Look at Batman's rope darts and close-quarters combat skills, as well as his familiarity with all kinds of equipment. He's full of experience after a long period of training. " But Flegg thought for a moment, then shook his head. "A person's energy is limited. It's really difficult to be proficient in so many professional skills and be good at shooting."
His teammate agreed. "Besides, long-term, strict hand-to-hand combat training will affect the flexibility and agility of the hands, which will negatively affect the use of firearms. That's also a problem."
Flegg sighed. "Fine, find the branch in New York and ask them to contact … Big Daddy and Hitgirl. Ask them what they think of Batman."
His teammate chuckled. "Boss, you're still unwilling to give up on Batman even though he's a little similar."
Flegg said, "I like Batman's style. It's not a bad idea to rope him in. At the very least, he's good at fighting and has his own bottom line."
His teammate clicked his tongue. "He crippled more than two hundred people in one night on his own. That's very dangerous."
Flegg shrugged. "But none of them died. Most of them can recover. If it were us, most of them would've been shot dead. Who do you think has a bottom line? "
His teammate chuckled. "We have a license, but he doesn't."
Flegg patted his teammate on the shoulder. "So, as long as he's willing to join, I can give him a license so that he can beat people legally."
…
On the distant east coast, in the basement of a two-story building in New Jersey, Mindy stopped hitting the sandbag and watched the TV on the wall as Batman beat up some hooligans.
She took off the gloves on her hands and drank from the glass of water on the side.
At that moment, the alloy door to the basement opened, and Damon walked in with a pained expression.
Looking at her father, Mindy hurriedly asked in concern, "Dad, is there any trouble?"
Damon closed the door and looked at the TV, which was still playing. He smiled bitterly. "It's all because of your new idol."
Mindy rolled her eyes. "Someone asked you again if you know Batman?"
Damon looked at his daughter's expression and sighed. "You don't have to test me. I've never heard of this guy. I don't know anyone suitable."
Biting the straw of her pink Snoopy cup, Mindy mumbled thoughtfully, "But why is he dressed so much like you?"
Even someone as calm as Damon couldn't help but scratch his head. "How? Isn't it all black? "
But looking at his daughter's big sparkling eyes, he admitted defeat. "Okay, he looks a little like me, but how do I know why he wants to learn from me?"
In the end, Mindy continued to stare at him with a certain glint in her eyes.
Damon suddenly understood. He raised his hand in shock and pointed at himself, then at Batman on TV. He enunciated each word clearly, "Are you trying to say that I'm learning from him?"
Mindy looked away. "Cough cough, Dad, that's what you said."
Damon: … Sh * t!
After the joke, Mindy said, "Actually, we have an acquaintance in Los Angeles, right?"
Damon hummed in response.
Mindy rolled her eyes. "Dad, why don't you ask V if he knows anything about Batman?"
Damon shook his head. "That's a lie. V never asked us if we knew the Punisher. "
Suddenly, he realized something and turned around to look at his daughter. "Are you saying that V is Batman?"
Mindy chuckled. "Look, V is also in Los Angeles. He's also very strong, and he's also wearing a black mask and cloak. He doesn't show his face either. They really do look alike."
Pondering for a moment, Damon shook his head. "Have you forgotten V's marksmanship and ferocity?"
Mindy hesitated for a moment, but still argued, "Maybe he did it on purpose?"
Damon looked at her. "Are you serious?"
Mindy's mind raced. She knew that there had to be something wrong with her father's question.
But she still couldn't figure it out.
Damon then reminded her, "Don't forget that V fought Bullseye and dozens of his subordinates that night with just one gun. In the end, Bullseye's subordinates were all forced to self-destruct before he escaped back to New York. Also, V never shows mercy when it comes to killing criminals. What's the point of hiding it? "
Mindy shook her head.
At V's level, he could already fight a hundred enemies on his own. It would be very uncomfortable to give up this skill in a battle.
It would be very awkward for an ordinary person not to use one hand at all.
Given V's marksmanship, he had to hone his shooting skills to the point that he could use his left and right hands.
If he really wanted to forcefully suppress this instinct, it would be really difficult to do so.
Even if V really wanted to pretend to be Batman, there was no need for him to do so.
Mindy finally gave up on this obviously illogical guess. She had no idea that her first instinct was the truth.
Of course, it didn't matter even if she guessed it.
V's identity was also a shadow for Luke, and had never really existed.
Apart from Damon and Mindy, the only people who had left a deep impression on V was Bullseye, who had fled after V had been beaten.
Mindy gave up on her correct idea, but then thought of something else. "Dad, let's ask V if he can make a suit like Batman's. I think it's awesome!"
Damon nodded. "Okay, but remember to ask for the price first."
He hadn't forgotten that he had bought equipment with 500,000 last time. He had thought that it would be more than enough, but it turned out that it was only half the cost of top-notch equipment.
While Damon didn't like to show off, he really didn't want to embarrass himself like that again. That would be too awkward.
…
In the Malibu Beach villa, Tony threw away the bat dart in his hand with a strange expression on his face.
"This item is made of ordinary steel. There's nothing special about it except the shape. Judging from the traces, it and the other ten bat darts are all inferior products that were roughly processed. Any workshop can replicate it without any technical difficulties, "said Jarvis.
Looking at the bat dart that had been thrown on the workbench, Tony took a bite of his cheeseburger, and said vaguely, "My hunch was right from the start. This guy did it on purpose. Everything he exposed was a carefully set up facade. He's been hiding his true identity. "
As he spoke, he mumbled as he chewed on his burger, "Whether it's that ridiculous antique armor, the cape that can only glide, or the rope darts and these darts, they're all pretenses for everyone to see. This guy might be leisurely watching the show with his true identity that nobody cares about. He's toying with everyone. "
Saying that, he stuffed the rest of the burger into his mouth. "Just you wait! When my armor is done, you won't be able to run away. I'll personally take off your mask, Batman … No, Mr. Mystery Man! "
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