[Comprehensive British and American] Mr. Wayne's daily life of social animals

Chapter 115 So, Drake greened Todd

I closed my eyes, feeling the feeling of being dragged on the ground, and my bare thighs were very uncomfortable on the ground.

The Arkham Knight outside the window waited for half a minute and found that there was no one else in the house, so he slipped in through the window like a light cat and began to search for clues.

After all, he also once studied under the world's number one detective, and has experience in spot bloodstain investigation. While searching for other clues to the murder other than this splattered bloodstain, he tried to find out if there were any clues left by this organization. .

He carefully rummaged through the phone book left on the table, and took video evidence with his miniature camera.

Then he looked up at the tapestry where the safety door was hidden - Tim didn't know what was going on inside.

How is Tim doing in there?

When I was dragged into the house by this fat man, I heard dozens of breathing sounds, and then I was thrown into a pile of soft rags.

I don't know how long the effect of his medicine should be, but I opened my eyes and looked around under the cover of my side, and found that there were 12 girls in the basement.

Most of them sat by the wall with their knees hugged, and were separated into small cages one after another.

This is obviously a transit point for the missing girls. I don't know if there are all the missing women here, but according to Barbara's survey, it should be the same.

After waiting for a while, I raised my neck and pretended to be awake: "Where is this?"

None of the girls here answered me. After a long time, a girl locked in a relatively large cage said to me: "Stand up straight while you are still active."

My outfit has Robin darts and steel wire stuffed in the soles of my shoes—the only convenient place to hide things in a miniskirt and camisole.

I buried the useless shoes I had taken off under the rags, and went barefoot in the house to see if I could take them out first.

"It's useless, you are useless at all." It was still the girl who poured cold water on me.

I looked at the cage, took two steps back, then lightly stepped on a girl's cage, jumped to the top of the cage, and tried to touch the vent.

My height limits me.

But now 12 out of 4 girls looked up and noticed what the new girl was doing.

I took out the steel wire and tied a small iron rod I picked up on it, shook it in my hand, threw it out of the window and pinned it to the air vent, and then I swung over with the strength of my upper arm.

"Well……"

The vents are so small that Batman or the Red Hood can't crawl through them, but I feel like I should be able to get through them.

The girl below should be able to do it too.

I flipped barefoot from the window lightly, and said to the girl who was talking to me just now: "Do you want to leave?"

I saw 12 pairs of hopeful eyes condensed on me.

"But..." The other girl shrank back to the corner desperately, "But he will kill us, he has already killed three people."

Just then, I heard the sound of the door being opened, and I immediately retreated into the pile of rags.

"Are you awake?" The fat man should be holding food boxes in his hand. He threw them into the cage one by one like feeding a dog. After throwing them, he squatted beside me and pinched my chin with his hand.

"Why did you put me here? Why are they in cages?"

The fat man smiled complacently and didn't answer my question, but after pinching my face with his hand, he put his hand in front of his nose and sniffed: "Ah, little girl, do you still want to play with me?"

Play you big head ghost!

The man reached out to touch my butt, rubbed it erotically, and made a tut-tsk comment: "It's very up."

I hesitated between putting up with this bastard for a while and kicking his balls, and then I saw a crowbar coming from behind and hitting the man on the head.

Well, I don't need to make a decision now.

What appeared in front of me was the knight who was followed by me.

The knight looked at the fat man lying on the ground in disgust. He saw Tibbo squatting on the ground and tested his pulse before he took a breath.

"Why did you suddenly beat him like this... I'm afraid I won't be able to find a follow-up..."

"It's okay." The knight played with the crowbar in his hand. "I heard him calling outside just now. His accomplice will come in 10 minutes. You can continue to chase after you."

I can rest assured that.

I generously raised my foot and patted Jason on the shoulder: "Thanks! Dude."

Arkham Knight looked at the heavy makeup on Robin's face. The makeup on his face was already a bit smudged. The suspenders on the upper body were wrinkled, exposing the small and cute belly button, and the miniskirt on the buttocks was squeezed into a ball.

He frowned: "Do you have to do this?"

"This is more efficient." I took out the throwing knife from the knight's belt and began to deal with the cage, releasing the girls inside one by one.

The long period of captivity has worn down the will of these young girls, and some even fell into my arms and cried non-stop.

I have to send them out first to ensure the safety of these poor girls before I can further search and arrest the fat man's accomplices.

"Leave through the front door?" I asked the knight who had come in from outside.

"Let them walk through the vent at the top—it's connected to the woods behind, and it's easy to escape if there's no one in the woods."

"...Tell me the truth, is that forest still a corpse dump?"

The Cavaliers don't care about that.

I sighed, it's not a gentleman's job to let this group of girls see another group of miserable corpses.

But in order to arrest this group of scumbags who have no moral bottom line, I think...

"Barbara, I need your help here."

I think I can make a phone call?

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When Joe and Ziggle returned to their sin hut, they found that the fat man was not there.

"Hold the gun." The two men winked at each other, took the weapon and started to enter the house.

But before the two men used their guns to search for the security door where they kept the goods, a child kicked them both to the ground behind him.

Jason and I were still waiting in the house, when we suddenly heard the sound of gunshots and beatings outside, Jason and I looked at each other, Jason walked in front with his gun in his hand, we Walking behind with the crowbar Jason gave me in hand.

When the knight opened the door, what he saw at the pier was the son of the League of Assassins that Bruce of this world had obtained.

"TT"

When I saw that Damian's knife was about to cut off the heads of these two people, I subconsciously shouted: "No!"

Damian looked up and saw the girl feeding the cat.

She was wearing a men's jacket, holding a crowbar in her hand and pointing at herself tremblingly.

"Both of them have a party!"

Damian looked at the two people who were paralyzed by him on the ground, thought for a while, and then stacked the two of them together.

"Why did you appear here?" Damian used his violent means to torture all the way to get the news of these two people, and then chased them down with a knife. He must complete this task perfectly before Robin.

"I... I was tricked here."

Damian looked at the blurry makeup on Betty's face, he was silent for a moment, then pointed the knife at the tall man behind him.

"Todd! Why are you here again?!"

The knight was stunned for a moment. He realized that this child actually knew another Jason, and the two of them should not be very familiar with each other, so Jason replied cautiously: "I will handle the case of the missing woman..."

"TT, you are that trash Drake's helper? Sure enough, trash will only gather in a pile. I thought you would be very smart after being praised by your mother."

What's the matter with this kid?What is Trash Drake?

Damian knocked the tall and thin man unconscious on the ground with the back of his knife, and then walked towards the two of us: "Betty, let me take you back...the cats haven't been fed today, have they?"

I hadn't figured out how to fool this kid away and then changed into a Robin costume and took out my long stick and beat him hard to vent my anger, when I found that my left hand was held by Jason fiercely.

"Little brat, she's mine."

Damian showed that impatient expression again. To be honest, it was really different from Bruce's good temper and young master's upbringing when he was a child.

"Todd, Betty won't want to follow the trash, she can even be tricked into this place..."

"No, I want to help." I couldn't help explaining.

The knight directly buried his head on my neck, then put his arms around my waist, turned me over and kissed me in front of Damian.

I still remember this guy using Albertina's identity to forcefully kiss me in a world with Iron Man... Doing this, is it addictive?

I wasn't ashamed to push Jason away in front of Damian, but the kid was already slashing up with a knife.

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To be honest, working with Damian, whoever knows who cooperates, is really a headache-the violent factor in his body is everywhere.

Now, except for two of these five people with broken vertebrae, the others are nothing but broken bones, and their lives have been saved anyway.

It's rare that I find Damian to have some sympathy for these girls, but I'm still amazed that he's finally attached to a hare in the forest.

I followed Jason, pretending to be the mistress of the gangster Red Hood, back down the alley.

"...so, shall we feed the cat together today?"

Damian asked me after the knight had gone.

I took a deep breath: "If you want."

I can understand why Selena likes these cuties, but the cat sucking expression of the devil cub makes me feel magical. I even heard him say: "Maybe I can ask Dad if I can keep them at home."

Don't even think about it, I tell you!

After scratching the chin of the last black cat, I stood up and stared at me and Damian: "I want to go home... I have a present for you."

Damian sees Betty leaving for a moment, a package in her hand.

He watched the Todd woman unpack and press the cloak inside over herself.

"Here's a hood I made...the lining is Robin's yellow."

Damian looked at the cape for a while: "TT"

He still took it: "This Robin's color is too stupid."

I forced myself to tell myself that I just wanted to make it up to him for taking the cloak his mother gave him, and I would not beat this kid for his stupid remarks, absolutely not.

Definitely not going to break Betty's character and reveal that I'm that Drake.

After a while, I heard Damian say: "I will use it, and I will show you what is called the strongest Robin."

I was afraid that I would have a myocardial infarction, so I hurriedly greeted this devil boy: "I think I should really go back."

Then he strode and ran away.

Damian looked down at the hood for a long time. The fabric of the hood was made of Kevlar. It might be what the woman asked for from Jason Todd. body, the height is just right.

"TT"

He thought for a while that this poor woman would be tricked into being an undercover agent by the red hood, so he decided to follow her to see where she lived.

But he saw the annoying Drake.

"Why are you here? Where's Betty?"

Having quickly removed my make-up and put on my own Robin uniform, I now throw off the stick and want to fight this guy hard, but I am scared when Damian jumps on me like a dog.

"What are you doing!"

"You smell of Betty...and of Mia."

Who is Mia?

"It's the pregnant lady."

I just realized that my question was uttered by myself, and Damian actually answered it seriously.

Damian stared at the opposite Drake with difficulty: "Although...but I have to say that Betty is still the mistress of the red hood on the surface, and you are still hanging out with Betty, I suggest you fight with trash Todd , it is best to die together."

I think you want to be beaten by me.

"I'd rather die with you."

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"Hiss—Ah Fu, take it easy."

Instead, the old housekeeper stretched out his hand and pressed heavily on my wound: "Master Tim, I thought you could return to the Batcave unscathed after completing the case, can you tell me why you have these injuries now?"

"..."

"I hope that modern vase I put out there doesn't break, okay?"

"Okay, Fu."

The author has something to say:

In the private Assassins League, Damian and Jason are familiar. They haven't spoken much, but they know each other's familiarity.

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