These days, those who come out to be villains are called miserable. The villains in "Batman" are even more miserable.
First of all, disfigurement is a normal phenomenon, and there are quite a few people who are born with deformities, not to mention those who fell into chemical baths.
Secondly, childhood shadows are a must, such as being laughed at by peers, being autistic, being discriminated against, being thrown into prison at the age of seven, etc... you can have them all. Like Batman, who was involved in a street robbery
He lost his parents in his childhood and came to take revenge on society when he grew up. He definitely has a heart of glass. No wonder Bain wanted to beat him.
Also, career and love will always end. True love will most likely die unexpectedly, and if you are a vegetative person, you should worship Buddha and burn incense. You will never succeed in a serious career. What prosecutors, restaurant owners, business elites... don't come out to rebel against society?
There is no way I can get through this day.
Compared with this group of people, if an elder in the family dies or a relative or friend gets sick or something, is that a big deal? The most it can do is go to American Idol and join the Top 40. Come on, who has dozens of people in their family?
No illness, no disaster, no death? That’s a monster!
The most incomprehensible thing is that most of these villains, whose lives are like coffee tables, also have very high cultural or academic qualities. The title of professor is just for people who have the ability to win the Nobel Prize.
There are so many "homes" that if you were a lab assistant or something, you would be embarrassed to say hello to the inmates in a lunatic asylum.
Mr. Freeze is a major villain born in line with many of the above characteristics.
His original name was Victor Fries, a cryogenic scientist. His beloved wife suffered from a severe degenerative disease that could not be cured with the medical technology of this era. Therefore, he froze his wife to a state of suspended life.
, while working on researching ways to treat her.
Later, the company funding his research unplugged his laboratory. An accident caused him to become a cold-blooded physique, and his body temperature must be kept at zero at all times. So he put on special protective armor and began to do some
Extreme behavior and becoming a super criminal.
On this day, this man was debugging some equipment that only he could understand in a factory called Northern Pure Land. Unexpectedly, two uninvited guests came outside the factory.
Mr. Freeze has not been a villain for a day or two. He has already installed some surveillance cameras in hidden places around the factory. If the police discover his whereabouts and plan to come in and round him up, he can make preparations in advance.
But this time, he saw a scene that was very confusing to him. First, a guy dressed somewhat similar to the joker appeared inexplicably. As soon as he arrived, he started to visit the spot. Then a passerby came, and the two had a few conversations.
In a sentence, passerby A stabbed himself, and what followed was a superhero-level fight. Passerby A controlled the blood monster to fight, while the fake joker relied on his superb skills and glowing cards.
By the time he saw this, Mr. Freeze had already taken out the most powerful freezing pulse gun. Because he felt that if he continued to fight like this, he might be affected...
"Help! Professor Frese!" Feng Bujue shouted for help while looking for Mr. Freeze in the factory.
In fact, it's not difficult to find. The largest factory building on the first floor is empty, and the conditions on the upper floors can be confirmed at a glance. Only the corridor door on the top floor is locked.
Feng Bujue also considered escaping elsewhere, but then he thought about it. Although escaping back to the city might allow King Zhaoying to temporarily stop the pursuit, it would be tantamount to giving up the resource of Mr. Freeze. Judging from the current situation,
Look, the guy ranked 19th is so powerful. If he doesn't get the help of some people or things in the play, he will definitely fail.
There is another point... Feng Bujue has always been concerned about how King Zhaoying found him. In such a big Gotham City, the other party can lock his coordinates and keep track of him from a long distance. He must have relied on some kind of method.
Skills or equipment, or...summons. If you ignore this matter and escape back to the city, the situation will just return to the situation where the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear.
Under some unknown surveillance, Feng Bujuegen was unable to implement any strategy. No matter what he wanted to do, it was very likely that others would easily destroy it or plunder the results.
Therefore, Feng Bujue has made up his mind to defeat King Zhaoying here.
So, he used the backup plan of the third strategy...
"Professor Freese!" Feng Bujue used a pipe wrench to break the lock on the door and rushed into Mr. Freeze's laboratory, "Help!"
Boom boom boom——
As he spoke, the sound of a monster moving was heard from behind him. At this time, the blood stone demon had already chased to the third floor of the factory building and was approaching. The speed of the stone demon in pursuit was not slow, but
Due to his large size, it was delayed when passing through doors and going up stairs, so Feng Bujue was able to distance himself a bit.
"Don't move, kid." Mr. Freeze pointed his gun at Feng Bujue and said, "Who are you?"
"Drink -" Feng Bujue took a deep breath, and then said at high speed like firing a machine gun: "I am a traveler from the future. Crazy Bujue. I have a medicine that can cure your wife. This medicine can also cure your wife."
I can cure you. But at this moment, there is a monster approaching twenty feet tall and weighing about one ton behind me. The man who controls the monster suffers from severe delusion. He believes that he is a being higher than this universe dimension.
You regard human life as insignificant and want to kill me at all costs. Once I die, no one can get the medicine, so please save me! Professor!"
Roar--
The Blood Stone Demon appeared behind Feng Bujue at this moment and let out a roar, followed closely by King Zhaoying.
Mr. Freeze has only one psychological weakness in his life, and that is his wife. Although he did not completely believe what Feng Bujue said, facing a strange monster that rushed into his laboratory, Mr. Freeze was obviously more willing to believe it.
And help a human trying to negotiate with himself.
"Get down." Mr. Freeze said "coldly".
The maximum power of the freezing pulse gun was no joke, but when a rough white light suddenly appeared, the surrounding temperature dropped sharply again.
King Zhaoying was obviously unprepared for this situation, but the only thing he could do was to hide behind the Blood Stone Demon. Unfortunately, this was of no avail.
This kind of freezing pulse gun can freeze a large swimming pool within ten seconds. The combined size of Shadow King and Blood Stone Demon is less than half a room. They were sealed within seconds after being hit head-on by the freezing pulse.
It was stuck inside the thick ice, like a fly in amber, unable to move.
"Huh..." Feng Bujue, who was lying on the floor, raised his head and looked back. Rather than being happy, he was more grateful: Fortunately, I met them before I came in to attack Mr. Freeze. Now look
Come on, I kind of underestimated the strength of the villain in this drama...
"Boy." With the sound of the pulse gun being recharged, Mr. Freeze turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at Feng Bujue, and sneered: "I heard that you have medicine that can cure my wife?"
"Yes, and I'm happy to hand it over to you." Feng Bujue said with a smile on his face, "shooting me and turning me into a popsicle... will only make things more complicated."
"Hmph..." Mr. Freeze put down his gun, "If you really have that kind of medicine, prove it to me."
"No problem." Feng Bujue stood up quickly and straightened his clothes. To be on the safe side, he said hello before reaching for something in his bag: "I want to take something out of a dimensional pocket now, and
I didn’t want to pull out a gun and shoot you, so..."
"Bullets can't penetrate my armor." Mr. Freeze interrupted: "Whatever you want to do, do it quickly."
"Okay... okay." Feng Bujue nodded and put his hand into his bag. But in Mr. Freeze's sight, the guy in front of him just put his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket.
What Feng Bujue wanted to take was naturally SCP-500, but he would never be stupid enough to take out the entire bottle. He secretly unscrewed the cap in his arms, took out a piece, held it in his fist, and then placed it in his hand.
Mr. Freeze stretched out his palm in front of him and said, "This is it."
"In my opinion, it's no different than aspirin," Mr. Freeze replied.
"I understand... I understand..." Feng Bujue said, "But... if you want to see the effect, you have to find an experimental subject first."
"You are very suitable." Mr. Freeze looked at Feng Bujue and said.
"I guess that's the case..." Feng Bujue murmured in a low voice. He stretched out a hand, "Okay, professor, use ice to cause some permanent damage to my hand."
Mr. Freeze glanced at him, seemingly surprised: "Oh? Are you sure?"
"Yes, of course." When Feng Bujue replied, he glanced back at King Zhaoying and the Blood Stone Demon at the door, "By the way, how long does it usually take for a person frozen by a pulse gun to die?"
"Much faster than you think." Mr. Freeze said, taking out a frozen pulse pistol from his waist. The power of this one was obviously relatively low, and it was far inferior to the big barrel-like thing in his hand.
"This is different from getting into your own refrigerator. This is cell death caused by severe freezing outside the cells. Of course... examples like them that are sealed in huge ice cubes usually die of suffocation."
"That is to say...three to five minutes...ah!" Feng Bujue's hand was hit by a pulse and was covered with a layer of frost.
"Your injury is different from theirs. I used a special frequency." Mr. Freeze's tone was still the same. "Your cytoplasm will quickly be severely and irreversibly damaged. In one minute, even if this is the case,
Even if your forearm is amputated, you won't feel anything."
"Then wait for a minute." Feng Bujue replied calmly, as if he was not the one who was shot.
"Heh... you remind me of another madman." Mr. Freeze laughed.
"Ah... I know him." Feng Bujue put on a sinister smile and said in a morbid tone: "Those who dress up as bats are crazy~"
