The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 11

For a split second, the eredar thought he had stupidity written all over him, and.

Deserve it.

Considering that if the next day's headlines with Batman still use handcuffs as the key word, his father might actually jump out of the grave and punch him. " and "cut off his handcuffed hands", he chose to bring Batman back to the place where his adoptive father lived.

Of course, the reason is that his knife can't shake the hard bat glove at all.

Because Batman is tall and burly, and he is wearing a Batman suit, exaggerating it may break the weight of one of Eredar's ribs, so the clown had to ask Bunya to help him get an oversized trolley from the supermarket , and then worked together to get Batman in.

It's easier to push than to drag.

If it wasn't for the man in the stroller who was tall enough to block his sight even when he was sitting, Eredar even had the illusion of going shopping with a big baby in the supermarket.

Because the two were still in handcuffs, he had to bend the man's right hand. This action directly caused the man to raise half of his chest. The posture looked very funny from the front.

"I think he might try to kill me if he found out." Eredar tried to hold back a laugh.

Benya corrected: "He will probably turn around and send you to Arkham."

"The one under his personal supervision."

A generation of jokers have been living in a dark basement in a Gotham neighborhood during their lifetime, including the years when Eredar was picked up.So even though no one has lived in it for a year, the old furnishings are still full of a strong sense of life and - a circus atmosphere.

Yes, his adoptive father is a complete collector, and he likes to collect things with exaggerated colors and decorations in the circus, such as the warehouse full of colorful vertical rubber balls, row after row without distinction Sexy clown costumes, more than thirty heavy and huge hammers, all kinds of exaggerated colors and decorations decorate this gloomy basement room, even the smell of the damp floor is full of gaudy.

The only thing in the whole room that can be in line with high technology is an antenna TV from who knows how many years ago, and an early model computer with a butt.

Jack dubbed it the Clown Circus.

And the eredar called it the buffoon's fort.

Kick open the metal door with one foot, the room inside is very spacious, the white tiled floor is shiny, it can be seen that someone often comes to clean it.

Outside the wide open metal door, Eredar walked in pushing a cart of Batmen.

Then, a very loud—

"Boom-"

Bangya: "Captain, I have to remind you that this door frame was made by Uncle Jack for you when you were six years old. It is only 1.4 meters high."

Eredar watched as the upper half of his head from the nose hit the door frame firmly, and there was a long buzzing sound when the metal collided. The picture made people feel Batman's teeth sour.

"...It's fine, I'm not blind."

The eredar pushed Batman's head down, then bent down through the small door.

The room was very dark, and he had to temporarily let go of the armrest of the cart to touch the switch.However, it was probably because he was really not used to the feeling of connecting hands with people, or his subconscious had already put this matter aside along the way, and the man lying quietly on the cart was stunned by the sudden movement of the clown. Being pulled forward, the stroller immediately lost its center of gravity and turned over.

The man fell to the ground with a bang, causing Eredar to fall, and the toes touched the hollow wooden hammers placed beside him, and then the wooden hammers lined up in a row fell forward instantly like dominoes.

One click, one click, one click, and another.

It rhythmically hit the man's bat mask—to be exact.

Hit him in the face.

Eredar: "..."

Bunya: "This is not the time for revenge, Captain."

Eredar: "God knows I didn't…"

Bunya: "...I suspect he may have lost his memory due to a concussion when he wakes up."

Eredar: "...Isn't that the classic story of the prince turning into a penguin?"

Bangya: "...what the hell is that?"

Eredar: "A love TV drama in which a domineering president loses his memory and is picked up by a poor boy and develops a romantic relationship. hmm..."

"The prince turned into Batman?"

Bangya: "Please don't suddenly say such nonsense that no one can understand." After a pause, he added, "You can probably move him to the bed before he is seriously injured and goes into shock."

So the eredar took great pains to move the man to the bed.

And to sit by his bed because of the goddamn handcuffs.

Probably because the wound is still aching, or because of his personality, even in a coma, the man's jaw is tight, and the light blue stubble on it shows a kind of fatigue and decadence under the light. .

The bat mask is close at hand.

Yet the eredar had no interest in taking it off.

The room was very quiet, only the sound of the pendulum swinging could be heard.Eredar sat on the spot bored for a while, and suddenly asked, "How long will it take for these handcuffs to be untied?"

"Three hours and four ten minutes, Captain."

Eredar took out a crude Mickey head timer from the bedside table, thought for a while, and asked, "Will he be awake during this time?"

Bunya: "If there are no accidents, he will regain consciousness in an hour."

Eredar picked it up, and lingered on the countdown of the timer for three hours, four ten minutes, and finally adjusted the time to three hours, five ten minutes, and then hung between the handcuffs connecting the two people .

"Call out the virtual light screen, I want to check something."

Bangya watched Eredar's expression quickly enter the state, hesitated for a while and said: "Aren't you going to help him treat the wound?"

Eredar glanced at the man behind him and his large and small wounds from the corner of his eye, and finally replied with a "you're not mistaken" expression: "so that he can have enough fighting power to beat me up when he wakes up." Send me to Arkham again?"

Bangya; "Then you can also handle the task of liberating Arkham by the way."

Eredar clicked on the web page information from the virtual light screen, tapped it quickly with one hand, and replied nonchalantly: "It's a good idea, but it's not within the scope of my consideration."

Bangya's avatar appeared in the corner of the light screen. He watched his captain hack into the Tianyanhui Intelligence Bureau familiarly, and searched for various information in it as if he were at his own home. He guessed that he was probably planning for tomorrow. Going to help Osborn solve the graduation assessment problem of Abyss College, he couldn't help but say: "Captain, tomorrow is the day you go to Xavier College to attend the graduation ceremony."

Eredar didn't raise her head: "No."

Bang Ya paused, and said: "I think you'd better take off your makeup and change your clothes before thinking about this issue."

Eredar hooked the corner of her mouth: "You said that I look like a split personality."

Bunya was silent for longer this time.

He was probably thinking about the words, even though the word "thinking" was a luxury enough for the AI ​​itself.

About 10 minutes later, after Eredar had completely forgotten about the topic, he spoke again: "I just think you are too addicted to your role-playing, Captain."

"Do you remember that Eredar is just your pseudonym?"

The speed of the finger tapping on the light screen slowed down because of this sentence, and the originally relaxed atmosphere also became stagnant.

"You remember, your mother—"

"You don't have to mention that person."

Eredar leaned back, expressionless on his paint-covered face, and Bunya could only see that he seemed to squint at the appellation.

Then he pressed his hand on his sleep button.

Bangya had no choice but to say at the moment he chose to press the button: "I just searched for some information on the Illuminati's extranet. Lex Luthor suddenly became very interested in mutants for some reason. Tomorrow night he will join the history Trek and the students of Xavier College together-"

Before he finished speaking, there was a beep, and the button of the symbolic mastermind was completely extinguished, entering sleep.

Eredar continued to start the work at hand with a blank face, as if the pile of bunya said just now was all unimportant nonsense.

Time passed quickly in the collision of virtual data, and when Eredar finally realized that he had been sitting in front of the light screen for an hour——

In the reflection of the metal wall opposite, he saw Batman sitting up slowly behind him.