[Zhongyingmei] Don't panic, I can still live!

Chapter 12 The first day I can't hold on

Although Nemo died in the magical war in his own world, and lived in the East End where the law and order is not good for 9 years after coming to this world, it does not mean that his body still has the reflex memory of danger warnings, so he The movement slowed down by half a beat.

But the person who hijacked him was a professional terrorist. He and another companion in charge of security immediately covered their heads and fell down when Bruce warned.

The computer exploded in response, and after a muffled sound, all the connected hard drives were scrapped. The thug who operated the computer took half a step back and squatted down.

Bruce clung to the clown with all his joints, and the palm of the other hand was pressed against the table behind him for support.

A huge steel door fell in front of the normal automatic door of the laboratory.

"Ah—" Nemo heard several screams.

The two terrorists lying on the ground bounced strangely a few times, and immediately passed out.

The clown was directly pressed against the skin of the neck by Bruce's bare arm, and just like the person lying on the ground, he twitched for a while at a frequency that humans could not control, and fell limp.

After a few breaths, only Nemo and Bruce were left standing.

"Go to hell, bastard!" The accomplice who was squatting instead of lying down suddenly stood up, raised his gun and fired, but the gun was not aimed at Bruce, but at Nemo.

Bruce's scalp was numb: "Be careful!" But he knew that with the physical reflexes shown by the doctor, it was impossible for him to dodge the bullet.

In an instant, regret and frustration rushed to my heart.He calculated that untrained doctors would not be obedient and get down in time. Even if there is a fish that slipped through the net, the target should be himself, not Nemo Carlos, who seems to have lost his use value.

At this moment, Nemo was some distance away from him, and the "advantage" of slow physical response a moment ago became a shortcoming at this moment.Without the blessing of equipment, Bruce couldn't help him stop the bullet.

He shot a bat dart at the doctor to make up for it, hoping that under the impact of the bat, the doctor could passively change his posture so that the bullet would not hit the fatal place.

Nemo blankly looked at the batarang flying towards him, maybe there were bullets.

But neither weapon hit him.When they were ten centimeters away from Nemo's body, they stopped suddenly and unscientifically, and then fell straight to the ground, making two crisp sounds.

It's true that Newton called it a good guy after seeing it.

……

The mob widened his eyes in horror, and Bruce looked at the bat dart on the ground in disbelief.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The thug, frightened by the abnormal phenomenon, emptied all the bullets in the magazine in one go.

However, the fate of all bullets is the same.

This is a scene that makes Batman silent, and Bruce can't tell who is more dangerous for a moment.

However, he didn't hesitate any longer, and directly rushed over to fight the gangster who was still awake.Maybe Batman could stun the thug with one move, but Bruce stubbornly wanted to save his vest. Under Nemo's watchful eyes, he fought the thug for more than a dozen rounds and was beaten several times before he caught him. Hold the opponent's head and press his face on the table.

The other party, like his companion, let out a short scream, and then twitched and lost consciousness.

Bruce threw the gangster on the ground, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, panted heavily and looked at Nemo.

Nemo hesitated for a while before asking: "So, it's better not to touch any tabletops and floors in this room right now?"

President Wayne pursed his lips and looked at him for a while, then nodded: "Be careful, they are all charged."

Well, I can see clearly.Your Wayne Technology's anti-riot system is really ingenious.

After Bruce finished speaking, he walked towards the clown.

Nemo felt like he was blinking. President Wayne already had a bundle of dark ropes in his hands. The surface of the ropes did not reflect the light of the metal material, but they did not look like ordinary ropes either.If Nemo is familiar with bat gear, he'll know it's one of Batman's gear, the magnetic rope.

But when the rope was wrapped around the clown's body, the oil paint on the corner of the clown's mouth with his eyes closed slowly curled up.

Bruce's eyelids twitched.

A smoking hand|thunder slowly rolled out from the clown.

"surp...rise!" The clown opened his eyes, he was dying, and even his facial muscles lost control due to the electric shock, but he was still full of malice.

Bruce didn't want to think about how to throw an open gun out of the laboratory with bulletproof glass windows with the strength of an ordinary person while keeping his vest.Without hesitation, he picked up the gun and threw it towards the farthest window.

"Get down!" he ordered again hissed, this time he sincerely hoped that the doctor's reaction would be quick.

But Nemo, who had just experienced danger, still didn't listen to him.

He drew his wand and said the spell to Ray, who was still in the air

【Iceboundary】(ice boundary)

Grenade | The thunder exploded, and frost formed along the sparks of the explosion. In Bruce's eyes, all this was like a special effect of a movie played in slow motion.

In the end, the half-exploded grenade stayed in mid-air in the shape of a huge multiple ice spikes full of post-modern artistic atmosphere.

It didn't land like a bullet, and it didn't disappear.

Bruce has subdued the clown again, and he is bound by magnetic ropes into a human stick and falls to the ground. The crazy and evil super criminal stares at Nemo, and finally laughs out loud.

"Hahaha! Batman, look, there are more and more freaks in Gotham, and if these freaks don't degenerate into criminals in Gotham, they are destined to become lunatics..."

Bruce knocked him out with a punch: "Again, I'm not Batman."

"Master Bruce, the police will arrive at the scene in 10 minutes. Are you okay?"

Nemo followed the sound to the ceiling in the southwest corner, where there was a small speaker.A gentle middle-aged British voice came out from the speaker.

Bruce tied the Joker and two of his men into piles, and then tied the three of them together.

While he was busy tying up, he snorted and mocked: "Oh, do they still know to come? What are they doing here? Shall I treat them to dinner?"

"Maybe you can really treat them to a light meal. After all, the gentlemen of GCPD have been too busy to have time to eat since the terrorist attack." The voice of the suspected Wayne housekeeper suggested politely.

"Impossible! Ah Fu, not only will I not invite them to dinner, I even want them to spit out all the taxes I have paid over the years! I can hear it when I throw it in Gotham Bay. What's the use of waste? They come so "fast" every time, why? Is it because I'm afraid that I won't die in time? Don't they know that even if I die, the government can't inherit my property?"

Tsk, that's really mean.

Nemo silently evaluated in his heart.

After the crisis was resolved, Bruce Wayne seemed to have changed from a tough guy who dared to compete with terrorists to an annoying rich man with a lot of vitriol and fart.

"Master, please restrain your bad temper in front of outsiders." The housekeeper reminded him gently.

"Okay, okay, I get it, it's a boring face project..." He tied up the people, clapped his hands, and continued: "Ah Fu, don't eavesdrop on us anymore, Doctor Nemo is terrified, I have to comfort you comfort him."

When he said this, he looked at Nemo, but there was no intention of comforting him in his expression.

Bruce approached Nemo and tentatively poked Nemo's face.

His skin is smooth and plump, full of collagen, elastic and soft when poked.

"An ordinary Dr. Nemo?" Bruce raised an eyebrow and looked at him with a half-smile: "Doctor, you are really shocking."

Nemo laughed dryly, and countered: "Weak and stupid baby Bruce? Your skill ranks second among all the people I've met."

"Who's first?" Bruce asked.

What kind of strange desire to win is this?

"Batman," Nemo replied smoothly.

Bruce made a disdainful "ha" sound: "Have you seen him?"

Oops, exposed!

Nemo immediately made amends: "Today he broke the window and rescued us. I am very impressed."

"You can see the smoke so thick?" Bruce looked at him suspiciously

"I have excellent eyesight." Nemo said proudly.

Bruce wanted to test a few more words, but he stared at Nemo's face in a daze.

Nemo rubbed his nose: "What?"

"You got a nosebleed..." Bruce said.

Ah, is it possible that at such a critical juncture, I can still be motivated?Nemo raised his hand, looked at the bright red patch on the back of his hand where he rubbed his nose just now, and said clearly, "Maybe it's because of too much force, the CPU is overloaded. It's okay..."

While saying it's okay, he was dazzled for a moment, his legs were weak and he wanted to sit on the ground, and then remembered the devil setting in this room at the moment, so he could only hold on and stand firm.

At the same time, he uncontrollably raised his eyes to look at the wound on Bruce Wayne's shoulder blade, and swallowed his saliva with a "gudong".

Bruce: ...

He took a step back subconsciously: "You look a little hungry now? Should I not be in your recipe?"

Nemo: ...

He shook his head, his lips frowned, and he forced himself not to look at Bruce.

In fact, he has felt from just now that the wound on Bruce's shoulder blade is still bleeding, and the smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger in such a closed room.

He is not a blood mage, and he does not need to draw magic power through blood, but blood is special to all people on the magic side. For example, in black magic, many curse spells rely on the blood of the parties involved, In white magic, blood is extremely precious and special to the mage himself. Blood can make two people sign an unbreakable oath, just like he did with Batman back then.

A magician can even form a soul contract with another person through blood. From then on, they will support each other and become each other's reliance forever.

A mage should not shed blood easily, nor should he covet the blood of others.

But at this moment, Bruce Wayne's blood had an inexplicable soul attraction to him, as if a mage had found his destined soul mate.

Nemo bit the tip of his tongue, using the pain to stop his absurd hallucination.

However, the body that had just exhausted its magic power with its lifespan seemed to be suffering from aftereffects, and he almost couldn't help but want to taste Bruce Wayne's blood.

Bruce Wayne stared at him for a while, then pulled a chair over to him: "If you're tired, you can take a rest."

Nemo looked at him suspiciously.

Bruce laughed. Although he was embarrassed, he still persevered in exuding his own charm: "Don't worry, the power defense system has been disarmed."

Nemo sat down, and he took out a tissue from the desk closest to his seat and began to wipe his nosebleed.But the nosebleeds never stopped.

Bruce approached him, pulled out some papers and handed them to him, then raised his chin with the palm of his hand.

"Look up, maybe this will be better."

The nosebleed flowed back into the throat, and Nemo swallowed subconsciously, tasting his own bloody smell.This made him a little more conscious when facing Bruce, who was very close and bleeding.

"Your face is getting paler and paler, is it only now that you feel scared?" Bruce quietly observed Nemo's state, and tried again.

"Yes." Nemo replied without sincerity.

"Hehe, a weak Mr. Dinosaur who can freeze bombs." Bruce laughed.

Nemo looked at him puzzled.

Bruce explained with a smile: "Most dinosaurs, because of their large size, have a bit long nerve reflex arc, but this does not prevent them from being ferocious."

Then he pointed to the semi-exploded first ice sculpture that was still in mid-air: "This amazing Mr. Dinosaur, can you tell me to wait for the police to come, how can we explain this thing?"

Nemo glanced at the big trouble in mid-air, and tried to blame him: "Can't you tell them that this is Wayne's new technology?"

"It's possible, but I'm afraid the government will be very interested in this new technology. Will you provide weapon data then?"

"Ah... so annoying." Nemo wanted to hug his head in pain.

Bruce fixed his head: "Don't move, your nosebleed is still bleeding."

Nemo was forced to look up at Bruce Wayne. At this moment, the Prince of Gotham has a bruised nose and a swollen face, but his blue eyes are still gentle, and the concern in them seems to have been engraved into the self-cultivation of this soul, which makes people unconsciously feel This tempting.

Battle-damaged Brucey, fragile and beautiful, Modo Modo!

Bewildered by the beauty, Nemo, who is not sober for the time being, has a bold and immature idea.

The author says:

Newton: My coffin board can't hold it down anymore!

Einstein: Mi Rabbit!

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