Inside Red Hood's secret base.
Baine sat in the main seat, with two of his allies sitting next to him.
He first operated the computer for a while:
"The plan is going very well so far. Superman and Batman villains are signing up for this bet every day. There are more and more free thugs, and each one obeys orders better than the last. That's good. Although I have to admit, most of the people who come here are some third-rate guys. Look at this."
He picked up a resume on the table:
"The king of condiments, his record is that he once used chili sauce to smear Batman's face, and used durian lemon jam to make Robin vomit against the wall in disgust."
Bain tore the resume into pieces and threw it into the trash can under the table.
"But they have the strength in numbers, and occasionally they still have a strong opponent - Siwa, when the time comes, let Atomic Skull be the main attacker."
Bane put Atomic Skull's resume aside and continued: "In short, the handicap of whether Superman or Batman will win has become famous in the dark world, which is good."
He operated for a while, and then the handicap interface in the dark world was displayed on the display in front of him:
Gambling: crisscross
Advantage: Superman 1:1.7
Downside: Batman 1:50
"1:50?"
"Foolish," said Bane.
He turned his head and faced the other two people who were bored.
"Shiva, and the Red Hood."
"Let's plan a specific action plan."
Bane crossed his arms: "After all, we need to face Superman and Batman at the same time, and we must proceed with caution."
"If there is going to be a planning discussion, I will not comment on it."
But Ms. Siwa folded her arms, leaned back, and leaned on the back of the chair:
"I will not participate in your plan discussion. I am joining forces with you just to be able to fight the Kryptonians again. Don't forget that our battle has not yet decided the winner, Bane. So, no matter what plan you have, Plan it out and just tell me.”
She stood up: "I am always looking forward to another head-to-head confrontation with the Kryptonians. And this time the confrontation will be much fairer. And, if there is nothing else, I will go back and continue training."
Bain didn't say anything, and just let her stand up and walk towards the door.
Sure enough, when Siwa was about to leave, Jason stood up and stood in front of him: "Teacher Siwa, don't be so anxious..."
Jason sighed secretly.
In this small team of three, he has now completely transformed into a lubricant type role.
Bain is used to the solitary criminal pattern in which all criminals obey his orders, and when he applies this pattern to Ms. Siwa, an opponent who is almost the same as him, it often tends to have the opposite effect in terms of communication. .
Jason guessed that Bain himself knew this, but he had no intention of changing his behavior, so he could only suffer the red hood for a while.
After a long time of talking, Ms. Siwa finally sat back in her seat. Jason was afraid that the two of them would get into another fight, so he immediately spoke first:
"I think before we talk about how to deal with Batman and Superman, we have to think about how to deal with our teammates."
Bain, who originally planned to continue speaking, choked.
He swallowed back the plan he originally planned to say, and then heard Jason continue:
"You know, although they are our teammates for now, if we win against Superman and Batman, they will immediately become competitors. We will probably have to counterattack against each other."
Bane was a little doubtful of himself because of the brain circuit of Jason the Red Hood.
It's a bit wrong, but it also seems to make sense.
Bane began to analyze himself. He had previously been thinking about giving Superman and Batman a hard blow, but he had indeed ignored the hidden dangers of these free thugs.
The thinking direction of this young man, Red Hood, can be used as a supplement to his own.
So he nodded for Jason to continue.
"Their demands are different from ours, and they're messy, outnumbered, and prone to bad things. They'll most likely fight us over what to do with the defeated Superman and Batman, so I think we have to anticipate them and us. Conflict scenarios and countermeasures in advance.”
Red Hood waved his hand and said: "Even if the possibility of this happening is only 1%, we should treat it as 100%!"
Bain nodded repeatedly, feeling that what Red Hood said was very reasonable.
Then the next second he saw Red Hood walk to the wall next to him, press on the corner, and a hidden storage space appeared there. Jason began to take out props from the kitchen:
Red Hood explained: "After that time, I went to talk to Miss Leslie several times. Oh, Leslie Willis is the real name of Living Wire. She has the ability to turn into pure energy currents to fly and attack with electricity. , capable of creating a huge electric shock effect that even Superman would be hard-pressed to withstand."
"But after a few in-depth conversations, I discovered her weakness was liquid."
Jason laboriously moved out dozens of bottles of large grenade-like things from the wall: "So, we need this."
Bain: "..."
"The rain curtain type liquid bomb can make the electrolyte solution inside spray out like scattered flowers. This kind of thing is much more powerful than water, and it will definitely make living wires unable to eat and walk around."
Jason moved quickly. He placed the last bomb on the table with a bang:
"I have found out now that liquids can cause our beautiful Miss Electric to lose control of the current. It only takes about 500 ml of water to cause her to have problems controlling the current."
Jason explained:
"The electrolyte solution is the liquid with the strongest conductivity that exists at room temperature. It is formed by adding an electrolyte solid to a solvent. The electrolyte can dissociate into ions in the solution, so it has good conductivity."
He set up the liquid bombs like hand grenades one by one:
"So, their effect will be stronger than pure water. According to my estimation, it only takes 100 milliliters of electrolyte solution to make living wires collapse to the ground and roll their eyes."
"But just to be on the safe side, there's at least 6 liters of electrolyte solution here to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Bain stared blankly at these liquid bombs that were obviously over-prepared.
When so much liquid is sprayed out, are you sure it won't kill you?
- Damn it, what was I thinking? Bain shook his head.
I'm not a superhero, there's no rule of thumb, so what does it have to do with me whether the live wire dies or not?
He nodded numbly: "Yes, very good."
Jason reported another sci-fi style gun from the storage room:
"Atomic Skull is a superhuman with radioactive nuclear energy. The majestic nuclear power gives him energy projection and strength and speed that can rival Superman, but this does not mean that he is invulnerable."
Jason said: "After I met him at the pub last time, I hung out with him twice, treated him to lunch, and robbed a nuclear power plant with him and stuff like that."
"Let me mention here, he went to the nuclear power plant not to rob money, but to rob energy."
Jason spread his hands: "We became good friends and had a good relationship, so I finally figured out his true nature and formulated a plan to target him."
"We can expose him to strong electromagnetic fields or electronic pulses, thereby irritating him and inducing him to project large-scale energy."
"Then, Qiang Qiang!"
Bain saw the other party jumping up and down. He took out a set of half-body exoskeleton armor from the storage room and wore it on his arms, with two huge metal cubes connected to his back.
"Absorb his energy, and then blast it out. Here, this kind of energy absorption is like water flowing from high to low, or like an electric shock. There is no need to worry about the atomic skeleton escaping, because once his hand is stuck, , before the energy is drained, he can’t pull it out!”
Bain watched numbly as the other party showed off one dangerous weapon after another that could kill his best friend. After experiencing this, Bain deeply realized how unlucky it was to be a good friend with the Red Hood. .
"Oh, do you know Nanawi? Yes, it's the fish-man. He also participated in this bet. His name is Shark King, and he is a super monster with demigod blood. I bet he can definitely compete with Superman. trick."
Red Hood said enthusiastically:
"But his only weakness is that his brain is not very bright, so maybe we can use illusions... It doesn't need to be very realistic, and it doesn't need to be logical! People with normal brains can tell whether these illusions are true or false. Even if they are deceived for a moment, they can still You will find out soon, but with the IQ of King Shark, it is obvious that he cannot figure this out..."
"Ratcatcher... did you know? He can control rats. I chatted with him for a while and found out that his character is also a depressed sewer rat..."
"His superpowers are very strong, but if we can use different infrasound waves to interfere with his control of the mouse..."
At this moment, I looked at the red hood that was still there, like a treasure in my family. Bain began to think about a very serious problem:
Is there a possibility.
The other party also prepared a plan to deal with him?
Bain thought about how he valued this young man very much during their time together. They conducted venom improvement experiments together, and he imparted his experience to this young man, and they got along like a friend——
Bain's face was expressionless.
It shouldn't be the case. He and Red Hood are different from those free thugs. They are real collaborators, and Red Hood doesn't need to be wary of him.
perhaps.
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Bah!
In the dark alley, purple-haired Blake lit a match.
He likes to use matches to light cigarettes, which is more old-school and chic than a simple lighter.
"Are you the one who calls it 'snake skin'?"
Behind him, his big black man "Cold Cast" was pressing a woman against the wall with such force that cracks were created in the masonry behind the woman.
"Hey, I'm not a snakeskin, and I don't know about this snakeskin. What do you want me to do for you?"
call!
Blake dropped the match and blew out a smoke ring.
"Jack Huston, nicknamed Snakeskin."
He stepped forward and stood in front of the woman. The black hunk's cold pour gives way, allowing Blake to grab the woman's hair.
"Do you think we still got the wrong person after we've checked you out so clearly?"
Black's eyes shot out purple-green beams of light, which was a sign before his telekinesis was activated.
Coldcast took a step back and let go of the woman.
"Snake Skin, I have already found out about you. Like Clayface, you are a character with the ability to transform, but your transformation ability is much worse than that of Clayface. Not only can you not be like him, Changing your own DNA, you can’t even change your fingerprints, you can only change other people’s appearance.”
Blake pinched the woman's delicate face and made a tut-tsk sound: "It's so lifelike. No wonder he can cheat, rob, and rob with this skill."
He pinched the other person's palm and said, "But I've already said it. You've shown your weakness."
The panicked expression on the woman's face gradually disappeared.
She, or rather he stood up and spat.
"Damn, what a bad luck." He looked directly at Blake:
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
The delicate beauty's face was destroyed like candle liquid, and his face began to deform like a snake's skin squirming.
The tall breasts on her chest shrank back, and her tall figure sank a few centimeters.
Soon, the delicate woman with blond hair and big breasts just now turned into a strong-looking man with sinister features.
"I'm a fucking snakeskin, yes, you guessed it, damn fingerprints, damn DNA, I just can't change these."
Snake Skin cursed and said: "What are you asking me to do? Is it to invade a military base or steal important documents? It can't be an assassination job. I never accept this kind of job."
He said: "But you should also know my weakness, I just can't..."
"No, no, no..." But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Blake waving his hand.
"We're not asking you to do these uncreative tasks."
Blake levitated and smiled.
Snakepi felt that this smile was somewhat malicious.
"And even if there is a mission, we will not give it to you, a fraudster, drug addict and rapist with a long history of criminal records."
"We just want to borrow your body."
Blake's eyes glowed green.
"you……"
Before Snakeskin had time to speak, the next second, he was knocked unconscious by Blake's concentrated telekinesis.
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the other side.
Red Hood Jason said goodbye to Bane and the others and returned to his private hideout.
This is not the same place as the bases he provided to Bane and the others. It is a secret base that only belongs to him. It is one of several safe houses that Batman built in Metropolis. Due to the instinct of a Bat boy, Jason would never let his unsuspecting self stay with these villains.
But today, his safe house received an uninvited guest.
Jason Todd opened the door and immediately saw a character on the sofa in the safe house that he had never expected to appear here:
Batman.
(End of chapter)
