Super Detective in the Fictional World

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The rope darts and melee combat skills demonstrated by Batman, as well as the proficiency in using various equipment, are full of sophisticated nature after long-term training. The fastest update is "X④③③", but Fleger thought for a moment, and still shook his head: "A person has limited energy. If he wants to master so many professional skills at the same time, he also needs marksmanship. "

The team members also agreed: "Furthermore, long-term rigorous unarmed combat training will affect the flexibility and sensitivity of the hand and bring negative effects on the use of firearms. This is also a problem."

Frege sighed: "Well, find a branch in New York and let them contact that ... Big Daddy and Super Killer, and ask them what they think of Batman."

The team members laughed, "Boss, even if it's similar, you still don't want to give up this Batman."

Frieger: "Batman's style of action is more to my appetite. It's also very good to pull in. At least he can play well and has his own bottom line."

The teammates stunned: "He was alone, and he killed more than 200 people in one night. It is very dangerous."

Frege shrugged: "But no one will die, and most of them will be able to recover. If we go in, most of them will be killed directly. Who do you say has the bottom line?"

Hehehe: "We have a license, but he has no law enforcement."

Frege patted the team member's shoulder: "So, as long as he is willing to join, I can give him a license and let him legally hit anyone."

...

On the distant 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 to play Batman's jumbled pictures.

She tore off the gloves of her hands and drank from the water glass beside her.

At this moment, the alloy door in the basement opened, and Damon walked in with a pained expression.

Minty looked at Dad's face and quickly cared: "Dad, are you in any trouble?"

When Damon closed the door, he saw the picture still on the TV and signaled with a bitter smile: "It's not your new idol that has caused me trouble."

Minty's eyes turned: "Someone came to ask you again, do you know Batman?"

Damon looked at her daughter's expression and sighed: "Don't try me, I have never heard of this guy, and there is no suitable person in the people I know."

Minty bit his own Snoopy drinking glass straw and mumbled thoughtfully: "But why is he dressed like you?"

A calm man like Damon couldn't help but scratch his head: "Where is it like? Isn't it all black?"

But looking at his daughter's big bright eyes, he conceded: "Well, it looks a bit like that, but how do I know why he wants to learn me?"

As a result, Mindy Lolly held the water cup in her hands, but continued to stare at him with some light in her eyes.

Damon suddenly understood, raised his finger and pointed at himself, and then pointed at Batman on TV, saying "you, think, say, I, here, learn, he?"

Minty's little Lori looked away: "Ahem, Dad, this is what you said."

Damon: ... sht!

Just kidding, Minty said, "Actually, we still have an acquaintance in Los Angeles?"

Damon hummed.

Minty's eyes flickered: "Dad, why don't you send a message to ask v, see if he knows about Batman?"

Damon shook his head: "This is it. V never asked if we knew the punisher?"

Suddenly, he understood and turned to look at his daughter: "You mean, v is Batman?"

Minty smiled and said, "Look, v is also in Los Angeles, and he is very strong. He is also a black plus mask cloak, and he is also faceless. It really looks like it."

Damon groaned for a moment, or shook his head: "Did you forget v's marksmanship and fierceness?"

Minty er, but argued, "Maybe he did it on purpose?"

Damon looked at her: "Are you serious?"

Minty's head turned, and she knew that her father had asked it like this, it must have been that the idea had missed somewhere.

But she still didn't figure it out.

Damon reminded him: "Don't forget, v that night, he had a gun against the target eye and his dozens of subordinates. Finally, he forced the target eye to explode all of his subordinates, and then flee to New York. What's wrong with the murderer never relenting, why cover it up? "

Minty shook his head.

The marksmanship has reached the level of v, and it is already at a level of one enemy. It is very uncomfortable to give up this technique of eating in battle.

It would be awkward for ordinary people not to use one hand at all.

With v marksmanship level, it is necessary to hone the shooting on a weekday to the instinct of using left and right hands.

To really suppress this instinct, this is really hard to do.

Even if v really wanted to play as Batman, there was no need to do so.

Minty Little Rory finally gave up this apparently logically wrong guess, completely unaware that her first instinct was the truth.

Of course, it didn't matter if she guessed.

The identity of v is also a shadow to Luke, and has never really existed.

With deep memory of v, in addition to Damon's father and daughter, only the target eye of v was defeated and fled.

Minty was dispelled with the right idea, but then thought of another thing: "Dad, let's ask v and ask if he can make the type of Batman armor, I feel so good!"

Damon nodded. "Yes, but remember to ask for the price first."

He did not forget the last time he took 500,000 to buy equipment, he thought it was more than enough, and the result was only half the cost of top equipment.

Although Damon didn't like pretending, but he really didn't want to make such a mess again, that was really embarrassing.

...

At the Malibu Beach Villa, Tony dropped the bat dart in his hand, looking a little weird.

"The material used for this item is just ordinary steel, except for its shape, there is nothing special. From the processing traces, it and the other ten bat darts are all inferior products that have been roughened uniformly. Any handicraft workshop can imitate them. Any technical difficulty. "Jarvis's voice sounded.

Tony looked at the bat dart thrown on the workbench, picked up the cheeseburger on the side, took a sip, and said vaguely: "My hunch was right at first, this guy was intentional. Everything he exposed, It is a carefully arranged illusion, and he has been hiding his true identity. "

Speaking of this ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ he whispered while burgering, "No matter the ridiculous old antique armor, or the glider-only cloak, rope dart and this dart, they are all made. The guise of showing everyone. This guy may now use the real identity of no one to watch the show leisurely. He is playing with everyone. "

With that said, he stuffed the rest of the burger into his mouth: "You wait! Wait until my armor is done and you don't want to run away. I'll unveil your mask myself, Batman ... no, It's Mr. Mystery! "

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