Amid the sound of bullets rubbing against metal, a burly man in a carbon alloy armor slowly stepped out of the smoke, he wore a strange pointed-eared mask, the white bat mark on his chest shimmered, and the pitch-black metal cloak undulated like a flag in the wind.

He just stood there, as if he were one with the clouds and the dark Gotham City behind him, drowning everything around him in the raging darkness.

"Ahh

A sharp cry sounded, and the little brother behind a penguin man was like a cat that had been trampled on his toes, and when he saw the familiar figure, his whole body exploded, and the grenade gun in his hand fell to the ground in fright.

The penguin man turned his head and glared at this embarrassing little brother of the sissy, and kept scolding his mother in his heart, why was he so unlucky, didn't he meet those little bat cubs?

"Oswald!"

Batman's indifferent voice sounded without any ups and downs, and the penguin man turned his head in an instant like an obedient soldier, straightened up, and even unconsciously put away his big belly.

"Will you go to Arkham and find a bed yourself, or will I give you there?"

Coulson was pretty sure that the Penguin Man was just as scared of the bat monster as his little brother: his legs and stomach were starting to tremble!

"Up, up!" The penguin man kicked his little brother hard with a dexterity that did not fit his size, and then slammed the umbrella away and took a few steps back.

The little brothers who were pushed in front of him by the penguin people could only pour useless bullets at Batman with bitter faces.

Batman slid and ghostly approached the group of gunmen who had completely lost their fighting spirit, and at least one person fell to the ground with each punch of the simple and cold 'Bat Punch'.

It was also in the tens of seconds after Batman knocked down this group of little brothers that the witty penguin man had completed the transformation of his black umbrella again.

The black umbrella turned into a high-speed rotating propeller, setting off an upward air flow like a helicopter, driving the penguin's fat body into the air quickly, and flying towards Gotham City without looking back.

Two tiny bats burst out of the air and shot towards the penguin people in the air.

The penguin man sensed the approach of the dart, grabbed the handle of the umbrella with both hands, and jumped up with force, and with a slight tilt of his head, the dart swept through the air.

"Haha!" The penguin man turned his head, grinned widely, and exclaimed excitedly, "Didn't hit, haha!" ”

Unfortunately, he was happy too soon.

The two darts shimmered with a dim light, and the filled explosives exploded with a thud, bursting the net hanging from the tail of the dart and strapping it on the penguin's body.

Batman tugged at the thin line attached to the dart with both hands, and with a slight force, the penguin man fell from the sky screaming, and fell to the ground with a disgraced face.

The penguin slammed the ground angrily, staggered to his feet, and pointed the black umbrella at Batman, but his face could not hide his fear.

Again, everything about yourself. Why is everything in the plan of this stinky bat!

Flames erupt from between the umbrellas, and Batman turns his body and shields it with his cape; The umbrella bone fires silently like a sleeve arrow, and is grabbed by Batman's hands; The umbrella stand stabbed out like a spear, and Batman shook slightly, clamping under his armpit and snapping.

Then, the black, pointy-eared demon king rushed in front of the penguin.

"Ah, no~~"

The penguin man wielded the blade that popped out of the handle of the umbrella and howled like a pig pressed against a board.

Batman ignored him, and the big black casserole fist slammed into the penguin's abdomen, and then the blue electricity burst out.

The penguin man rolled his eyes, screamed again, and fell to the ground like a dead pig.

Ignoring the messy surroundings and the wails of the gangsters, Batman slowly walked up to the bleeding Coulson, took a green syringe from his belt, and nailed it to Coulson's ass.

With the rapid injection of therapeutic drugs, the bleeding of Coulson's wounds quickly stopped, and several small wounds had even begun to scab over.

"Vegetable buyer, vegetable buyer!" Coulson turned his gaze to the silent Batman for help, pleading:

"Give her a shot too, she's dying!"

"She's dead!" Batman frowned, and said in a calm tone:

"Don't worry, the penguin will be punished as he deserves, and this time keep him in Arkham for at least a week!"

A week? That's a human life!

Americalika's high-ranking officials and rich people know that they have to squat for at least a year and a half before being released on parole!

Coulson felt ridiculous and angry, and the realism of the fierce battle had completely blurred the line between reality and virtuality.

He grabbed Batman's wrist angrily, pulled him to his feet violently, and shouted angrily:

"Never! Kill him! ”

Batman's only exposed chin twitched, and with a twist of his wrist, he broke free of Coulson's hand, and said in a dumb voice: "You are a victim, since you have your forgiveness, how about reducing it to three days?" ”

"What?" Coulson looked at Batman in disbelief and was stunned for a moment before suddenly remembering that little black who was obviously dead, but resurrected and led the penguin man to take revenge.

"So, locking him up is a greater punishment than killing him?"

"Hmm!" Batman looked Coulson up and down a few times, and there was no trace of 'Gotham' from him at all.

Is this a newborn infancy? But why do you get bald in your infancy?

A few seconds later, Batman explained coldly: "In Gotham, the first death resurrection cooldown in a week is two hours, the second is four hours, and so on, a maximum of thirty-two hours!" ”

With that, Batman flicked his belt, and a small bat drone lifted the unconscious penguin man and flew to Arkham Asylum on the outskirts of the city.

A gust of wind blew, and a huge black steel raptor descended from the sky and stopped on the lawn.

Fantastic advanced structure, like the fuselage of a bat dart, spraying plasma flames. Coulson looked at this sci-fi plane sluggishly, and suddenly felt that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Kun-style plane was not fragrant.

So, are sweep wings and vertical take-off and landing the future?

Batman jumped up and landed at the hatch of the Batfighter, suddenly feeling something, and looked back at Coulson, who was in a daze.

For some reason, the more he looked at Coulson, the more he felt that he was clear-eyed, and even Coulson's Mediterranean Sea was a little lovely.

'Tim is going to college soon, and I'm missing a new Robin. No, Robin should be a teenager! But this bald is only looking older, in fact, it is also a young age.

Batman struggled and hesitated.

Deep underground, Li Hao, the only designated boss in the digital world, gently increased the interference, but the struggling look on Batman's face became more obvious.

"Because, I'm Batman!"

Batman said this sentence instinctively, and then felt that the whole person was relieved and felt much more comfortable. He turned his head and beckoned to Coulson, and said coldly:

"My Robin is enough! But you can't live in Gotham if you're so naïve and weak, come with me, I can give you a little help. ”

The hatch closed, and the Batfighter soared straight into the air, a gorgeous blue flame spewed out and disappeared into the sky.

In the backstage of Digital Gotham, Li Hao, who was holding coffee, sighed leisurely and did not forcibly interfere again.

In the process of practicing the fake to become true, with the data of 'spirituality', it will naturally give birth to one's own will and dignity. Although he could use his authority as a 'creator' to forcibly order or even restart, this kind of strong interference itself would deplete the self and spirituality that life in the digital world had been born with great difficulty.

It's so hard to give Coulson a sweetness and attract Nick Fury, alas!

Who let this be a home-bred batcub?

Go with the flow!

The elevator fell to the bottom, the elevator door slowly opened, and the countless bats hanging upside down in the cave were alarmed, flapping their wings and flying around, and the bat cave lit up with a little fluorescence.

Batman led Coulson through the tunnel, opening five electronic doors along the way, closing sixteen laser traps, and twisting around an unknown number of ground thorns before coming to a thick and tight metal door.

After the sound, password, blood, iris, and fingerprints were verified five times, the heavy metal door slowly slid open to the sides, revealing two rows of display cases.

"You can pick one of them, let's go!"

"Thank you!"

Coulson glanced at Batman, gave a gentle smile, and scanned the cabinets.

A poker with a big ghost painted with a weird grin, a green gift box, and a puddle of wriggling mud covered in glass.

If you let the natives of Gotham come and visit it, they can be amazed by any collection and tell ten or twenty deeds of its original owner, but to Coulson, it is completely flattering to the blind.

Coulson had no idea what the value and purpose of these collectibles was, so he could only walk quickly past the shelves.

A badly worn coin and a blood-burning baseball bat are so varied that it's hard to tell them from the outside.

Soon, however, he found a treasure he had seen.

It was a pitch-black, metallic black umbrella.

Less than an hour ago, the invincible Penguin was holding it to show off its might, transforming the umbrella into a variety of weapons such as guns and knives, and it could also be used as a one-man flying machine.

If I had this umbrella, I would have become a very special agent, and I would have been nicknamed 'Paratroopers'.

Suppressing his excitement, Coulson retracted his gaze and reluctantly walked to the next collection cabinet.

Near the end of the collection room, he saw another heartwarming object.

A slightly shattered silver-blue full-coverage exoskeleton was sealed in a glass cover, the inner layer of the glass cover had formed ice crystals, and the entire set of battle armor was constantly exuding cold air, but you could still faintly see the bulging backpack behind the exoskeleton and the azure weapon in his hand.

"Oh my God, it's beautiful!" Coulson gently stroked one hand through the glass, as if touching the armor inside the glass, and asked with some obsession:

"Can I take it with me?"

"Yes!"

Batman at the door nodded, the glass cover opened, and after a burst of white mist, a cold and shivering Coulson finally saw the full picture of this set of armor.

The mist that had been well-behaved in his eyes opened again and turned into several lines of text:

Obtaining Mister Freeze's Cryogenic Armor and Freeze Gun will allow you to lock your evolution direction to that direction.

Note: Rogue Gangs (Growth) - Captain Ice (Mature) - Mr. Freeze/Mr. Mechanical Freeze (Complete)

Are you sure?

"Yes!"

Seeing the 'captain', Coulson chose to confirm without hesitation, and then the armor in the glass case disappeared in front of his eyes, but there was no extra armor on him.

Before Coulson could study where the cryogenic armor had gone, Batman, who had been waiting for a long time, urged him to leave.

The batplanes fell, and a few minutes later, Coulson was back outside the grocery grocery shopping villa on the outskirts of the city.

The villa still smokes, but the lawn outside the villa that was burned has been restored to its original state.

"When the vegetable buyer is resurrected, her villa will be restored!" With these words, Batman flicked his cloak and shot a hook from under it that struck the Batfighter's hatch.

At the moment of flying, the voice of Batman's usually cold and hoarse voice changer came again:

"Don't cause trouble, I'll keep an eye on you!"

After the Batfighter flew away, Coulson walked to the grocery grocery house, ready to thank the lady for her help when she came back to life.

But before Coulson could reach the door of the villa, there was a 'whoosh', and his whole body disappeared.

On one corner of the street, a giant bat defy gravity landed on a telephone pole and sculpted its wings into the villa's garden.

Less than three minutes after he left Coulson, all 156 of his monitors of all types disappeared at the same time.

Batman pressed the communicator in his pointed ears and said to the other end, "Penny One, enter the Gotham City resident database and help me look"

In the wee hours of the morning, Coulson, who had slept for twelve hours, finally opened his eyes in a refreshed mood, and everything in Gotham was like a lucid dream.

"Coulson, you're finally awake!" In the somewhat dark office, Nick carefully observed Coulson's face, "Anything to catch?" ”

"It's incredible, Director!"

Coulson couldn't hide his excitement, grinning and telling his experience in Digital Gotham City bit by bit, and when he talked about Batman taking him to the Batcave to pick up equipment, he was surprised to find that Nick Fury had distanced himself without leaving a trace.

Coulson shook his head left and right in confusion, looked around and said, "Director, what's wrong?" ”

Fury took two steps back when he heard this, and saw that Coulson didn't move, so he pressed the remote control and turned on the lights in the office.

Then, he took a mirror from the table cabinet and placed it on the arm of the couch, pointing it at Coulson.

Coulson looked in the mirror suspiciously.

The face in the mirror is still the same self that was bald early due to excessive overtime, but the difference is that the veins in his neck are now like Mr. Freeze's cryogenic armor, exuding a faint ice blue.

Coulson swallowed, looked down at his hands a little stiffly, and sure enough, faint blue blood vessels could be seen on the back of his wrists.

He trembled, and the six gods told all about the cryogenic armor and the frozen people, and then tried to pretend to be calm, and set his eyes on his omnipotent director.

Nick Fury breathed a sigh of relief and said a little dryly:

"Looks like we might have made a big discovery!"

(End of chapter)