Seven?
Clark counted in his mind and glanced casually at the Cyborg he had just met next to him.
"Your choice is..."
"So, do you have any recommendations?"
"I?"
Clark pointed at himself, as if he heard something interesting.
"I... don't have many friends."
He spread his hands and said, "I can't do anything about this, you can only rely on yourself."
"Um."
Batman seemed to be very "self-aware" at all times. He answered alone, drank all the coffee in the cup, stood up and walked out.
"Ah? Wait a minute, let's..."
Cyborg also stood up, looking at a loss.
In his imagination, the process of establishing a superhero group should be in a reinforced concrete fortress, surrounded by a dark red table with inscriptions and several tables engraved with different symbols. The chairs, then in the slightly dim light, voted in silence.
But now, this is a bit...a bit too daily, too relaxed and freehand, like a family gathering, drinking coffee, roasting on the fire, chatting and getting things done.
Maybe it's because I'm still a newbie?
Cyborg couldn't help but wonder, is it possible that the understanding and communication between superheroes are so... simple and unpretentious.
Learned learned learned.
He glanced back at the legendary Superman. The most special and most watched person on earth was now sitting in front of him, sitting there quietly with a gentle smile on his face like an ordinary adult male everywhere. .
It turns out that superheroes are really back to their original nature...
Cyborg took back what he wanted to say next and the question he wanted to ask. After he was injured and turned into what he is now, after a long time, he forced out a smile with difficulty, raised his coffee cup and saluted Superman, Then he put down the cup and followed Batman, who had already opened the door and left, and left here.
The sound of closing the door sounded, and the old Kents walked out of the room. While clearing the table, they urged Clark to go to bed quickly.
"Mom, I just drank a cup of coffee, how can I sleep at this time?"
"Oh, I didn't know the coffee I made could stop Superman from falling asleep."
"Hahaha, okay, I'm going to sleep."
"Clark."
Old Kent looked at his son: "Is everything okay?"
Clark was stunned for a moment, then put on a smile again: "It's okay, dad, Linn didn't even come, I think there should be no problem."
………………
"Where are we going now?"
Walking through the dark snowy night with Batman, Cyborg secretly counted the number of people. Counting him, there are now three people in total. Who are the rest?
"Now, I'm going to find the next person to join us."
"You? Are you going by yourself? What about me? I can help you find..."
"Your mission has been completed for the time being."
Batman said: "Next, you still do what you should do, especially pay attention to that box."
He turned his head and said, "That mother box. Victor, that's what you should do."
Cyborg nodded silently. Indeed, if he didn't have this thing, it seemed that he wouldn't have to join this superhero team.
"good."
Cyborg was also a decisive person. After hearing this, he nodded, activated the jet device on his body, and flew away from the land.
Bruce stood in the snow, took out his cell phone, and dialed a number.
After a long time, Bruce put down the phone and muttered to himself: "Lynn, you really don't care about anything."
After thinking for a moment, Bruce dialed another number, but again no one answered.
"Diana...what are you doing again..."
Lynn was not there and Diana could not be found. Bruce thought for a moment and counted the number of people in his mind.
"Then, let's start from you."
………………
Star City.
In the dark night sky, something invisible was wandering.
Throwing away the rope in his hand, covering his head with a hood, carrying a bow and arrows, and with a dark face, he is the Green Arrow.
"call……"
The night sky in Star City is equally cold and silent. For a normal, slightly stronger person, to go out and do heroic things in such weather is obviously a bit too much.
Green Arrow advocates pure skills. As a super rich man, he clearly knows where his family's money came from, how they made their fortune, and how they became one of the many plutocrats in the city.
So Green Arrow never wanted to inherit his company, even though he is now qualified enough to intervene in the company's affairs.
That money is dirty.
In Green Arrow's plan, one day in the future, he will dismantle the entire company and return those assets to the people who deserve the money.
This is his goal and his salvation.
"call……"
Breathing out another mouthful of white mist, Green Arrow, standing on the roof, looked at the factory below that had turned off the lights early, and thought to himself: It seems that criminals don't like this weather very much either.
Withdrawing the arrow from his back, Green Arrow swung himself to other places in the same way as Tarzan.
After observing several of the places he highlighted, Green Arrow breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that he didn't have to fight those guys in such weather today.
For a person who uses bows and arrows as his main means of attack, this is really not very friendly.
…
After leaving some marks again, Green Arrow took some detours and returned to his secret base, in the back basement of the large bar he opened using his real identity.
As usual, after returning to his base camp, Green Arrow still couldn't relax. After changing out of his Green Arrow costume and washing off the coating on his face, he put on exaggerated libertine-style clothes and Accessories, wearing exaggerated pants and trendy shoes, standing in front of the mirror with the same exaggerated smile. Now, he has returned to Star City's lothario, super playboy and rich second generation, the first heir of the Quinn Group: Oliver Queen.
After walking out of the secret passage, Oliver quietly returned to the place where he disappeared before, in a crowded and brightly lit bar.
He randomly found someone he seemed to have met before, a former friend. He gave an exaggerated smile, chatted with the person for a few words, then took the wine glass and ran to the next person who seemed to know him, repeating the same thing. Actions.
"Hey Diggle, is there anyone here to see me?"
Oliver asked about a...bodyguard. Just think of it as a bodyguard. With such a person by his side, it will undoubtedly be a lot of trouble for Oliver to switch to the identity of Green Arrow. However, if used well, this guy can also do it for him. Green Arrow] This argument provides extremely sufficient evidence.
There are two sides to the matter, and it depends on how you operate it.
"No."
Diggle, who was tall and had firm eyes, seemed to have never moved. He looked at his "employer" helplessly: "Mr. Quinn, please don't leave my sight. This will make it difficult for me." Protect……"
"So I asked you to come with me just now, so just go with me~ Hahaha, don't you like that woman? Do you like light makeup? Hahaha!"
Patting Diggle on the shoulder, Oliver secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He spent so much effort hiding his identity. What he was most afraid of was undoubtedly his best friend and sister suddenly coming here to look for him. As long as these two people didn't come, he would be afraid. good.
Speaking of which, Oliver suddenly remembered that it seemed that those two guys had been really honest with Lynn for a long time since the last time they dealt with him.
Not only did Tommy seem to have a drastic change in his personality, suddenly willing to change and learning the skills of managing a company with Uncle Merlin all day long, even his sister, Shia, who has the temperament of a princess, has also changed a lot. At least she now knows how to respect others. , I don’t dare to play so crazy and just do whatever I want.
Should we invite Lin En here again to scare them? Maybe it can completely change their temperament...
Shaking his head, Oliver gave up this tempting idea.
Not to mention that he and Lin En only had one or two contacts. Although they knew each other and left contact information, but...
But that's Lynn, Lynn! He is like a disorderly ball of yarn wrapped in various colors and materials. No one knows what incredible things you will uncover in the next second.
Putting aside whether Linn would agree to such a meaningless request, Oliver could definitely confirm that Linn really wanted to kill Sia and Tommy last time.
Find him again...
Hiss... forget it.
"Oliver, Oliver?"
After Diggle frowned and yelled twice, Oliver returned to normal from his distracted state.
"what's on your mind?"
"Oh, me? Haha, I was thinking, since the business here is so good, maybe I am actually a business genius, hahahaha!"
Oliver's arrogant and bohemian behavior is actually not liked by Diggle, but this is his employer and the one who pays him wages. Of course, he still has to do his job well, which is understandable.
Moreover, as a billionaire and the heir to a super group, it is not his turn to criticize or suggest anything about how he lives his life.
However, Diggle has been getting along with Oliver for a while. It has been several months, and he always feels that there is something... strange about this guy.
The look in his eyes. It seems too clear.
"Hey, what am I thinking about."
Shaking his head, Diggle threw away the unfounded speculation that appeared in his mind again and glanced at his watch.
There is still one hour, and in one hour, he can get off work.
"Phew...stay up for another hour."
Standing amid the roaring music and lights, Diggle, wearing a black suit, fell into silence once again.
…
Here, after confirming that his disguise today was still excellent and that he was still a rich waste and an incompetent prodigal in the eyes of others, Oliver returned to his real base camp.
Nowadays, he no longer likes the kind of life he was most used to and enjoyed the most. Several years of living on a desert island have completely changed him.
Now, apart from completing his goals, investigating the stories behind the crimes, and protecting the city, money, fame, status, beauty... in short, none of them matter anymore.
Taking off his sequined coat, the shirtless Oliver revealed a body of hideous scars. These were the fruits of his two and a half years on the desert island, some left by enemies, some left by lovers, and some friends. What was left behind, what the teacher left behind, and what Lynn left behind.
These things reminded him all the time, making him dare not forget his current identity.
Walking to the side of the open space, Oliver looked at the screen displayed on the computer. These things really gave him a headache. It had nothing to do with talent, he just didn't like electronic devices.
"Perhaps I should also find some trustworthy helpers in the future. At least, they can help me hide my identity and deal with these things."
Diggle?
It's really a good choice.
Take the time to investigate him in more detail to see if he can be won over and whether he is worthy of trust.
After finishing the things on the computer, Oliver took out his little notebook from a hidden place, the one his father left to him, which recorded the dark truth of the city.
Although he has thoroughly memorized the contents of this notebook in his mind, Oliver still flips through it often and talks to his late father in his own world.
"well……"
After closing the small book, Oliver put it back to its original position. After sitting there for a while, he walked to another open space.
It is filled with all kinds of fitness equipment and all kinds of classical or advanced tools. It is Oliver's workbench, a place where he exercises, and a place where he can sweat and forget all other worries.
His fingers passed over various tools one by one. Oliver was silent, came to the wall, and took down his spare bow and arrow.
He slowly nocked the arrow, drew the bow... Suddenly turning around, Oliver shot an arrow behind him, and his whole body was as flexible as a ghost's shadow, and he flashed into a certain shadow.
The next second, another arrow shot out of the shadows, shattering a light.
The sound of whooshing kept ringing from different places, and the lights dimmed one by one. In a few seconds, the entire space fell into darkness, leaving only the faint light of the emergency lights on the wall. , and the computer, working hard to light up this huge basement.
Hiding behind a car, Oliver held an archery stand in his hand, breathing very slowly, adjusting his heartbeat, and listening to the vague sounds.
Whoosh!
In the darkness, a hidden weapon flew towards him. Oliver hid behind the car and quickly calculated the opponent's location.
Whoosh!
An arrow was shot, but there was no scream. Instead, another hidden weapon was thrown from another direction. The opponent was also a master and was thinking the same thing as him.
The silent and invisible confrontation lasted for a while in this vast and narrow basement. Both sides seemed to be very restrained and had some kind of unexplainable tacit understanding.
Duh!
Until, an arrow was shot one foot in front of Oliver, duh duh. Three arrows in succession hit the same location.
"..."
Standing up, Oliver put three arrows in his hands at the same time, aimed in one direction, and shot directly.
"Not bad archery."
In the darkness, an equally dark figure still maintained the posture of holding a bow, standing in the corner.
On the wall beside his head, neck, and heart, three arrows penetrated deep into the wall, and the tails of the arrows were still trembling.
"I just found out that your archery skills are actually so good."
Shaking his head, Oliver stepped forward from his hiding place and said helplessly: "Fortunately this is not Gotham."
In the darkness in front of him, a dark figure also stepped out, wearing a wide cloak, two pointed ears, and a helmet with only its mouth and eyes exposed.
It's Batman.
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