Bat Fight Simulator

Lord Damian is no longer concerned with assassination, but with frequent fights with his counterparts. The young master of the Assassin's League, who also has a strong sense of crisis, wishes that the other party would quickly return to his own universe or be killed by him sooner or later.

Red Robin has been gloating over others' misfortunes, working overtime until he is dizzy and relying on this fun to survive. He has even been biased, adding fuel to the fire, and making sarcastic remarks such as "Lord Mi said, give in to your little brother" that both Damians want to beat him up.

Red Hood is just a melon-eater and fun-watcher. He is very busy, and everyone is very busy, but he will occasionally joke while busy. When the Tyrant pushed the door open, he happened to hear Red Hood talking to the communication channel.

"I told you, gathering three Damians is equivalent to the destruction of the world."

Just as Jason was about to continue teasing, he saw the tyrant standing with his arms crossed and looking at him, and the rest of his words were stuck. He smiled awkwardly and continued to focus on the high-tech weapons and equipment in front of him. The gun with a deep and affectionate gaze seemed to be his lover, the love of his life, as if the scene of chatting just now was an illusion, and nothing happened at all.

"Where are the others?"

"Everyone is busy like a top, how can we huddle together? At most, we can chat about the situation in the address book." Red Hood spread his hands and shrugged, and continued.

"You are back, then good, do you want to deal with Lord Superman?"

"Deal with him."

"Yeah, or, one is unjust and one is a lord, which one do you want to deal with."

"We have to deal with them all. Well, the old man may not want to see it, but at least they have to be locked up."

At this point, Red Hood was still muttering with some dissatisfaction, obviously because Bruce was unwilling to give the flying white uniform a death sentence.

"Injustice."

"I will take my isotope to deal with Injustice Superman and the Injustice League, and my Superman will stay with you to deal with the Lord."

Everyone knows who the so-called isotope is.

"Okay, but do we have to rush to the Injustice Universe as soon as we come back?"

"How about a day's rest? It doesn't matter if we have 24 hours to get ready before setting off, so that we won't be overturned due to accidents or insufficient preparation, right?"

Red Hood looked at the gray ceiling and the weapons in front of him, but didn't look at the Tyrant. He was so concerned about him in a roundabout way.

After Er Yang, he caught a cold every two or three days, lying on the board, sighing. He was uncomfortable today and fell asleep in the afternoon. As a result, he was woken up in the middle of the journey and had a headache for a long time.

Reverse Super is also very cute. He really has 80% sugar content.

Reverse Bat has a sugar content of 60%

Gray Bat has a sugar content of 40%

Injustice Bat has a sugar content of -80%

Chapter 61 Players and Bat Family

Of course, you have to fight Injustice Superman, but you also need to rest.

Just like Red Hood said, in order to maintain efficient combat readiness and conserve energy, Tyrant has been tense for too long, even the players are trembling, thinking that it is like a string that can break at any time.

After a simple calculation, Messiah found that Tyrant is like a busy worker who keeps putting out fires. From waking up to now, he is either worrying about the Injustice Universe, the Lord Universe, or the hairy big problem between the two universes.

Then in order to solve this big problem, he returns to his native universe to face another big problem that is even more worrying.

People are not machines, how can they withstand such physical and mental blows again and again and continue to work non-stop.

Red Hood wants Tyrant to take a break, and this is why he wants to stop and rest. Although Tyrant feels that he doesn't need it, he can continue to seize the time to deal with Injustice Superman.

But the player thinks he needs it, and then it becomes I think I'm OK, no I don't think, I think you're not OK.

If at the beginning, Damian, who had just woken up, cooperated with the player almost nothing because of his excessive vigilance and defensive awareness, resulting in different ideas.

Then Tyrant, who now feels the difficulty in moving forward, can clearly realize that if he continues to insist on his own opinion, the two of them may have a dark history.

In front of the Bat Family of this universe and Superman and Diana of the reverse universe, he performed what is called sunny and cheerful crawling.

Tyrant raised his hand to cover his face, trying to calm down and dispel the strange and lingering black history fragments in his mind. In the end, he really didn't want to continue to embarrass himself. At that time, he confirmed that there could be no surveillance system or passers-by around. And he was sure that between him and the player, this kid didn't know how to write the three words of shame.

Finally, the Tyrant agreed to Red Hood's request and temporarily went offline. In fact, the player's control caused him to be physically exhausted. It should be said that the Tyrant's mood was more exhausted.

Since the character card consciousness was offline, the player actually felt much more relaxed. It's not that he didn't like Damian, but he was just happy that his guardian was finally not at home today and he could play freely and happily.

The Tyrant's control desire was really scary, and most of them were very serious and serious situations, which were very depressing. The player tried his best to cooperate every time.

Would he dare to say anything in that situation? He didn't dare.

The player who was finally able to move freely was like a bird out of a cage, and began to explore the resistance base that he had been coveting for a long time. He knew that Jason was in the arsenal.

Gray Bat, Diana and Superman were in the R\u0026D department, and they seemed to be planning something urgently. They were really racing against time. The player took a second look when he passed by the window, and compared the words, and translated a sentence--

"If the technological capabilities are limited, you can also try to contact the magic method."

But the player didn't pay attention to what was said after that, after all, they were so busy.

The player had a rare leisure time, and continued to walk to other areas. In the medical department, it was not Lord Damian this time, but Nightwing who was calculating the loss of medicine and taking care of the soldiers. He was a little happy to see the tyrant with a rare relaxed expression.