Chapter 1722 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (V)

Chapter 1696 Bruce Wayne and the Prisoner of the Batcave (V)

The first-person perspective holding a knife on the screen walked in the dark corridor for a long time, and when he went up one floor and pushed open a door at the end of the corridor, the scene suddenly became clear and the whole picture became bright.

But when the initial dazzling light disappeared, what appeared in everyone's eyes was simply a strange and bizarre monster.

The room was divided into two sides by a huge poker table. Standing against the wall on the left was an extremely strong giant with mud flowing all over his body.

To his right was an equally burly green monster with green skin, upper body covered with cold-blooded animal spikes, and a bloody mouth like a crocodile.

To the right of this terrifying crocodile man, a fat man with a purple pig head mask was carelessly stroking the surrounding poker cards. His white apron was stained with indelible black blood, and a shiny kitchen knife was pinned behind his waist.

Behind him, half of his body was blocked by a black-haired woman with a decadent look and fine silk threads all over her body. A terrifying doll stood behind her and was being manipulated by her to make strange expressions.

The first one on the right side of the table was a half-man, half-bat monster with dark brown wrinkled skin and two large wings, as well as extremely sharp canine teeth that ordinary bats do not have. At this time, he was looking for something under the table with his bat-like pig nose.

On the left side of the sofa behind him sat a man in a green suit. He was trembling slightly and kept muttering something in his mouth, which seemed to be some mathematical formulas and theorems.

On the right side of the sofa was a bald man in a white coat, wearing a pair of round lenses that reflected cold light, and next to him, leaning on the armrest of the sofa, a stiff man with a tattered sack on his head, as if he had just walked out of the fields.

At the end of the room stood a short figure, wearing an extremely exaggerated bright green suit, a huge top hat on his head, holding a teacup with complex patterns in his hand, as if he was leisurely drinking afternoon tea.

Near the back door, a woman with red and blue hair and exaggerated makeup on her face, and a man covered in bullet clips were playing Spider Solitaire on the table, and behind him was a man with a shark head.

"Shit!"

Everyone who saw this scene couldn't help but curse out the most obscene words they could. Jarvis patted Wanda's shoulder gently with his hand, and then said: "I think I know what you mean by weird."

Wanda shook her head gently and said: "It's more weird than that. This little girl who has a connection with me told me that this group of scary monsters are also fanatical fans of a superhero."

"Huh???"

"We didn't come here to play cards to kill time. Everyone, we have to come up with a good idea to take back our city, and more importantly, take back Batman. Do you just want to see him just give up like this?"

"Hugo, it's easy for you to say." The short boy who was drinking tea The man took off the huge hat on his head, turned it around in his hand, snorted and said, "Batman ran away like a coward and left us here. Naturally, uh, we should destroy his city to avenge him for what he did to us!"

"Hugo, are you really going to cooperate with that stupid woman Amanda?" The man next to him, who was dressed like a scarecrow, turned his head and looked at the doctor called Hugo, and said, "You know she is stupid, but she wants us to work for her?! I really don't know how she survived to this day!"

"We have no other choice." A low voice that seemed to come from the mud sounded at the other end of the room, and the huge monster made of mud opened its mouth and said, "Now outside It was so chaotic that it looked like a world war had broken out, and Batman actually abandoned his city at such a critical moment, and even the Joker didn't know where he went. "

"Correction, it's me who doesn't know where Batman went." Harley Quinn glanced back at the situation in the room, and then said with a lack of interest: "I can't even find the Joker at all, and I don't know where my dear little cookie is hiding to have fun by himself. It's really terrible."

"We can't get out with our bare hands." The man next to Harley Quinn with a full of magazines said: "I know very well how fierce the firepower density outside is, and the whole city is almost in ruins."

"If you ask me, this is good." Harley Quinn rolled her eyes and said: "The FBI Although the head of the agency's agents has bad intentions, no one here is free. If she wants us to work for her, she should show some sincerity. "

"Hugo, you haven't told us what Amanda wants us to do?"

"Hmph, there's nothing much to say, just the same old stuff." Hugo pushed his glasses and said, "She may think that the chaos in Gotham is her once-in-a-millennium opportunity to intervene in this city. She thinks her biggest obstacle is the Wayne Group, and maybe that's true. She has never defeated Bruce Wayne."

The monsters tacitly let out a series of sharp laughs, as if it was a big joke to compare these two people together, but they all fell silent, and no one explained the joke.

"So? She doesn't want us to kill Wayne, does she?"

"She wants decisive evidence of the crime." Hugo stood up from the sofa, walked to the poker table, tapped the table lightly with his hand, and then said: "She hinted that we can fabricate the kind of evidence that can be used to threaten Bruce Wayne to cooperate with her. As long as it is made public, it will cause a major blow to the Wayne Group in the public opinion field, forcing Bruce Wayne to make concessions."

Another series of snickers, and then turned into crazy and unbridled laughter. Everyone in the room knew it tacitly, but the people watching this scene in front of the screen were all confused.

"What are they laughing at?" Coulson pointed at the screen and asked puzzledly.

Natasha was still diligently analyzing the matter from the perspective of an agent: "If I heard correctly, this city should be very special. Before this, the FBI could not interfere with the intelligence work here. You know, those control freaks must have control over the intelligence no matter whether it is useful or not."

"Now there is some chaos in this city, and the FBI thinks it can take advantage of it. The one named Amanda is either the director of the Special Operations Department, or at least in charge of some special field work. She decided to bribe this group of, uh, this group..."

The female agent racked her brains for a long time, not knowing how to describe the group of strange creatures she saw in this room.

If they are like those super villains in New York, which super villain would go to a mental hospital? Moreover, the city is so chaotic, but they didn't escape from prison, and they gathered here for a meeting. If those crazy people in New York can do this, Natasha would wake up with laughter in her dreams.

"...This group of special talents." Nick spoke and made the final decision.

From the work of SHIELD in the past few years, the director of SHIELD has realized a truth - the weirder they look, the faster they work.

"Well, she wants to recruit this group of special talents to threaten an important person with power and money in this city by collecting evidence, and then this group of strange guys are discussing whether to cooperate."

"The working style of the FBI is really stable for decades." Charles said very tactfully: "Even the ideas of different field managers in the two universes can be so amazingly similar, which is really impressive."

"Agents in the world are generally evil." Nick shook his head, dragged out a box of beer from under the sofa and started to distribute it. He opened a can himself, and then said: "It can't be said that his idea is wrong. After all, those strange and special geniuses in our universe are Contributed a lot to the solar system development plan. "

"I mean the FBI also wanted to hire mutants in this way." Charles shrugged lightly and said, "They once wanted to reach an agreement with Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. We sent them special agents, without even an official identity, mainly to do dirty work. Of course, I didn't agree to them."

"Because I know they will use this dirty resume to threaten me in turn, or simply announce my choice, so that all young mutants will think I am a human trafficker."

Charles' tone was indifferent, as if this matter could not even be called the open and secret arrows he encountered, but just an insignificant conspiracy.

"If there is anything I have learned in the past few years, it is that if you want people to work for you sincerely, you must learn to accept and respect their shortcomings, and then admit that they are the best candidates within your ability."

Nick emphasized: "The most important thing is the last point. If you hire them with the mentality of 'I would not hire these monsters if there is no other way', a disaster will definitely be waiting for you."

"It's like a marriage." Charles lowered his eyes slightly and said: "If one party always feels that he deserves better, it is only a matter of time before the relationship breaks up."

"We can only admit that Amanda is the best candidate within our range of choices. Who made us ignore the changes in the external situation? , missed the best time to leave here, and lost the whereabouts of Batman? "The woman who controlled the puppet said: "Our stupid behavior has led us to cooperate with idiots. I think you all have to recognize this."

Hearing this, Coulson took a breath of cold air. He tutted his lips and said: "This is over. Although she said the truth, the truth is often the most difficult to accept. She said it so bluntly. Will these monsters go crazy?"

Natasha nodded gently. As agents, they are most sensitive to the way people deal with each other. Sometimes straightforward words do not make people look more attractive. In a tense atmosphere, a word may be the fuse to ignite a dispute.

Most people present agreed with this view. After all, the monsters in this room don't seem to be good. This is almost equivalent to directly scolding them for being stupid. Ordinary people may not be able to tolerate it, let alone these monsters who look ferocious.

"Appearance is meaningful to ordinary people. Strange people who are not accepted by normal society are more fragile and sensitive in their hearts." Nick analyzed based on his own experience: "Usually, the liaison agents who deal with them need to be carefully selected, gentle and tactful enough, and can deeply understand their situation and comfort them."

"This is not an easy job." Charles' tone was a little admiring. He looked at Nick and said, "And you, Director, you almost perfectly completed this impossible job. I met Mr. Electric Man in the corridor that day. His mental state seemed much better."

"Oh, of course he is much better. He started a relationship with his operator. This damn bastard took away the best little sparrow of this year!" Nick gritted his teeth and said.

At this time, the sound from the screen attracted their attention again. Surprisingly, there was no fierce quarrel, only a silence that seemed to last forever.

"I agree. Although this incident happened too suddenly, we had at least ten opportunities to intervene before the situation developed to this point, or at least to keep an eye on Batman. But now we have nothing. It will be difficult to start from scratch, so it is not unacceptable to cooperate with Amanda."

The Scarecrow's tone was a little cold, but the content was quite logical. He said, "But even if we have to pay for our mistakes, it is not the capital for Amanda to ask for a high price and dictate to us. We know who we are, but she and the FBI may not."

"This is indeed worth noting." The short man in the top hat said, "We need to evaluate carefully. Once we accept her employment, it means that we are against the Wayne Group to some extent, whether it is a show or we simply don't suspect that we are the real boss of the Wayne Group. Good intentions, but the consequences are not acceptable to everyone of us. "

"We have to evaluate carefully." Even the Joker lost that crazy tone. She seemed to have returned to the state of psychiatrist Quinzel overnight. She reached out and pushed the non-existent glasses and said: "In this plan, everyone should be in his place, but not all of them are under Amanda's hands. We have to leave enough margin. After all, Batman is still watching in the attic."

"Execution or performance?"

"Or both."

"Then come on, let's perfect this plan. Batman has left us such a broad stage. How can we let him down?"

The people in front of the screen fell silent. At this time, they realized that this group of monsters was different from the madmen here.

They are not a pile of corpses made of often boiling frenzied blood, limbs that are particularly powerful and uncontrollable due to volatility, and brains that have been stirred up madly and have no use. They are not social marginal people who are socially unhealthy and timidly avoid the eyes of others.

Because they are calm, cautious, and judge others and themselves objectively and rationally, and even communicate and cooperate with each other in a friendly manner with a more complete and stable personality than ordinary people, everyone who watches them can see the shining soul from the ferocious appearance.

This makes people suddenly think of the precious seedlings that were carefully cultivated in a ruined garden that have long died, and the remaining ones are the strange flowers that grow wildly from the extreme desolation with fearless madness.

Bizarre, absurd, like a light-hearted scene in a tragedy that can make people laugh, close to... art.