Red Dead Redemption

"How? I've been preparing these things for a long time."

Luthor opened his arms and smiled at the clown and the scarecrow, but of course he was mainly facing the scarecrow at this time.

Because behind him is a very complete production line.

Through the glass door, you can see all the machinery and equipment inside. They are spotlessly clean, and they can even reflect a dazzling light like a mirror when illuminated by the light.

The clown strode forward, lying on the glass with his eyes wide open, his steel teeth exposed again, he looked very happy.

The scarecrow slowly took two steps closer, and his sharp eyes could be vaguely seen under the linen hood.

Luther turned around, and the three of them looked at the factory hidden in the freighter together.

"Although I don't want to boast, but in fact, I was preparing these things a long time ago. I have heard a saying called "Three Caves for the Sly Rabbit", which means that the cunning rabbit will carve out three burrows for itself, that is, the place to hide. The more we have, the more we can avoid disasters. The freighter we are in is one of them. I have sufficient supplies and energy reserves on it, and this small factory is the most important thing."

Speaking, Luther looked at the scarecrow again: "I have heard your name and deeds a long time ago, I am very interested in your research results, I think it may be a landmark product, so, it is prepared for you."

The Scarecrow didn't look at him, but said, "You mean, you thought about robbing prison a long time ago?"

"Prison?" Luthor blinked, "Oh, so to speak, Arkham is a good place, but I didn't do much, I just let people get mixed in with the failed gangsters and help them out a little bit. I was amazed by their sudden fighting spirit. If only they were as enthusiastic when they were annexed and driven out."

The Joker turned around and looked at the words: "Oh, it sounds like Gotham's gangsters seem to have some problems?"

Luther laughed: "Of course, when you were away, someone first annexed all the gangs in New York, and then they entered Gotham some time ago. Now there is only one gang in the whole Gotham City."

"Wow!" The clown opened his mouth in shock: "Is that little bat dead?"

"No, he is alive and well, and he even maintains a good relationship with the master behind the gang."

"He doesn't know about it?"

"No, he knows."

The clown's smile immediately faded, his face sank, and the whole person seemed to be enveloped by an extremely dangerous aura: "This is really disappointing to me, isn't he the dark knight, why didn't he kill that guy?"

"Hahaha~"

Luther laughed loudly.

The clown suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"what are you laughing at?"

"What are you laughing at? Hehe, you've been in Arkham for so long that you don't know anything about the changes in this world. But it's not your fault, come here, give me a computer for our VIP to take a good look at What is the world like now?"

Following his greeting, the man next to him brought a computer, and the clown frowned and watched the video.

Luther turned his head and chatted with the scarecrow.

"How should I call you? Professor? Scientist? Or simply call you Mr.?"

The scarecrow glanced at him: "I always thought that I was an artist."

"Artist? Hahaha, that's right, yes, of course you are an artist, an artist of psychology and fear! Well, I'll call you 'artist' from now on. So, dear artist, can you start? ?"

"Anytime, but what about the material?"

"You don't have to worry about this. Although I don't know your formula, I have a lot of things in my collection. I have everything I can buy that I can't buy. If I don't have it now, I can guarantee that I will have it within a day. ."

"Very well, give me a list of your favorites."

"Yes. There are all the information in the host computer. If you need additional materials or quantities, you can order my assistant at any time." Luther introduced his assistant to the scarecrow, and then said: "By the way, artist, you Don't you need to know about the changes in the world, that's more like a **** than Superman. Well, I forgot you were locked up for a long time, and you probably don't know Superman?"

"I don't know, but I've heard of it." The Scarecrow turned to the door, and said at the same time, "But I don't think I need to know them, because I believe that even a **** can have something to fear. !"

"Well said!" Luthor exclaimed loudly, applauding again and again.

As soon as the glass door opened and closed, the scarecrow entered and quickly put on a protective suit for himself. At the same time, many staff members who had already been prepared rushed in to help him.

At this point, the clown roughly finished watching the video.

When he looked up, Luthor asked with a smile, "How do you feel?"

The clown took a deep breath with a solemn expression.

Three seconds later, he burst into an unprecedented smile.

"I feel very happy! My skin, my internal organs, my hands, feet, brain, eyes, and even every pore are starting to get excited. Do you see if all these hairs stand up? This is me The world I want! Wonderful! It's amazing!!"

The clown's abnormal performance made the people standing around feel quite uncomfortable, and he almost wanted to turn away and not let himself appear beside him.

But Luther is different, he seems to be very eclectic, and his attitude towards the clown is the same as before.

"It's really exciting, but I have more exciting ones, would you like to see it?" Luther blinked teasingly.

The clown turned his head in disbelief: "Where is it? Where is it?"

"Oh, don't worry, she's not here."

"Her?" The Joker grabbed the core immediately.

Luther laughed silently.

Clown: "Who's her?"

"Hugh Xiu, flying around that."

"Oh~ Lex, you are awesome. But..." The clown looked at the scarecrow in the factory, "You definitely don't think his poisonous gas is enough. To be honest, his poisonous gas has no effect on me. I beat him hard when he used that thing against me before."

Luther was confident: "Of course, I won't put all my hopes on one thing, so although I'm looking forward to him making poisonous gas that is also feared, I still prefer to believe that the poisonous gas is used to make those Guys are scrambling and suffering at the same time because of their incompetence. I prepared a lot, for example, I left them a little gift at the Met."

"Are you interested in telling me about your preparations, I think we can do something together."

"Of course, this was my goal in the first place, wasn't it?"

So, the two of them crossed each other's shoulders again and chatted and left.

metropolis.

Bruce stood on the roof, the high winds blowing the cloak behind him.

The helicopters near the Lexus Group left one by one, and the onlookers below gradually dispersed. This group company, which once gathered various reputations, collapsed in a short period of time.

The building is brightly lit, but it is not the employees of the group who are wandering inside, but the police who investigate and collect evidence and seal up items.

Bruce couldn't help thinking of his own Wayne Group, and the family origin that his father had told him when he was a child.

The Wayne family's history is the same as that of many native American families. In the era of great immigration, the ancestors of the Wayne family came to this undeveloped continent by boat. The first pot of gold they earned was selling furs to the French. So, the ancestors of the Wayne family were hunters.

Later, after a period of savings, the Wayne family began to intervene in formal business for development.

Following the pace of the times, the Wayne family has gradually participated in industries such as railways, real estate and petroleum. These industries have laid a solid foundation for the current Wayne Group, and some industries are still the strong backing of the steady and rapid development of the Wayne Group.

Compared with the Wayne Group, the rise of the Lex Group is much faster.

Moreover, Luthor's fortune could have been regarded as a "self-made" legend.

Wayne knew about Luthor long before he investigated the Lex Group. At that time, although he was busy being a knight in the dark, he still lived a rich life during the day. Although Bruce had never met Luthor at that time, he still admired him in his heart.

But now, Bruce has only two words: deserve it.

He is no less hostile to Luthor than Superman, whom he has framed.

Because Luther had people slaughtered civilians who were powerless to resist in order to frame the blame. This is unacceptable to Bruce.

If Luthor kills a **** gangster or terrorist, then Bruce will definitely not say a word, just like Hong Fei's people clean up gangsters in Gotham, Bruce won't kill, but he will hit, hit hard It's not uncommon for him to be hit with hemiplegia, and at the same time he doesn't have to stop others from killing those bad guys.

Speaking of Gotham, Bruce sighed again.

His philosophy is simple: crime is like weeds.

What are weeds like? After pulling some out today, there will always be some more in the future, like an inexhaustible leek.

Bruce thinks he has the ability to wipe out all the gangsters in Gotham, but he doesn't think he can make Gotham no longer have gangster criminal organizations from now on.

When he first started out as the Dark Knight, Bruce's energy was far more fierce than he is now.

It was only in the past twenty years that he gradually understood the above-mentioned truth about weeds.

So he changed his approach.

Instead of removing all the existing gangs and growing some brand-new gang forces that he doesn’t know anything about, it is better to selectively keep some of the gang forces in the continuous attack, which can make him more handy when preventing crimes. In turn, better ordinary people are victimized in gang activities.

This course of action, to some extent, has been very suitable for most police around the world.

Do the police really fail to clean up some gangsters?

It's just that I don't want a brand new gang to emerge and have to investigate it all over again.

However, Hong Fei's actions directly interrupted the balance he had maintained for many years.

In the beginning, Bruce seemed to find Hong Fei directly and communicated his ideas with him.

But he soon canceled the trip.

Because, he also wanted to see if Hong Fei could have a better way to solve the problem of "simple folk customs" in Gotham City.

Well, give it a try, there's no harm in it.

At least, he saw a change in New York's underground gang.

Bruce didn't dare to expect Gotham to become like New York. He only hoped that the number of dead bodies found every month in places like Gotham's gutters or dark alleys could be reduced. If Gotham could become the old New York, That was great news for Bruce.

Well, since Hong Fei told him about comics, he went to see Marvel comics exclusively.

In that comics world, the gangsters of New York are the most depicted, and the most prominent of them is Hell's Kitchen.

From the bottom of his heart, Bruce envied the city: if only Gotham could be like New York.

Even in the face of the underworld emperor Jin Bing, Bruce is sure to do better than that little spider. I don't know if Hong Fei recognizes Spider-Man. After reading some Spider-Man comics, he has something to say to Spider-Man. If there is a chance If so, Hong Fei can convey it on his behalf.

After a moment of thoughts surging in his mind, Bruce shook his head gently, concentrating on the state of preparation.

The power of Superman has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. After careful research, Bruce is more sure of Superman's strength than anyone else.

But he has no choice, at least for now, and tackling Superman is his only goal.

Just as he was thinking, the HUD in front of Bruce suddenly flashed red.

His eyes gleamed suddenly, and then he looked up at the sky.

Far in the sky, in a thin light-colored rain and fog, a red figure was flying towards the city at super high speed.

When Bruceton took a deep breath, his eyes and the bat logo on his chest lit up at the same time.

His actions like this seemed to send a signal, and the red figure in the sky suddenly turned and rushed towards him, and the speed seemed to be faster!

Well done!

Bruce shouted secretly in his heart, and he quietly turned one hand behind him, his palm flashing a light green light.

When he was about to approach, Superman slowed down and hung in the air.

Bruce is about to start.

I saw Superman anxiously glanced at the Lex Group beside him, and then said hurriedly: "Batman, have you seen Lex Luthor here?"

Bruce frowned, his voice low and hoarse: "No."

When Superman heard the words, his face was filled with disappointment, and he quickly said, "Well... um~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He kidnapped my mother, wait, I don't feel Louise anymore, this bastard. If you find any trace of him, please let me know, sorry! I'm bothering you!"

After speaking quickly, Superman turned and was about to fly away.

Bruce reached out quickly.

"and many more!"

Superman turned back, his urgency beyond words.

Bruce licked his lips, and there was a fierce battle in his heart.

Superman couldn't wait any longer, and said directly: "Batman, I'm sorry, I'm really in a hurry!"

"Well, I know, you said Lex Luthor kidnapped your family?"

"Yeah! I just went back to Kansas, and my mother is gone, but someone left the Lex Group logo in the living room."

"It's really... he's gone too far!"

"Yes! But, I'm really leaving!"

"No, wait a minute! I...maybe..."

After being interrupted several times, Superman was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Batman, you mean... No, are you willing to help me?"

Bruce was also stunned.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Superman had acquiesced as the invisible face under the armor, so he quickly said: "Thank you! Thank you very much! I'm sorry that I had thoughts about you before, and so on. After the end, I will solemnly apologize and thank you like you! Now let's get down to business! I'll go home and see if there are any clues about the residence. You can follow your ideas. Reunite here!"

After all, Superman didn't hesitate any longer, he directly lifted into the sky and rumbled away.

Bruce stood there like a statue for a long time without returning to his senses.

Who can tell me what I want to do by standing here for so long?