The first-person view of the screen holding a knife walks through the dark corridor for a long time, and when he goes up one floor and pushes open a door at the end of the corridor, the scene suddenly opens up, and the whole picture brightens.

But when the initial dazzling light disappeared, what appeared in the eyes of everyone was simply a strange monster appearance.

The room was divided by a large poker table, and on the left stood against the wall an extremely strong giant covered in mud.

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

In front of the terrifying crocodile man to the right, a fat man with a fuchsia pig's head mask is carelessly stroking the playing cards around him, his white apron is covered with black blood that can't be washed off, and a shiny kitchen knife is pinned to the back of his waist.

Behind him, half of her body was blocked by a black-haired woman, with a decadent expression and covered in fine silk threads, and a terrifying doll stood behind her, being manipulated by her to make a strange expression.

The first one on the right side of the table was a half-human, half-bat monster, with dark brown wrinkled skin, two large wings, and extremely sharp canine teeth that ordinary bats don't have, and was looking for something under the table with its bat-like pig nose.

On the couch behind him sat a man in a green suit on the left, trembling slightly, and muttering something that seemed to be some mathematical formula or theorem.

On the right side of the sofa was a bald man in a white lab coat with round lenses that reflected the cold light, and on the arm of the sofa beside him leaned on a stiff man with a tattered sack on his head, as if he had just come out of the field.

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

Near the back door, a woman with reddish-blue hair and exaggerated makeup on her face, a man covered in bullets playing spider cards on a table, and a man with a shark's head hidden behind him.

"Shit!"

Everyone who saw the image couldn't help but curse the dirtiest swear words they could, and Jarvis patted Wanda on the shoulder with his hand, and then said, "I kind of know what you mean by weird." ”

Wanda shook her head lightly and said, "It's not just weird, this little girl who got in touch with me told me that these horrible monsters are also an avid fan of superheroes. ”

"Ah???h

"We're not here to kill time playing cards, guys, we've got to come up with a good idea to take back our city, and more importantly Batman, do you want to see him do it?"

"Hugo, that's easy for you to say." The short man who was drinking tea took off the huge hat on his head, turned it around in his hand twice, and snorted coldly and said, "Batman has run away like a coward and left us here, and we should naturally, uh, naturally destroy his city to get revenge for what he did to us!" ”

"Hugo, are you really going to work with that stupid woman Amanda?" The scarecrow-like man next to him turned to look at the doctor known as Hugo, and said, "You know she's stupid, and she wants us to die for her?!" I don't know how she got to where she is today! ”

"We don't have any other way." A muffled voice from the mud sounded at the other end of the room, and the huge monster made of mud opened its mouth and said, "It's like a world war has broken out outside, and Batman has left his city behind at such a critical juncture that even the Joker doesn't know where he's gone." ”

"To be correct, it's that I don't know where Batman went." Harley quinn glanced back at the room, and then said with little interest, "I can't even find the clown, and I don't know where my dear little cookie is hiding to have fun by herself, it's terrible." ”

"We can't break out with our bare hands." The man with a magazine next to Harley Quinn said, "I know very well how dense the fire is outside, and the whole city is about to be reduced to rubble." ”

"If you want me to say, that's fine." Harley Quinn rolled her eyes and said, "Although the head of the FBI agent has bad intentions, no one here is given for nothing, and she wants us to work for her, so naturally we should show some sincerity." ”

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

"Hmph, there's nothing to say, it's just the same old thing." Hugo pushed his glasses and said, "She probably thinks that the chaos in Gotham is a once-in-a-millennium opportunity for her to meddle in the city, and she thinks her biggest obstacle is the Wayne Group, and maybe in fact, yes, she didn't win against Bruce Wayne." ”

The monsters let out a series of high-pitched laughs as if it were a big joke that the two would be put together, but they were all silent, and no one tried to explain the joke.

"So what? She wouldn't want us to kill Wayne, would she? ”

"She wants conclusive evidence of the crime." Hugo got up from the couch, walked to the poker table, tapped the table lightly with his hand, and said: "The kind of evidence that can be used to threaten Bruce Wayne to cooperate with her, she suggests that we can fabricate it, and as long as it is published, it will deal a major blow to the Wayne Group in the arena of public opinion, so that Bruce Wayne will have to make concessions for it." ”

Another series of snickering, then crazy unbridled laughter, everyone in the room knew it, but the people in front of the screen were all dazed.

"What are they laughing at?" Coulson asked, pointing to the screen, puzzled.

It was Natasha who dutifully analyzed the matter from the perspective of an agent: "If I'm not mistaken, this city should be special, the FBI can't interfere with the intelligence work here until then, you know, those control freaks have to be in control anyway, whether the intelligence is useful or not." ”

"Now there's some chaos going on in the city, and the FBI thinks they can take advantage of it, and that one named Amanda, who is either the head of the Special Operations Department, or at least in charge of some of the special field work, has decided to buy this group, uh, this group of ......"

The female agent searched her stomach for a long time, not knowing what to say about the strange creatures she saw in this room.

Let's say that they are like those supervillains in New York, whose supervillains will go to the insane asylum and be hospitalized? And the city is in such a mess, they don't escape from prison, they still gather here for meetings, if all the crazy people in New York can do this, Natasha can wake up laughing in her dreams.

“…… This group of special talents. Nick opened his mouth with a final word.

From the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the past few years, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has realized a truth - the stranger he looks, the faster he works.

"Well, she wants to recruit this group of special talents, and threaten a powerful and wealthy important person in this city by collecting incriminating evidence, and then this group of strange guys is discussing whether to cooperate."

"The FBI's style of work has been really stable for decades." Charles put it very tactfully: "It's really impressive that even the thinking of different field managers in two universes can be so strikingly similar." ”

"The world is as dark as an agent." Nick shook his head, dragged a case of beer from under the couch and began to distribute it, opened a can himself, and said, "I can't say that he is wrong in this way, after all, those strange and special geniuses in our universe have contributed a lot to the development of the solar system." ”

"I mean, the FBI also wanted to hire mutants like this." Charles shrugged his shoulders lightly and said, "They once wanted to make a deal with Xavier School for the Gifted and Young, and we sent them special agents, and they didn't even have an official status, mainly to do dirty work, of course I didn't promise them." ”

"Because I know they're going to threaten me with this dirty resume in turn, or just make my choices public and make all the young mutants think I'm a human trafficker."

Charles's tone was indifferent, as if this kind of thing could not even be called the overt guns and arrows that had befallen him, but just an inconsequential wind of conspiracy.

"If there's one thing I've learned over the years, it's that if you want people to work for you with genuine heart, you have to learn to accept and respect their flaws, and then admit that they are the best people you can do."

"The most important thing is the last point, if you hire them with the mentality of 'I won't look for these monsters if I really can't help it,' it will be a disaster waiting for you," Nick emphasized. ”

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

"We can only admit that Amanda is the best person we can choose, who made us ignore the changes in the outside world, miss the best time to leave here, and lose Batman's whereabouts?" The woman who was manipulating the puppet said, "Our stupid behavior has led to the result that we have to work with fools, and I think you all need to recognize that. ”

Coulson, who heard this, gasped, and he sighed and said, "It's over, although she is telling the truth, but the truth is often the most difficult to accept, and she said it so bluntly, this group of monsters will go crazy, right?" ”

Natasha nodded slightly, as agents, they are the most sensitive to the way people deal with each other, sometimes straightforward words do not make people look more attractive, and a sentence in a tense atmosphere may be the trigger for a dispute.

Most of the people present agreed with this point of view, after all, this room full of monsters didn't seem to have a good stubble, which was almost equivalent to directly scolding them for being stupid, and ordinary people might not be able to bear it, let alone this group of monsters that looked vicious.

"Appearance is meaningful to ordinary people, and eccentrics who are not accepted by normal society will be more fragile and sensitive inside." Drawing on his own experience, Nick analyzes: "Normally, the liaison agents who deal with them need to be carefully selected, gentle and tactful enough, and able to deeply understand their situation and reassure them. ”

"It's not an easy job." There was some admiration in Charles's tone, and he looked at Nick and said, "And you, Director, have done this impossible job almost perfectly, and I met Mr. Denkiman in the hallway that day, and he looked much better. ”

"Heh, of course he's better, he's in love with his operator, and this damn bastard has taken the best little sparrow of the class!" Nick said through gritted teeth.

Then the sound from the screen caught their attention again, and surprisingly, there was no fierce quarrel, only silence that seemed like eternity.

"I agree, although this time it came too suddenly, we had at least ten chances to intervene before the situation developed like this, and at least to keep an eye on Batman, but now that we have nothing, it will be difficult to start from scratch, so it is not unacceptable to work 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's not Amanda who can open her mouth and point fingers at us, we know who we are, she and the FBI may not." ”

"It's really remarkable." The short man in the top hat said, "We need to be careful about it, once we accept her employment, it means that we are in some way against the Wayne Group, whether it is a joke or simply we have bad intentions, but the consequences are not acceptable to all of us." ”

"We have to evaluate carefully." Even Harley Quinn lost her crazy tone, she seemed to have returned to the state of the psychiatrist Quezel overnight, reached out and pushed the non-existent glasses, and said, "Everyone should be in his place in this plan, but not all under Amanda's hands, we have to leave plenty of room to spare, after all, the bats are still watching from the attic." ”

"Execution or performance?"

"Or both."

"Come on, let's perfect this plan, Batman has left us such a wide stage, how can we let him down?"

The crowd in front of the screen fell silent as they realized that this group of monsters was not the same as their madmaniacs.

They are not mountains of corpses made of frenzied blood boiling from time to time, limbs that are exceptionally powerful and uncontrollable due to change, and useless brains that have been stirred up by madness, nor are they people on the fringes of society who are socially ill and cower and hide from the eyes of others.

Because they are calm, cautious, and extremely objective and rational in judging others and themselves, and even in friendly communication and good cooperation with a more complete and stable personality than ordinary people, they have made all who look at them see a shining soul in that vicious appearance.

This is an abrupt reminder of the precious seedlings that have been carefully cultivated in a ruined garden have long since died, and what remains is the wonder of growing unbridled madness from the extreme desolation.

Bizarre and absurd, like a light-hearted scene in a tragedy that can make people chuckle out loud, close to ...... Art.

(End of chapter)