The correct way to attack the villain

Chapter 118

The question of whether or not to send the serum to the abyss chaebol, after struggling for a day and asking Dr. Banner to analyze the specific components in the serum and confirm that it is harmless.

Tony Stark hesitated again and again and chose to send it over.

A large group of mech bodyguards surrounded the alliance, and as a result, the patrol team of the Abyss Alliance thought the Avengers had a surprise attack early in the morning, and quickly organized troops to return to defense, while the second Baron Zemo had just been busy all night and planned to Enjoy breakfast and see the red and gold mechs hovering over the glass windows.

Almost a mouthful of spaghetti sprayed out of my nostrils.

Iron Man cut a door through the floor-to-ceiling glass window with his fiery palm gun, and the second-generation baron was about to contact the defense team as soon as his scalp tingled. The two sides almost started fighting on the spot until Iron Man dropped a serum on his desk.

Iron Man: "Please tell your stage makeup partner, let him charge the courier fee to my card."

The second baron looked at the serum on the table. He had been following up the anti-venom plan and told Song Mo. Of course, he could recognize what it was at a glance.He said something in German to the captain of the guard on the other end of the communicator, and then uncertainly—though he didn't know what happened.

The Second Baron: "...Uh, thank you?"

Tony Stark didn't expect this junior to be so polite, and he could still hear Hydra's thanks in his lifetime, and it was still the leader's. He froze for a moment: "Unn, you're welcome."

The golden and red mechas safely evacuated from the territory of the Abyss Alliance, and brought the mecha bodyguards to walk in a high-profile way until they left the alliance patrol area.

The second generation Zemo called Song Mo angrily.

Song Mo was woken up by the phone early in the morning. After seeing the caller ID, he scratched his hair a little irritably: "Is there something wrong, Mr. Helmut."

Zemo II: "You actually told Tony Stark the address of our new headquarters!!!!"

Song Mo, who finally broke free from the atmosphere of love, was stunned for a while: "Oh."

Zemo: "Oh??????"

Song Mo: "Did he beat you up?"

Zemo: "...That's not true."

Song Mo: "Then did he give you the serum?"

Zemo: "...Give it."

Song Mo: "Then I'll hang up—"

Zemo: "But the address of our headquarters is exposed! He also invaded our absolute defense! That barrier obviously can't even fly in!"

On the periphery of the Abyss Alliance, there is a layer of optical barriers created by the second-generation Baron Zemo. He has always been extremely proud of it. It integrates concealment, defense, and detection functions into one. It has always been the proudest invention of the second-generation Baron.

Baron Zemo: "He cracked it in less than 30 seconds! How is this possible!"

Song Mo recalled it carefully: "...It seems that I told him the password."

Baron Zemo: "..."

The baron glanced at the sheep's head cane.

Forget it.

Just a password.

He'll just change it to something else.

The second baron sighed and hung up the phone.Song Mo, who was sitting on the bed, looked at the interface of the phone's busy signal, feeling a little guilty.

After all, it was Zemo's proudest invention.

After sending a word of thanks to Tony Stark, Song Mo pondered for a while, and then sent a text message to Zemo: [I'm going to Atlantis these two days, and I'll bring you special products from Trench Country. ]

The other side quickly replied: [Then you pay attention to safety, if Aum refuses to cooperate, it's fine, we don't lack his murlocs. ]

Song Mo put down his phone, his face full of emotion: "Bangya, I want to apologize for the bad things I said about the second-generation baron before."

Bangya ignored him, and called up the detection results in the virtual light screen: "We can't explore the information of that sea area, I suggest you learn more about the situation there before you act, Captain."

Song Mo got up from the bed, took the clothes and walked into the bathroom: "Didn't Osborne send the map yesterday? And we are here to talk about cooperation, not to fight."

That is to say, but as an absolute planner, even if all the previous actions seemed to be whimsical, at least Song Mo had a complete set of action lines in his mind, and it would not be like this time. I don't know that there is only one electronic map.

Song Mo took a shower, changed into his shirt, held a toothbrush in his mouth, and slurred his speech: "Do you think I should ask my boss?"

As soon as the voice fell, the phone screen lit up.Caller ID.

American cockroach man.

Song Mo spit out the foam in his mouth and pressed the answer button. A man's deep voice came from the other end of the phone: "What are you doing?"

The young man glanced at the wall clock on the living room wall: "I just woke up. Are you coming to pick me up to go to work, boss?"

Bruce Wayne: "Call me boss now?"

Song Mo: "Then I'll call someone else if you come to my house tonight." The young man walked to the table and poured water into the glass while saying, "What do you want to hear? Bruce? Hani? Pudding? Honey? Dad? "

The man on the other end of the phone smiled and changed the subject: "Have you had breakfast?"

Song Mo blinked: "Are you going to come and bring me breakfast?"

Bruce Wayne: "Or go to Wayne Manor? Alfred has already made it."

Song Mo: "But it takes me two hours to get there by subway."

Bruce Wayne: "I'm downstairs from you."

Song Mo stopped drinking water.

He opened the curtains of the living room, and sure enough, he saw a low-key black Bentley parked downstairs, with a tall man leaning against the car.

Song Mo hung up the phone after saying "I'm going down right away", and then covered his chest.

Song Mo: "I'm going to suffocate, Bangya."

Bunya: "Do I need to call 911?"

Song Mo: "Does the 911 tube deliver condoms and lubricating fluid? And physiological saline."

Not very proficient AI: "...what else do you need saline for?"

Song Mo: "Clean the bowels."

Bangya: "...The American police will take you to the juvenile detention center for two years of American citizenship education just based on your two sentences."

Song Mo: "Whatever, I'm not an American."

The young man drank the water in the glass, changed his clothes as quickly as possible, and went downstairs after repeatedly confirming that there was nothing wrong in the mirror.

When he walked to the door of the apartment, he happened to see Bruce handing out business cards to the new residents downstairs, and Song Mo didn't come forward until Barry Allen was far away.

"Do you know?"

Bruce opened the door of the passenger seat for the young man: "I don't know him." The man put on his seat belt, "But maybe we will know each other in the future."

Song Mo didn't ask any more questions.

Barry Allen is not an ordinary person, he thinks both of them are very clear about this, but just like Bruce will not ask him about the Abyss Alliance, he will not explore about Batman.

The black car drove out of the apartment and stopped at the first red light: "I'm going to ask for a day off today, boss."

Bruce looked at the red light ahead: "What to do."

Song Mo leaned on the back of the chair: "Go save a rebellious adolescent." After he finished speaking, he paused and leaned towards Bruce, "Or do you have any more news about Atlantis?"

Bruce frowned: "Are you going to Atlantis?"

Song Mo did not deny: "Aum is also one of our partners."

Bruce: "Are you alone?"

Song Mo: "And my brain?"

Bruce had a helpless expression: "It's dangerous there."

Song Mo smiled and said, "Many places I have been to are also very dangerous, boss."

The green light turned on at this moment, and Bruce held the steering wheel without speaking.

When the car stopped at the entrance of Wayne Manor, the man was still frowning. Just as he was about to say something, the young man next to him unbuckled his seat belt and came over.

It was a very light and refreshing aroma of lemon-flavored body wash. The young man was slender and slender, and he got between him and the steering wheel, with his elbows on his shoulders, and his blue eyes looked down at him: " Boss, I was thinking about the same thing all day yesterday."

What Bruce wanted to say was suddenly blocked. He had no choice but to follow Song Mo's words: "What's the matter?"

Then he looked at the young man and said with a smile, "I think 30 years is too short."

Bruce froze for a moment, he let go of the hand holding the steering wheel, and pressed lightly on the young man's back: "You don't have to worry about this kind of thing."

Song Mo lowered his head. He originally wanted to say that he could not even wait for Bruce to die in 30 years, but after thinking about it, he felt that this kind of topic was very boring. He looked at the man's wide chin that had been worn away by the years and was covered by the shadow, and couldn't help it. He reached out and rubbed the stubble on his chin with the palm of his hand.

Itchy, a little prickly: "Is it time for you to shave?"

Bruce smiled: "I'll shave later."

The two avoided this topic in a tacit understanding. Upstairs, Alfred almost laughed out of wrinkle when he saw the black car parked at the door without any movement for a long time.

After Bruce had breakfast, he went to the company to deal with the things that had accumulated after Fox was gone, and Song Mo was not in a hurry to leave, at least before Bruce told him about Atlantis.That sea area was dangerous and mysterious, and he didn't want to take risks until he was fully sure.

Song Mo turned on the TV. After discovering that the radio station broadcasting "The Brave Batman" and "The Secret History of Gotham's Richest Man" both disappeared from the TV, he watched SpongeBob SquarePants for a while, then turned off the TV again and got up to find The old butler of the workshop.

Alfred is designing a new suit for Bruce. .

To be honest, he has always thought that the bat suit is probably the most difficult to control among those cross-dressing superheroes. Without the mask, cloak, belt and gloves, it looks like a one-piece bodysuit. Leaving aside the material, the same type Spider-Man still has some graphic designs, but Batman has nothing but a black bodysuit.

If it weren't for Bruce's good figure, other people would probably look like a circus performer in it.

Song Mo glanced at the prototype hanging on the shelf. This time he finally got rid of the tights and started to develop the new battle suit with textured leather material. The young man took a few glances and suddenly felt a little awkward.

"Isn't there a zipper on the suit?"

Alfred looked up: "Zip?"

Song Mo stretched out his finger to a certain part of the battle suit.

The old housekeeper pushed his glasses and thought about it for a while: "It seems that there has never been any."

Song Mo: "Then what if the mission is halfway through—I mean." The young man changed his description in front of the old butler with a more elegant description, "What should I do if I want to solve my physical needs?"

Alfred frowned, the old butler who had obviously never encountered such a situation did not consider this issue.

Alfred took another look at the blueprint, then picked up a pen to make changes on it.