Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 194 Breaking into the Batcave

"So, guys who have mastered quasi-mind control abilities are really very dangerous."

The white man was sitting in the director's office of Arkham Asylum with his sword in his hand, his legs resting on the back of the obese director who was knocked unconscious by his knife, and he yawned.

In front of him, several guards lined up, holding large-caliber shotguns in their hands, standing upright as if they were accepting a military parade from a general.

Picking up the magazine on the desk, Bai flipped through a few pages and threw it to the ground, complaining quite a bit.

"Is life so hard to be the dean here? Apart from pornographic magazines and some boring ornaments, there are no rare fruits, and there is no personal chef who can fry a steak at any time for a late-night snack."

Bai turned to look at the empty window sill and spread his hands.

"You can't even see a potted plant. Didn't you say before that the dean here likes to take care of some small plants?"

Since Terry had hypnotized several guards to turn off the signal shielding, a dark and somewhat distorted sound finally came out of the headset.

"That is an illegal operation. It should have been rectified since the last time the bat came. After all, Poison Ivy is still imprisoned here. If any unlucky guy accidentally brings some plant seeds with him and passes near Poison Ivy's prison, then Poison Ivy has probably escaped from prison a long time ago.”

Bai then gave orders to several other guards. After everyone left, he leaned back comfortably on the sofa, his legs still resting on the spacious back of the unconscious fat dean.

"In ten minutes, just go to the door of Poison Ivy's prison, kneel down and yell, don't kill me."

The guard nodded numbly and walked out of the dean's office.

Putting two seeds into the guard's hand, Bai turned to look at the time on the wall, and Bai tapped the headset whose sound was a little choppy.

"Why does it feel so vague? Forget it, we can verify it directly later."

After thinking about it, Bai took off the mask on his face and pointed it at his eyes.

Bai paused for a few seconds, then let out two strange laughs.

Batman looked at the masked man who was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed and taking a nap. There seemed to be some uncertainty in the low and hoarse voice.

He opened the dryad shop that he had not seen since he appeared, exchanged it for two pumpkin seeds, and waved a hypnotized guard forward.

"I was just thinking about how to make a big enough noise without being dangerous, but this time it reminded me."

"I'll meet you in about five minutes."

Bai pushed the guard's fingers, making him hold the pumpkin seeds tightly, and then gave the order.

Then Bai put the mask on his face, closed his eyes and began to wait quietly.

Time passed bit by bit, until three and a half minutes later, a tall black figure quietly appeared in the quiet office.

"Okay, I understand, just go about your business."

"When will Batman arrive?"

Bai's shoulders shook, because he was really sleeping lightly just now and didn't realize when Batman came in.

The mask that was simply held up by the bridge of his nose swayed and fell off Bai's face.

Then Bai put down his mask and shook his head in confusion.

"My combat learning ability is comparable to that of a Taskmaster."

"Roger Hayden?"

Batman throws away a batarang.

Since the face revealed was indeed that of Roger Hayden, Batman would not give the master hypnotist who had highlighted it in his mind any chance to speak.

The tentative inquiry just now was just because he felt that Roger himself seemed unable to do this kind of behavior of sleeping directly on the sofa.

Bai twisted and rolled to avoid the batarang, then stood up and faced Batman in a bare-handed stance, grinning with big white teeth.

"You're more than a minute ahead of schedule, so you only have five minutes to knock me down completely, otherwise I won't say anything until then."

Batman didn't show any signs of ink and rushed forward with long strides.

"What is your purpose! Where is your collaborator now!" It has always been Batman's style to torture the opponent for the information he needs while beating him.

Bai didn't hesitate, and started trying to block Batman's attack with both fists.

Black's instruction to him was to hold Batman back for at least five minutes. Although Black's implicit intention was to let White use his offensive sword skills, after White gained Roger Hayden's hypnotic ability, he had Got some other ideas.

Black didn't have any objection to this. Anyway, White's current strength was quite excessive. No matter what method he used, as long as he could hold it off.

In order to quickly hone his hand-to-hand combat, Bai also temporarily removed the Nebula Dew Drops and Fire Protection Suit, and fought purely with normal physical fitness.

Two seconds later, Bai's back hit the wall of the dean's office.

Batman grabbed Bai's collar and punched Roger Hayden's fair little face.

"What is your purpose!"

Bai was stunned by the hammer, spat out a mouthful of blood, and watched stupidly as the sandbag-sized fist was quickly raised again.

"Did hypnosis fail?"

"what?"

Batman frowned, he didn't understand what 'Roger' was talking about.

But it doesn't matter, as long as he punches a few more times, the Riddler can learn to express things in a straightforward way.

Seeing the big black fist falling again, Bai had no choice but to put on the Nebula Dewdrop first, and then burst out with huge strength, directly knocking Batman away.

Standing up for the second time, Bai was about to take out his sword, but suddenly found that Batman's posture of turning over and standing up from the ground turned into a slow motion that could be analyzed frame by frame in his eyes.

"Oh! It turns out that my nerve reaction speed just failed to keep up."

Bai licked the blood from the corner of his mouth and opened his stance again excitedly.

Now, he wanted to try if he could rely on the ability of the Imitation Master obtained through hypnosis to directly copy Batman's fighting skills in just a few minutes.

If he can succeed, then he will be one step closer to his wish to be a hexagonal warrior.

On the other side, Hei easily broke through a lot of traps and traps, and through the winding underground passage, he found one of the hidden entrances of the Batcave.

Jason, who had been following Hei, had begun to gasp excitedly. The little guy was now in a very excited and eager state.

This is the Batcave!

Jason thought excitedly.

With such a resume, even if the big boss in front of him is not willing to take him in the future, with this 'great achievement', he can easily enter the Three Hands Guild's industry!

As Heila opened the last secret door at the entrance, a gentle and elegant old butler wearing a black tuxedo was looking at them indifferently while holding a tray.

The old housekeeper sighed.

"I didn't expect to see you here, little Terry."

"Oh, please don't call a thief who breaks into a house that way. You will make me embarrassed to do it."

Hei greeted the old butler easily, while behind him Jason, who looked puzzled, was peeping his head to observe the unfolding scene that he couldn't understand.

Alfred smiled, his gray mustache twitching.

"Then can you please go back the way you came? Maybe I can persuade the master not to pursue your behavior afterwards?"

"Unfortunately, it's not my style to retreat without taking anything."

Black shook his head and rejected Alfred's plea.

Jason forced a ferocious expression.

"He's just a bad old man. Let me go up and knock him out, then we can grab those valuable things and run away!"

Snapped!

Hei slapped the head of this young man who had no respect for his elders, and Jason was stunned.

"I think you'd better be more respectful in your wording, otherwise you might not have any milk to drink before going to bed at night."

(End of this chapter)