[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

"Alright...alright..."

Nightingale was digesting the information, and her brain was running fast.

"I have one last question."

"...how did they control him?"

Alger's expression was a bit ugly: "The base never trusted me, I can only tell you my guess."

"Posey...no, [source]...[source] is the source of all mutant abilities in this base."

"The Posey we knew back then should be the newborn consciousness produced by [Source] who escaped from the control of the base. Through certain methods, he got rid of the control and search means of the secret organization."

"—I don't know exactly what this method is, but I guess it may have something to do with the fact that we know Percy as an ordinary person."

"The bombing of Gotham Hospital was the result of the clown's collaboration with the secret organization that had controlled [source] since World War I and later changed its appearance into an MMP base."

Speaking of the clown Nightingale pinching her fingertips, she felt a sharp pain, which is her habitual small action to adjust her mentality.

"After being brought back to the base in Bludhaven at the time, Percy was forced to create mutants for the base by controlling his original core of power."

"It was in that situation that I got my abilities mixed in with a pile of smuggled "corpses"—I thought I was going to die when the accident happened, but Percy controlled the search team that went out to pick up the corpse and saved me .”

Speaking of this, the red-haired man's violent and inhuman face softened a little because of its sharp edges and corners.

"Anyway, it was already too late when those people discovered my identity. They couldn't kill me, and they couldn't bear my ability, so they could only hold back their disgust and let me dangle in front of them."

"Posy's consciousness has been intermittent in recent years, and his memory has also been lost. What he can tell me is limited."

"But I guess he's watching you too, even though he never mentioned it to me... Birdie, we know you can find a way to be free on your own."

Nightingale felt a tingling and tingling warmth, which seemed to add some warmth to her memories of the most muddled years since ten years ago.

She is not ignorant of good and bad, she knows that she may not be able to do anything well under such circumstances, but rationality and sensibility are two different things.

As soon as she thought about the ten years of freedom and control that Percy and Alger had been forced to lose, the cruelty and hatred in her heart that originated from the loss of her love and was brewed by the black street life surged like poisonous juice.

There was a tight pain in her chest, and even her fingertips began to tremble slightly.

That power, that power wants to write something...

Nightingale lowered her eyelids, and she didn't know that the cobalt blue in those eyes faded quickly as if washed from an angle she couldn't see.

A few strands of golden strands, like melted amber, eroded inward along the edge of the pupil...

At the same time, a burst of energy fluctuations that were as turbulent as a wave and as imperceptible as silk surged out from under Nightingale's boots.

As close as Alger standing in front of her, as far as the Dark Knight who was trying to communicate with Superman, and as far away as fighting the enemy hard but suddenly found that there was no such thing as "beating Batman until he was covered in blood" The enemy of Superman...

They all shivered as if they felt something.

"...Little bird?"

Alger reached out to break Nightingale's shoulder, the latter was startled by him, subconsciously raised his head, his cobalt blue eyes were as clear as ever: "What's wrong?"

She looked the same.

The red-haired man frowned, wondering if he should doubt his perception just now.

But Nightingale looked the same except that he was in a bad mood. He could only temporarily put aside his doubts, and walked out with his arms around her shoulders:

"...Nothing, let's go find Percy."

……

Clark Kent knew he was different from adolescence.

He knows that he is the only Kryptonian left in the universe, he knows how powerful his race was once, he knows the glory and decline of the past, and he knows... his magic resistance is low.

It's so low that people and gods are indignant.

So when Superman discovered that a certain mysterious wave came over and washed away Batman who was not only fighting bloody battles but also saying "get out of my Gotham" in front of him, his heart was actually filled with a feeling of "that's it! ..." feeling.

Because he had just bombarded the deserted stock exchange for a long time with his super vision and fist strength, the lead layer and steel bars at a depth of more than ten meters underground were curled up, revealing the silver-white passageway of over-modern high-tech.

Many guards wearing strange protective clothing rushed out from the end of the passage with guns and weapons on their shoulders. After seeing the person coming, there was a loud noise: "...it's Superman!"

"Why the hell did he come to Gotham?!"

"What about the psychics at the base?"

"Stop rushing forward and let the ones behind get the kryptonite..."

Oh... kryptonite.Clark raised an eyebrow.He heard it.

Just as they were about to tear down the entire base before they got the kryptonite out, there was a rustling sound from the dropped Justice League communicator: "Superman."

The low hoarse and slightly sullen voice naturally belongs to the Justice League consultant who worries about daily unhappiness.

Clark preempted him with a guilty conscience: "I saw you underground, B, you need me... No, can I help you open the way?"

"No." Batman refused quickly, but before the big man could pull his doggy eyes, the former added, "It will be useful to you later, but now, the more you attract attention outside, the more The better."

The dog's eyes instantly lit up with a "boo-!".

"Roger that!"

……

Inside the base, the dark knight who released his finger on the communicator retracted his gaze, and said in a deep voice, "[Source] has a strong mind control ability, you shouldn't be here."

There were only two people present, and although Bruce seemed to be talking to himself, everyone knew who he was talking to.

Red Hood next to him let out a loud sneer.

After laughing, he simply stepped over the "corpse" that was stunned and stunned on the way, and strode forward.

The bloody uniform skipped in front of Bruce, but the latter's hand suddenly grabbed his arm.

One wasn't gripping hard enough, and the other wasn't struggling hard enough.

"...I'm not teaching you a lesson."

Batman sighed deeply, and with a weary look, gave in.

"Closer is the core area, we are going the same way, aren't we?"

"..."

quite a while.

"Hey, who is on the same road as you?"

The stubborn 200-jin strong man made a muffled, dismissive voice under the mask.

Then he broke away from Batman's hand, and walked to the right side of the main entrance to the core area, which should be more than ten meters away, fiddling with something on the mirror-smooth wall.

A dark green projection unlocker floated on the surface of the wall, and the red hood's fingers moved quickly, taking out the fingerprints, irises, and genetic samples prepared in advance and passing the tests one by one.

The wall slid away silently.

A narrow passage leads to what seems to be an infinite depth underground, and the cold air smells of metal, potion, and blood.

Red Hood went down first.

——As if he didn't care whether there was anyone following behind him.

At the same time, the channel went down a hundred meters.

Nightingale, who was led by Alger, seemed to notice something, and raised his head.

It was as if he saw the guests behind him through the dark and deep corridor.

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