"Batman's rope dart and close combat skills, as well as his proficiency in the use of various equipment, are full of sophistication and naturalness after long-term training." But Flage thought for a moment, and still shook his head: "A person Your energy is limited, and it is really difficult to master so many professional skills at the same time, as well as marksmanship."
The team members also agree with this point: "Besides, long-term rigorous unarmed combat training will affect the flexibility and sensitivity of the hands, and have negative effects on the use of firearms. This is also a problem."
Flagg sighed: "Okay, find the branch in New York and ask them to contact that... Big Daddy and Super Killer, and ask them what they think of Batman."
The team members laughed: "Boss, even if there is a little similarity, you still don't want to give up this Batman."
Fleger: "Batman's style of acting is more to my liking, and it's good to be brought in. At least he can fight well and has his own bottom line."
The team members clicked their tongues: "He alone, in one night, disabled more than two hundred people, which is very dangerous."
Fleger shrugged: "But no one will die, and most of them can recover. If we go in, then most of them will be killed directly. Who do you think has the bottom line?"
Team member hehe: "We have a license, but he doesn't have a license to enforce the law."
Flag patted the team members on the shoulder: "So, as long as he is willing to join, I can issue him a license, allowing him to beat people legally."
…
On the far east coast, in the basement of a two-story building in New Jersey, Minty stopped hitting the sandbags, and looked sideways at the TV on the wall showing the scene of Batman beating up the punk.
She pulled off the gloves on both hands, and took a drink from the glass next to her.
At this time, the alloy door of the basement opened, and Damon walked in with a face full of pain.
Minty looked at his father's appearance, and quickly cared: "Dad, is there any trouble?"
After closing the door, Damon saw the picture still playing on the TV, and said with a wry smile, "It's not that your new idol caused me trouble."
Minty rolled his eyes: "Someone came to ask you again, do 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 no one I know is suitable."
Minty bit the straw of her pink Snoopy, muttering thoughtfully: "But why does he look so similar to you?"
A calm person like Damon couldn't help scratching his head: "Where does it look like? Isn't it all black?"
But looking at his daughter's big shining eyes, he gave up: "Well, it seems a bit similar, but how do I know why he wants to learn from me?"
As a result, Minty's little Luoli was holding the water glass with both hands, but his eyes continued to stare at him with a flash of light.
Damon suddenly understood, raised his finger in amazement, pointed at himself, then pointed at Batman on TV, and paused every word: "You, think, say, I, am, learn, him?"
Minty little Luoli looked away: "Ahem, Dad, you said this all yourself."
Damon: ...shxt!
After joking, Minty still said, "Actually, we have an acquaintance in Los Angeles, right?"
Damon hummed.
Mindy rolled his eyes: "Dad, why don't you send a message and ask V to see if he knows about Batman?"
Damon shook his head: "This is privacy. V never asked us if we knew the Punisher?"
Suddenly, he understood, and turned to look at his daughter: "You mean, v is Batman?"
Minty smiled: "Look, V is also in Los Angeles, and he is also very strong. He is also wearing a black mask and cloak, and he also doesn't show his face. It really looks alike."
Damon pondered for a moment, then shook his head: "Have you forgotten about V's marksmanship and viciousness?"
Minty grunted, but argued anyway, "Maybe he did it on purpose?"
Damon looked at her: "Are you serious?"
Minty's head turned, and she knew that her father's question must be an omission somewhere in this idea.
But she still couldn't figure it out.
Damon reminded: "Don't forget, v fought against Bullseye and dozens of his subordinates with a single gun that night, and finally forced Bullseye to blow up all his subordinates before he fled back to New York with his life. And v What's wrong with never being soft when killing gangsters, why bother to cover up?"
Minty shook her head.
Marksmanship has reached the level of V, which is already at the level of one against one hundred. Giving up this kind of eating skills in battle will make people very uncomfortable.
It would be extremely awkward for ordinary people not to use one hand at all.
With V's marksmanship level, it is necessary to hone the instinct of shooting as if using the left and right hands on weekdays.
It is really difficult to forcefully suppress this instinct.
Even if V really wanted to dress up as Batman, there was no need to do so.
Minty little Luoli finally gave up on this obviously logically wrong guess, completely unaware that her first intuition was the truth.
Of course, it doesn't matter if she guesses it.
The identity of v is also a shadow to Luke, and has never really existed.
Apart from Damon's father and daughter, the only one who remembers V deeply is the bullseye of V who was beaten and fled.
Minty was dismissed from the correct idea, but then thought of another thing: "Dad, let's ask V to see if he can make Batman's armor, I feel so amazing!"
Damon nodded: "Yes, but remember to ask the price first."
He didn't forget the last time he brought 500,000 yuan 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 pretending, he really doesn't want to be embarrassed like this again, it's really embarrassing.
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In the Malibu beach villa, Tony casually threw away the bat dart in his hand, and his face became a little weird.
"The material used for this item is just ordinary steel, and there is nothing special about it except for its shape. Judging from the traces of processing, it and the other ten bat darts are all inferior products that were uniformly rough-processed. Any handcraft workshop can imitate them. Any technical difficulty." Jarvis' voice sounded.
Tony looked at the bat dart thrown on the workbench, took a bite of the cheeseburger on the side, and said vaguely: "My hunch was right at first, this guy did it on purpose. Everything he exposed, They are all carefully arranged illusions, and he has been hiding his true identity."
Speaking of this, he muttered while nibbling on the hamburger: "Whether it's the ridiculous old armor, or the cloak that can only glide, and the rope dart and this dart, they are all made for everyone to see. This guy may be using his true identity that no one is paying attention to, watching the show leisurely, and he is playing with everyone."
Having said that, he stuffed the rest of the hamburger into his mouth: "You wait! When my armor is finished, you don't want to run away. I will unmask you personally, Batman... No, yes Mister Mystery Man!"