Chapter 220 Psychopathic Batman

In the next second, the funny Mr. Penguin's nose was directly cut in two by a heavy punch.

Blood, snot and tears all poured out of the bridge of the man's severed nose at once.

"Bichi, Bichi, Bichi!!" He couldn't help but cover the bridge of his broken nose and scolded loudly.

"Joker, I'm not flirting with you."

At some point, the beautiful woman who was sitting on the chair just now had already stood up from the chair.

The cold words and the hot cigarette butts were imprinted on the penguin's head, making the penguin man, who was already howling in pain from the broken bridge of his nose, even louder.

"So, again, who are you?"

At this time, this woman is no longer a beautiful and sexy woman in the eyes of the penguin people.

Rather, it was a cobra-like poisonous woman who sprayed herself with venom wantonly.

But in the face of her question, the penguin man who covered his nose and sobbed laughed out loud: "I'm Penguin, Bi...... Cistern! ”

In the next second, he was hit on the forehead again.

As much as the penguin people, there is Bane.

He's strong, but not as strong as a robot.

Echo, Leon's good daughter, is no longer the character in Overwatch in everyone's minds.

Her presence is more neutral.

As we all know, the neutrality of robots is often inhumane for humans.

So even if it's Baron Zemo, or Black Widow, or White Ghost, they don't really want to see Echo's interrogation.

But for Echo, execution, and protecting Leon's property are the first priority of her existence.

So in order to accomplish this first priority, she will do whatever it takes.

Bane's screams resounded throughout the cell, and he was only strengthened by the poison, but not without pain.

Under the premise of strengthening his body, the pain he can bear is even doubled.

"So, could you please answer my question, Mr. Bane, who are you? Who are your companions? Where are you from? What is your purpose? ”

The sweet voice of the echo was almost in stark contrast to the hellish scene, and no one wanted to open the door to this cell at this time and participate in the queue.

The only answer was Bane's thick phlegm with blood.

Looking at the thick phlegm that appeared on the display mask of his head, the echo's response was even simpler, and the sound of a high-frequency vibrating knife accompanied by Bane's screams resounded throughout the cell.

After a morning's struggle, Echo, the White Ghost, the Black Widow, and Baron Zemo all emerged from their cells.

With the exception of the frozen man who was wrapped in his clothes, the rest of the people had already finished their interrogations.

It can only be said that the rules set by Li Ang at the beginning are correct, and these scenes are indeed not suitable for children to watch.

Of course, more importantly, in a company, there must be some people in the spotlight who are positive and positive, and there must also be some people who secretly escort the company.

A company that only understands business means will not go far, and vice versa.

Walking on two legs is the only way to be able to move forward in small steps more healthily and briskly.

The four of them sat in a small restaurant on the upper floor, washing their hands and eating the buffet brought in from the lobby outside, while exchanging their morning's harvest.

"They're really not from our world." Black Widow frowned and pursed her lips.

Of course, she knew what Leon was doing.

But what she didn't expect was that even though Leon had entered the multiverse to explore, there were still people who had come to their world through loopholes.

This does not bode well.

Everyone else nodded.

In fact, the questions they asked were not too serious secrets, but the other party seemed to be all thorns, or criminals or other characters, so their confrontation was very serious.

So much so that it took them even a morning of interrogation to get their hands on such a simple question.

But it is precisely because this information is so difficult to get hold of that it is easy to confirm their authenticity.

"The identity of the person who seems to have saved Gwen has also been determined."

"He's the only superhero in Gotham City and the richest man in that city, his name is Bruce Wayne, and he's Batman."

When the White Ghost, who interrogated the ninja master, said the name, Batman, who was connected to the Walter Corporation building by a bridge, on the rooftop at the top of the Stark Building, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

He hadn't imagined that those people would be so easy to recruit, but he immediately realized that they seemed to want to cause trouble.

Sure enough, Black Widow raised an eyebrow: "Just like Stark?" ”

"To make matters worse, in their description, Batman is more of a psychopath."

"He and another psychopathic madman clown, sympathy."

"Although he claims to fight crime, he is unwilling to kill crime, and judging from the profile of his behavior, he is probably very mentally ill."

Bruce Wayne raised an eyebrow, he didn't agree with this psychological profile and judgment.

"So, we're going to face two madmen soon?" Baron Zemo frowned, took a bite of macaroni, and asked.

"Not necessarily, the clown didn't cross over here, I heard them mean that." Echo didn't need to eat anything, so she just sat in her place, giving clues to her companions.

"So what are they capable of?" Black Widow, who didn't get much information from the penguins, asked.

"Smart, they're very smart." The white ghost, who wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue, replied calmly: "There are also psychopaths. ”

Can you stop talking about psychopaths and talk about your world. What Batman wants to know more is what kind of world he has crossed into.

The world looks similar to Gotham, but it's better than Gotham.

He could feel that the chaos and crime here were actually orderly, even impulsive and passionate crimes, not the premeditated, organized crimes of Gotham.

There is a difference between the two.

So, what exactly is contributing to this?

Batman obviously has an extremely smart brain, but he always forgets to come to the side of passers-by, pat them on the shoulder and ask them: Hey, what'sup?