20demayo Chapter 136 Second Robin Red Hood: One of Us Has Been a Traitor
Chapter 136 Second Robin Red Hood: One of Us Has Been a Traitor
Chapter 136 Second Robin Red Hood: We have a traitor among us, guess who it is.
Inside Red Hood's secret base.
Bain sat in the main seat, with his two allies sitting beside him.
He first operated the computer for a while:
"The plan is going very well so far. Every day, villains from the Superman and Batman universes are signing up for this bet. There are more and more free henchmen, and they're all incredibly obedient, which is great. Although, I have to admit, most of them are third-rate bastards. Look at this."
He picked up a resume from the table:
"The King of Condiments, whose feats include smearing Batman's face with hot sauce and making Robin vomit against the wall in disgust with durian and lemon sauce."
Bain tore the resume to shreds and threw it into the trash can under the table.
"But they outnumber us and occasionally have some strong opponents—Shiva, you can have Atomic Skull as the main attacker."
Bane set Atomic Skull's resume aside and continued, "In short, the betting odds on whether Superman or Batman will win have become well-known in the underworld, which is good."
He operated the system for a while longer, and then the betting interface from the dark world appeared on the screen in front of him:
Gambling Game: A Clash of Elements
Advantage: Superman 1:1.7
Downside: Batman 1:50
"1:50?"
Bain said, "Foolish."
He turned his head to face the other two people who seemed utterly bored.
"Siva, and the Red Hood."
"Let's devise a specific action plan."
Bane crossed his arms: "After all, we have to deal with both Superman and Batman at the same time, so we must proceed with caution."
"If we are to discuss the plan, I regret that I will not comment on it."
But Ms. Shiva crossed her arms, leaned back in her chair, and rested against the chair:
"I'm not involved in your planning discussions. My joining forces with you is only so that we can fight the Kryptonians one more time. Don't forget our battle is not over yet, Bane. So, whatever your plans are, devise them and then tell me directly."
She stood up. "I'm always looking forward to another head-on confrontation with the Kryptonians. And this time, the fight will be much fairer. And, if nothing else, I'm going back to my training."
Bain didn't say anything, just let her stand up and walk towards the door.
Sure enough, just as Shiva was about to leave, Jason stood up and blocked his way: "Teacher Shiva, don't be in such a hurry..."
Jason sighed inwardly.
In this small team of three, he has now completely become the lubricant type of person.
Bain was used to a dictatorial criminal pattern where all criminals obeyed his orders. However, when he applied this pattern to Ms. Shiva, an opponent who was not much different from him, it often backfired in terms of communication.
Jason guessed that Bane himself knew this, but he had no intention of changing his ways, so Red Hood would have to suffer a little longer.
After much persuasion, Ms. Shiva finally sat back down in her seat. Jason, fearing that the two of them might cause some further conflict, immediately spoke first:
"I think before we discuss how to deal with Batman and Superman, we need to think about how to deal with our teammates."
Bain, who was about to continue speaking, choked for a moment.
He swallowed back the plan he was about to say, and then heard Jason continue:
"You know, although they are our teammates for now, if we win against Superman and Batman, they will immediately become our competitors. We will probably have to retaliate against them."
Bane was starting to doubt himself because of Jason's train of thought.
Something doesn't quite make sense, but it also seems to make some sense.
Bane began to analyze himself. He had been so focused on giving Superman and Batman a hard time that he had overlooked the potential problems of these free henchmen he had brought in.
The way of thinking of the young man in the red hood can serve as a supplement to my own.
So he nodded to Jason to continue.
"Their demands are different from ours, and they are quite diverse. They outnumber us and could easily cause trouble. They are very likely to fight us for control over the disposal of the defeated Superman and Batman, so I think we must anticipate the scenario of conflict between us and them and prepare countermeasures in advance."
Red Hood waved his hand and said, "Even if the probability of such a thing happening is only 1%, we should treat it as 100%!"
Bain nodded repeatedly, finding Red Hood's words to be very reasonable.
The next second he saw Red Hood walk to the wall next to him, press a button on the corner, and a hidden storage space appeared there. Jason began to take out gadgets from the kitchen:
Red Hood explained, "After that, I went to talk to Miss Leslie a few times. Oh, Leslie Willis is the real name of Living Wire. She has the ability to fly as pure energy current and to attack with electricity. She can create a huge electric shock effect that even Superman would have a hard time with."
"But after several in-depth conversations, I discovered that her weakness was liquids."
Jason laboriously pulled dozens of large, grenade-like bottles out of the wall: "So, we need these."
Bain: "..."
"A rain-type liquid bomb, it can spray out the electrolyte solution inside like scattered flowers. This stuff is much more powerful than water, it will definitely make live electrical wires suffer."
Jason acted quickly, slamming the last bomb onto the table.
"I've now found out that liquids can cause our beautiful Miss Electric to lose control of electricity. Just about 500 milliliters of water is enough to cause her to have problems controlling the current."
Jason explained:
"Electrolyte solutions are liquids that exist at room temperature and have the strongest electrical conductivity. They are formed by adding solid electrolytes to a solvent, where the electrolytes can dissociate into ions in the solution, thus exhibiting excellent electrical conductivity."
He stood the liquid bombs, which looked like hand grenades, upright one by one:
"Therefore, their effect will be stronger than water alone. According to my estimate, only 100 milliliters of electrolyte solution is needed to paralyze a live wire and make it roll its eyes back."
"But just to be on the safe side, there are at least 6 liters of electrolyte solution here to ensure there are no mistakes."
Bain stared blankly at the liquid bombs that were clearly over-prepared.
Are you sure it won't be fatal if so much liquid sprays out?
"Damn it, what am I thinking?" Bane shook his head.
I'm not a superhero, I don't have any "no killing" rule, what do I care if the live wires live or die?
He nodded numbly: "Yes, very good."
Jason then pulled out a futuristic-looking gun from the storage room:
"Atomic Skull is a superhuman with radioactive nuclear energy. His immense nuclear power grants him energy projection and strength and speed comparable to Superman, but this does not mean he is invincible."
Jason said, "After I met him at the bar, I went out with him twice, treated him to lunch, and we even robbed a nuclear power plant together."
"Here's a side note: he didn't go to the nuclear power plant to rob money, he went to rob energy."
Jason shrugged: "We've become good friends, and we're on good terms, so I've finally figured out his true nature and come up with a plan to deal with him."
"We can expose him to strong electromagnetic fields or electron pulses to provoke him and induce him to perform large-scale energy projection."
"And then, clatter!"
Bain saw the other person hopping around. He took out a half-body exoskeleton armor set from the storage room, which was worn on the arms and connected to two huge metal blocks on the back.
"Absorb his energy, then blast it away. As an aside, this energy absorption is like water flowing from a high place to a low place, or like an electric shock. Don't worry about the Atomic Skull escaping, because once his hand is on it, he can't pull it off until the energy is drained!"
Bane watched numbly as the other person flaunted one dangerous weapon after another that could take down his best friend. After this experience, Bane realized just how unlucky it was to be friends with Red Hood.
"Oh, you know Nanawei? Yes, that fish-man, he's involved in this bet too. His name is Shark King, a super monster with demigod blood. I bet he could definitely go toe-to-toe with Superman."
Red Hood said with great interest:
"But his only weakness is that he's not very bright, so maybe we can use illusions... They don't need to be very realistic, nor do they need to be logical! Anyone with a normal brain can tell the difference between these illusions and fake ones, and even if they are fooled for a moment, they will quickly realize it. But with the Shark King's intelligence, it is clear that he cannot figure this out..."
"The rat catcher...you know what he is? He can control rats. I chatted with him for a while and found out that he's also a depressed and frustrated sewer rat..."
"His superpowers are very strong, but if we can interfere with his control over the rats using different infrasound waves..."
Looking at the still-present red hood, recounting its details with remarkable care, Bain began to ponder a very serious question:
Is there any possibility?
Did the other side also prepare a plan to deal with him?
Bane recalled how highly he had valued this young man during their time together. They had conducted experiments to improve Venom, and Bane had shared his experience with him, their relationship resembling that of friends.
Bain remained expressionless.
It shouldn't be that bad. He and Red Hood are different from those free thugs; they are true collaborators. Red Hood doesn't need to be wary of him.
perhaps.
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呲!
In the dark alley, Blake, with his purple hair, lit a match.
He prefers to light his cigarette with a match, which he finds more old-fashioned and stylish than using a lighter.
"So your name is 'Snakeskin'?"
Behind him, his henchman, a burly black man known as "Cold Casting," was slamming a woman against the wall with such force that it cracked the brickwork behind her.
"Waaaaah, I'm not snakeskin! I don't know anything about snakeskin. What do you want me for?!"
call!
Blake dropped the match and exhaled a smoke ring.
"Jack Houston, nicknamed Snakeskin."
He stepped forward and stood in front of the woman. The large, muscular Black man stepped aside, allowing Blake to grab the woman's hair.
"Do you think we've investigated you so thoroughly that we could still mistake you for someone else?"
A purple-blue beam shot from Blake's eyes, a sign that his telekinesis was about to activate.
The cold-casting machine stepped back and released the woman.
"Snakeskin, I've investigated you thoroughly. Like Mudman, you're a shapeshifter, but your shapeshifting ability is far inferior to Mudman's. Not only can you not change your own DNA like him, you can't even change your fingerprints; you can only change other people's appearances."
Blake pinched the woman's delicate face and clicked his tongue. "So lifelike. No wonder she can use this skill to swindle, rape, and kidnap."
He grabbed the other person's hand: "But I already said it. You've given yourself away."
The panicked expression on the woman's face gradually disappeared.
She—or rather, he—stood up and spat.
"Damn it, what bad luck." He looked directly at Blake:
"What exactly do you want me to do?"
The exquisite face of the beautiful woman was ruined like wax from a candle, and his face began to deform as if snakeskin were writhing.
Her prominent breasts shrank back, and her tall figure slumped a few centimeters.
Soon, the elegant woman with blonde hair and a large bust just moments before transformed into a middle-aged man with shifty eyes and a cunning appearance.
"I'm fucking snakeskin, that's right, you guessed it right, damn fingerprints, damn DNA, I just can't change these things."
Snakeskin grumbled, "What do you want me to do? Is it to infiltrate a military base or steal important documents? It can't be an assassination, can it? I never take those kinds of jobs."
He said, "But you should also know my weakness; I just can't..."
"No, no, no..." But before he could finish speaking, Blake waved his hand to interrupt him.
"We're not asking you to do these uncreative tasks."
Blake floated up and smiled.
Snakeskin inexplicably felt that the smile was somewhat malicious.
"And even if we had a mission, we wouldn't assign it to someone like you, a convicted fraudster, drug addict, and rapist."
"We just want to borrow your body."
Blake's eyes gleamed with a blue light.
"you……"
Before Snake Skin could even speak, he was knocked unconscious by the telekinetic power that Blake had conjured.
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the other side.
Jason the Red Hood bid farewell to Bane and the others and returned to his private hideout.
This place isn't the same base he provided to Bane and the others; it's a secret base belonging only to him, one of the several safe houses Batman built in Metropolis. Out of Batman's instincts, Jason would never allow himself to be unsuspecting with these villains.
But today, his safe house welcomed an uninvited guest.
Jason Todd pushed open the door and immediately saw a character on the sofa in the safe house whom he had never expected to be there:
batman.
(End of this chapter)