Facing the bloody hand stretched out by the guy who called himself Donnie, Cyborg still felt a certain "slippery" feeling even though the touch of his palm was gone.
Therefore, he just gave the other party a cold look, his red mechanical eyes glowed brightly, and he turned around to leave.
"It is true that your life has not been affected, but if you continue like this, you will lose too much blood. Go to the hospital yourself."
After saying that, Cyborg will fly away from here.
Unexpectedly, after he had already taken off, he was suddenly hugged by Donnie's legs and carried into the sky.
"No, hero! There are no buses here! How can I get to the hospital? You are a good person and you will do your best. Please give me some taxi fare, okay~"
"Why... let go!"
"Let go? Oh, okay."
I just subconsciously "criticized" the guy, but who would have thought that he actually let go.
Then, without any surprise, he fell to the ground from a height of more than five meters. The whole process was so smooth that there was no room for Cyborg to react.
"Oops~ Oops~ Someone's coming~ The superhero is hitting someone~! Help!"
Since becoming a mechanical life, Cyborg's body has never had the various reactions of a human being. But now, at least he can confirm that without lungs, he does feel a bit suffocated.
The small jet engines in various parts gradually reduced their power, and the steel frame adjusted its direction and angle and landed back on the ground.
"Stop shouting."
"save……"
"Stop shouting!!"
"ok."
………………
Cyborg has thought about what he has to bear as a superhero more than once, including the harm that may affect his loved ones, as well as the incomprehension from those being protected, such deeper factors that not only involve himself. have.
But he never thought that sometimes being a superhero would be so... wronging.
Now, holding in his breath, he was carrying the guy named Donnie on his back and walking towards the city.
Because Donnie broke both legs when he jumped from the sky.
Cyborg looked at it and found that both legs were indeed broken. They were bent at 90 degrees until the heels were pressed against the calves. Can they be sustained?
Why did you jump off?
Didn't you ask me to jump down?
I...I tell you to die and you die too...put the knife down! !
After two simple conversations, Cyborg gave up the idea of excusing himself.
This should indeed be his responsibility.
Who made him have to be this superhero? If he is a superhero, he will have to suffer like this!
Originally, Cyborg wanted to fly over with this guy on his back, but the guy said he was afraid of heights. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have jumped down just now.
To be honest, at least at this moment, Cyborg really had the idea of knocking this guy unconscious with a heavy hand and then throwing him directly at the door of the hospital.
But look at this guy's condition...
He had stab wounds all over his body, he lost a lot of blood, and his legs were broken. It seemed really miserable.
Alas... just carry it.
………………
"You are a superhero, right? When did you debut?"
"Isn't this area covered by Batman? Have you paid protection money to Batman?"
"How do you answer my question? Do you not know? I don't believe it."
"Why don't you ask me a question? I'm a well-known information dealer here. I have great powers and can take on any job. I know everything. Really, I know where the Batcave is, who Batman is, and where Superman lives. , how much money Wonder Woman has in her card...I know all about it."
Along the way, Downey had obviously lost so much blood that his lips were turning white. Even though he was so weak, it did not affect his ability to speak continuously.
In his own words, he already knows everything and is omnipotent. As long as you give him money, you can buy corresponding information from his mouth.
It's because there are so many people in this world who obviously have no ability, but always boast that they are extremely capable, that they become as exaggerated and false as they are now.
"Ah."
Originally, Cyborg didn't want to talk to Mr. Downey at all. But when he said the names of those people, he couldn't help but laugh contemptuously.
"Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman. Really, do you know what you're talking about."
Although Cyborg does not agree with some of those people's ideas and does not even want to communicate with them, Cyborg does have some admiration for Superman and Batman.
More than once, Cyborg has assumed the identities of those two people, but he has to admit that sometimes, some people are irreplaceable.
They really are the only ones.
"If you knew so many things, you wouldn't be cornered by a group of gangsters on such a deserted street late at night, and you could only helplessly shout for help."
"Eh? Listen, you seem to look down on me."
Downey still had a cheerful tone, and he didn't seem to have any emotional fluctuations at all as he said, hearing other people's distrust and contempt for him on the spot.
He tapped the metal side of the steel skull with his hand, making a clanging sound.
“The reason why I was chased and beaten and driven to such a remote place was because I was well-informed and my intelligence was accurate.
Think about it, there are so many of them holding knives, but they never kill me. What does it mean? It means that they really want to know some news from me. "
After Cyborg heard this explanation, he chuckled again and said nothing.
"Hey, don't believe it, you... you are so smart. Well, in order to prove my strength, you can ask me a question and see if I can answer it. Ask it, ask it, ask it, ask it... "
"Oh, that's it!"
Cyborg really... really wanted to grab this guy's leg and throw him to the green light pole with such force.
Why are there such people in this world?
Tired...
In order to prevent this guy from continuing his endless nonsense, Cyborg asked casually.
"Since you claim to know everything, tell me where Batman is now."
"Ah~ Sure enough, everyone in Gotham is very curious about Batman~"
The person behind him made a sound as expected: "He, you guys, didn't you just meet him?"
The steps stopped suddenly.
Cyborg paused and continued to move forward: "You are spying on me."
"Ah."
This time, it was the turn of Downey behind him to laugh contemptuously: "Brother, please stop making trouble, I will make millions every minute. I will monitor you. I have the time to monitor Poison Ivy and Catwoman." Oh, I really think too much...
Do you want to know the source of my information~ Hehehe... Fifty thousand yuan. "
Cyborg remained silent and suddenly asked: "Why were those people chasing you just now?"
"Didn't I say, it's for information. Hey, do you want to know the answer to the question just now? Forty thousand yuan is fine, no less."
Cyborg remained silent, but his pace gradually slowed down.
"Since you are an information dealer, I believe you must know Gotham very well."
"Of course, I have been very interested in this place in my previous life. But I never thought that I would actually be born in Gotham in this life. Frank, if I had known that I..."
"So, do you know who...Batman is?"
"Oh~~~~!"
The drawn-out voice was full of some kind of sarcasm, which made Cyborg feel very uncomfortable.
"Didn't I just say that I have all the information, but...it all comes with a price."
"Tell me, how much is this information worth?"
"One hundred million."
"card number."
"Haha, I didn't expect it to be so expensive... Well, what did you just say?"
"card number."
"...Brother, your last name is yours."
"Cyborg."
"A Gu, are you serious?!"
"Um?"
…………
Downey reported a series of card numbers, then took out his mobile phone. The next second, he exclaimed in surprise.
"Fake! Brother, how did you do it?"
"name."
"Um... aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"
"It's nothing more than 100 million, it's not my money anyway. And..."
Cyborg turned back, his neck, which was also a mechanical structure, rotated in place, and came face to face with Donnie, who was being carried behind his back. The scene was very scary for a moment.
"I believe……"
Cyborg's prosthetic eyes flashed red: "...You won't lie to me, right?"
"Of course! 100 million! Do you understand the value of 100 million! Why should I lie to you for 100 million! I will tell you directly, Batman is Bruce Wayne!"
Downey easily revealed the most talked about and biggest secret in Gotham.
Cyborg, on the other hand, showed no emotion at all.
He just pursed his lips lightly: "As expected."
Donnie's eyes were still fixed on the string of numbers. It could be seen that he really liked money.
"Sure enough, what sure? You knew it a long time ago? It shouldn't be. He hid it very well. He made great efforts to conceal his identity, and even robbed Wayne Group's equipment...
How did you figure it out? "
"His equipment is too expensive."
Cyborg was equally understated: “In the entire Gotham, when age, experience, identity, and assets were used as criteria to search, only Bruce Wayne was the most likely.
I just didn't expect that it was really him. "
"Hmm...not a bad guess."
Donnie nodded, then frantically knocked on Cyborg's iron skull: "Is there anything else? Is there anything else you want to know? I'll give you a discount, buy two and get one free! Any questions are welcome!"
Cyborg was willing to ask this question. In fact, he had no intention of getting a real answer. It was just that he didn't want to continue listening to his nonsense words. In addition, after being able to invade any system at will, Cyborg, who is running rampant in the online world, and things like money have indeed lost the meaning of his existence.
He got the 100 million from the account of a certain fraud and money laundering gang. After today, Cyborg will get it out of Downey's card, then divide it into many parts and donate it to those charitable organizations.
In short, the steel frame will lose nothing, so why not do it~
…
"Buy two, get one free. Ha, you are really confident. There is no question I have that you can't answer."
"certainly."
Downey is indeed confident: "After all, I am in this business, and I will never fail to make this money."
"Then tell me why you know Batman just met me."
"Well..."
"price?"
"I think this is a gift to you. The main reason is that I have been hiding in that place for a long time. When you two met, I was behind the stairs, so~"
"ah?"
"It's true. I swear. Look, there's no lightning. I really mean what I said!"
Hmm...okay.
Cyborg shook his head slightly, but still didn't quite believe that this guy was really as powerful as he said.
"If you ask again, really, I know everything."
Anyway, you have nothing to lose, just ask.
"I still want to ask..."
Cyborg paused and continued: "Do you know Superman's true identity?"
"One hundred million."
Ding~
"Wang Defa... you are so willful when you have money! Clark. His name is Clark, he is a reporter from the Daily Planet, that is..."
"it is this?"
A small screen appeared on Cyborg's robotic arm, and a video of Clark doing a street interview was playing on it.
"Eh? This thing of yours is so convenient!"
Donnie looked very surprised: "How much does it cost to sell your arm?"
Cyborg seemed not to have heard anything, and just kept looking at the interview image on his arm.
"you……"
"I really know everything."
Downey stretched his neck from behind Cyborg and put his head forward: "I know everything."
This time, Cyborg was a little convinced.
Then, he thought of something and obviously wanted to ask, but he kept his mouth shut.
"You have another question and you don't dare to ask it? What question is more scary than the true identities of Batman and Superman? I'm really curious."
What Cyborg was thinking about was the living iron box.
He really wanted to know what that iron box was, but when the words came to his lips, he didn't dare to ask.
He didn't know why, but he was a little afraid of knowing.
"Answer me another question. If you can answer it, I will believe you."
"Okay, as long as you give me money, you can ask whatever you want."
"who I am."
"Oh, this is a philosophical question. How can I tell you? According to Hegel's philosophy, I am..."
"I want you to answer my true identity."
Cyborg stopped where he was and asked silently.
"This is the problem..."
Donnie was also stunned for a moment: "You are such a big man and you don't have a driver's license?"
"...Do you want to ask for money?"
"Victor."
Behind him, Downey called out his name softly: "Your name is...Victor Stone. Right."
The hair on the sweat stood on end. Cyborg once again found an emotion and response he once had as a human.
That feeling should be called: fear.
"Where's the money? Why don't I have any money... Ouch~! How did you get this?"
The sound of intensive mechanical bites and rotations sounded, and Cyborg's body underwent a very unexpected shape change.
The arms holding Downey split and reassembled, turning into shackles. Several semi-detached small-caliber turrets were set up, aiming at the front and back of Downey's head.
Cyborg's neck stretched out, and a larger turret was set up on his shoulders, glowing with blue light. Like a cross-body hugging someone from behind, Cyborg locked Donnie behind his back.
"Who are you?"
"Well...this also costs money."
"Ah."
The muzzle lit up, Cyborg's meaning was very obvious.
However, Donnie stretched his neck twice comfortably.
"Even if you beat me to death, you still have to pay me."
"Yeah, maybe, I can do this..."
Ding~
Donnie raised his phone and his account was cleared.
"hiss……"
Danny gritted his teeth and took a deep breath, until the big muscles in his neck exploded, and until his head tilted back until it was parallel to the ground.
"You still haven't...huh?"
One hand, Donnie's hand, broke free from his restraint, grabbed the turret, and forced it to point it at Cyborg.
"Give the money back."
Danny struggled to force a smile on his face: "Otherwise... I'm not sure if he will fall out~
Victor...Stone! "
(End of chapter)
