Western District,
Near a row of low houses near the dark alley,
A few black shadows took advantage of the dark clouds covering the moon to brush past the corner and get into another narrow alley,
Under the faint light of the streetlights,
We can see their clothes clearly,
Just as Bruce Wayne said,
This is a group of weirdos in strange clothes.
"Oh, you stepped on me,
De … Stoat Man! "The young man dressed like a raccoon cried out in pain in a low voice,
Then he complained in a low voice.
The masked young man in white behind him raised his eyebrows. "You're walking too slowly,
And — the footsteps are too heavy,
Weasel. "
"It's the raccoon man!"
The person following behind them reminded in a low voice, "Stop arguing …"
"Shut up! Panda Boy (panpan)! " 2
Pulled the cowering panda behind her,
The girl in the assassin outfit narrowed her eyes slightly,
She looked warningly at the two arguing people in front of her until they each shut up,
Waiting for the next instruction.
The girl heard the instruction in her headset, "… Miss Know-It-All, the situation has changed,
Wait for the mysterious man to meet you. Also,
Tell the raccoon man and the stoat man,
If they expose their whereabouts again,
They will be directly expelled from the team. "
"Understood." As soon as Miss Know-It-All's voice fell, the mysterious man's cloak had already fallen to the ground,
Through the mask and the voice changer,
The mysterious man's voice sounded low and hoarse, "I have to say,
It's not too difficult to track you guys. "
This was the mysterious masked vigilante that made Charles and Wayne suspicious of each other. Since their debut, they had saved six kittens, returned eight wallets, and stopped three robberies, one of which was a team armed robbery. In that battle, the raccoon man was accidentally injured, causing the stoat man to go berserk and almost reveal his true face. This was also the reason why the team's military counselor repeatedly warned them.
White Weasel had also guessed what the military counselor had said to Miss Know-It-All, so he rubbed his nose uncomfortably. He then looked at the team leader and asked, "Mystery Hero, what's our mission tonight?"
Mystery Man shook his cape and said calmly, "Night Patrol, White Weasel Man and Panda Boy are in charge of the area south of the orphanage. Miss Know-It-All and Raccoon Man are in charge of the area near Green High School. Night Walker and Angel are already on the move in the Eastern District. Spiderman and I will guard the Dark Alley.
Looking at the mysterious man nimbly climbing up the roof and disappearing into the night, Raccoon Man could not help but complain, "Why is his equipment cooler than ours? And the name is even cooler? "
White Weasel Man carried Panda Boy away and complained, "That's because you designed all our clothes."
Miss Know-It-All checked the darts in her hand and said with a blank expression, "You named them yourself. Let's go!"
While his companions went to the north and south of Green Town, Mystery Hero used his flying claws to shuttle between the tall buildings in the Western District according to the prompts in his headset. After arriving at the planned building, he put away his flying claws and ejected two special materials from his wrists. He climbed up the side wall of the building and then squatted on the Gargoyle, waiting for the arrival of the target. His black cape fluttered in the evening wind, and the question mark on his headgear swayed with the wind.
The target did not make Mystery Hero wait for too long. The timing of his appearance was just before Mystery Hero felt bored and cold, and the angle of his appearance implied that he had been hiding in the dark and observing Mystery Hero for some time.
The person was wearing a tight red and black uniform with a pair of sticks tied to his back. Judging from his figure, he was a teenager of fourteen or fifteen years old.
Mystery Hero observed him for a few seconds and said with certainty, "You are Red Wing."
The person nodded slightly, paused for a moment, and asked, "You are Mystery Hero?" Although it was not obvious, there was a hint of surprise in his voice, as if he found out that Mystery Hero was younger than he expected.
"Why do you want to join us?" Mystery Hero raised his hand, and an opened letter fell into Red Wing's arms. It was the latter's letter of sincerity.
Red Wing had been prepared for this question. "Mystery Hero and his friends? I think you guys are cool! I mean, you guys help others, don't you? I think this is a very cool thing. "
"This is illegal." Mystery Hero jumped down from the Gargoyle and walked to the opposite side of Red Wing. Now the age gap between them was even more obvious.
Red Wing opened his mouth, then shrugged and smiled. "But we won't be caught."
Mystery Hero stared at him for a moment, then reached out a hand. "Welcome to Mystery Hero. And … "After shaking Red Wing's hand, Mystery Hero emphasized," Change your name. From now on, your code name will be … Red Robin. "
"This won't do!" Stark stormed into the laboratory, went straight to Hank, and slapped a document in front of him. "Hank, I told you, your design blueprint is meaningless — there is no core power unit! If it can't be started, what's the difference between it and a toilet that looks like a police booth? "
Hank complained in his heart, but he still explained, "You installed an engine for it, didn't you? It can fly now, just like those armors of yours … "
"Don't mention my armor!" Stark crossed his arms. "Listen, Hank! I don't know why I installed a meaningless phone booth with you — probably because I promised to do it when I was poisoned by doughnuts. But now that it's almost finished, you're telling me to leave the core power unit empty. This is disrespectful to me … "
“sir！” Jarvis, who came from another laboratory, saw the tense atmosphere as soon as he entered the room. He had a headache — ever since Hank refused Stark to change the police booth's coating to gold and red, the two had not been friendly. To be precise, it was Stark who was unfriendly.
"Sir, the results of the Mark 40 experiment are good. Do you want to take a look?" Jarvis was already familiar with how to distract Stark.
"Is the experiment already over?" Stark always cooperated with his assistant.
Before Stark left Hank's lab table, Charles came in with the town's famous business tycoon, Bruce Wayne. As they walked, he introduced, "This is one of the most important laboratories in our school. Many of the competition works were completed in this laboratory. That is our teacher Hank Mccoy. Ah, this is Teacher Stark and Assistant Jarvis. They are also the top researchers in our school …"
Wayne shook hands with Stark with great interest and said, "I'm very interested in Mr. Stark's research on alloys. According to the school newspaper of Green High School, Mr. Stark seems to have made some achievements in the field of robotics?"
Stark looked at Jarvis. "School newspaper?" His research on the Mark series was private and not reported to the school.
Jarvis nodded slightly. "It seems that the school newspaper took a picture of the test flight on the 6th, but that was a long time ago …" What he meant was that he didn't understand why Bruce Wayne would pay attention to the school newspaper for such a long time.
However, Stark didn't care. He just nodded casually and left with Jarvis. Hank, on the other hand, gave Wayne a few extra glances.
Wayne's attention shifted to the Tardis that was about to be completed. He circled the Tardis twice, and after clicking his tongue in wonder, he asked in confusion, "Principal Xavier, may I ask … Is there anything special about this machine?"
"The work in the laboratory is the responsibility of the teachers." Charles was only in charge of funding, so he didn't know what Hank was researching.
"This is an innovative aircraft designed by our students. It's not finished yet …"
Hank couldn't stop Wayne from opening the door of the police station, so he could see the internal structure at a glance. Naturally, the imitation Tadis didn't have the effect of "bigger on the inside than the outside", so other than the seat that could accommodate one person, it was full of complicated parts.
"Hmm … It's quite an interesting design." Wayne rubbed his chin and carefully observed it. He was surprised. "The core power unit hasn't been decided yet?"
This wasn't the kind of insight a rich businessman should have. Hank could only laugh and say that the power unit hadn't been decided yet. He then led Wayne to his adopted son, Tim Drake, and told him how talented Tim was. It wasn't until Charles signaled that they wanted to continue the tour that the two of them were sent out of the laboratory.
Wayne was more concerned about his adopted son and daughter. Although his eldest and second son were now away from home, and his third son didn't seem to get along very well with his biological son … Wayne still recognized the abilities of his children. So, he walked side by side with Charles and whispered, "… Tim's skills and wisdom are not much inferior to his two brothers, but …"
Charles also smiled and lowered his voice. "How does he compare to Mystery Hero?"
"According to Tim, Mystery Hero is younger than him. It may be difficult to say in a one-on-one fight, but Mystery Hero has shown considerable experience in actual combat." Wayne paused for a moment and continued, "In time, Mystery Hero will become an extremely dangerous person."
"For this town?"
"… For this town."
The two had walked to the door of the principal's office. Charles pushed the door open and chuckled softly. "But, in a world of superpowers, he is just an ordinary character, and Mystery Hero and his friends are just an ordinary team."
Wayne frowned. "You believe the fantasy story of that student? Superpowers and superheroes? "
"And magic." Charles whispered and pushed the sorted newspaper clippings to the center of the desk. At the top was the latest school newspaper. The editor-in-chief was Jean Grey, and the writer was Harry Potter. The first sentence of the article was:
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