The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 112

Song Mo was woken up the next day by the sound of renovations downstairs.

The young man sat up from the bed, took off the blindfold, and there were two distinct dark circles under his eyes.

No one can sleep well under the light of a room full of vines bunched up like searchlights.

The young man pushed aside the dozen or so vines that grew almost coiled up overnight, opened the door, and saw those crystal vines that crawled out of the door and covered half of the living room in one night.

Song Mo thought that he could face these things calmly after one night, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he found out.

He's still a little sour.

Song Mo: "Bangya, I decided to replace your strawberry-flavored cleanser with bitter melon flavor this month."

Bangya: "????"

Downstairs are two decorators who are changing the door. Song Mo vaguely remembered that Mrs. Roland sent a notice in the apartment group yesterday that someone was about to move in. It seems that because of the impact of the last destiny invasion of the earth, the central city was affected by the disaster. People who moved to Gotham temporarily.

This is actually quite strange, because in the past two months, or in other words, Song Mo has lived in this dilapidated rental house for the past few years, and Peter Parker is the only new resident.

But this is not important.

The transport vehicle of the red tank will be sent to the island prison at [-] o'clock in the evening, which means that he still has more than ten hours of preparation and free time before that.

Song Mo glanced at the wall clock on the wall, and took out his phone.

[Boss, I want to ask for a day off today. ]

2 minutes later: [What to do? ]

Song Mo flicked his fingers across the buttons, and a few seconds later, he deleted those modal particles and emoticons expressionlessly: [Distribute leaflets. ]

In the first week after the Mandate of Heaven invaded, Gotham also entered a tacit truce mode like New York. Except for those who were locked up in prisons, most of the Gotham left-behind villains were still recovering from their injuries.

Facing that group of well-trained Valkyries, they would never allow themselves to hide behind Batman.

And not everyone is like Batman, who can be alive and kicking on the third day of severe burns, as long as he doesn't break his leg, even if he breaks his ribs, he can walk back to his Batcave on foot.

So this is literally handing out flyers.

Frost Killer Louis Lincoln is not in a frozen state every day. After quitting her job at the research institute, she prefers to sit in a private research institute in the afternoon and make a cup of coffee, or to kill someone in order to maintain her life energy.

The clown with the green wig and dramatic stage makeup knocked on the door of her private institute just as she was about to leave.

He handed Louis an invitation letter—let's call the joker playing card with the clown's head on it an invitation letter, with the address of a certain branch of the abyss chaebol written on it.

The strange tone has the magic of demagogy.

"Look, Amanda Waller, who has worked so hard, will have a miscalculation one day. She must have never imagined that the team she has spent so much effort to build will fall apart today." The clown looked at her and stretched out his hand in a gentlemanly manner. , and then put a polite kiss on the back of Killer Frost, "Trust me ma'am, when you look back on today, you will only feel that you made the right decision."

Killer Frost has never had any problems with clowns, whether it is the previous generation or this generation, and even after hearing the deeds of the second-generation clown, she is somewhat curious about the new leader of the Abyss Alliance.

But that wasn't enough to sway her decision.

Louis smiled unfriendlyly: "If you want to win me over." The surrounding temperature gradually dropped, "Why do you think I will work hard for you?"

The clown straightened up again, not paying any attention to the frost spreading up the eagle-headed cane.He stuffed the playing cards into Louis's breast pocket with his free hand: "I know you have been worrying about your permafrost physique, ma'am, and you even gave your life to the Eye of Heaven to relieve it .”

Louis: "I think I've got some relief."

She heard the young man in front of her laugh, and then, this second-generation clown who looked much younger than her looked at her seriously with those eyes.

"No, you haven't."

The next moment, the surrounding frost stopped spreading and began to melt. Louis felt that something was separating her from a certain ability in her body. Her chest felt like a boulder was being pressed, and her breathing began to be difficult, but what followed——

It's been a long time, body temperature.

She smelled the cup of hot coffee on the table.

The morning light shines in through the windows, not too strong, and the temperature is just right.

Louise's eyes widened before she even had time to take a deep breath.

The next moment, all the temperature faded instantly.The world has once again fallen into the endless cold brought about by the permafrost physique.

The clown withdrew his open hand, showing a determined smile: "Maybe you can reconsider, and."

When he turned to leave, the clown turned his head and added: "I heard that you have been looking for the whereabouts of the killer crocodile?"

"Maybe the Iceberg Club has a clue, but no one in Gotham can break in there alone, ma'am."

Except him and Batman.

The clown added in his mind.

"Frostkiller is definitely a capable villain, Bunya, I think she is even better than Freeze and Captain Cold in some ways."

After leaving Louis's private research room, the clown jumped onto the wall along the deserted alley. While walking on the top of the palm-sized wall, he looked down at the rest of the list and did not forget to comment on his future subordinates : "It's just that the love brain is a bit serious."

Bunya: "If you say that to her face, she'll turn you into ice."

The clown laughed, put his cane under his arm, took out a pen and crossed out Louis' name on the list.

"She can't, Bunya, we all know that."

Zemo and Osborne would have him do it, not because of some bullshit demagoguery ability - although it does work, it's in front of most bad guys who only use violence to solve problems.

The ability called silence is the nemesis of all mutants.

And for the villains who aren't bound by his powers—

Poison Ivy's neurotoxin will always make them obedient.

So, those bad guys who haven't had time to heal their wounds, before they go out and do something and encounter that violent Gotham vigilante.

They saw the clown in the exaggerated circus costume first.

The day we agreed to meet at the Abyss Alliance branch is tomorrow, and this day will be recorded in the annals of history in the subsequent chronicles of the second-generation Abyss Alliance, becoming the first gathering of villains in the history of the alliance.

carnival day.

Of course, the clown couldn't have predicted this in advance, after he finished distributing his leaflets, and transported the small group of big guys who refused to cooperate with neurotoxins to the Abyss Alliance.

At eight o'clock that night, the red tank was secretly transported to the armored vehicle in the isolated island prison.

After driving the car halfway, another soldier sitting next to the passenger seat and carrying a gun aimed the gun at the driver's head.

He took off the explosion-proof mask that almost covered his entire face, and the driver saw his blood red lips curled up.

"Your mission ends here, soldier."

"Have a good dream."

Bat cave.

Alfred glanced at the time under the display, it was eleven forty in the evening.

Penguin, who had been recuperating for a while, finally regained his strength and began to re-divide his territory in Gotham. The news continued to report for an hour of Batman's fierce battle with Penguin and his pirated Destiny technology in the Iceberg Club. The figure of the long-lost Killer Frost appeared.

Alfred received a call from Song Mo at exactly twelve o'clock. The young man's voice on the phone had a strange tone. It is not difficult to guess what he is doing with another identity.

"I found Batman's computer05 communicator in the isolated island prison." The young man seemed to be sitting in a fast-moving car, because the old butler could hear the sound of the huge engine and wind, "Do you still need this? It looks The running program is still normal."

After he finished speaking, he added a puzzled sentence like talking to himself: "But why did computer05 appear here?"

The old butler smiled and said: "It's been lost for a long time, I think it was probably taken away by Cable and the Mutant Legion last time when they came to Gotham to wreak havoc, you know, they always want to use these to crack our science and technology."

Song Mo: "Then I'll send it to you later?"

Alfred: "If you can."

The young man pondered for a while, then suddenly asked: "Is the boss at home?"

The old butler glanced at the news on the screen and said with a smile, "Should I answer yes or no?"

"You know, I just took his fingerprints yesterday." When facing Alfred, the young man always said that he didn't have any psychological burden, "I can't guarantee that I can come up with a watertight lie to cover it up. "

Alfred was also very curious about this. He didn't stay in the Batcave yesterday, and of course he didn't know what happened next.

"He's not here, and he won't be back until about two hours later." The old butler stared at the situation on the screen, which was almost one-sided, but was forced to prolong the battle due to the large number of Penguin men, stood up and walked into the elevator, Return to Wayne Manor.

One side said: "So can I know the reason?" The old butler added with a smile, "I promise not to tell anyone."

The young man thought for a while on the phone.

"I'll tell you when I get to the manor, it will be soon."

Three armored vehicles carrying most of the S-class criminals in the island prison broke through the last wall outside the prison, broke through the encirclement of SHIELD, and rushed before the Avengers arrived.

Xiao Zemo, who was notified in advance and drove a transport ship to pick him up, brought him back to the Abyss Alliance.

After that, Song Mo drove the sonic fighter provided by Osborn Technology to Wayne Manor in the fastest time.

The old butler had just made supper for him.

Crispy, golden brown croissants filled with warm blueberry jam.

The young man who had already changed into his normal clothes sat at the dining table, next to him was brought back computee05.He held the half-eaten bread in his hand, after telling the old butler briefly about the use of Bruce's fingerprints.

"So I think you don't have to worry about any relationship issues related to Bruce." He stuffed the other half of the bread into his mouth and swallowed, "Maybe he has an illegitimate child now, but he just hid it from everyone seamlessly." .”

The old butler put a plate of butter and crushed nuts in front of Song Mo: "I don't know if the young master has an illegitimate child." He refilled the young man's cup with hot milk, "But he did keep it from everyone."

The young man curled his lips: "If I had known earlier, I should have agreed to his request to adopt me on the spot, so that I could inherit a bit of the inheritance of the richest man in Gotham."

Alfred looked at the young man sitting in Wayne Manor in front of him, eating the bread he made, and Xiao thought about the manor owner's legacy, his kind expression remained unchanged: "But as far as I know, he doesn't want to adopt you now. "

Song Mo: "Yes, after all, he still has his Miss Vine to deal with."

Miss Vine?

The old butler was a little dumbfounded, after wiping off the water stains on the sink: "Aren't you wondering who that Miss Vine is?"

He saw Song Mo look up at him when he heard this sentence, and then pretended to look away casually: "I've done enough of this kind of thing that makes me suffer, old man."

"Just let me go."

Alfred looked at the young man who was quietly eating the bread in the basket after speaking, and couldn't help sighing.

"You may not be clear." The old butler moved a rare chair and sat diagonally opposite to the young man. "Young master has been used to complicating simple things since he was a child."

Song Mo: "For example?"

Alfred: "Eat a burger with a knife and fork."

The old butler had told Song Mo about this a long time ago, but the classic stalk never goes out of style, and the young man's eyes turned into crescent moons.

Alfred continued: "And write all the solutions to a problem on the paper. He has been very smart since he was a child. He knows everything in school. He is also very interested in machinery. He will use it when no one is at home. Those mechanical parts were dismantled everywhere, and I had to help him clean up in the end, although he has always behaved decently in front of the old lady, but he never opened his mouth to tell anyone what he wanted—of course."

"Except when he asks me for the materials of the bat armor, or where the information materials are." The old butler made a helpless expression, "he always asks for it very simply at this time. Do you remember what I told you Was he afraid of the dark?"

Song Mo took a sip of milk, then licked the beard around his mouth: "He is really afraid of the dark."

Otherwise, I wouldn't like Miss Vine who looks like a searchlight after all piled up together.

Alfred: "He is actually afraid of many things, such as bats."

The old butler also told him about this, and this is why Bruce was named Batman later. Song Mo couldn't help but make a hypothesis at the time: "What if the one in that cave was not a bat but a cockroach?"

Then, the old housekeeper who was cleaning the dining table at that time replied to him seriously: "For a housekeeper who specializes in cleaning the manor, the American cockroach must be much more terrifying than bats."

So Batman's computer01 China Unicom number was changed to Periplaneta americana in Song Mo's address book that day.

Of course this is off topic.

Song Mo looked at the old butler, he didn't quite understand what the old butler suddenly said to him.

In the live TV news, the battle between Batman and the Penguin finally ended in Penguin's defeat. Song Mo watched the hostages cheering after being rescued and the Batmobile gradually disappearing from the camera.

Song Mo stood up from his chair: "I might have to go, old sir."

Alfred looked at the young man who started to clean up the bread crumbs on the table after he finished speaking.

The old housekeeper felt that it might be difficult for him to use words to describe the mental activities of a paranoid.

So he said: "Leave it to me to clean up, can you help put computer05 back to the young master's room?"

Song Mo did not refuse: "Put it on the desk?"

Alfred: "The bottom of his bed is hollow, and there is a black storage box inside, which holds other communication equipment."

The old housekeeper reported a string of passwords as he spoke.

The bed in the master bedroom is very high, and it is difficult to find that there is a small door under it covered by a bed sheet. It uses a retro combination lock. There is no dust on the lock, but it can be seen that it has been worn for a long time and the paint has faded.

The bottom of the bed was empty as Alfred said, and it was filled with all kinds of boxes, big and small.

The only black storage box is placed behind a red box.

He didn't intend to pay attention to this unremarkable red box until he bent down and dragged the black box inside.

He saw a gold belt lying on a red box.

Song Mo was taken aback for a moment.

Batman won't have a second belt that's all gold, with a green comm button in the middle.

YouQi had a computer on his belt, and a vacuum compression bag next to him. He hugged a flat pillow that he would never be able to recognize after sleeping for half a month.

A story book with a red cover was placed diagonally on it.

An inconspicuous, folded, crumpled piece of paper lay quietly on the storybook.

The contents of the paper show through the back, in intricate ballpoint pen lines.

The young man reached out uncontrollably, took the crumpled piece of paper, and unfolded it.

It's a ballpoint pen sketch of Bruce Wayne.

The one he drew.

He remembered that he tore up the portrait and crumpled it up after the meeting, but he was reluctant to throw it into the trash can, so he stuffed it into the pen holder in front of him at that time.

It was nothing unusual, the young man could draw several pictures at will, and he even forgot about it after the video with Muddy Face.

Now, the paper in his hand told him that someone had taken the wad of paper out of the pen holder after the meeting, patiently smoothed it out, folded it, and stashed it somewhere.

Song Mo looked at the portrait in a daze.

He seemed to be thinking about a lot of things, but he didn't seem to think about anything, his mind went blank until he heard footsteps outside the door.

He turned his head a little slowly.

Saw Bruce Wayne parked at the door.

Obviously Alfred didn't tell him that Song Mo was also in Wayne Manor, after seeing the young man sitting on the floor and the box in front of him.

what's the matter.

It's like being stripped of all the camouflage and putting it under the spotlight, making it impossible to hide.