dhibooks Chapter 108
Chapter 108
Song Mo had a very long dream, and when he gradually woke up from the dream, what he saw was the familiar European-style big bed curtain above his head.
He opened his eyes and lay on the bed, after a long time.
"Bunya?"
It seems that it was just repaired, and the electronic voice in my head sounded a little fuzzy: "You are awake."
No matter what, I haven't seen each other for several days, and the core brain rarely wants to say a few more thoughtful words, and then he "sees" the captain who is lying on the bed. Spreading to the ears, he stretched out his hands from under the quilt and held his face.
"Bangya, I had a dream."
Even the voice became more beautiful.
Bangya looked at the expression on Song Mo's face, and all the thoughtful words were thrown into the dog's belly at this moment.He didn't think he wanted to hear much about that dream.
Song Mo cupped his face and said, "I dreamed that Batman was sitting on the bed and telling stories to me when I was seven years old." He paused, and when Bangya's dream sounded quite normal, he added, "The kind that is not suitable for children."
Bangya: "???"
Bunya: "There is a saying that dreams and reality are opposite, Captain."
He didn't know what Song Mo thought of because of his words, the young man rolled on the spot: "No, I'm only seven years old!"
Bangya: "..."
The core brain doesn't want to continue this topic: "If you think you can still stand up now, you have many other things to deal with."
Obviously Song Mo is not really someone who will be dazzled by love, and it is still this kind of unrequited love that can only be selfish and lewd.He buried his head in the pillow, took a deep breath and sat up from the bed: "Is there any news from Osborne?"
"Fortunately, you can still think of him now." A virtual light screen followed him appeared in front of the young man, on which were all the text messages, missed calls and forwarded voicemails he had received in the past few days. Got blown away by Harry Osborn, and there are Professor's, Scott's, Jean's, Peter's, by the way."
"And Ethan Bennett's."
Song Mo scratched his messy hair: "Go back to him and get out."
After the young man changed his clothes, he saw the prepared towel and toothbrush in the bathroom as expected. After a simple wash, he walked out the door familiarly.It was seven o'clock in the morning in New York time. If he guessed correctly, Alfred could only appear in one place in the manor at this point.
The kitchen was filled with a strong aroma, mixed with the smell of healthy vegetable soup. The old butler was stirring the thick soup in the pot in front of the stove, and turned his head to look at the door after hearing footsteps behind him.
"Are you awake?" Alfred's voice was as gentle as ever, "I made breakfast."
The old butler said that he filled a plate of creamy bacon soup from another pot, freshly baked bread was placed in a basket on the dining table, and a stack of butter was next to it. Song Mo said thank you, and sat on the chair to pick it up. spoon.He looked at the back of the old housekeeper cooking vegetable soup, hesitated for a moment and asked, "Bu——"
"Where's the boss?"
"He's still resting." Alfred glanced at the wall clock on the wall, "The Houkai energy seems to have caused some damage to his nerves, but fortunately, it's not a big problem, at most it made him become weak in the past two days. It’s just sleepy. In a way, this is also a good thing. In the past two years, it’s rare for me to see him sleep for a few days in a row.”
As the old butler said, he heard the sound of the metal spoon being placed on the dinner plate. He turned his head and saw Song Mo looking at him.
Alfred immediately understood what the young man meant without needing to communicate. He put the lid on the vegetable soup pot and said with a smile, "As long as you don't wake him up."
The young man stood up from the chair at once, stopped at the door of the master bedroom, pressed the handle and gently pushed the door open.
The room was very quiet, and even breathing could be heard. The curtains were not closed, and the already bright sky was shining in from the window. The man was lying on his side on the bed with his back to the window, without his shirt on, and he did not wrap those clothes around. Bandages, half of the chest and the entire arm were exposed outside the quilt, and the smooth muscle lines were covered with various hideous wounds.
I don't know if it's because the light is too bright, Bruce frowned, and he didn't seem to be sleeping very well.
In addition, he was fine as Alfred said, and he did not experience the irreversible rejection reactions that would occur in most ordinary people after being eroded by Houkai energy, such as any mutations in the skin or blood vessels , or simply all the muscles in the body have shrunk so that only one brain remains.
Even Bangya has to admit that he is indeed a rare earthling with enough willpower to resist the erosion of Honkai with willpower alone.
"Maybe he has some very strong thoughts in his heart." The core intelligence brain said in Song Mo's mind.
"Of course." Song Mo walked lightly to the window, carefully closed the curtains, and also replied in his mind, "He wants to catch all the criminals in Gotham in Arkham, I bet this idea is absolutely strong gone."
Heavy curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the room became dark again.Song Mo stopped in front of the sleeping Bruce Wayne, squatted down, and after confirming that the other party did not have any abnormal state.
He calmly took the storybook from the bedside table.
"May I take this with me, Mr. Alfred?"
Five minutes later, the young man who reappeared in the manor's kitchen was holding the storybook in his hand, and Alfred looked at the black bat logo that was almost covered on the cover of the storybook.
Alfred: "Of course, those were originally bought for you."
Song Mo: "Thank you!"
In the first week after Mandate invaded Earth, superheroes and villains alike went into a tacit truce mode, and it was clear that everyone had more to do than face off again after both sides had suffered considerable losses. things to do.
For example, the New York branch of the abyss chaebol who had just built a site next to the Hydra headquarters, and spent US dollars to build several technology buildings with more than [-] floors.
"Is Eredar still here?" The Second Baron Zemo glanced at his watch, "Is something wrong with him on the way?"
The two were in the chairman's office on the top floor of the abyss chaebol. Harry Osborn stood in front of the French window, holding the lion-headed cane in his hand: "What can happen to him."
Zemo was noncommittal.
Regarding the fact that the titular boss of the second-generation Abyss Alliance inexplicably disappeared for a week after the war, almost everyone knows that Eredar put the chip that finally controlled the battle situation, so the alliance executives released Eredar In the process of placing the chip, he was wounded in the fight with the enemy Valkyrie, and he needed to rest. The real reason was only known to them, the high-ranking members of the alliance, although Harry Osborn had told him verbally.
It was Song Mo who was taken back to Gotham by Batman afterwards to recuperate—yes, after confirming a complete cooperative relationship, there is no need for the second-generation clown to hide his true identity in front of the partner.
Although Zemo doesn't know why Batman, as a deadly enemy, would allow a clown to stay in his home to recuperate.
There was a strange engine sound from the protruding circle of tarmac on the top of the Abyss Alliance. Half a second later, a small cruiser engraved with the Mandate of Heaven canceled its optical stealth mode and appeared in front of the two of them.
A second-generation clown with a green wig and a purple suit jumped off the cruiser.
It became the most eye-catching highlight of the abyss chaebol building in which the basic color of the whole building is black or gray.
The eyes of the second-generation baron, who thought his aesthetics were fairly normal, were shaken by the pair of shiny silver leather shoes under his feet.
"Hey, friends." The second-generation clown stepped forward and gave them an old friend's hug, "Long time no see." He lowered his head and glanced at his watch, "Let's go straight to the topic, I don't have much time, at most I can only stay here Stay for half an hour."
Probably the only eredar in the entire alliance dared to speak to them like this.
The blond young man in a decent suit opened the unlocked door of the office with a cane in his hand, and the clown and Baron Zemo followed him side by side: "What's the situation in Destiny now?"
Compared to the demeanor of the two young masters, the clown seemed a lot presumptuous: "I don't know, but even Durandal was captured—" He thought of Otto himself who even appeared in Gotham yesterday, although It's just the energy body, "At least on the surface, it seems that their situation should be terrible."
Harry Osborn pressed the elevator: "We're going to raise an army."
The second-generation clown: "It's up to you to decide. Everyone knows that I'm not that good at this."
It's not just bad at it.Baron Zemo Jr. glanced at the clown beside him.If he is clear, after he verbally formed the second-generation abyss alliance, he and Aoba have never managed anything other than being the boss and providing scientific and technological materials. Osborne took care of it, but Osborne didn't speak up, so of course he couldn't complain.
The three walked into the elevator, and the clown next to him suddenly said, "That's right, Helmut."
It has been a long time since no one called Zemo by name, and Baron Zemo was taken aback for a moment: "What are you doing?"
The air behind the second-generation clown fluctuated, and he took out a cane from the red and white mech armor behind him, which was obviously just finished, with a little sawdust still on the varnish, and handed it to the The little baron in front of him: "Consolidate our cooperative relationship, baron, don't be too moved, you also know that these are just some necessary scenes and politeness."
On the cane is a statue of an argali head. Judging from the hair of the statue and the lines on the huge curly horns on both sides of the head, the sculptor must have put in a lot of effort.
The clown raised the eagle-headed cane in his hand, and grinned at the second-generation baron. His big red lips, the second-generation baron, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and always had a serious smile, did not recover from this sudden gift, nor did he. Subconsciously hooked the corners of his mouth, and then quickly put away his smile after realizing it.
He propped himself on the ground with his cane.
Forget it.
The total number of people in the second-generation Abyss Alliance is not a quarter of that of Hydra.
It's not bad for him to help out a little bit.
Until the three of them arrived at the munitions manufacturing warehouse underground of the abyss chaebol, and the second generation of Zemo temporarily left the small group due to some technical problems encountered by his subordinates, the clown expressed his opinion in Osborne's ear with mixed feelings: "I used to Why didn't you find him so easy to coax?"
Osborn also echoed in a rare way: "Old Zemo taught him that he can only read."
The completion of the Abyss chaebol branch took less than half a month, and the completion of the huge arsenal made the clown once again lament the incomparable superpower that only dollar bills have.
Osborne did not stop, and was still leading the clown to a deeper place in the arsenal.The clown looked at the battleships and aircraft carriers parked around him. From the outside, their technological level was not high, but he couldn't stand to win with quantity. He couldn't help asking, "Do you want to rule the earth?"
Harry Osborn turned his back to him: "Rely on these warships? You underestimate the Avengers too."
Joker: "Perhaps add a Hyperion?"
Osborne raised his eyebrows: "A Hyperion that is almost scrapped?"
Before getting on the plane, Bangya showed the clown what Huberian looked like through remote monitoring.After the Destiny's Hyperion Gai exploded, Durandal immediately issued an order for a logistical retreat. SHIELD and the Avengers lost the ability to stop the golden battleship in a short time after the war. Ben drove the Hyperion to commit suicide and knocked the Destiny's transport aircraft carrier off the flight track, which resulted in the almost complete annihilation of Destiny's army this time.
The price was that the first generation of Huberian was also smashed into pieces.
God knows what Bangya felt when he saw the broken aircraft carrier on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, that cold iron-blooded mechanical voice almost didn't cry on the spot.
The clown was expressionless: "I don't deny your outstanding contribution in that battle, young master, but you can at least put it mildly."
Harry Osborn tactfully: "The control core and apron were smashed, and even the warships and aircraft carriers were damaged as high as [-]% of the scrapped Hyperion?"
Clown: "...Are you doing Chinese expansion questions?"
The young master smiled: "I will find someone to fix it for you."
He stopped at the far end of the armory, a closed metal door in the wall.Osborne bowed his head to enter the password, and continued: "After all, the most important thing Osborne Pharmaceuticals lacks now is money."
After finishing speaking, the password was entered, and the metal door slowly opened to both sides.After seeing the scene inside.
The second-generation clown felt that the scale of the arsenal outside was at best a play.
The ground floors of the five buildings of the Abyss chaebol are all opened up here, including the Hydra hangar directly opposite, and the six arsenals of a large enough size are combined together. If you want to use words to describe the size of the space, the clown can only Can think of a sentence.
This is about the size of three Gotham Expos.
The founder of the World Expo would never have imagined that the Gotham World Expo, which he is proud of, would one day become a unit of measurement for these super-rich people.
There are not many mechas in the arsenal, and many of them are just a prototype of the mecha placed on it according to the space plan, but from the prototype here, the clown can see the shadow of the highest technology of Hydra and the abyss chaebol, and——
Inspired by the Heavenly Father, the improved reduced immovable fortress, the new exoskeleton armor improved from the Destiny Baldr armor, the clown even saw the shadows of Iskandar and Warhammer.
They are villains, and villains do not pay attention to noble sentiments like superheroes. They will absorb and decipher the high technologies they think are useful, and then integrate them to improve their own things on this basis.
"If Otto is on Earth." The clown can only say, "He will definitely sue the abyss chaebol for bankruptcy."
Osborne smiled: "And if he doesn't attack the Earth, these mechs won't have room to play."
He turned around and looked at the second-generation clown with the huge prototype of the arsenal behind him, which could be predicted to become the trend-setter of the global villain world in the future, and said, "Zemo gave our plan a name."
"Himmelster's splunder."
Himestre's plunder.
The second-generation clown felt that he could vaguely guess what Osborn was thinking, but in order to confirm, he still asked, "So what exactly do you want to do?"
Harry put his cane on the ground: "Ten years ago, someone wanted to turn us into animals in a grazing plan without anyone noticing." The blond young man spread his hands and said as he expected, " Why don't we go back and invade them?"
Unlike what they talked about in the Roland community last time, it was just out of counterattack against alien forces.
But active aggression.
Red Skull, Norman Osborn, Heinsey Rizemo, Murdoch the Murderer, they have spent their whole lives researching the technology of destiny, and their goal is always to use the technology of destiny to better achieve their goal of ruling the earth .
But their next generation, standing alone in front of an empty arsenal where all the mechs are still only prototypes, is now telling him that they want to invade the destiny.
If there were other badass leaders from the previous generation present, the clown dares to guarantee that when they hear this proposal, their first reaction will be whether Harry Osborn is crazy, especially the clown can clearly feel that Osborn is crazy. The reason why Siben wanted to do this was really just because Otto regarded him as a batch of animals in his grazing plan.
This was an unbearable insult to the proud blond young master.
The second-generation clown thought.
Osborn must be crazy, and so is Zemo.
He is also crazy.
That's why he asked, "When are we leaving?"
Baron Ozamo walked in from the door at this time: "Wake up, we are now copying my father's space jumping technology, let alone transporting an aircraft carrier, we can't even transport a toy car intact arrive."
A basin of cold water instantly quenched all the enthusiasm of the two people present.
At least in terms of technology, only Zemo is the authority among the three of them.
The second-generation clown shrugged: "So what do I need to do?"
Ozawa reached out and pulled out the virtual light screen on the mechanical bracelet on his wrist: "We need more hands."
The clown snorted: "It sounds extremely difficult. It seems that Osborne can't even hire technicians for tens of thousands of dollars a month."
"It's not those ordinary people." Xiao Zemo zoomed in on the light screen in front of him, and a map of spider webs immediately appeared on it, spreading out from the center of Hydra. Each line corresponds to a person's photo, name and identities, "but them."
The second-generation Abyss Alliance recruitment plan, the clown saw on it——
Catwoman, Freeze, Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy, that's fine.And Venom, Red Tank, Watch Dogs, Black Manta Ray—
He even saw Orm.
The blood-red mouth of the clown grinned: "Please." He looked at the two partners, "The earth will not explode after no one gathers them together."
Osborn waved the lion-headed cane in his hand casually, "Before you united the Abyss Alliance, I never thought that there could be any close cooperation between villains." He looked at the clown, " You inspired me."
"If there is anyone here who can unite these people, there will always be only one person."
"It's you, Eredar."
The clown really wants to say that his extraordinary fighting skills, his superpowers comparable to emperors, his artificial intelligence brain that has surpassed the earth for 3000 years, and the methods used by the clown family to deceive people are not for this, especially for those On old guys who were probably older than all three of them combined.But he had to admit it.
The joint rainbow fart of the two partners made him lose his way.
At nine o'clock that night, the second-generation clown drove his invisible battleship and stopped at the gate of the Arkham Asylum.
"I should be glad they didn't ask me to recruit those nine slimy alien symbiotes in the first step, right? I heard that they are now locked up in that perfect frozen land in North America, which means I have to go there when the time comes. Drive an excavator?"
The clown stood on the roof of Arkham, looking at the patrolling guards below and the dense lighthouse cordon, listening to the brain in his mind say: "If you think excavators are used for digging."
The communication chip of the Abyss Alliance was connected to the ear, and Xiao Zemo's voice came at this time: "I have arranged an assistant for you, and he should meet you immediately."
The clown rolled his eyelids: "My plan is to break through to Arkham's internal defense within 5 minutes. You'd better hope that assistant doesn't prolong this time."
Zemo: "No, he is the partner you have worked with the longest in the academy."
After he finished speaking, he hung up the communication, and the clown stood there, digesting what Zemo said, with a bad feeling in his heart.
This premonition came true when he saw the mass of mud that was airdropped on the roof of Arkham by Osborne's stealth fighter.
This is the monitoring blind spot specially selected by the second-generation clowns who are familiar with Arkham. The small lump of mud quickly grew up after touching the ground, and turned into his familiar, mud-faced appearance.
The muddy face faced the clown, showing a stupid enough smile.
The Joker couldn't even associate this smile with Ethan Bennett's sharp black face, and his mood was a bit complicated.
"I thought you would never be like this again in your life." The clown looked at his old friend, and finally spoke to him for the first time after they broke up, "It's not good to be a policeman honestly." okay?"
Mudface's voice was as thick as ever, as if the vocal cords were covered with a piece of mud: "The clown will not be friends with a policeman, will he?"
The clown sneered: "So you fed the garbage-like justice in your heart to the dog?"
The muddy face is serious: "Then I am also a villain with justice and bottom line."
The clown looked at Mudface.
As much as I hate to admit it, the truth is.
He is delighted.
He loves the feeling that someone puts him in a position of importance.
The clown rolled his eyes: "Then you'd better not hold me back."
After he finished speaking, he jumped down from the tall building, grabbed the window sill of the second floor in mid-air, and hid in the emergency passage outside the control room, waiting for the gap when Arkham's shift would change in 5 minutes.
It was pitch black in the passage.
The clown felt the mud growing around him, and suddenly said, "We need some lighting."
The newly formed mud face: "... now?"
Clown: "I count to three."
Mudface: "No need."
The muddy face of resignation showed an expression of holding back shit, he clenched his fists and exerted all his strength, half a second later.
With a bang, a fluorescent white flower grew on Mudface's head, dimly illuminating Mudface's big head.
Looking at the muddy face, the clown held back, but couldn't hold back, buried his face in the plasticine-like mud and laughed silently.
Bruce Wayne didn't wake up until night. After realizing that Song Mo was no longer in the manor, he walked into the Batcave with his swollen head.
Gotham is still very calm so far, the bat light has not been turned on, the huge light screen in the dark cave is shining brightly, Bruce sits on the chair, and as usual, he is distracted to observe the movements of the whole Gotham while processing things .
Bat sonars are all over Gotham, and they will pass through computer03's intelligent screening to leave those suspicious enough sounds, so halfway through the draft of the follow-up reconstruction plan for the invasion of Gotham in his hand, Bruce heard a familiar voice.
"We need something with lighting."
Bruce paused, then looked up.
The sound came from a position next to the Arkham control room.
After a short conversation, Bruce heard the clown's restrained laughter, and then the laughter stopped.
The clown said, "Actually, Ethan Bennett isn't bad-looking when you think about it."
Mudface's voice fell silent immediately: "You—"
Clown: "If I confess to you now, will you agree to date me?"
Mudface obviously didn't react, and after a long silence, he said, "I, hmm, I want to think about it."
The clown said in a low voice in disbelief: "Mudface! Why are you this kind of person?"
Mudface: "What happened to me?"
Clown: "When I was Eredar, you called me greasy and gay every day!"
Mudface: "I didn't say you were a gay."
Clown: "Now that I know how good-looking I am, you want to come and pick me up!"
Clayface: "...I didn't."
Clown: "Why are you this kind of person!"
Mudface: "...I—"
Joker: "But Ethan Bennett isn't bad looking, when you think about it."
Mudface: "Are you a repeater?"
"It seems that they are reconciled, young master." Alfred put the dinner on the table next to the console, "This is also a good thing, at least for them."
Bruce withdrew his gaze, continued to look at the draft plan in his hand, and did not speak.
The old butler looked at Bruce Wayne.
Five minutes later, the document in the man's hand still hadn't been turned over.
Alfred couldn't help but sighed.
"Master." He said, "If I knew that this identity would bring you so much pressure, I wouldn't even participate in the making of your armor."