Instead of "where am I", or popping up from bed, Zorro woke up with a plush lip. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

After an incredibly dry mouth, his second sensation was pain.

Then it took him a moment to tell which part of his body the pain was coming from—no, several pains. Arms, thighs, waist, chest, and head. He tried to lift his hand to take a look, but found that his arm was weak; I wanted to raise my head, but I didn't expect to have a mount around my neck. So far, he couldn't move. The only thing to be thankful for is that although all parts of the body are either weak or too painful, at least all the "parts" are complete...... It seems too pessimistic to think so.

Thankfully, he could barely speak. Fortunately, he saw someone right next to his bed, seemingly resting with his upper body.

"S...... Skye ......"

He shouted twice, but Skye still didn't respond. It seems that she was tired enough before. I don't know how long she's been here. However, Zorro, whose brain was still in chaos, didn't expect this. All he knew he needed was water, and only Skye was around. He didn't realize how small his voice was, he just kept shouting, shouting, and then he was tired of shouting......

I don't know how long it took for him to wake up again.

He was still awakened by a dry mouth, but this time he had the basic ability to think. And this time when he shouted, Skye finally responded. I saw that her shoulders shrugged twice, her head turned and she changed directions and continued to lie there, and when Zorro's cry sounded again, she almost bounced up.

"You're finally awake!" She said as she leaned over Zorro's head. The voice was a little tired, but it was hard to hide the surprise.

And Zorro barely laughed - he was finally able to drink water. Subsequently, when the vocal system was fully restored, he was finally able to ask that very classic sentence.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"Three days. 66 hours to be exact, and it's three o'clock in the afternoon on the third day. Skye looked at his watch and said. After the surprise just now, if her expression was full of worry and concern.

Zorro was a little surprised: "It's been so long?" ”

It's not just a little unexpected, it's just a very unexpected, okay? After Zorro faked his death in an explosion and left Gotham, he had not tried to lie in bed for three days and was still weak, except for the severe burns all over his body caused by the explosion. Not even three days, although his self-healing ability is not as strong as Wolverine, Deadpool, Deathstroke and others, but it is not like now!

And that's why Skye is worried.

"In the middle of the night you suddenly came back with a body full of blood, and all kinds of wounds all over your body...... Isn't the plan for you to dress up as Batman and kick that Deathstroke and Arkham Knight out of Gotham? How did it come to this? You've defeated Arkham Knight before, and that Death Knell is so powerful? At this, she bit her lower lip, "I should go and help you." ”

Zorro smiled at her and stroked her long hair hanging beside him—now his right hand was finally raised.

"You're okay and that's the biggest help to me." He chuckled. "It has nothing to do with Deathknell, it has nothing to do with Arkham Knight, it's Batman being targeted by another gang. Hmm, no, I guess I'm being targeted by another group of people? I don't know ...... yet."

He began to recall the details of that night. At that time, the huge arsenal of reproduced Arkham Knights and the siege of twenty or thirty black-robed archers did not have much impact on his mentality. It's not the first time he's been besieged, and it's not the first time he's seen those martial arts masters, so it's not surprising. But when the replica of Arkham Knight stretched out his Hidden Blade from his arm, he was truly shocked.

The Hidden Blade is a weapon, although it is not absent, but it has never been popular, whether in ancient or modern times. In terms of practicality and symbolic significance, it is less compatible and less compatible with martial arts, or fighting techniques. And then...... He just cosplayed Ezio not long ago, is it just a coincidence?

I hope it's just too much to think about.

The blow that had been plunged into his chest almost stabbed Zorro in the heart, a few tenths of a centimeter away. Since he was lucky to miss the vital point, this bit of bleeding actually did not affect Zorro's skills. It's just that Zorro's shock didn't end there, because the other party really had a set of routines with the Hidden Blade. Although this routine is simple, it is rough, and almost every stroke is the kind that wants to kill Zorro, and there is no need for foreshadowing. However, the opponent has far more strength and speed than ordinary people, and the arm armor and riding boots are still designed with external power, and the strength and speed have been enhanced. Without using the azure energy in his body, Zorro simply couldn't get rid of the other party's deadly entanglement. And by the time he was forced to use it, he had no chance to use it. The Arkham Knights relied on the hard armor and entangled him as they let the black-robed archers fire directly at them.

After a few rounds, Zorro had already been hit by several arrows. And the twenty or thirty black-robed archers actually put away their bows and arrows, drew their one-handed long knives one after another, and slaughtered him.

Zorro was immediately overwhelmed.

In the end, Zorro, who had lost too much blood and was about to run out, threw down several smoke bombs, used the cover of the smoke to squeeze out a retreat with the blue energy in his body, jumped into the river in pursuit, and returned to Coventrie through the sewers, back to the underground base of the villain's bar. Again, this is the most embarrassing thing he has been in decades.

"I want to ...... I guess I've been poisoned in some way, right? Zorro asked Skye slowly.

Skye opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

"Skye, tell me."

Stared at by Zorro's determined and serious eyes, Skye shook her lower lip again, and sat down by Zorro's window in a deflated state.

"Okay, okay...... Your wounds, Kwai Ra and I have already taken care of. We've found out that there's something, probably what you call a toxin, that's slowing down your healing. It may still be counteracting the strength you're recovering. But we haven't found a solution yet......"

Zorro was not surprised, nor sad, but nodded. That would explain why he lost so quickly that night.

Judging from the effect, the cost of this kind of thing that I don't know if it's a toxin is definitely not low, so it shouldn't have entered his body through the arrows in him and the one-handed knives of the black-robed archers. Most likely, it was a replica of the Arkham Knight's Hidden Blade.

Forget it with a hidden weapon, but still use poison? It's a shame that Zorro still thinks that the other party is a martial arts master at the same level as Bronze Tiger and Mrs. Siva at the beginning! Compared to a martial arts master, the replica of Arkham Knight is clearly more of a killer. A killer with a variety of grandmaster-level martial arts......

Forget it, let's think about how to solve the problem that the body can't recover as usual.

Thinking of this, Zorro suddenly thought of something.

"Wait, where's Kwara?"

Skye said it was only three o'clock in the afternoon, and the bar hadn't even opened yet! And even if it comes, Kwai La shouldn't be in the mood for business today, right?

As a result, Skye hesitated again. But this time she didn't need Zorro to urge, she said it herself.

"We couldn't find a way to help you, so Aoi Ra took your blood sample and went to find the doctor you were locked up in the simulation lab."