American comics: This guy is crazy

Time goes back to three minutes ago.

Allen successfully found a socket and took out the nurse's hat hairpin that he had taken from Catherine earlier.

"Don't be afraid of being shattered into pieces. You must leave your innocence in the world."

Then, insert the empty slot resolutely and decisively.

Snapped!

Lightning suddenly appeared, and his eyes went black.

Arkham Asylum lost power and tripped, and Allen successfully blew the fuse of the voltage regulator.

‘The host activates the full career system. Currently, you can choose professional warriors, thieves, and archers. When the first career is full, you can establish a second career. ’

‘Selection timeout, random allocation in progress. ’

‘Congratulations to the host for choosing the thief profession. ’

‘Optional timelines are as follows. ’

‘Justice camp: S.H.I.E.L.D., Sky Eye Society, and the Ministry of Vision. ’

‘Evil faction: Hydra, Hand, League of Assassins. ’

‘Selection timeout, random allocation in progress. ’

‘Congratulations to the host for choosing the League of Assassins. ’

Allen accidentally activated the golden finger, and of course he was unconscious the whole time.

At this point, Arkham's backup power is restored, and Allen is nowhere to be found.

Kwesi Sharp, who was hiding in the dean's office, searched for the surveillance video and checked carefully over and over again. The cold sweat on his temples unconsciously dripped onto his shirt.

Dean Quasi knew very well that the restart of Arkham Asylum was definitely not a decision initiated by Director Gordon.

The so-called jailing of crazy criminals is actually a bullshit cover-up. The real purpose is to monitor and record Allen at all times.

With shaking hands, he dialed a phone number.

"Fury, the target is missing."

After a brief report, Kusi made another phone call: "Amanda..."

…

On the snow-capped peak sits an antique oriental-style building.

This place is one of the many training bases of the Assassin's League, where orphans are collected from all over the world and trained into cold-blooded killers.

This base is covered with ice and snow all year round and is only used to train adult assassins and warriors in various physical and martial arts skills.

Ninja master Lei Xiaoogu wore a long robe, solemnly and solemnly speaking in front of everyone, telling his concept of justice in his heart.

"There have been wars in the world since ancient times, and you are all victims who have lost loved ones in the war. The purpose of my establishment of the Assassin's League is to end any form of war and establish a just country where no one will lose their loved ones due to war. You will be the judges, judging with your own hands the culprits who started the war..."

Indeed, the League of Assassins specializes in adopting war orphans so that they can be molded and brainwashed from an early age so that they can unswervingly carry out assigned tasks.

From beginning to end, he regards himself as the incarnation of justice, and regards the ninja master as a spiritual mentor and leader.

"The boss said it well."

Bang bang bang...

Untimely applause suddenly sounded.

In the first row, a man wearing a mask with a hole cut out for his mouth clasped his hands up and down, imitating the clapping of a gorilla.

Yes, he is Allen who came through the timeline.

"Boss, I will definitely be the man who silently supports you from behind."

As Allen spoke, he touched Nissa and Thalia with his left and right elbows and signaled: "Give me some reaction. The boss said it so passionately that I almost believed it."

Thalia glared hard and then gave Nissa a reproachful look.

Nisha’s face was filled with helplessness and her heart was filled with regret.

The incident came up three days ago, she shouldn't have picked up this madman from the snow, and then, the style of the League of Assassins suddenly changed.

"Why cut a hole in the mask?" Lei Xiaoaogu asked with a frown.

He has lived for hundreds of years, and his mind has long been calm, but now he wants to stick his sword into the other person's mouth and crush his tongue, making him speechless forever.

"Report, I can't breathe."

"That guy won't take off his mask."

“I wanted to maintain a little bit of the mystique of a righteous person.”

I'm so stupid, really.

You shouldn't ask stupid questions or even say another word to him when you know he's not normal.

"Nisha, you brought this man back, and you are responsible for training him."

Lei Xiaoaogu emphasized the last three words.

There is no better way to know a father than a daughter, Nisha understood: "Father, I understand."

The meaning is very simple, train Allen hard, make him quit when faced with difficulties, and choose to leave on his own initiative.

Why don't you take action personally and solve it quickly? Lei Xiaoaogu has been brainwashing the members to shape us as a just organization. How can we do such things as harm innocent people?

Moreover, they are still disabled and should provide help.

"Come with me."

Nessa walked forward with a sullen face, and Allen followed him jumping up and down.

"Sister, if you train me alone, they won't be jealous."

"Sister, they won't be jealous."

"Sister, they don't want to hit me."

"It's so scary. Unlike me, I only feel sorry for my sister."

Allen was so mean and full of tea, Nissa was so angry that she clenched her hands into fists, and her nails almost dug into her flesh.

In the distance, Thalia looked gloating, and suddenly felt that Allen was particularly pleasing to the eye.

The two sisters are the daughters of the Assassin Master. They have lived in the Assassin's League since they were young and have experienced the same training. Their goal is to take over the Assassin Master's position. They naturally have a competitive mentality. As long as the other party is defeated, they will be happy.

Martial arts room.

Nisha threw a bamboo sword and said with a serious expression: "From today on, I will teach you various martial arts skills until you become a true warrior, or you can't persist and choose to give up."

Allen picked up the bamboo sword and put it on his waist to shape it. He looked up at the snow-capped mountains outside the window at a 45-degree angle. His eyes showed loneliness and loneliness, as if a lonely swordsman was recalling this life.

Nessa frowned, wondering what the fuss was about.

The world of mental illness is unpredictable. One moment you pretend to be green tea, the next moment you pretend to be aloof. There is no pattern at all.

"The matter has come to this, and I can't hide it after all."

Allen sighed and said to himself: "I once cut across the eternity with one sword, blocking the enemies of all heavens. Since then, I have sealed the sword for endless years. Do you really want me to take action?"

The corners of her mouth twitched inadvertently, and Nisha felt vaguely that she couldn't control her emotions.

Your sword can cut through eternity.

I'll break your ribs with my sword.

Nisha urged impatiently: "Stop talking nonsense and attack me."

"Since it is unavoidable, I have to use the ninjutsu that I am proud of."

"Ninjutsu?"

Allen explained seriously: "I once traveled around the world and passed through a Hokage village. I learned a powerful ninjutsu. I'm afraid you won't be able to grasp it."

"Heh... let's show it and see."

Ninjutsu is a real type of martial arts, and the Assassin's League has collected many so-called ninjutsu.

Nissa thought it was a joke to mention ninjutsu in front of her.

"Be careful."

Allen reminded him and took a long breath, as if he was accumulating strength and preparing to explode with all his strength.

Seeing this, Nissa couldn't help but tighten her grip on the hilt of the sword, her eyes showed caution and concern, and she couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of the ninjutsu.

"I'll go to the toilet first."

The ultimate secret of Ninjutsu: Shit Release: Can't be clamped.

Without a word, Allen walked outside without looking back.

"Come back here, asshole."

Nisha roared angrily, this guy was insulting her intelligence.