figure was tall enough, and the little doctor was lying on his chest, firmly, like a cat lying on his chest.

Joe Ward: "The captain was injured, and I spent a lot of points treating him. Then I found Hugo and went to the madhouse to do the task-the task said that I should save more than 1000 people, and I saved them all. Cough, I am alone Done. Then the clown came out and I beat him off by myself."

He almost had "Why don't you praise me" written on his face.But Batman stopped again when he heard the Joker, fixed himself with his belt, and then took out a tiny flashlight to check Joward's eyes.

Batman: "You're poisoned."

Not just poisoning.When Batman examines his blue eyes, he finds blood in his right socket.Even though the glassy blue eyes looked unscathed now, he still guessed the tragic scene in an instant——

The Dark Knight closed his eyes and calmly fed Joward the antidote.

The pill was small and bitter, and Joward's mind was a little unclear, so he subconsciously wanted to spit it out secretly.

Batman probably wouldn't let him throw up.

I couldn't move my hands, so I blocked it with my mouth.

Joward was in a hurry: "I ate it, don't kiss me..."

Batman climbed for a long time.The level of the sewage below was getting higher and higher, but he finally touched a waterway that bent upwards—this meant that he would find a way to the ground.

The little doctor lying on his body was still muttering, but gradually, Batman began to lose his voice.

Now he was going to start climbing vertically.Batman checked Joward's injury again, and after strengthening the fixation, he wrapped his only unbroken arm behind his neck.

By the light of the miniature flashlight, he saw the little doctor staring at something lazily, with tears streaming down his eyes silently.

He fell into hallucinations again.

"Joe."

The Dark Knight called softly to his little boy.The hoarse and gentle voice poured hotly from the earholes.

"Hold my neck."

Then he saw the little doctor move and woke up again.

The little doctor looked at him quietly.

This is the darkest, dirtiest sewer in Gotham.

Except for a tiny flashlight, there is no light.

——But at this moment, it seemed that all the stars in the night sky of Gotham fell into those blue eyes.

The author has something to say: Well, the hug that was promised, is it sweet? (Lizard Escape.gif)