Chapter 268: Battle for the Cloak (Ten)

These days, those who come out to be villains are described in one word - miserable. The villains in "Batman" are even more miserable.

First of all, disfigurement is a normal phenomenon, and there are quite a few people who are born with deformities, not to mention those who fell into chemical baths.

Secondly, childhood shadows are a must, including being ridiculed by peers, being autistic, being discriminated against, being thrown into prison at the age of seven, etc... you can have them all. A guy like Batman, who lost his parents in a street robbery and grew up to take revenge on society, definitely has a heart of glass. No wonder Bane wants to beat him up.

Also, career and love will always come to an end. True love will most likely die unexpectedly, and if you are in a vegetative state, you should worship Buddha and burn incense. You will never succeed in a serious career. Prosecutors, restaurant owners, business elites... If you don't rebel against society, you won't be able to survive this life.

Compared with this group of people, if an elder in the family dies or a relative or friend gets sick or something, is that really a big deal? For this little thing, the most you can do is go to American Idol and be among the top 40. After all, whose family can live without illness or disaster for decades without anyone dying? That's a monster!

The most incomprehensible thing is that most of these villains whose lives are like coffee tables also have high cultural or academic qualities. The title of professor is a piece of cake. There are so many "xx scientists" who are capable of winning Nobel Prizes. If you are a laboratory assistant or something, you will be embarrassed to say hello to the inmates in a lunatic asylum.

Mr. Freeze is a major villain born in line with many of the above characteristics.

His original name was Victor Fries, a cryogenic scientist. His beloved wife suffers from a severe degenerative disease that cannot be cured with the medical technology of this era. Therefore, he froze his wife into a suspended state while working on a way to treat her.

Later, the company funding his research pulled the plug on his lab, causing an accident that turned him into a cold-blooded physique. Body temperature must remain at zero at all times. So he put on special protective armor, began to do some extreme behaviors, and became a super criminal.

On this day, this man was debugging some equipment that only he could understand in a factory called Northern Pure Land. Unexpectedly, two uninvited guests came outside the factory.

Mr. Freeze has not been a villain for a day or two. He has already installed some monitors in hidden places around the factory, if any police discover his whereabouts. If he is ready to come in and round up, he can make preparations in advance.

But this time, he saw a scene that was very confusing to him. First, a guy dressed somewhat similar to the joker appeared inexplicably and started to visit the spot as soon as he arrived. Then another passerby came. The two exchanged a few words, and the passerby stabbed himself, and then. It's a superhero-level fight. The passerby controls the blood monster to fight, while the fake joker relies on his superb skills and glowing cards.

By the time he saw this, Mr. Freeze had already taken out the most powerful freezing pulse gun. Because he felt that if the fight continued like this, it might harm him...

"Help! Professor Frese!" Feng Bujue shouted for help while looking for Mr. Freeze in the factory.

It's actually not hard to find. The largest factory building on the first floor is empty, and the conditions on the upper floors can be confirmed at a glance. Only the corridor door on the top floor is locked.

Feng Bujue also considered escaping elsewhere. But then he thought about it, although escaping back to the city might allow King Zhaoying to temporarily stop the pursuit, it would be tantamount to giving up the resource of Mr. Freeze. Judging from the current situation, the guy ranked 19th is so powerful. If he doesn't get help from someone or something in the script, he will definitely lose.

Another point... Feng Bujue has always been concerned about how King Zhaoying found him. In such a big Gotham City, the other party could lock his coordinates and keep track of him from a long distance. It must have relied on some kind of skill or equipment, or... a summoned object. If we ignore this matter and flee back to the city, the situation will just return to a situation where the enemy is in darkness and we are in the clear.

Under some unknown surveillance, Feng Bujue was unable to implement any strategy at all. No matter what he wanted to do, it was very likely that others would easily destroy it or plunder the results.

Therefore, Feng Bujue had made up his mind to defeat King Zhaoying here.

So, he used the backup plan of the third strategy...

"Professor Freese!" Feng Bujue used a pipe wrench to break the lock on the door and rushed into Mr. Freeze's laboratory, "Help!"

Boom boom boom——

As he spoke, the sound of the monster moving was heard from behind him. At this time, the Blood Stone Demon had already chased him to the third floor of the factory and was approaching. The speed of this stone demon in pursuit was actually not slow, but due to its large size, it was delayed when passing through doors and going up stairs, which allowed Feng Bujue to put some distance away.

"Don't move, kid." Mr. Freeze pointed his gun at Feng Bujue and said, "Who are you?"

"Drink-" Feng Bujue took a deep breath, and then said at high speed like firing a machine gun: "I am a traveler from the future, Crazy Bujue. I have a medicine that can cure your wife. This medicine can also cure your wife." I can cure you. But at this moment, there is a monster nearly twenty feet tall and weighing about one ton coming from behind me. The man who controls the monster suffers from severe delusion. He believes that he is a being higher than this universe dimension. You treat human life as nothing and want to kill me at all costs. Once I die, no one can get the medicine, so please save me!”

Roar--

The Blood Stone Demon appeared behind Feng Bujue at this moment and let out a roar, followed closely by King Zhaoying.

Mr. Freeze has only one psychological weakness in his life, and that is his wife. Although he did not completely believe what Feng Bujue said, facing a strange monster that rushed into his laboratory, Mr. Freeze was obviously more willing to believe it. And help a human trying to come to terms with himself.

"Get down." Mr. Freeze said "coldly".

The maximum power of the freezing pulse gun was no joke, but when a rough white light suddenly appeared, the already low temperature around him dropped sharply again.

King Zhaoying was obviously unprepared for this situation, but the only thing he could do was to hide behind the Blood Stone Demon. Unfortunately, this was of no avail.

This kind of freezing pulse gun can freeze a large swimming pool in ten seconds. The combined size of Shadow King and Blood Stone Demon is less than half a room. They were sealed within seconds after being hit head-on by the freezing pulse. It was trapped inside the thick ice, like a fly in amber, unable to move.

"Huh..." Feng Bujue, who was lying on the floor, raised his head and looked back. Rather than being happy, he felt more happy: Fortunately, I met them before I came in to attack Mr. Freeze. Now look Come on, I kind of underestimated the strength of the villain in this script...

"Boy." With the sound of the pulse gun being recharged, Mr. Freeze turned the muzzle of the gun, pointed it at Feng Bujue, and sneered: "I heard that you have medicine that can cure my wife?"

"Yes, and I'm happy to hand it over to you." Feng Bujue said with a smile on his face, "shooting me and turning me into a popsicle... will only complicate things."

"Hmph..." Mr. Freeze put down his gun, "If you really have that medicine, prove it to me."

"No problem." Feng Bujue stood up quickly and straightened his clothes. To be on the safe side, before he reached for something in his bag, he said hello: "I'm going to take something out of a dimensional pocket now. I don't want to take out a gun and shoot you, so..."

"Bullets can't penetrate my armor." Mr. Freeze interrupted: "Whatever you want to do, do it quickly."

"Okay... okay." Feng Bujue nodded and put his hand into his bag. In Mr. Freeze's sight, the guy in front of him just put his hand into the inner pocket of his jacket.

What Feng Bujue wanted to take was naturally SCP-500, but he would never be stupid enough to take out the whole bottle. He secretly unscrewed the cap in his arms, took out a piece, held it in his fist, and then placed it in Mr. Freeze stretched out his palm in front of him and said, "This is it."

"To me, it's no different than aspirin," Mr. Freeze replied.

"I understand... I understand..." Feng Bujue said, "But... if you want to see the effect, you have to find an experimental subject first."

"You are very suitable." Mr. Freeze looked at Feng Bujue and said.

"I guess that's the case..." Feng Bujue murmured in a low voice. He stretched out a hand, "Okay, professor, use ice to cause some permanent damage to my hand."

Mr. Freeze glanced at him, seemingly surprised: "Oh? Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course." When Feng Bujue replied, he glanced back at King Zhaoying and the Blood Stone Demon at the door. "By the way, how long does it usually take for a person frozen by a pulse gun to die?"

"Much faster than you think." Mr. Freeze said, taking out a frozen pulse pistol from his waist. The power of this one was obviously relatively low, and it was far from the big barrel-like thing in his hand. "This is not the same as getting into your own refrigerator. This is cell death caused by severe freezing outside the cells. Of course... examples like them that are sealed in huge ice blocks usually die of suffocation."

"That is to say... it will take three to five minutes... ah!" Feng Bujue's hand was hit by a pulse and covered with a layer of frost.

"This injury of yours is different from theirs. I used a special frequency." Mr. Freeze's tone was still the same. "Your cytoplasm will quickly be severely and irreversibly damaged. In one minute, even if this is If your forearm is removed, you won't feel anything."

"Then wait for a minute." Feng Bujue replied calmly, as if he was not the one who was shot.

"Heh... you remind me of another madman." Mr. Freeze laughed.

"Ah... I know him." Feng Bujue put on a sinister smile and said in a sick tone: "People who dress up as bats are crazy~" (To be continued...)