The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 111

In this kind of meeting, as long as the high-level executives are not interested in what they are talking about or feel that it has no effect on the company's future development, it is common to be interrupted.

Especially Bruce Wayne.

The speaker didn't say anything more, packed up the documents and walked off, and a third person came on stage.There was no further episode after that, and the meeting continued until noon. After the temporary adjournment, everyone had a two-hour break, waiting for the meeting to be held again at [-] p.m.

Alfred arrived at the Wayne Group just at the end of the meeting, took some materials he had just sorted out about the replacement of the Batcave equipment and a casual lunch, and waited in the chairman's office on the top floor for about 10 minutes back.

He saw Bruce Wayne walking in from outside the office alone.

The old housekeeper paused: "I remember that Song Mo should be in the company today?"

Bruce looked at the fancy looking Pennyworth nachos and the rich burrito, two servings, on the coffee table.and other catering.

Even if Alfred didn't speak at this moment, Bruce could feel some kind of extremely urgent mood in him.This attitude made him frown.

He thought he covered it up well enough, and he didn't know exactly where he showed his flaws for the old butler to notice, because Bruce didn't and never planned to reveal this to anyone, and it was the only thing he didn't choose Tell the old butler about it.

But it was obvious that Alfred had already made a good guess.

The man didn't answer, he turned his head and looked out the French windows, just at this moment he saw a police car parked by the flowerbed at the gate of Wayne Enterprises downstairs.

The moment the police car stopped, a brown-haired young man came out from inside. He first stood outside the car door and slammed on the window a few times, then the car window opened, and Ethan Bennett poked his head out.

Bruce can almost imagine Song Mo's complaints, probably similar to the fact that he has been a clown for so many years and has not been caught by the Gotham Police Department once, so why should he be easily taken into a police car by a black policeman now.

Finally, the young man reluctantly opened the co-pilot's door and got in.

Alfred looked at Bruce Wayne until the police car disappeared around the corner of the intersection, and then looked back to look through the documents he brought on the table.

"Master."

Bruce looked at the text on the document: "What's wrong?"

Alfred said earnestly, "You are 35 this year."

Bruce: "...I know."

Alfred: "I don't want to see you in middle age and fall into a relationship crisis."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Ethan took Song Mo to the Danish restaurant that he had been talking about for a long time when he was still a muddy face with amnesia, and offered to order him a Danish national dish, Devil's Sun.

Song Mo looked at the raw beef pinched into a rose shape in the center of the white porcelain plate, as well as the raw egg yolk on the beef, and then at the black police officer who mixed them well and looked satisfied.

He doesn't know too much. After all, each region has its own eating habits and culture, but this is from Song Mo's point of view who doesn't like raw food very much.

It's really devilish.

The young man imitated Ethan's movement and mixed the food in front of him expressionlessly: "Do you often bring people you know to eat at this restaurant?"

Ethan: "Of course, good things must be shared with everyone."

Song Mo: "It doesn't matter if they like to eat raw or not?"

Ethan reacted belatedly: "Don't you like this?"

Song Mo looked at his expression: "...It's okay."

Ethan: "As long as you like it."

Song Mo felt that he probably knew the real reason why Ethan Bennett hadn't even had a girlfriend at this age.

In the end, a timely text message saved him.

There is no signature, no number, only a string of addresses, with a few words written very briefly: Shangcheng Island.

Song Mo raised his eyebrows, picked up the soda drink in front of him and took a sip: "I might have to go first, little mud."

Ethan raised his head: "What are you going to do?"

Song Mo lowered his head and sent Bruce a message asking for leave, while whispering something.

"Pamela is awake."

Ten minutes later, a light patrol boat departing from the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean off the coast of Xiacheng Island stopped at the entrance of Poison Ivy's territory facing away from the entire Gotham.

Uptown Island, known as the Garden on the Sea of ​​Gotham.

The noon sun shines through the giant alloy glass covering the entire island, tall shrubs cut into various shapes and crystal orchids in full bloom at the entrance.

The white bell-shaped petals seem to be shining fluorescently in the sun, spreading into pieces, and the scene is spectacular.But this kind of flower has no chlorophyll, cannot carry out photosynthesis, and can only obtain nutrients from decaying plants or other things, so it is also called the flower of death.

No one will think about why this piece of crystal orchid can bloom so vigorously.

The tall shrubs blocking the entrance moved away automatically after the young man walked up the stairs. At the end of the road, the Poison Ivy Girl stood on a huge vine in midair. Judging from her bloodless lips, she was not recovering well.

Pamela looked the young man up and down - this was the first time she had close contact with this nephew whom Harry talked about every day.

Song Mo didn't change into the clown's clothes, because it was unnecessary in front of Pamela, who was a sister to the clown (although Poison Ivy didn't like this description), especially since she also regarded the old clown as a sworn enemy.

This finally eased Pamela's serious face. She turned around, and the surrounding vines wrapped around Song Mo's waist. Song Mo didn't resist, and let them lead her forward.

"what do you want?"

Mature female voice, with a unique deep and mellow.

Song Mo didn't say those polite scenes, and said straight to the point: "I need some of your neurotoxin, ma'am."

The vine still led the two forward, and after leaving the entrance, they entered the dense forest outside the island. Pamela turned her head and glanced at Song Mo: "What are they used for?"

Song Mo: "Control some people to do things for us."

The expected answer was the same as most people who asked Poison Ivy before.Pamela withdrew her gaze: "How much do you need?"

Then he heard the young man say, "How many do you have?"

Pamela was stunned for a moment, then raised her eyebrows: "People who are too greedy never end well."

Song Mo adjusted his posture and pressed the corner of his clothes, at least not to let those self-conscious vines get into his clothes: "Compared with your freedom, those are worthless, Ms. Aisley."

Pamela sneered and stopped talking.

The vines led the two of them into the center of the island. It was a huge transparent palace made of alloy glass, covered with carefully woven golden palm leaves, and green creepers hung almost all over the walls.

"You wait for me here." After the vines put Song Mo in the corner of the palace, Pamela turned and walked to her workshop. Before closing the door, she turned her head and added, "Or you can go in and talk to Harley." Talk about the old days."

Song Mo was a little surprised: "Aunt Harley is here too?"

He was answered by a loud slam of the door.

There was some movement behind him at this moment, the young man didn't hide, and then, two slender arms stretched out and directly grabbed his neck.

"Pudin!" The familiar, slightly strange and shrill voice, but always full of vitality, "Call me aunt again and I will throw you to feed Pamela's crystal orchid!"

The young man's eyes bent into crescents: "Why are you here?"

Harley Quinn let go of her hand and walked up to Song Mo.She is wearing normal clothes today, her favorite crop top and hot pants, her blond hair is tied into double ponytails, blue eyes, and two hair ties of different colors.

"I escaped from prison yesterday and came here when I heard about Pamela." Harry pouted after finishing speaking, "Pamela won't tell me anything, otherwise I will be the first to rescue her , that scumbag Lex."

Song Mo grasped the point of the conversation: "Prison? Where have you been locked up?"

"The prison of the Sky Eye Society was created by that lunatic Amanda. She said she wanted to form a special task force, but it took me a lot of energy to escape from there."

Harley said as he took the fruit handed over by a vine: "Is everyone thinking about forming some kind of shit alliance recently?"

Song Mo reached out to catch the red snake fruit thrown by the clown girl: "For example, your nephew?"

Harry paused, and then a huge smile appeared on his face: "Stop talking, sweetheart, I'll join!"

Harley has never refused Song Mo's requests since he was a child. Of course, this has something to do with him sending Harry birthday gifts on time every year, and not making some excessive demands.

The young man smiled and said, "Perhaps you should ask about salary in advance?"

Ha Li held Song Mo's face with her hands: "What salary is more exciting than being able to see my little nephew every day?" She said, recalling the past, "When you were a child, you wore a clown costume. It's really cute, and you still look so good-looking when you grow up, you must have inherited the most outstanding genes of our clown family."

Song Mo let the clown girl rub his face round and flat: "Then can you persuade Pamela to join?"

Harley Quinn pursed her mouth: "So you invited me only because of Pamela?"

"Not all, otherwise the leader of the Sky Eye Society would not have come to you." Song Mo didn't shy away from the topic, and smiled directly, "But after all, you are the only one in the world who can talk to Poison Ivy."

Hali knew her nephew, just like Song Mo knew Hali.Harley Quinn raised her chest: "Of course, we are best sisters."

After she finished speaking, she turned around again, looked at Song Mo and backed away: "Do you want me to show you around Pamela's back garden?"

Song Mo: "My honor."

Ha Li then took Song Mo to another place in the palace.Go through the hallway and come to the so-called Poison Ivy's back garden.The scene inside was not as expected. It was like a research room full of various plants. The venue was very large, filled with various plants and flowers. There was a row of transparent health chambers on each side, which contained various kinds of boiling state medicines. , but a very cold thick liquid.

"If it weren't for Pamela, you would never know that the plants in this world can be so amazing, dear."

The aisle in the middle was so narrow that only one person could walk through it. Harley and Song Mo walked in the center one after another. Harley Quinn introduced various inventions of her best sister, her tone as proud as if they were her achievements.

"This is tiger's mouth vine. It can swallow two adult men in one gulp and convert them into nourishment in an instant. Its toughness even exceeds that of the famous liquid metal."

"It's a glass tree, and there's nothing prettier than that, right? And Chlorophytum of Wishing."

Harry mysteriously poked the pot of spider plants above his head that looked no different from ordinary spider plants: "It can grant you one wish."

If the previous introductions are quite practical, the research on flowers and plants starts to become fantasy.Song Mo was a little dumbfounded: "So is that equivalent to a magic lamp?"

"It can also be said that Pamela said that it was created by combining an alien substance, and it seems to be related to a person wearing a green ring." The clown girl retracted her gaze, "Money, brains, abilities, dreams, everything It can be turned into the nourishment of the wishing spider plant, and then it will help you realize the wish that is equal to the value of the nourishment. But to be honest, it’s quite boring, isn’t it?”

Song Mo had to admit that Poison Ivy was a real plant master, which was not only reflected in her manipulation of plants, but also in her natural research talent on plants.

But he does agree with Harley Quinn: "It's kind of boring."

Harley Quinn laughed, and continued to walk in, introducing everything she knew, and blinking ambiguously when one of them was introduced

"I can't tell you what this is, you are not yet old enough to use it."

Song Mo looked at the pot with an ambiguous pink spreading from the root, and the shape of the fruit on the petals was even more like some kind of organ, and even divided into male and female plants.

"... Ms. Eisley really dabbles in everything."

Harley Quinn laughed loudly, and the crisp and sharp laughter echoed throughout the back garden.

The laughter stopped abruptly when walking in front of a certain flower.

Song Mo followed Harry's line of sight, and it was probably the most special flowerpot in the entire back garden, or it wasn't a flowerpot at all, but a cylindrical glass box made of special materials.

The box contained a thin layer of soil and a wilted calendula.

"Ah." Harry looked at the marigold that was about to wither in front of him, "I haven't seen it for so long, it's going to wither anyway."

Song Mo looked at the expression on Harry's face: "What is that?"

Harley reached out and picked up the glass box: "This is the flower of love for me and your adoptive father." She paused, and then said, "Or it's just mine."

Song Mo ignored the flower's tooth-piercing name: "Does it have any effect?"

The Harley Quinn, who was still laughing wantonly a moment ago, immediately showed a sad expression - moodiness seems to be a common problem in their family.

"It has another name, named after Pamela, called Aphrodite's Breath." Harry lowered his eyes, "It's such a romantic name, isn't it?"

Harry reached out and lifted the lid of the glass bottle, and gently took off the calendula: "I used to ask Pamela a question, I was wondering if your adoptive father loved me or not, I think Knowing the answer is driving me crazy, but I don't think it makes any sense because it makes me a crazy woman who only thinks about love."

"Then Pamela said, why don't you ask about Aphrodite's breath? It allows people to see the true love in their hearts."

The Harley Quinn said, her eyes were a little distracted: "But if I use it for him, but it doesn't bloom, what should I do?" Harry crushed the petals of the calendula, "Obviously my calendula blooms so dazzlingly , at least it used to be."

Song Mo didn't know what to say.

For a while, when Harry mentioned old Jack, he was crazy, angry, and wanted to shoot him as soon as he saw him.

This mood changed to another one after old Jack left, like sadness or something else.

The only thing he could be sure of was that the reason for this was that old Jack didn't love her.

The clown treats Harley Quinn as his toy, his personal property, and he enjoys Harley's crush on him, responds to Harley's feelings, and even occasionally goes crazy because Harley gets too close to other men.

But he didn't love her, at least not as much as Harry loved him.

Song Mo sighed in his mind: "Love makes people humble, Bangya."

Bangya: "...what right do you have to say about others, Captain."

Song Mo: "At least I still have a bedtime story."

Bunya: "So you think they didn't do anything while they were together?"

Song Mo: "..."

Bunya: "And you can't even touch your boss' pinky finger."

Song Mo: "Shut up, I beg you."

Bunya: "Love humbles, Captain."

Song Mo: "..."

Harry stared blankly at the calendula for a while, then suddenly crushed the flower: "Hand out, dear."

Song Mo did as he did.

Harry put a dozen brown seeds in the palm of his hand.

Harley Quinn clapped the residue in her hand: "Leave a souvenir for you. After all, this is the seed of the last Cupid. Pamela went to the Temple of Zeus in Olympia to get this seed."

Song Mo couldn't help but pick one up, probably no one would not be curious about this kind of thing beyond the knowledge of trying: "So what are their growth conditions?" He paused, then added, "I mean, it A way to test feelings?"

Harry put on the smile just now on his face again: "What do you think?"

Song Mo combined his few experiences of listening to fairy tales: "...tears?"

Harley Quinn: "What kind of old-school condition is that?" Harley Quinn held out her thumb. "It just needs fingerprints."

Song Mo: "???" What kind of half-modern and half-mythical test method is this that is completely irrelevant and completely inconsistent with the logic of reality? ? ?

It turns out that Harley Quinn was right.

Because at the next moment, the seed in Song Mo's hand slammed and completed the whole process from germination to flowering in an instant.

into a fiery red tulip.

Song Mo: "..."

Bunya: "Love—"

Song Mo: "Shut up and get out."

In front of the young man, the Harley Quinn held her face excitedly: "My God, Pudding, you've grown up!"

Song Mo's face was expressionless.

Holding the flower in his hand, he wanted to insert it into any soil, and then saw the remaining dozen or so seeds lying in the palm of his hand.

Suddenly stunned.

He felt that he shouldn't have such thoughts, but sometimes people are like this, once they have any thoughts, they will grow wildly like weeds.

Poison Ivy didn't extract the neurotoxins until after dark. She packed the toxins into fingernail-sized glass vials, and filled an entire metal box with these glass vials.

After all, she was Harry's favorite nephew, so she couldn't be too petty.

His nephew and his aunt, whose age is unknown but who doesn’t look much older, finished their afternoon visit. The red and white mech behind Song Mo was carrying the huge metal box, and waved to the two people in Shangchengdao. bid farewell.

It was already after nine o'clock before returning to Roland Community from Xiacheng Island. Peter Parker was still busy with their reconstruction work and did not stay in the rented house.Song Mo put away the box of neurotoxins. After eating and taking a shower, he returned to his room and closed the door.

Having the neurotoxin in place meant he could start his project tomorrow, and there was so much to do that he didn't have time to think about anything else.

Intellectually he thinks so.

But the truth is.

The young man stared at the table, dazed by the dozen or so seeds neatly arranged by him.

"I just want to know if he has someone he likes. A bouquet of flowers won't write down whose name with a pen. It's not prying into someone's privacy, Bangya."

Bangya: "... When did you become such a person who pays attention to other people's privacy?"

Song Mo: "After all, I promised not to pester him."

Bunya: "So you're even starting to keep your word?"

Song Mo: "Am I that unbearable in your eyes?"

Bangya: "So you want me to praise you as a Gotham citizen who is honest, trustworthy, hardworking, brave, and well-rounded in arts, sports, art, and labor?"

Song Mo: "...Thank you, I'm going to throw up if you say a few more words."

The young man looked at the seeds on the table, ten minutes later.

"Forget it." He leaned down on the table, "Why should I spend time finding guilt for myself?"

Ten minutes later, the old housekeeper of Wayne Manor received a call.

"Sir."

"Can you give me a fingerprint of the boss?"

Bruce Wayne didn't return to Wayne Manor, or the Batcave, in his bat armor until ten o'clock at night.

The first news he got after sitting on the console was told by Alfred who came to bring him dinner.

"Song Mo just asked me to take your fingerprints, young master."

Bruce takes off his bat helmet: "What does he want my fingerprints for?"

Alfred: "He said it was a secret, master."

Bruce Wayne looked at the old butler, and the old butler continued: "But I gave it." After the old butler finished speaking, he added, "It's an electronically scanned version."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Alfred: "Maybe you can call him and ask him. After all, if he wants to do something with fingerprints, you may be facing bankruptcy tomorrow."

After the old butler finished speaking, he put the dinner on the table next to the console, turned and left the Batcave.

Bruce sat at the console for a while.

He took out his phone and found Song Mo's number, but he didn't press it.

Song Mo didn't tell Alfred what he wanted fingerprints for, and probably wouldn't tell him either.

Nobody likes being kept in the dark, especially when it comes to something as important as fingerprints.

Although Bruce didn't think Song Mo would really use his fingerprints to do something bad.

He glanced at the edge of the screen, the surveillance camera of the Roland community.

The man frowned.

He was a little hesitant, or struggling.He didn't know if it was the right thing to do.

Bruce pressed the sonar monitor, and the center of the screen flashed for a moment. Then, in the rental house in the Roland community, everything in the youth's room appeared on the screen through black and white lines.

He just wanted to see what Song Mo was doing, and when he was sure, he would shut it down.

Bruce told himself so.

The moment the bat sonar was turned on, it attracted the attention of the Hyperian artificial intelligence brain, but since the coverage covered the entire Gotham, there was no targeted area, so the core intelligence brain did not sound a reminder.

In front of Song Mo is a thumbprint printed on a piece of bionic silicone, which is the raw material he often uses to make clown masks, through Hyperian mimicry technology.

There are more than a dozen seeds next to it that have no response after use.

The young man was a little nervous, and even forgot the way he communicated with the brain: "This is the last one, Bangya, if it still doesn't work—"

Bangya: "Are you just giving up?"

Song Mo: "I'll go to Auntie Hali for some more."

Bangya: "...just as long as you are happy."

The young man took the seed and wrapped it in the bionic silicone as before.

Ten seconds passed, and the seed did not respond.

Song Mo let go of his hand, looked at the seed, and after a while said, "Why don't we think about it from a different angle."

The young man frowned: "What if it's not that fingerprints or seeds are useless, but that Bruce has no one he likes?"

Bunya: "Thank goodness you finally figured this out after an hour of wasted work."

Song Mo put the seeds back on the table, threw the fingerprints aside, and curled his lips: "That's not too bad, at least it proves that he doesn't like Catwoman either?"

Bunya: "Why are you only obsessed with Catwoman?"

Song Mo stood up from the chair, turned off the lamp above his head and sat on the bed: "Because the newspapers say that they are a good match every day, but in fact?"

Bunya: "The fact is that they are a good match in terms of body, personality and appearance, including the pair of ears on the head."

Bunya: "Even sex."

Song Mo: "But it's useless to say anything until his flowers are in bloom. Hard-hearted Batman is really amazing."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a slight sound of something cracking somewhere in the room.

A dim light flickers on in a dimly lit room.

The young man's expression froze on his face.

On that table, the first seed he experimented with finally broke through the shell that was not hard but kept blocking its growth, revealing pure white shoots.

Its growth speed is not as fast as that of the tulip. Rather, it seems that there is something stopping it. Almost every inch of the bright white bud grows, it will be hindered by an invisible barrier. It seems that there are layers of invisible barriers to frame it. into it, until it explored all around, and finally found the exit.

Then in an instant, it turned into a dazzling vine, and the vine climbed along the wall to the bed, and stopped behind the young man.

Then, the dozens of seeds germinated one after another, and instantly covered the four walls of the entire room.

The whole room is illuminated.

Song Mo stared blankly at the vines in a room, and said after a while: "I don't know which lady is so lucky..."

Bunya sighed: "So why do you spend your time finding guilt for yourself?"

Bat cave.

Bruce reached out and turned off the bat sonar, and left the Batcave in silence.

He wanted to wash his face, and when he turned into the corridor of the master bedroom, he happened to meet Alfred coming out of the workshop.

The old butler looked at Bruce's expression and sighed.

He said the same thing to him ten years ago.

"Leave yourself alone, master."