Inside the secret base of the Red Hood.

Bane sat on the throne, flanked by his two allies.

He first operated the computer for a while:

"The plan has gone well so far, and now there is a steady stream of Superman and Batman villains signing up for the gamble every day. There are more and more free thugs, and one is more obedient than the other, which is good. Although I have to admit it, most of the people who come are some third-rate guys. Look at this. ”

He picked up a resume on the table:

"Condiment King, the record is that he once pasted Batman's face with chili sauce and vomited Robin's disgusting buttress wall with durian lemon sauce."

Bane tore the resume to shreds and threw it in the trash can under the desk.

"But they're outnumbered, and there's still a little bit of a strong hand once in a while—Siva, and you'll have the Atomic Skeleton as the main attacker then."

Bane put Atomskull's resume aside and continued, "All in all, it's good that the market of whether Superman wins or Batman wins right now has made a name for itself in the Dark World. ”

He operated for a while, and then the display in front of him showed the market interface in the dark world:

Gambling game: criss-crossed

Upside: Superman 1:1.7

Downwind: Batman 1:50

“1:50？”

Bane said, "Stupid. ”

He turned his head to the other two bored.

"Siva, and the Red Hood."

"Let's come up with a concrete plan of action."

Bane crossed his hands: "After all, we need to face both Superman and Batman, and we have to be cautious." ”

"If there is to be a discussion about the plan, I will not comment on it."

But Ms. Siva folded her arms in her hands, leaned back, and leaned back in her chair:

"I'm not involved in your planning discussions. I'm teaming up with you just to be able to fight the Kryptonians one more time, and don't forget that we're not going to have a winner yet, Bane. So, whatever your plan is, plan it out and tell me directly. ”

She stood up, "I'm always looking forward to another head-to-head showdown with the Kryptonians. And this time this matchup will be much fairer. And, if nothing else, I'm going back to exercising. ”

Bane didn't speak, just let her get up and walk towards the door.

Sure enough, when Siwa was about to leave, Jason stood up and blocked in front of the other party: "Teacher Siwa, don't be so anxious......"

Jason sighed to himself.

In this tiny team of three, he's now completely a lubricant type character.

Bane was accustomed to a self-serving pattern of crime in which all offenders obeyed his orders, and his application of this to Ms. Siva, an opponent who was not much different from him, was often counterproductive in terms of communication.

Jason guessed that Bane himself knew this, but he didn't plan to change his ways, so he had to suffer a little longer.

After a long time, Ms. Siwa finally sat back in her seat, and Jason, fearing that the two of them would make some more rivalry, immediately spoke first:

"I think before we talk about how to deal with Batman and Superman, we have to think about how we are going to deal with our teammates."

Bane, who had planned to continue speaking, choked.

He swallowed back the plan he was going to say, and then he heard Jason continue:

"You know, even though they're our teammates for the time being, if we win against Superman and Batman, they're immediately competitors. I'm afraid we're going to have to fight back. ”

Bane was a little suspicious of himself by this brain circuit of the Red Hood Jason.

It's a little wrong, but it also seems to make some sense.

Bane began to dissect himself, and he had been thinking about giving Superman and Batman a hard shot, and he really ignored the hidden dangers of these recruited free thugs.

The direction of the young man's thinking can be used as a supplement to himself.

He nodded and motioned for Jason to continue.

"Their demands are different from ours, and they're very messy, and they're very crowded, and they're very prone to bad things. It's very likely that they'll fight us for the lost Superman and Batman, so I think we have to anticipate a clash between them and us, and counteract them in advance. ”

Red Hood waved his hand and said, "Even if there is only a 1% chance of this kind of thing happening, treat it as 100%!" ”

Bane nodded repeatedly, feeling that what Red Hood said made perfect sense.

Then the next second he saw Red Hood walk to the wall next to him, press it against the corner, and a hidden storage space appeared there, and Jason began to take out props from this kitchen room continuously:

Red Hood explained, "I went to talk to Miss Leslie a few times after that time, oh, Leslie Willis is the real name of Living Wire, she has the ability to fly and attack with pure energy currents, and is capable of creating a massive electric shock effect that even Superman can parry. ”

"But after a few in-depth conversations, I found out that her weakness was liquid."

Jason laboriously pulled dozens of large grenade-like bottles out of the wall: "So, we need this." ”

Bane: "......"

"A raincurtain liquid bomb that spews out all the electrolyte solution inside like a scattered flower. This kind of thing is much more powerful than water, and it will definitely make the live wires unable to eat and walk around. ”

Jason's movements were fast, and he put the last bomb on the table with a thud:

"I've inquired now that the liquid can cause our beautiful Miss Electro to lose control of the current, and it only takes about 500 milliliters of water to make her have problems controlling the current."

Jason explains:

"Electrolyte solutions, on the other hand, are the most conductive liquids that exist at room temperature. It is formed by adding electrolyte solids to a solvent in which the electrolyte is able to dissociate into ions in solution and therefore has good conductive properties. ”

He erected the grenade-like liquid bombs one by one:

"So, they're going to be more effective than water alone. According to my estimates, it only takes 100 ml of electrolyte solution to make a live wire collapse and roll your eyes. ”

"But to be on the safe side, there are at least six litres of electrolyte solution here to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Bane stared blankly at the apparently overprepared liquid bombs.

When that amount of liquid is squirted out, are you sure it won't be fatal?

- Hell, what was I thinking? Bane shook his head.

I'm not a superhero, there's nothing that doesn't kill iron, what does it matter to me whether the live wire dies or not?

He nodded numbly: "Well, that's good." ”

Jason reported a gun full of sci-fi style from the storage room:

"Atomskeleton is a superhuman with radioactive nuclear energy, and the majestic nuclear power gives him energy projection and the strength and speed that rivals that of Superman, but that doesn't mean he's invulnerable."

"The last time I met him at the tavern, I hung out with him twice, treated him to lunch, and robbed the nuclear power plant with him or something," Jason said. ”

"By the way, he went to the nuclear power plant not to rob money, but to rob energy."

Jason spread his hands: "We've become good friends and have a good relationship, so I've finally figured out his essence and made a plan for him." ”

"We can expose him to strong electromagnetic fields or electronic impulses, which can provoke him and induce him to project energy on a large scale."

"Then, Bang!"

Bane saw the other man bouncing around. From the storage room, he took out a set of half-body exoskeleton armor worn on his arm, and attached two large metal blocks to his back.

"Absorb his energy and blast it out again. Insert a sentence here, this kind of energy absorption is like water flowing from a high place to a low place, or like an electric shock, there is no need to worry that the atomic skeleton will escape, because as long as his hand is glued, he will not be able to pull it out until the energy is drained! ”

Bane watched numbly as he flaunted one dangerous weapon after another that could kill his best friend, and after this experience, Bane realized so deeply how unlucky it was to be good friends with Red Hood.

"Oh, you know Nanaway? That's right, it's the fish-man, and he's got involved in the gamble. His name is King Shark, and he's a super monster with demigod blood, and I bet he's definitely going to have a trick or two with Superman. ”

Red Hood said with great interest:

"But his only weakness is that he doesn't have a very bright brain, so maybe we can use illusions...... It doesn't need to be realistic, and it doesn't need to be logical! Anyone with a normal brain can tell the truth of these illusions, and even if they are deceived for a while, they will soon find out, but with the IQ of King Shark, it is obvious that they can't figure this out......"

"The Rat Catcher...... Do you know? He can manipulate mice, and I chatted with him for a while, and found out that his personality is also a depressed sewer rat......"

"He has a lot of superpowers, but if we can interfere with his control of the rats with different infrasound waves......"

At this time, it looks still, and it is still there like a red hood. Bane began to think about a very serious question:

There is no one possibility.

The other party also prepared a plan to deal with him?

Bane thought of the time they had taken this young man very seriously, and they had been experimenting with Venom together, and he had passed on his experience to this young man, and they had gotten along like friends—

Bane was expressionless.

No, he and Red Hood are not the same as those free thugs, they are real collaborators, and Red Hood doesn't need to be wary of him.

Probably.

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Yikes!

In a gloomy alley, the purple-haired Blake struck a match.

He likes to light a cigarette with a match, which is more old-fashioned and chic than a simple lighter.

"That's what you call 'Snakeskin'?"

Behind him, his subordinate, the black man, "Cold Pouring", was viciously pressing a woman against the wall, and the force was so great that it directly pressed the masonry behind the woman out of the crack.

"Boom, I'm not a snakeskin, I don't know this snakeskin, what are you looking for me for-"

Call!

Blake dropped the match and spat out a puff of smoke.

"Jack Houston, nicknamed Snakeskin."

He stepped forward and stood in front of the woman. The black hunk cold gives way to the body, allowing Blake to grab the woman's hair.

"Do you think we've all checked you so clearly, and we're still going to get the wrong person?"

Blake's eyes shot a purple-blue beam, a sign before his telekinetic power was activated.

The cold pouring took a step back and let go of the woman.

"Snakeskin, I've already checked you out. Like Clayface, you are a character with the ability to shapeshift, but your transformation ability is much worse than that of Clayface, not only can you not change your own DNA like him, you can't even change your fingerprints, you can only change the appearance of others. ”

Blake pinched the woman's delicate face and made a smack: "It's so lifelike." No wonder he can rely on this skill to swagger and deceive, rape and plunder. ”

He squeezed the other party's palm: "But I already said it." You're showing your feet. ”

The panicked look on the woman's face faded away.

She, to be exact, stood up and took a sip.

"Damn, that's bad luck." He looked directly at Blake:

"What the hell do you want me to do?"

The delicate face of the beautiful woman was ruined like the liquid of a candle, and his face began to deform like a snakeskin wriggling.

The towering twin peaks on his chest shrank back, and the tall figure sank a few centimeters.

Soon, the delicate woman with blonde hair and big breasts just now became a middle-aged man with thief eyebrows and mouse eyes.

"Lao Tzu is snakeskin, that's right, you guessed the fingerprints of the hell, the DNA of the hell, Lao Tzu just can't change these."

Snakeskin scolded, "What are you asking me to do?" Is it an invasion of a military base, or is it the theft of important documents? It can't be an assassination, I never take it. ”

"But you should also know my weaknesses, I just can't ......," he said.

"No, no, no......" But before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a wave of Blake's hand.

"We're not asking you to do these uncreative tasks."

Blake levitated and smiled.

Snakeskin somehow felt that this smile was a little ill-intentioned.

"And even if there is a task, we will not hand over you, a fraudster, a criminal, and a criminal."

"We just want to borrow your body."

Blake's eyes glowed blue.

"You ......"

Before Snakeskin could speak, the next second, he was knocked unconscious by Blake's condensed telekinesis.

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The other side.

Red Hooded Jason said goodbye to Bane and the others and returned to his private hideout.

It's not the same base he gave to Bane, it's a secret base for him, one of the few safe houses Batman built in the Met. Out of the instinct of the bat cub, Jason will never let his defenseless self stay with these villains.

But today, his safe house has an uninvited guest.

Jason Todd pushed the door open, and immediately saw a character on the couch in the safe house that he had no idea would be there:

Batman.

(End of chapter)