Chapter 1,722 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoners of the Batcave (5)
Chapter 1696 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoners of the Batcave (5)
The first-person perspective of the man holding the knife in the screen was walking down the dark corridor for a long time. When he went up to the first floor and opened a door at the end of the corridor, the scene suddenly opened up and the whole picture became brighter.
stand up.
But when the initial dazzling light disappeared, what appeared in everyone's eyes was simply a set of strange monsters.
The room was divided into two sides by a huge poker table. Standing against the wall on the left side was an extremely strong giant with mud flowing all over his body.
To his right was an equally burly green monster with green skin, an upper body covered with spikes from cold-blooded animals, and a crocodile-like bloody mouth.
To the right of this terrifying crocodile man, a fat man wearing a purple-red pig head mask was carelessly stroking the surrounding playing cards. His white apron was stained with black blood that could not be washed away, and he also had a pair of knives on his waist.
kitchen knife.
Behind him, half of her body was blocked, a black-haired woman with a decadent expression, her whole body covered with fine silk threads. A terrifying doll stood behind her, being manipulated by her to make weird expressions.
The first one on the right side of the table is a half-human, half-bat monster with dark brown wrinkled skin, two large wings, and extremely sharp canine teeth that ordinary bats do not have. At this time, it is shaking its bat-like pig nose on the table.
Looking for something down there.
Sitting on the sofa behind him to the left was a man in a green suit. His whole body was trembling slightly, and he kept mumbling something, which seemed to be some mathematical formulas and theorems.
On the right side of the sofa is a bald man wearing a white coat and a pair of round lenses that reflect the cold light. Next to him, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, is a man with a tattered sack on his head, as if he had just left.
A stiff man walking out of the fields.
Standing at the end of the room was a short figure, wearing an extremely exaggerated bright green suit and a huge top hat on his head. He was holding a teacup with complex patterns in his hand, as if he was leisurely drinking afternoon tea.
Near the back door, there was a woman with red and blue highlights and exaggerated makeup on her face, and a man with bullet clips all over his body playing Spider Solitaire on the table. Behind him was a man with a shark head.
"Shit!"
Everyone who saw this picture couldn't help but curse the most filthy words they could. Jarvis patted Wanda's shoulder lightly with his hand, and then said: "I finally know what you mean by weird."
.”
Wanda shook her head slightly and said: "That's not all weird. The little girl who got in touch with me told me that these scary monsters are also a passionate fan of superheroes."
"ah???"
"We didn't come here to kill time by playing cards. Everyone, we have to come up with a good idea to take back our city, and more importantly, take back Batman. Do you just want to see him give up like this?"
"Hugo, it's easy for you to say." The short man who was drinking tea took off the huge hat on his head, turned it around twice in his hand, snorted coldly and said: "Batman ran away like a coward. Leaving us here, we naturally, uh, naturally should destroy his city in revenge for what he did to us!"
"Hugo, are you really going to cooperate with that stupid woman Amanda?" The man next to him dressed like a scarecrow turned to look at the doctor named Hugo and said: "You know she is stupid as hell. She actually wants us to sacrifice our lives for her?! I really don’t know how she survives to this day!”
"We have no other way." A low voice that sounded like it was coming from the mud sounded from the other end of the room. The huge monster made of mud opened its mouth and said: "The chaos outside seems like a world war has broken out, and the bats The hero actually abandoned his city at such a critical moment, even the clown didn't know where he had gone."
"Correction, I don't know where Batman has gone." Harley Quinn glanced back at the situation in the room, and then said without interest: "I can't even find the Joker at all, and I don't know where my dear little one is. Biscuit is hiding somewhere and having fun by himself, it’s really terrible.”
"We can't break out with our bare hands." The man next to Harley Quinn, who was loaded with magazines, said, "I know very well how intense the firepower outside is. The entire city is about to be reduced to rubble."
"Let me tell you, this is fine." Harley Quinn rolled her eyes and said, "Although the FBI agent leader has bad intentions, no one here is free. She wants us to work hard for her. Naturally, we should show some sincerity."
"Hugo, you haven't said what Amanda wants us to do?"
"Hmph, there's nothing to say, it's just the same old thing." Hugo pushed up his glasses and said: "She may think that the chaos in Gotham is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for her to intervene in the city. She feels that her biggest obstacle is Wei En Group, maybe in fact, she has never defeated Bruce Wayne."
The monsters tacitly let out a series of sharp laughter, as if it was a big joke that these two people were compared together, but they all fell silent, and no one tried to explain the joke.
"So? She doesn't want us to kill Wayne, does she?"
"She wants conclusive criminal evidence." Hugo stood up from the sofa, walked to the poker table, knocked on the table lightly with his hand, and then said: "The kind that can be used to threaten Bruce Wayne to cooperate with her. She hinted that we can fabricate the evidence, as long as it is published, it will cause a major blow to the Wayne Group in the field of public opinion, and Bruce Wayne will have to make concessions for it."
There was another series of snickering, and then it turned into crazy and unrestrained laughter. Everyone in the room understood it tacitly, but the people in front of the screen who were watching this scene all had blank expressions on their faces.
"What are they laughing at?" Coulson asked in confusion, pointing at the screen.
It was Natasha who dutifully analyzed the matter from the perspective of an agent: "If I heard correctly, this city should be very special. Before this, the FBI could not intervene in the intelligence work here. You know, then
Group control freaks don’t care whether the information is useful or not, it must be under control anyway.”
"There is some chaos happening in this city now, and the FBI thinks it can take advantage of it. The person named Amanda is either the director of the Special Operations Department, or at least in charge of part of the special field work. She decided to bribe this person.
Group, uh, this group..."
The female agent searched for a long time, not knowing how to describe the strange creatures she saw in this room.
Let's say they are like those super villains in New York. Who would go to a lunatic asylum? And the city is in such chaos that they don't even escape, but they still gather here for a meeting. What if those lunatics in New York are all
With this, Natasha can laugh out of her dreams.
"...this group of special talents." Nick spoke with final words.
From working for SHIELD in the past few years, the director of SHIELD has learned a truth - the weirder you look, the faster you work.
"Okay, she wants to recruit this group of special talents to threaten an important person with power and money in the city by collecting criminal evidence, and then these strange guys are discussing whether to cooperate."
"The working style of the FBI has been really stable for decades." Charles said very tactfully: "Even the thinking of different field managers in the two universes can be so strikingly similar. It is really impressive.
profound."
"All the agents in the world are as dark as ever." Nick shook his head, pulled out a box of beer from under the sofa and started distributing it. He opened a can himself, and then said: "I can't say that his thinking is wrong, after all, our universe
Those weird and special geniuses among them have contributed a lot to the solar system development plan."
"I mean the FBI also wanted to hire mutants in this way." Charles shrugged lightly and said: "They once wanted to make an agreement with Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters, and we would send them special agents without even a formal identity.
, mainly used to do dirty work, of course I did not agree to them."
"Because I know they will use this dirty resume to threaten me, or simply make my choice public, so that all young mutants will think I am a human trafficker."
Charles' tone was calm, as if this kind of thing couldn't even be called the overt and covert attack he encountered, but just an insignificant wind of conspiracy.
"If I have learned anything in the past few years, it is that if you want people to work for you sincerely, you must learn to accept and respect their shortcomings, and then admit that these are within your capabilities.
The best candidate.”
Nick emphasized: "The most important thing is the last point. If you hire them with the mentality of 'I won't find these monsters unless I have no other choice', a disaster will definitely be waiting for you."
"It's like a marriage." Charles lowered his eyes slightly and said, "If one of the parties always feels that he deserves better, it will only be a matter of time before the couple breaks up."
"We can only admit that Amanda is the best candidate we can choose. Who made us ignore the changes in the external situation, miss the best time to leave here, and lose Batman's whereabouts?" Controlling
The woman with the puppet said: "Our stupid behavior leads to the result that we can only cooperate with idiots. I think you all have to recognize this."
Colson took a breath when he heard this. He clicked his tongue and said, "It's over now. Although what she said is the truth, the truth is often the hardest to accept. She also said
So straightforward, these monsters will go crazy, right?"
Natasha nodded lightly. As agents, they are most sensitive to the way people deal with each other. Sometimes straightforward words do not make people look more attractive. A tense atmosphere
One sentence may be the spark that ignites a dispute.
Most people present agreed with this point of view. After all, none of the monsters in this room seemed to be kind. This was almost equivalent to directly scolding them for being stupid. Ordinary people may not be able to bear it, let alone this.
A group of vicious-looking monsters.
"Weirdos whose appearance is meaningful to ordinary people and who are not accepted by normal society will be more fragile and sensitive on the inside." Nick analyzed based on his own experience: "Usually, the liaison agents who deal with them need to be carefully selected and must be adequate.
He is gentle and tactful, and can deeply understand their situation and comfort them."
"This is not an easy job." There was some admiration in Charles' tone. He looked at Nick and said: "And you, Director, you completed this impossible job almost perfectly. That day I met Lightning in the corridor.
Mr. Ren, his mental state seems much better."
"Oh, of course he is much better. He fell in love with his operator, and this damn bastard took away the best little sparrow in this class!" Nick said through gritted teeth.
At this time, the sound coming from the screen attracted their attention again. Surprisingly, there was no fierce quarrel, only silence that seemed to last forever.
"I agree. Although this happened too suddenly, we had at least ten opportunities to intervene before the situation developed like this, and at least to keep an eye on Batman. But now we have nothing.
It would be difficult to start from scratch, so working with Amanda is not unacceptable."
The Scarecrow's tone was a little cold, but the content was quite logical. He said: "But even if we have to pay for our mistakes, Amanda is not the one who can speak loudly and point fingers at us. We know who we are, and she
Not necessarily with the FBI."
"This is indeed worth noting." The short man wearing a top hat said: "We need to carefully evaluate that once we accept her employment, it means that to some extent we are working against the Wayne Group, whether it is a show or not.
We simply have bad intentions, but the consequences are not acceptable to each of us."
"We have to evaluate carefully." Even Harley Quinn lost her crazy tone. She seemed to have returned to the state of psychiatrist Quinzel overnight. She reached out to push up the non-existent glasses and said: "
In this plan, everyone should be in his or her place, but not everyone is under Amanda's control. We have to leave enough margin, after all, the bat is still watching from the attic."
"Execution or performance?"
"Or both."
"Then come on, let's perfect this plan. Batman has given us such a broad stage, how can we let him down?"
The people in front of the screen fell silent. At this time, they realized that these monsters were different from the madmen here.
They are not piles of corpses made of frenzied blood that is constantly boiling, limbs that are extremely powerful and uncontrollable due to change, and brains that have become useless due to madness. Nor are they socially unsound, shrinking and avoiding the eyes of others.
marginalized people in society.
Because they are calm, cautious, extremely objective and rational in judging others and themselves, and even conduct friendly exchanges and good cooperation with a more complete and stable personality than ordinary people, they actually make everyone watching them see flashes of light in their ferocious appearance.
The shining soul.
This is a sudden reminder that the precious seedlings that were carefully cultivated in a ruined garden have long since died, and what is left are strange flowers that grow wantonly from the extreme desolation with fearless madness.
Bizarre, absurd, like a relaxing scene in a tragedy that can make people chuckle, similar to...art.