[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

It was not difficult for Nightingale to enter the mutant manufacturing base.

Compared with before, the number of patrols and the level of vigilance in the base have changed significantly.

——Not less, but more.

They dispatched so many artificial mutants at one time, logically speaking, this is a time when there is a serious shortage of manpower, and the current situation is very abnormal.

No no no, we should add another premise.

If their goal is really Arkham, this situation is very abnormal.

On the contrary, this is normal.

Because their greater purpose is still hidden in this base, and the mutant crowd that has alarmed the entire Gotham City are just forwards to divert attention.

Nightingale licked her lower lip lightly, and stepped on the silver-white ground soundlessly.

——There is no reflection of her on the ground as smooth as a mirror. If someone turns their eyes at this moment, they will find that there are only mutual reflections on both sides of the long passage and on the ceiling.

She appeared here, but it seemed to be just a piece of light air.

It's like the line of guards patrolling with guns, "turning a blind eye" to the brunette girl standing generously on their left.

And the latter ignored them as a matter of course, and used them to open the gaps of one area isolation door after another to quickly move inward.

In addition, she obtained the map information by manipulating the brain of a team leader a few days ago...

Simulating the nearest road map into a three-dimensional image in his mind, Nightingale walked through these maze-like corridors like walking in a small garden on the top of his attic.

——but her small garden is quiet enough that under normal circumstances there won't be some muscular guy twirling and jumping in mid-air showing off his biceps.

Looking at the red hood who flexibly used the pure black double sticks to fight with the whole squad, Nightingale was not angry when he was blocked.

She crossed her arms and leaned against the silver-white wall to observe the young people's battle.

Only one day later, the Red Hood who fought her last night seemed to be a completely different person.

His body is still vigorous, his flexibility and sense of strength have not changed much after a day - what has changed is his whole breath.

The Red Hood last night was like the sharp claws she had encountered before, like a sharp but dull knife.

And tonight, even through the hood and the red hood, Nightingale can still feel the tyranny of the young people under the mask.

——This knife is burning.

Unlike Batman, who is known to adhere to the "don't kill principle", the second-time reborn Red Hood is even more unruly and unruly.

He killed almost every move, more like the villain himself than the people he beat up.

At least four people in this team have lost their voices.

Most of them died of ruptured internal organs, but did not spew blood to soil the scene.

The reddened and blackened blood was hidden under the broken bones, and their whole bodies seemed like blood balloons that would burst with a poke.

And the red hood standing among the flowers of flesh and blood, against the backdrop of the surrounding environment, looked like a dangerous creature that had escaped from a cage, slowly retracting its stick.

He took out a strange black bottle from his arms, tilted the bottle, and poured a drop of colorless liquid on the pile of corpses.

Pale flames immediately spread along the body, burning away the blood that hadn't exploded yet.

Under the mask, Nightingale raised her eyebrows.

Batman invited Professor X to release Jason Todd's brain domain control, which was expected by her.

But why is he here...here when he should be so focused on getting Batman into trouble?

She looked at the back of the red hood opening the next floodgate after the corpses and traces were wiped out, and she wondered in her heart whether the court of owls was also involved in this matter.

——Because the path the other party took without hesitation almost overlapped with the path she had planned.

This coincidence made Nightingale a little puzzled, so he followed him directly.

The time for Nighting to gain a firm foothold on the road is not too long. For example, during the period when the Court of Owls got the second-generation Robin, the business scope of the bar was relatively narrow, so the truth about the death of the second-generation Robin was missed.

Nightingale didn't know why they didn't send Red Hood as Talon until years later.

But she knew that the owl court who had not waited for the return must know that the assassination plan had failed, and would not let their secret claws wander outside.

In other words, Jason is a big red target at the moment, and he is blingblingly emitting "Come and catch me" Omega pheromone around her destination.

It can be said to be a model of kindness repaying hatred :)

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"Hey, let me tell you...it's so quiet in the base today that I'm a little panicked."

Hodge, the captain of the patrol squad who had been in control but had no idea that he had been in control, rubbed his arms uneasily, then extended his elbow and bumped the side arm of the deputy captain beside him.

The deputy captain was yawning, and the white mist from his yawn made the mask of the protective suit white.

Hearing the captain's muttering, he resisted the urge to yawn and responded: "After all, those reptiles have been sent out. It's normal to be quiet when there are so many living creatures missing."

Hodge was silent for a while: "...Maybe. Everyone cheer up! After tonight, you can have a good rest!"

In the past few days, for the sake of the organization's plan, even members of their patrol team have been arrested and sent to various departments to serve as strong men. The original patrol mission has intensified again, and everyone is miserable.

Of course, Hodge knew what would happen to those semi-finished monsters that were more ferocious than the next generation, but the dollars given by the base easily blew away the little guilt in his heart.

Who would have trouble with green bills?

Just do this vote again.he thinks.After this big event, he returned to Spain, back to his home far away from Gotham, filled with the laughter of his wife and children.

After tonight, he can make up a better anniversary gift for his wife, after all, he rarely comes home once a year.

And buy a limited-edition figure for the eldest son and younger daughter—they love that.

What happened in America, what the hell does it have to do with him?

Thinking like this, the big Spanish man lost his drowsiness in an instant, pulled up his guns, and walked to the next patrol area.

——It seems to be getting closer and closer to the territory of the red-haired mutant.

Thinking that after tomorrow, he would no longer need to see that man's stinky face, his steps became a little lighter.

Hodge, immersed in vigilance and joy, didn't notice...

In other words, the entire team and the tampered monitoring did not "see":

The dark and muscular figures are like light flying creatures, and behind them cast a cold and appraising gaze.

The author has something to say: Personally, I have always been used to writing at night, but recently I feel that Xiu Xianxiu has lost his mind...

I plan to try to go to bed early for a period of time, and then update in the morning [I set the Hu Hanting flag

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