"Beware of the Court of Owls, always monitoring your travels.
Peeping at Gotham City from the dark, hidden in the attic with low walls.
He is with you when you are at home, and when you are lying on your bed, he is also there.
Never mention his name, or the claws will hunt for your head."
A short gentleman in a suit slowly chanted a ballad that penetrated history, shaking his head.
"Stop your boring singing, Mr. Cobot," a native of the country snorted, "The purpose of my coming here is not to listen to the singing from your dog-bitten voice." p>
On the half of the face of the motherland illuminated by the moonlight, you can clearly see the corners of the mouth curled up, and the disdain is as real as the substance.
Drake looked at the surrounding environment, and his wise pupils reflected a different light. He rubbed the thumbs of his two hands and said lightly: "Mr. Motherland, I think we should believe in the reputation of the Cobot family.
."
In this place that resembles a conference room, the only thing worth noting in sight is the wooden table in front of them, but the missing leg of the table silently accuses several people of their anger as if they were being played.
"Oh no, no, no, do you think this is the secret base of our Owl Council? An abandoned little fisherman's rest house near the port?!" Oswald Copperpot took a breath of cold air.
Angry, he took off the black top hat on his head, spread his hands, and looked surprised.
"Then I would like to remind these two distinguished gentlemen that I think you should deal with the immediate crisis before considering other secondary matters."
Drake remained silent. His current situation was indeed not optimistic. Under the pressure of Gotham City's political bosses and business tycoons, the Life Foundation was like a reed swaying in the wind, and could change at any time.
It may break completely.
This was also the biggest reason why he came here. As the head of the Cobot family outside, when Oswald contacted him and told him the word "Parliament of Owls", Drake accepted it without hesitation.
Oswald's invitation.
The native of the motherland glanced at Drake: "I'm sorry, I don't have any so-called immediate crisis, and I don't think the ordinary person in front of me is qualified to sit at the same table as me."
After saying this, the motherland man stood up. The shadow brought by his huge body completely covered the moonlight cast from the window, just when he was about to blast away the wall and fly away.
Oswald circled the black top hat with his index finger and let it spin like a top: "Oh no no no, Mr. Motherland, our captain, the crisis in front of us... Do you think the crisis will be obvious?
In front of your eyes, like a white buttock that you can rub flat and round?"
The people of the motherland narrowed their eyes: "If you are talking about those bugs hiding in the dark, they are far from reaching the level of crisis."
"Insects also have masters..." Oswald said with a smile: "The nature of living things is to bully the weak and fear the strong, so there is a possibility that they attack higher-level creatures... that is, there are others behind them.
There is a higher-level creature commanding them, and this creature will challenge you. I am afraid it is about the same level as you... At least he is sure to kill you!"
The breeze brought by the spinning hat blew Oswald's black hair.
"A higher-level creature...your reasoning does make some sense, so let me see how you can help me." The motherland folded his arms and looked down at this funny farce calmly.
"Of course, I will not disappoint the two people present." Oswald put on the black top hat again and snapped his fingers with his free right hand.
"Pa!"
"Come out, our friendly partners, the Skrulls from a distant planet...Mr. Talos! Warmly welcome!"
"Hmm...this sense of oppression..." At the moment when they snapped their fingers, the people of the motherland were keenly aware that there was a humanoid creature in the corner of the house.
Drake realized belatedly that when he saw this alien species covered in green, he burst out with a different kind of enthusiasm, which even surpassed his original intention of coming here.
"Mr. Oswald, what kind of species are the Skrulls? Their physical appearance is the same as that of ordinary humans, but the life energy contained in them..."
"Crack!" The blue-light scanning glasses in front of Drake's eyes suddenly cracked. He clenched his fists, and the calmness in his eyes had been completely replaced by fanaticism.
"If possible, I would like to further study their body structure..."
"Pause, President of the Life Foundation!" Oswald raised his hand as a reminder.
"This is our partner, not a random cat or dog I picked up on the road. If they agree, you can dismember them."
"But what we are going to talk about now is cooperation. Our alien friends from distant galaxies seem to have encountered some big troubles."
Talos glanced coldly at the three people present: "Did the Council of Owls only send you three? It's really boring. The largest dark force in Gotham City controls the entire Gotham City organization. With this little power, it's really boring.
Ridiculous."
Oswald waved his hand: "Oh no, no, no, I don't want to get involved in your troubles. Please forgive me for introducing them. These are two friends who are willing to help the Skrulls and the president of the Life Foundation.
, Mr. Drake."
"Captain of Watt's Super Seven, Mr. Motherland."
"Your goals are the same, aren't they?" Oswald shrugged.
"A black slimy creature, a green muscular man, and a guy called the King of Heroes."
Talos remained motionless and said in a muffled voice: "That black slimy creature and the green muscular man are indeed our enemies, but we don't have any understanding of the guy you call the King of Heroes."
"As I said before, there are higher-level creatures behind lower-level creatures commanding them."
Oswald smiled brightly: "After investigation by our Owl Council, these two guys are likely to be the eagle dogs of this hero king, and the originator of the recent famous death legend in Gotham City is also this hero.
King! The hero king of Ark Company!"
"Ark Company...King of Heroes?" Drake, the president of the Life Foundation, suddenly realized.
"I see, they also want to enter the field of biological research... No wonder... No wonder..."
"It seems that the destruction of the Life Foundation Company Building was also Ark Company's plan." Oswald followed the lead.
Later, several people completely consolidated the anti-Ark Company alliance, and they regarded Ark Company as an enemy that cannot be ignored at this stage.
After Talos proposed a joint fight against S.H.I.E.L.D., he easily won the approval of several other people. It is conceivable that for these guys, S.H.I.E.L.D. is already their enemy on the opposite side.
The missing moon slowly rose into the sky, and Oswald was the only one left in the dilapidated temporary rest house. He patted the dust on his body and chattered into the intercom: "My work here has been completed, next time
I remember to change someone else for the first time, ha... You said that I didn't actually take action in the previous aid fund. That's because that bastard was too useless. Anyway, this time I successfully won over two peripheral members..."
"If I want to say which one is suitable, let's say the people from the motherland. That guy from the Life Foundation is a little restless...and he may not live long."
Oswald, the middle-aged man called "Penguin" by the person on the walkie-talkie, glanced sideways at the moon in the sky and hung up the phone, which also marked the end of his mission.