Chapter 431: Little Pudding, What to Do If Your Target Is Lost (Page 1/1)

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"Bruce, Bruce, Bruce, oh my lovely Bruce, you're so cute, hahahahaha... Facing Kira Yoshikage, who had the upper hand on Batman's side, Joe Cole laughed out loud and called out the name of the person he inherited the memory without hesitation.

After all, the Batman of this world is not called Bruce Wayne, so not only can he add a little psychological pressure, but also continue to ensure his safety - after all, it is also part of the heroic epic project, and it can't just be exposed and eliminated.

“JOKER！” Batman roared, then followed up with his own voice and movements, and threw out two bat darts with lightning speed, the winged bat-shaped darts spun and pierced the air, and the two darts flew in unpredictable trajectories in front of Joe Cole's eyes as the center of gravity of their own symmetrical structure shifted.

"Ding! While! ”

With a flick of his wrist, a switchblade slipped off his cuff, grabbed it with his backhand, and then quickly swung it twice, bouncing off the bat dart that had been attached to him. Although this body is just an ordinary person like Ye Fan, it has been strengthened and meticulously manipulated by Qiao Cole's soul, and its strength is no less than that of a national art master.

And this scene fell in the eyes of Batman, who was quickly approaching with the bat darts, which seemed very normal, after all, the clown and himself had put it right so many times, and he was already very familiar with his routine, and it can be said that it was trivial to do this kind of operation. Therefore, Batman quickly changed the movements of his hands, replacing the original grappling with heavy punches.

"Boom-"

Joe Cole crossed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, but with the help of a magically made cape and a Kevlar bodysuit, Batman's strength was really higher than his human limit. Therefore, as soon as he made contact, Joe Cole was beaten with his feet off the ground and retreated fiercely.

"Ahh Joe Cole waved the knife in his hand and gently slid it over the mask of Batman as he prepared to continue the additional attack, allowing the night knight to pause the pursuit and free up a little time for the mouth cannon, "Bruce! My little bat has come to this world, and you still love me so much! Oh yes, this world, it's just you and me, there won't be anyone else fighting for the power of me and you to play the game, Riddler (high-IQ villain), doesn't exist! Crocodile Man (power villain), non-existent! Well, alas, Harley (Harley Harley, Harley Quinn) and Pamela (Poison Ivy) don't exist either. Oh yes, you must be sad, Miss Selena (Catwoman) - oh yo! ”

Joe Cole leaned back exaggeratedly and dodged Batman's high side kick, then lay down to the bottom, rolled up, casually threw the knife in his hand, and squeezed out an exaggerated sad expression on his face: "Oh, Bruce, it must be that there is no relationship with the kitten, so the temper has become so irritable!" ”

"Joker! What tricks are you trying to play, and it's obvious that you're trying to cover up something. Batman clenched his fists, and three sharp scimitars suddenly popped out of his armguards, flashing silver in the dim light of the street lamp, and the surrounding environment became more and more noisy, and soon, someone was going to approach the darkness here to see what caused the huge movement before.

"Nothing, nothing, just, tsk!" Joe Cole took two steps back, and caught a glimpse of Qing Qingling struggling to pull out the silver-plated bat dart on his head, and then let out a long breath, he rolled over, turned into a thick fog, and burrowed into the sewer drain under the sidewalk, disappearing, making Joe Cole smack his mouth unpleasantly.

Batman somehow took off a smoke bomb from his belt, and when Joe Cole turned his attention slightly to Qing Qingling, he unknowingly threw it to the ground, and then a large amount of yellow smoke burst out from the small pineapple, quickly filling Joe Cole's vision.

"Fear of gassing? Isn't this a scarecrow's favorite masterpiece? Unexpectedly, Bruce, you have fallen and used the weapon of a super criminal! Joe Cole sniffled, and then pursed his lips disdainfully, these poisonous gases had little effect on him, and a man who directly controlled his body with his soul could effectively resist the effects of these poisonous gases on his body.

"Whew-"

Suddenly, the poison gas behind Joe Cole was torn open by a black fist, revealing the mask with pointed ears and the flying cloak, and Batman wearing a gas mask had already circled Joe Cole's back at some point, aiming at the back of his neck and slamming it down.

"Ahh Little bat, do you think that the two of us are so familiar that you can successfully sneak attack? Joe Cole turned around and slashed the knife at Batman's neck, but was grabbed by his other hand, ready to twist his wrist to snatch the knife away, and then the other fist slammed into Joe Cole's right collarbone.

"Click!"

Joe Cole flipped the switch to retract the blade of the switchblade, freed himself from Batman's restraints, and then covered the bones that were estimated to have been cracked, and made a big back jump, which distanced himself from Batman, and once again fell into the fog, returning to the dilemma of not being able to see anything around him.

"Joker, let's get caught! In this country, there is still the death penalty, and you will definitely be sent to the execution ground to end your pathetic life! But before that, let me take back the innocent body! While Batman cared about Ye Fan's body, which had been taken away, he broke the collarbone of Joe Cole, who used Ye Fan's body, without hesitation or mercy.

"The little bat, the little bat, really makes me happy! However, now is not the time for you to continue playing, about the same, and it will be traced. Joe Cole rubbed his right collarbone, switched the knife to his left hand, hung his right hand, bent over, lowered his head, cautiously looked around for movement, and then, his cell phone rang.

"Oh, shit!" Joe Cole complained, dripping in a cold sweat, stretched his injured right arm into his trouser pocket with difficulty, took out the mobile phone inside, pressed to answer, and Ye Fan's female friend came out, Gao Hena's calm and sweet voice was different from the past: "Little pudding, the target Qing Qingling is missing!" What's next? ”

"Tsk, let's run!"

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