My Superhero Can’t Be This Jerk

Patient diary: Laura Lane.

The first stage: non-conscious state, in a state of slack consciousness.

Results of injection experiments: None at the moment.

"Ms Lane, wake up, wake up, wake up!"

A hoarse voice sounded from the darkness.

A weirdo bathed in black slapped Lola on the face, trying to wake her up.

Laura, who was tied to the chair, was motionless.

He seems to be still in a coma.

"Keep injecting him!"

The weirdo ordered his subordinates to give Laura an injection.

"You bastard, I'm awake."

Laura was already awake.

She woke up shortly after being **** here.

Originally, she was preparing interview materials at home and was thinking about what she was going to eat for lunch when a group of masked guys broke into the house and tied her up involuntarily.

Covered in a black mask, he fell into a drowsiness after staring at a dose of the reagent.

When I woke up, I came here.

A dark and dark room, without a trace of light or air, seems to be a basement.

I wanted to continue pretending to be in a coma, but I didn't want this **** to want to inject himself with medicine.

In desperation, he had to admit that he woke up.

The monster wearing a black robe and a horror mask waved his hand and let his subordinates go down.

"Very well, then tell me, who is Batman?"

Weird seems to think she knows Batman's identity.

Laura Lane took a breath and moved the arm tied behind the chair, with a piercing pain.

"Then you should ask him, not me."

Ryan has been to the battlefield for interviews, and has seen scenes of heavy artillery fire, so he doesn't have much fear.

There was no hint of timidity in his tone.

The weirdo took out a syringe from the black backpack behind him and filled it with green liquid.

He leaned down and held the edge of the metal chair, "Thank you, Ms. Lane, I'm still worried that my favorite interrogation method won't work! Do you know why I'm wearing these syringes?"

"Because you are insane?"

"No, no, I usually like to spray my toxins out, it works, but it's not pure. And now, I can put concentrated doses directly into the blood circulation, that horrible sight.... ..should look good, but it can damage your nerves in the long term."

The eccentric held the syringe in one hand and tapped the metal chair rhythmically with the other.

He spoke slowly and calmly, sounding like he was talking to a friend about something trivial.

Laura knew the purpose of this group of people. They came for Batman, and she was just a bait to lure Batman.

Although she felt a little panic in her heart, she would not give in to the enemy and spit.

"Are you finished?"

The weirdo's mask shook, as if the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Yeah, I'm done, but for you, it hasn't started. Your mind will become fragmented, and my toxins will dissolve the barrier between your conscious mind and your subconscious nightmares that have been suppressed by you. But When the fear slowly recedes, this tragically futile defiance will always be with you."

"You're still talking."

The weirdo stood up and stared at the stubborn Lola, "Very good."

When he was about to act, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him.

The sound of heavy boots stomped on the ground, and there was a clicking sound.

"Stay away from her."

......

In the underground laboratory on Governor's Island, Eric sorted out the materials in his hands.

That's the information he asked Cullen to sort out for himself about super villains.

"A scarecrow?"

Eric looked at the first document in his hand.

This is a guy named August Richards.

One of his superpowers is that he can produce a toxin in his body.

This toxin, once exposed to anyone, will produce fear.

The poisoned person will be forgotten all happiness, hope and peace, and only fear, despair and corruption will remain in their minds.

His own occupation was a police officer, but he was later fired.

After being fired, he became obsessed with chemistry and drug making, and heard that he invented a toxin that binds to his body, which is described as being able to fear and pull away the human soul.

It looks a lot like Jonathan Klein, the scarecrow in the DC world.

Eric mentally compared the two.

On the other side, August, who was remembered by Eric, turned his head back unhappily.

I saw Jason and Iron Tiger coming from the dark part of the room.

"It looks like you haven't tasted fear, otherwise you wouldn't talk to me like that."

Facing Jason, August shook his head and said in a regretful and disdainful tone.

"Don't forget who the boss is."

Jason said and took out his pistol, "Now, one last warning, stand back, scarecrow!"

"So you're a good guy?" August took a step forward and confronted Jason.

"Also, don't call me a scarecrow!"

August was very dissatisfied with this nickname.

Jason snorted coldly, "I don't admit that I'm a good person, but I have a principle that violence and harm are kept away from children and women. Also, Scarecrow, isn't that your nickname? 'Scare (scared)' plus Get on 'Crow', two disgusting things combined into 'Scarecrow', which is perfect for who you are right now."

Jason is still in a state of unconsciousness~www.readwn.com~ After the injection of Compound No. 5, his symptoms not only did not relieve, but got worse.

It's hard to tell the difference between Gotham's scarecrow and New York's scarecrow.

The Scarecrow really wanted to give him a poison, but considering the identity of this guy, he finally put up with it.

Glancing at Jason, he walked out of the room.

Jason put away his gun and walked up to Laura, "He's gone. Did it hurt you?"

Lola looked at the man who was covered in armor, and replied angrily, "Forgive me, don't engage in the routine of sing the red face and sing the white face."

Jason wasn't annoyed by the other person's tone, he stretched out his hand and pressed the upper edge of Laura's chair, "No no no, you should keep talking to me, stalling for time, waiting for Batman, right? If you and He knows, he should have taught you that."

"I have nothing to tell you."

Laura turned her head away.

She really had nothing to say, because her contact with Batman was only that night, and after that night, the two never met again.

She's not very familiar with Batman either.

Jason stood up and slowly paced around Lola.

He didn't seem to want an answer from Laura, he just wanted to get his word out, "I was talking for hours because I just knew, okay? Batman was on his way to save me, that bastard. Keep me talking...I'm literally running out of words at the end. So, trust me, you can't count on Batman to save you!"

Laura thought this man was crazy.

But she wanted to extract some information from the other party's mouth, "So, do you know Batman?"

"Of course, that old guy, I've known him for a long time."