The aliens who were picked up by Superman at the beginning

Chapter 262 Hidden Talent

If Wilson's acting skills are so refined that they rival those of Hollywood A-listers, then the woman sent by the other side is more like a pretty face or internet celebrity from some third-rate workshop.

Tears streamed down her face, but her eyes showed no trace of sadness, and even the way she spoke sounded forced and awkward.

If these two were to actually compete against each other in a movie, the final product would undoubtedly be a terrible film that everyone would curse.

Behind the woman, the man in black robes had already raised a hand towards Wilson.

Even he himself knew how badly this subordinate, who also belonged to the dark host, was performing.

It has little to do with whether he carefully manipulated it or not. All Gothamites whose dark side was awakened by the Amozzo virus will, without exception, become selfish and cold-blooded antisocial lunatics.

Repression and madness are the curse of Gotham, both in its social and cultural environment.

Even a trash can on a street corner, a brick on the floor, or even a piece of rust in a water pipe carries an indescribable spiritual filth.

You can't expect an antisocial lunatic to genuinely care about someone.

Therefore, the woman could not feel much pity or regret for John, the truck driver who died under the gun of the red-hooded man.

Wilson couldn't see the black-robed man's palm getting closer and closer; the man had used some method to conceal his figure under the curvature of normal light.

However, this did not prevent Li Zhen from observing the man in black robes through Rachel's magical means.

As the hand revealed by the wide black robe sleeves drew closer to the screen, Li Zhen frowned and briefly described the current situation to the anxious Jason.

Jason immediately covered his face with the bone mask again, and impatiently walked to the sofa. He kicked the muddy pistol away, lifted the sofa cover, and tore off the plastic tarpaulin, revealing a huge box full of arsenal.

The entire apartment was immediately filled with the smell of gun oil mixed with petroleum and kerosene.

"Don't rush to conclusions. That guy might not be Wyman himself; he might just be a small fry in a dark side club."

"I won't let any bastard get away with this!"

Red Hood responded sharply, bending down to load the menacing heavy weapons onto the buckles of his suit.

Li Zhen understood Jason's unspoken message: he wouldn't let any bastard go, but he also wouldn't watch innocent people die tragically. Sending Wilson as bait was a decision they made together, but Jason clearly couldn't accept Wilson dying as bait in the enemy's stronghold.

Li Zhen reached out and pressed down on the impatient Jason.

"You don't have reliable stealth abilities. If they discover you've gotten close, Wilson will be in real danger."

risk."

"You're talking nonsense! Do you know how many superpowers I have?"

"Oh? So, when you were Patient Zero, how did you capture that infected person who had awakened the ability to hide and replicate his abilities?"

Jason stared wide-eyed, but he was clearly convinced.

Li Zhen released her grip and walked towards Jason's apartment door, her entire body floating quietly into the air.

"Wait for my signal."

With a light snap of her fingers, Rachel's arms emerged from under Li Zhen's ribs, cast a spell, and then retracted. Li Zhen then silently slipped into the shadows.

At the same time, Wilson also received a telepathic warning.

This bald, fat man with legendary acting skills once again demonstrated his exceptional on-the-spot responsiveness.

He jumped up and hugged the woman, whose voice was choked with sobs and tears were streaming down her face, but whose wide-open eyes showed no sadness whatsoever.

Li Zhen, who was quietly approaching from the Shadow Dimension, froze for a moment.

The black-robed man's hand froze in mid-air.

Even the woman who thought she had been exposed was dumbfounded.

"You, you—I—"

"I understand why you feel this way; it's not out of coldness."

Then, to the astonishment of the three, Wilson recounted with great emotion a childhood story that even Jason, who had done some background research on him, was unsure of.

In summary, Wilson also experienced the death of a loved one during his childhood.

From the moment I thought I was a cold-blooded freak, until one day I finally came to my senses and was alone in a quiet environment, I suddenly felt a huge emptiness in my heart—the end.

Li Zhen listened intermittently in the Shadow Dimension, feeling as if someone had stuffed her brain with excerpts from Yilin magazine from her past life.

Finally, Wilson, embracing the beautiful girl, gently told her that this was just the brain's self-protective mechanism under intense pain.

"You are not indifferent to John's departure, but your emotions are so intense that you cannot express them smoothly."

The girl, whose true identity was a nurse at a private clinic in Gotham who also worked as a night prostitute, was stunned. The tears she had forced out on her face had long since dried.

"Is that so?"

The man in the black robe stiffly pulled his arm back, his expression under the hood as he looked at Wilson was full of strangeness.

Just as Li Zhen had guessed, he was merely a member of the Dark Side Club, not Viman Wandba.

The Dark Side Club is primarily composed of a group of mad scientists and wealthy, idle, and reclusive individuals from the main universe before the Crisis on Infinite Earths storyline in the original DC comics.

And this man in black robes was one of those mad scientists.

Strictly speaking, he has experienced many exciting adventures in his life that ordinary people cannot, such as being an enemy of the Justice League of the previous world, escaping the reboot of the Infinite Earth Crisis under the protection of Wyman, and now coming to this new and strange universe as one of the non-existent New 52 survivors.

However, the man in the black robe still lacked emotional intelligence.

Like many stereotypes suggest, he had no significant social life, never read romance novels, and never watched romantic movies.

Therefore, Wilson's excellent improvisation not only won over the woman, who was not very cultured or knowledgeable, but also won him over.

For a moment, the man in black robes was even smug, because he believed that only vulgar and ordinary people would possess such rich but cumbersome emotions.

If he were in Wilson's position, he would have immediately noticed that something was wrong with this woman.

"Another lowly creature whose brain is controlled by hormones. I really don't know why Commander Weman insisted on using this bald fat man's body."

Behind the black-robed man who turned and left, the woman, completely bewildered by his flattery, offered Wilson a kiss with a silly look on her face, only to be pushed away by Wilson with an oblivious, unromantic expression.

The woman wasn't angry; instead, she told Wilson tenderly that her real name was Helter.

Helter, who had worked part-time as a streetwalker, wasn't good at acting sad, but she was adept at making men pull out their money with a seductive look.

Of course, Wilson, who had already been repeatedly told by Li Zhen, would not fall for this honey trap again. Instead, he began to inquire about information as if it were nothing.

"That red-masked pervert terrified a lot of people, and everyone spontaneously gathered together on underground forums to discuss ways to avoid the danger."

Helt found a cane and said he would push Wilson to meet the group of superpowered refugees who were huddled together for warmth in this makeshift shelter.

Wilson readily agreed. With the other man's help, he laboriously leaned on his cane and continued until they left the basement, without giving the black-robed man, whom he had been telepathically told he was in the right direction, even once.

Only after the basement door closed again did the man in the black robe finally raise his arm.

A small metal piece, almost identical to the Glory Badge that Li Zhen had found, but only half the size, was embedded in the skin of the black-robed man's wrist.

As blood was continuously drawn out, two points of red light appeared in the eye sockets of the grotesque skull, resembling two red gems shimmering with a subtle luster at first glance.

"Commander, everything is normal."

The red light deep within the eye sockets of the grotesque skull began to tremble rhythmically.

An unexpected, powerful voice rang out from within.

"Very good. With a little more patience, you will all be able to gain that person's appreciation and generous rewards, just like me."

The man in black robes trembled with ecstasy.

"Yes, yes, sir, we have been waiting for this day!"

Behind the man in black robes, a shadowy mass rippled at a frequency imperceptible to the naked eye.

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