MM Racing Chapter 211 Mother Box, but identified as pure mud face
Chapter 211 Mother Box, but identified as pure mud face
Chapter 211 Mother Box, but identified as pure mud face (I finally finished it, sob sob).
As the lightning rod snapped shut, the storm subsided, and the Speed Force continuously filled the void that had suddenly appeared in the upper city, stream by stream.
And so the world came alive.
Barry had already safely placed all the residents who had been thrown from the buildings to the ground. Then, together with the rogue gang, they collected all the debris from the buildings that had been knocked down by the giant ape Titano, piling them up into a mountain of ruins on the wide road to prevent them from falling and killing innocent residents as time passed.
And so, at this moment, all is peaceful and serene.
From the perspective of the residents of Midtown, they were only in a daze for a moment before they found that their old, dilapidated apartment building, where they had not yet finished paying off their mortgage, had been turned into ruins and fragments in an instant, neatly stacked on the street outside, with three words written in frost by Captain Cold: "You're welcome."
He stood there in the street, wearing only his underwear and shirtless, looking like a fool. A gust of wind blew by, and he shivered, shrinking his neck in the cold.
Of course, this was only the relatively lucky group. Some residents were hit by the building when time stopped, clutching their bodies and groaning as blood gushed from their wounds. Chen Tao used his Crimson of All Beings to give them emergency treatment, and after working with Barry for a long time, they finally managed to settle them all down.
"Phew!" Barry breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Not far away, an ambulance with a long siren was forcibly lifting an old man into the vehicle. The old man, whose face was haggard and who looked like a skeleton, was very agitated.
"No!!! Let go of me, don't take me to the hospital! I can't afford the medical bills! Waaaaah! I work as a gas worker during the day and write novels at night, and I finally managed to buy this house with a loan!!!! Waaaaah, my butt hurts so much, I'm only 23 years old, waaaaah..."
But the nurses still forcibly put him in the car, and with a bang, the door closed, and they dragged him away.
"..."
Chen Tao really wanted to shout that all the expenses for the guests would be paid by Young Master Wei, but the occasion seemed a bit inappropriate.
I'll reimburse those unlucky folks here in Bruce Wayne's name later. Luckily, the fighting didn't affect too wide an area; not the entire Midtown was damaged.
Midtown is truly an amazing city. If it were Gotham, it would be a scene of carnage and bloodshed by now, yet their casualties aren't particularly severe. It's like they're on completely different wavelengths.
He turned his head and saw Barry's serious expression, so he coughed lightly and said in a voice that sounded like he had choked on phlegm, "This is basically none of our business here. To be honest, the casualties this time are actually quite..."
"It's terrible." Then Chen Tao saw Barry's face full of grief: "This is the worst casualty incident in Midtown in nearly 10 years."
Chen Tao was so frightened that he dared not utter a sound, and hurriedly swallowed back the words "the casualties were relatively few".
However, Flash Barry clearly didn't care about Chen Tao's subtle expressions; he turned his gaze to Captain Cold and his group, who had already run far away.
"Are you just going to ignore them and let them go?"
"The Flash, Barry Allen, asked."
Then he saw Chen Tao looking at him with a half-smile, and immediately raised his hands in defense:
"I let the magician go last time because I knew he would go back to the police station on his own."
He pointed to Captain Cold and his group gradually disappearing into the distance: "But Snyder (Captain Cold's real name) is a sly fox. He will never go back to the police station to turn himself in. Believe me, I've been fooled by them so many times—"
"as well as."
He looked at the eyeball of the dead giant ape Titano, which was bigger than a basketball, that Chen Tao was holding in his hands: "Please, can you stop playing with that giant ape's eyeball? You've got it all over your hands."
He turned his head as if he were about to vomit: "Listen, Batman, I genuinely believe you're not a psychopath, but your behavior... ugh!"
Chen Tao paused, then chuckled awkwardly and put down the enormous eyeball in his hands. He realized that it seemed a bit strange to be touching an eyeball like that.
The death of Titano the Great Ape provided him with a Batman to target, and this Batman was actually a gorilla: Bat-Gorilla Detective.
He appears to be a fusion of another magical superhero, the gorilla detective, and Batman, possessing the ability to communicate with all living beings and extraordinary detective skills.
But what's the use of that? We probably won't need it.
Chen Tao quickly put the gorilla out of his mind. He tossed the eyeball into the air like a basketball, then used his shoulder to send it flying, which drew shouts of "No littering!" from the nearby Midtown police.
"Who cares?" Chen Tao said. "But I already have a way to get rid of the scoundrels once and for all."
"What method?" Barry blinked.
"Don't gangsters like robbing banks and see it as their way of life? That's fine," Chen Tao said to Barry. "I love villains who love money. Tell me—"
Which bank is the largest in Midtown and has the most branches?
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Clang!
A beam of light shone down from the top of the dark space, causing Scarecrow Jonathan Klein to squint.
He looked down and saw himself strapped to a huge torture chair, still wearing his full gear: his signature scarecrow head, syringe, and tattered clothes that made him look like a scarecrow in a field.
But Scarecrow was certain that there wasn't a single drop of fear toxin in the syringe he had hidden in his arm.
This is a very interesting intimidation technique. By giving him these familiar tools, you create a false sense of security for him, and then suddenly shatter it at the last moment.
The Scarecrow has used these techniques before, and so has Batman. To try and pull these tricks on the Master of Fear is utterly foolish.
The scarecrow lowered its head. It carefully chose its words and cautiously adjusted its voice, bluffing to make people feel that they had not captured a thin middle-aged man, but a wild beast.
He tried to achieve the greatest possible counter-intimidation effect.
"Whoever you are, wherever you take me—I will crush you and feed you to my crows."
clack.
Immediately afterward, the scarecrow heard footsteps coming from the darkness—another tactic to create psychological pressure. The scarecrow sneered inwardly.
"That sounds very pleasant, Professor Klein." Then he heard the reply from the visitor.
He turned to the side and carefully examined the man in front of him.
He wore a bowler hat, a purple robe, and high boots, and carried a walking stick, speaking with a strong British accent. His skin was strangely pale, an unusual complexion that reminded the scarecrow of a clown.
But his face was utterly silent.
"ha."
He said.
"Leave those harsh words to your enemies."
The scarecrow carefully observed the other person's appearance, but couldn't find a single matching person in his mind.
"Who are you?" he asked bluntly.
"Do you remember what happened before you woke up here?"
"I...I was locked up back in Arkham," Scarecrow said. "Then one day, I was suddenly transferred to another ward...and then there was the sudden explosion."
"Indeed, there was a huge explosion, and then I saved you."
The Scarecrow's face darkened: "I've already used psychological manipulation on an Arkham guard for over three months, and I can escape through him immediately. I don't need you to make such a fuss."
Then the scarecrow saw the unfamiliar man in front of him snap his fingers, and a three-dimensional projection appeared in front of him:
"You've used the same trick far too many times, Klein. The guard you thought you had under control was discovered three weeks after you started intimidating him, and he was immediately suspended and sent for psychological treatment."
The scarecrow pursed its lips.
"Then they assembled a special team of psychologists who were skilled at dealing with psychological suggestion and gave the guard special training. You see, Professor Klein, you are probably one of the top psychologists on this planet, and every member of that team of psychologists is almost as bad as you."
"But if they brainstorm together, they'll be able to fool me. My escape is almost impossible, and even if it succeeds, Nightwing and his Suicide Squad will quickly come knocking on my door. You've done me a huge favor."
The scarecrow admitted, "What do you want from me? And..."
The scarecrow deliberately sized the other person up and down: "What's your name?"
"Outsider, you can call me an outsider, Professor Klein."
(Note: The Outsider is an evil version of Alfred from a parallel universe, Earth 3. He and the evil version of the Justice League from that universe, the "Crime Syndicate," caused a major event in the original comics: Evil Forever. This is just background information; it won't affect your reading if you're unfamiliar with the comics.)
The scarecrow heard the man in front of it say:
"If you ever get into trouble, get arrested, or face danger again, you can contact me, and I'll save you just like I did today. I'd be happy to help dangerous individuals like you—"
"Just like when I provided Bain with nuclear weapons."
The scarecrow was immediately taken aback. Observing the other person's expression, he was almost certain that what they said was true and not a fraudulent claim.
He didn't know before that the nuclear bombs Bane detonated in Gotham had such an origin.
"In exchange, I want you to do something for me, and then, one day, someday, in the distant future... I will need you. I demand that you answer my call without hesitation," he heard the man called the Outsider say.
"..." The scarecrow was silent for a while before slowly speaking.
What if I say no?
An outsider unscrewed the top of the walking stick, revealing a concealed pistol.
Without saying a word, he pressed the muzzle of the gun against the scarecrow's head.
"Then I'm afraid your lifelong struggle as the Gotham City King ends here."
The atmosphere was tense.
"I am not afraid of death," the scarecrow replied.
"But you enjoy feeling fear, don't you? Wasn't that your original purpose in creating fear gas? Until it's no longer as effective against you as it used to be."
The man called Outsider said, screwing the cane gun back onto his walking stick and spreading his arms: "That's why you stopped using those chemicals on yourself and started hurting innocent civilians so that the huge, terrifying Batman would come after you."
He said:
"You fear Batman, and that fear is so sweet. But I'm going to bring something far more terrifying than Batman to the world—and you will be the first to witness its splendor."
"You can feel a fear you've never felt before in your life."
"Please tell me, what is he? What makes me so afraid?"
On the outsider's face, which resembled a pale marble sculpture, a barely perceptible smile played at the corners of his lips.
"Join us and you'll see."
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This is a secret government base.
Ever since Batman and the monsters found the Mother Box, the government's attention to it has increased dramatically, and security has naturally become much stronger. However, at this moment...
A loud bang.
Amanda Waller wiggled her ample hips, using her barrel-like waist to barely dodge the flying debris of the iron gate, which resembled cannonballs, to avoid being cleaved in two. She then scrambled behind a table.
Then she saw the katana she had placed so much hope in also being shot out like a cannonball, bouncing around the room a few times before falling backward beside her—the katana belonged to a married Japanese woman who possessed a demonic sword capable of sealing souls.
"Katana! Katana!"
Amanda Waller, somewhat exasperated, scrambled to her feet and ran to the katana, frantically slapping her face: "Stop lying there! Get up and chop him down! Chop him down, use your sword!"
boom!
The Steppenwolf, clad in full metal armor, didn't bother going through the iron gate smashed by the katana. Instead, he smashed through the wall next to him with an axe and walked right in.
Countless Parademons followed him.
"Stop filming, Waller." The katana got up from the ground. "And that's not my sword, it's my husband! You need to show him respect."
She shouted, "My husband's soul is only trapped in the knife; he's still alive!"
"Yes, yes, your husband is still alive! Stop talking nonsense and just kill him!!!" Amanda Waller was going crazy. She didn't want to argue with the katana about these pointless issues at all. She watched Steppenwolf slowly break through the last protective measures they had put up for the Mother Box, her eyes practically turning red.
"The mother box is about to be stolen!"
Then she saw this foolish Japanese woman pointing her katana at his sword and saying, "Yes, sir, I know, sir!"
Then, in a very serious tone, she said to Amanda Waller, "My husband told you that he has forgiven you for disrespecting him."
The obese Waller was nearly driven to his death by the samurai sword.
Seeing that the other party was really about to go berserk, the katana hurriedly raised its sword and charged towards the wasteland wolf.
But with this slight delay, Steppenwolf had already arrived in front of the Mother Box.
"The Mother Box..." He reached out his hand towards the metal cube placed on the table: "For Darkseid!"
Under Amanda Waller's bloodshot gaze, he grabbed the mother box and then suddenly froze.
(End of this chapter)