"Batman's rope darts and close combat skills, as well as his proficiency in the use of various equipment, are full of the sophistication and naturalness of long-term training." But Flag thought for a moment and shook his head: "A person's energy is limited. It is really difficult to master so many professional skills at the same time, and also shoot."
The team members also agreed with this: "Besides, long-term and strict unarmed combat training will affect the flexibility and sensitivity of the hands, which will have a negative effect on the use of firearms, which is also a problem."
Flagg sighed. "Okay, let's find the New York branch and have them contact that... Big Daddy and Hit-Girl and ask them what they think of Batman."
The team members chuckled, "Boss, even if there is a little resemblance, you still don't want to give up this Batman."
Flagg: "Batman's style of doing things is more to my liking, and it's also good to bring him in. At least he's a good fighter and he has his own bottom line."
The team members were amazed: "He alone crippled more than 200 people in one night. It's very dangerous."
Flagg shrugged. "But no one will die. Most of them will recover. If we go in, most of them will be shot dead. Who do you think has a better bottom line?"
The team members laughed: "We have a license, but he is enforcing the law without a license."
Flagg patted the team member on the shoulder and said, "So, as long as he is willing to join, I can give him a license and let him beat people legally."
…
Far away on the East Coast, in the basement of a two-story building in New Jersey, Mindy stopped hitting the sandbag and turned her head to look at the TV on the wall playing the scene of Batman beating up gangsters.
She took off the gloves on her hands, picked up the cup of water beside her and started drinking.
At this time, the alloy door of the basement opened, and Damon walked in with a painful look on his face.
Mindy looked at her father and asked, "Dad, is there any trouble?"
Damon closed the door and saw the scene still playing on TV. He smiled bitterly and said, "It's all because of your new idol that I got into trouble."
Mindy rolled her eyes and said, "Someone else is asking you if you know Batman?"
Damon looked at his daughter's expression and sighed, "Don't test me. I really haven't heard of this guy, and there's no one I know who's suitable."
Mindy bit the straw of her pink Snoopy water cup and murmured thoughtfully, "But why does he dress so much like you?"
Even a calm person like Damon couldn't help scratching his head: "How are they similar? Aren't they both black?"
But looking at his daughter's big, shining eyes, he admitted defeat: "Okay, it looks a bit like me, but how do I know why he wants to copy me?"
As a result, little Loli Mindy held the water cup in both hands, but continued to stare at him with a certain light flashing in her eyes.
Damon suddenly understood, raised his finger in astonishment and pointed at himself, then at the Batman on TV, and said word by word: "You. Think. I. am. learning. from. him?"
Little Loli Mindy looked away: "Ahem, Dad, you said that yourself."
Damon: ...shxt!
After joking, Mindy still said, "Actually, we have an acquaintance in Los Angeles, right?"
Damon hummed.
Mindy's eyes rolled around: "Dad, why don't you send a message to V to see if he knows anything about Batman?"
Damon shook his head, "This is private. V never asked us if we knew the Punisher?"
Suddenly, he understood and turned to look at his daughter: "You mean, V is Batman?"
Mindy chuckled and said, "Look, V is also in Los Angeles, he's also very strong, he's also dressed in black with a mask and cloak, and he also doesn't show his face, they really look alike."
Damon hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "Have you forgotten V's marksmanship and ferocity?"
Mindy groaned, but still argued, "Maybe he did it on purpose?"
Damon looked at her, "Are you serious?"
Mindy's mind started to work. She knew that since her father asked this, there must be something wrong with this idea.
But she still couldn't figure it out.
Damon reminded him, "Don't forget, V fought Bullseye and his dozens of men alone that night with only a gun. In the end, Bullseye forced all his men to self-destruct, and only then did he escape back to New York. And what's wrong with V never showing mercy when killing criminals? Why cover it up?"
Mindy shook her head.
When the marksmanship reaches V's level, he can already fight one against a hundred. Giving up this skill during a battle would make people feel very uncomfortable.
It would be extremely awkward for an ordinary person to not use one hand at all.
With V's level of marksmanship, he would have to hone his shooting skills into an instinct like using his left or right hand.
It's really difficult to suppress this instinct.
Even if V really wanted to dress up as Batman, there was no need to do so.
Little Loli Mindy finally gave up this obviously illogical guess, not knowing that her first intuition was the truth.
Of course, it wouldn't matter even if she guessed it.
vFor Luke, this identity is just a shadow and has never really existed.
Apart from Damon and his daughter, the only person who had a deep memory of V was Bullseye, who was beaten and fled away.
Mindy was dispelled from that correct idea, but then she thought of another thing: "Dad, let's ask V to see if he can make a battle armor like Batman's. I think it looks so cool!"
Damon nodded: "Okay, but remember to ask the price first."
He did not forget the last time he brought 500,000 to buy equipment. He thought it was more than enough, but it turned out to be only half the cost of top-level equipment.
Although Damon doesn't like to show off, he really doesn't want to make such a fool of himself again. It would be too embarrassing.
…
In the Malibu beach villa, Tony casually threw away the bat dart in his hand, and his face looked a little strange.
"The material used for this item is just ordinary steel. Apart from its shape, there is nothing special about it. Judging from the processing marks, it and the other ten bat darts are all rough-processed and of low quality. Any workshop can imitate them without any technical difficulty." Jarvis' voice sounded.
Tony looked at the batarang thrown on the workbench, picked up a cheeseburger beside him and took a bite, and said vaguely: "My hunch was right from the beginning. This guy did it on purpose. Everything he exposed was a carefully arranged illusion. He has been hiding his true identity."
At this point, he munched on a burger and muttered, "Whether it's that ridiculous old antique armor, the cloak that can only glide, the rope darts, or these darts, they are all just a cover for everyone to see. This guy might be using his real identity that no one is paying attention to, leisurely watching the show. He is playing tricks on everyone."
At this point, he stuffed the rest of the burger into his mouth. "Just wait! When my armor is made, you can't escape. I will personally unmask you, Batman... No, Mr. Mysterio!"