Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 190 Hypnotic ventriloquist

"What! Breaking into Arkham?!"

Exactly the same as Roger's reaction, Bai's thoughts on Black were equally shocking.

But then Black transmitted his true purpose to White through physical contact.

Bai has absolute trust in Hei, so it doesn't hurt to tell Bai.

"Oh, it's to track down the Brain of Cthulhu. There are many twists and turns in front of your true purpose. The underlying logic is equivalent to saving the world..."

Hei looked awkward: "There's no need to make my thoughts so lofty. Essentially, I'm still doing it for myself."

Then he became worried again.

Because prison robbery is a crime.

He wasn't sure whether Bai could figure out the so-called logic of doing bad things first in order to do good things.

Bai nodded. He had no objection to Hei's arrangement. What's more, the large set-within-a-set plan just passed by Hei also included the use of the unique radiation emitted by Ke Nao to develop corresponding search engines that exist in his world. of Seton's instruments.

Bai Dou is full of ambition.

Unexpectedly, Bai waved his hand indifferently.

Helping the gangster also helps himself.

Hei was a little stunned.

Even Black was a little surprised by the speed at which Bai's thoughts became clear.

"At Black Mask, I got a list of three people. Among them, Roger's group hypnosis can help me with distraction and low-end firepower - of course, now that you are here, I won't worry about this."

Because Nick became aware of the existence of Hydra, even the Victory Commandos were given a long boring vacation. The internal problems of SHIELD prevented the organization from concentrating on helping him find Shiten, who was constantly hiding. So, Black's help is indispensable.

"No, although after you came, I am no longer worried about the force value of a head-on conflict, but it is always good to be more comprehensively prepared."

Resolutely!

According to Black's instructions, Bai put on a Medusa mask and disguised himself as Roger Hayden, and then the two of them walked straight towards the house that even thieves didn't bother to visit.

Wait, what does Bai mean by emphasizing that they are neither relatives nor friends?

Before Hei could turn the corner, Bai directly moved Hei's palm away, breaking the link between his thoughts.

He knew that Bai had undergone some changes, but even he didn't expect Bai's changes to be so drastic.

"When are you going to break into Arkham? Do you want to leave now?"

"And that person can restrain Batman at critical moments."

But it has to be said that Black feels that Bai is more appealing to him now than before.

Hei pointed at the destination he was about to reach with Roger. It was a small, remote house with a faint light on inside.

"I know very well who I am. Since the right to choose has been handed over to me, all the subsequent accusations are just because those who cannot make the choice are too weak, and I am stronger than them, so afterwards Accusations are nothing more than the incompetent rage of weak people who can’t give perfect answers, so they can only vent their boring grievances against people who are closer to perfection.”

"I don't have such a strict concept. The train problem does not exist here. If we are not relatives or friends, I will directly choose to sacrifice the minority to save the majority. It is better to be accused by one person than by a bunch of people. A lot."

It has to be said that after some people put on the mask, it is actually more like taking off the mask.

Hei looked at the somewhat old house and his tone became calm again.

After confirming that there was an escaped prisoner from Arkham hiding in the room, Bai stepped forward and roughly kicked open the already creaking door, and rushed up the stairs.

Although Black shares White's swordsmanship, in terms of hard power in head-on combat, putting aside all precalculations and conspiracies, White is now superior to Black.

The creaking floor, although old, had been cleaned very carefully and was not dusty as expected.

After quickly locking the room where the light came from before, Bai stepped forward and twisted the door handle.

It was locked.

"Tsk."

Bai increased the strength of his hand, and with a heart-breaking sound, he just twisted the door lock and pushed it open.

As soon as the door opened, there was a huge gunshot.

An old man with a short stature curled up and hid in the corner of the room, holding a shotgun tremblingly in his hand. His face drooped due to the liquefaction of fat was full of fear and apology.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I didn't want to shoot, but I was afraid you would hurt me!"

The fat, short old man cried so hard that his whole body was still shaking.

Bai lowered his head and looked at the chest that had just been hit by a shotgun. He patted away the contaminated gunpowder smoke and grinned at the old man in amusement.

"No need to apologize. If I had known you were so polite, I wouldn't have barged in so rudely. I'm sorry, did I scare you?" Black's footsteps sounded slowly behind Bai.

Bai turned around and looked at Black with a puzzled expression.

"Could this be a vicious criminal who escaped from Arkham? He even apologized for shooting me for breaking into a house."

Black walked to Bai's side and looked at the trembling old man in the room quietly.

"Arnold Wesker, nicknamed the Ventriloquist, awakened a rather weird mental ability after picking up a wooden doll in Blackgate Prison. He was able to infinitely split his consciousness and personality and regarded it as accompanying him. doll.

The most famous one is Scarface, the first doll he picked up. Under the influence of the doll's personality, the ventriloquist's way of thinking and criminal consciousness will be unparalleledly improved, and he can even compete with the rising star of Gotham City, the Joker. .

And Batman has a habit, that is, whenever he solves Scarface's personality, he will never wave his fist at this harmless old man again. "

Bai Sou turned his head and glanced at the fat white-haired old man who was still cowering in the corner of the room in fear, with his head buried between his knees, and his expression became a little abstract.

He is not as familiar with DC as Black, and it is hard to believe that this old guy can be compared with the extremely popular Joker.

"So, this Arnold can..."

Bai asked tentatively.

Black's attitude towards Bai was completely different from the indifference he had towards Roger before, but he continued to explain very patiently.

"Originally, I thought only Roger the Psycho Pirate could do this, but since you said you can use all Roger's skills, can you create a 'fake Scarface' personality for him?"

"Um, can you be more detailed?"

Bai scratched his head a little.

"It's just to create a 'Scarface' for him that can dissipate at any time and turn him back to this harmless appearance."

Bai pulled out a new mask, examined it, and nodded.

"It shouldn't be a big problem."

"Very good! Then give him another 'True Scarface' that will revive regularly."

"...This is a bit difficult."

Bai raised his mask to cover his face, walked to Arnold, who was drowning in fear, squatted down, and cleared his throat.

A rather magnetic and confusing voice came from Bai's mouth.

"Look at me, Arnold."

The old man raised his head sluggishly, and then he looked at the Medusa mask on Bai's face.

Then Arnold's pupils dilated rapidly, and he was effortlessly hypnotized.

"Arnold, where is Mr. Scarface?"

"Destroyed by Batman."

"No, Batman lied to you. Your Mr. Scarface has always been by your side."

"...Are, by my side?"

In the dim room, old light bulbs flickered, and the cold wind blowing in from the door made Arnold's shadow on the wall begin to shake.

When the swing of the chandelier reaches a certain peak, at a certain moment, Arnold's shadow suddenly splits into two.

The originally cowardly old man's expression turned dark and vicious in the next blink of an eye.

Terry stood up and pulled out Wangyue, chopped off a bed board, and then quickly slashed a few times. A simple wooden doll fell into Arnold's raised palm.

"Long time no see, dear Arnold, I'm back!"

The old man did not speak in person, but his fat belly trembled with the hoarse and evil words.

"Oh! My God, Mr. Scarface! So you're not dead! How wonderful that is!"

The old man began to cry bitterly again, and even got up and kowtowed to Terry.

"Thank you, good Samaritan, for bringing Mr. Scarface back to me."

Although he was lying on his stomach, Arnold's arm holding the puppet was strangely raised high, and he laughed sharply at Terry.

"It seems that you two are not easy-going people. You must have called me out because you have something important to do, right?"

(End of this chapter)