indianbanksassociation Chapter 135 Second Generation Robin Red Hood: I've Actually Become an Evil
Chapter 135 Second Generation Robin Red Hood: I've Actually Become an Evil
Chapter 135 Second Robin Red Hood: I've Actually Become the Second-in-Command of the Evil League?
(A long chapter of 5600 words! I finally managed to update two chapters! I rarely make promises, but when I do, I usually keep them. I'm proud of myself.)
Inside a bank in New York City.
"Hello, valued customer."
The female clerk at the counter looked at the hooded woman in front of her with a smile. The woman's attire was a bit strange, but the customer is always king.
"Are you here to open a new account today? If you open a new account now, you can take this lovely brand new toaster home."
The female clerk carefully observed the man's face under his hood. His skin was unusually pale; what was going on?
The female clerk suddenly realized something; she had seen the news.
But by then it was too late to run away.
She heard the other person say:
"Well... I don't know how the toaster is, girl..."
Strands of electricity crackled around the woman's outstretched hand as she pulled down her hood.
"But if you don't hand over all the money, you might be the one who gets roasted."
Click.
"Take it easy, little electric girl."
But at that moment, a gun was pointed at the woman's head.
"My name is Live Electric Wire, if you'd like to know."
"You can call yourself whatever you want. This kind of talk might work in your crappy hometown, like Gotham or Metropolis or some other crappy place."
The live wire slowly raised its palm, with roaring, surging current flashing beneath its skin.
"But this is New York, and we're prepared for people like you. Every security guard is equipped with a special gun developed by TechStar Labs—ouch!"
"Oh, is that so?"
But before the guard could finish speaking, he felt his entire body being lifted high into the air—and then thrown out heavily!
Boom!
A man also wearing a hood appeared behind him.
"I'm a bombshell," the giant said. "It's nice to meet you, my friend with the broken spine."
He said to the guard who was sprawled on the ground, spitting blood, "A friend who helped me escape from prison taught me this backstab move. How does it feel? Comfortable?"
"You guys from Gotham are really weird." Live Electric Wire wrinkled his pale little nose, tucked his blue hair behind his ear, and said, "Just kidding, big guy, I was totally in control just now."
The big guy, Bombshell, said:
"The sentence you can't think of is probably 'thank you'."
A few minutes later, they walked out of the bank.
"How was the harvest?" the bombshell asked.
"$28,000," LiveWire said. "Not bad for a small bank's cash reserves."
With a snort, he walked up to a taxi and ripped the door off: "Get out!"
The driver was so frightened that he was shaking violently in the driver's seat.
The live wire said, "If it were me, I would obediently listen."
"I'm listening, I'm listening!"
The pale-skinned woman gave the driver a shock, and the driver with a small belly finally regained his ability to walk. He quickly climbed down from the driver's seat and crawled away.
He relieved himself while fleeing, not because he was afraid, but because he lost control of his bladder due to the electric shock.
The bombshell got into the driver's seat.
"Hiss... I've been in jail for too long. The clutch is on the left, right?"
Upon hearing what he said, the live wire immediately tried to get off the car.
"Just kidding, just kidding. Anyway, we robbed 28,000 in one go this time, not bad. I have to say, including what we robbed from the previous four banks, this is my most successful partnership ever. What do you call this again?"
"The Male and Female Thieves"
The bombshell statement read, "I still think mine is better."
"Don't even think about it," Live Electric Wire said. "'Crackling Muscle' sounds like some rotten breakfast cereal."
"Ha, well, whatever you call him, partner. It was a pleasure working together. I think we should celebrate; I happen to know a good place."
Late at night.
Heavy bombs and live electrical wires trudged through the garbage heaps. This is Hell's Kitchen, New York City, the most chaotic and filthy neighborhood in all of New York.
The bombshell left the stolen taxi in an alley and continued walking along the narrow alley with the live wire.
It was too dark ahead. A live power line extended like a finger, its crackling sparks illuminating the path ahead.
She found a comic book on the ground, stained with a lot of blood, with the following words written on the cover:
The Amazing Spider-Man
Its owner may face more misfortune than good fortune.
The live wire suddenly went off and burned the comic book to ashes.
Those who idolize superheroes never have a good ending.
"Damn comic books."
she says.
Then she complained about the bombshell:
"Where are you taking me? I mean, are you planning to do something stupid? A bombshell? Otherwise, our little duo will have to be renamed 'Well-done Roast Meat'."
"Come on, you're dreaming. You should know the old saying, 'Hook up with a muscular guy, and you'll be laughing in your sleep.'"
The live wire made a vomiting motion: "That's horrible and disgusting."
The bombshell said, "It's pretty disgusting, and...we've arrived."
After passing through the narrow alley, a building with its doors and windows boarded up came into view.
This place is dilapidated and old, with graffiti all over the walls, and it smells like a garbage dump.
The live wire said:
"Here? Are you serious? I thought you were going to take me to a bar, not—"
With a loud bang, the door was smashed open, and a figure was thrown out.
"I warned you before, monocle!"
Another muscular man with reddened skin stepped forward: "Playing dumb here? Then get lost!"
Monocle stood up from the ground, tightened his clothes, and immediately aimed the monocle clipped to his face at the muscular man whose body was red.
But he ultimately did not choose to take action:
"Sigh, this place used to be kind of interesting."
As he spoke, he slowly backed away, eventually disappearing into the darkness of the alley.
The muscular, red-haired man turned his gaze to the two men with the live wire and the heavy bomb: "Alright... what do you two want now?"
The bombshell stepped forward: "Hey, you too, Almond Kernel. Did you take your medication today?"
"I ate, so I'm perfectly clear-headed right now. I'm talking normally. Sorry, this is a bombshell, but I'm really annoyed tonight."
"I called off three fights, got shot, stabbed, and frozen by a freeze ray—I thought freeze guns were only for Mr. Freeze, but that young man called Captain Cold, oh my god. I even got pissed on, and it wasn't even dark yet."
"I'm not going to say anything more. Do you know the password for tonight?"
"Batman is all about doing things with bats."
Almond Kernel waved: "Go in. Do me another favor and tell the people inside that we need a new door, again."
Live wires and heavy bombs went inside; the place was dilapidated and empty.
"What happened?"
The live wire asked, "Stop keeping me in suspense."
A bombshell was pressed against the wall, and then the floor opened, revealing a high-tech staircase.
"Wow," said the live wire.
"There's an elevator if you want, but I prefer taking the stairs," the bombshell said. "You know, it's about security."
They walked down the steps and soon found themselves in a bright and clear space.
Music, dancing crowds, dynamic lighting effects, drinks, food, and a bar.
The heavy bomber stretched out his hand and waved it in the air:
"Welcome to the Void Bar."
The live wire looked up and said, "My God, how come I've never heard of such a place before?"
The loud music kept playing.
"That's exactly how it should be. This place is very secluded; entry is by invitation only."
The bombshell statement continued, "We don't want that Boy Scout barging in and ruining everyone's good time, right?"
"I mean, where else can you see those Central City criminals sitting together with the thugs of Wedgestone?"
"I told you to add extra ice," Captain Cold said to the waiter.
"And a fish-man who looks exactly like a great white shark?"
The live wire pointed to a shark-man with a large white sand-like head and a female orc who looked like a leopard standing together in the center of the dance hall not far away: "Nanawi loves this energetic music!"
The bombshell turned to the bar and said, "Hey, Puzzle Man, two whiskeys, straight, please."
The live wire watched helplessly as the guy's arm on the bar fell off like a puzzle piece, the connector completely black.
The hand flew straight to the side and picked up a bottle of wine.
"I don't need it, thank you. I don't really get along with liquids."
"Then I'll have a couple more drinks." The muscular, bombshell man raised his glass.
The live electrical cord turned around and leaned against the bar counter.
"This place is really great, but it wouldn't work in the Metropolis. Superman is a problem," Live Electric Wire said. "The first time I went to the Metropolis from Las Vegas, I got beaten to a pulp by Superman."
"You mean it wouldn't work in Gotham, right? With Batman around." The bombshell took a sip of his drink. "When I was brainless, I got wrecked by Batman. Now that I'm smart, I still get wrecked by Batman. Sometimes I feel like I've wasted my brain."
The live wire pursed her lips and didn't say anything more. She felt that if they continued talking, they would disagree, so she wisely stopped arguing with her partner.
But another person interrupted their conversation:
"Do you really want to compare Superman and Batman?"
The live wire turned its head and saw a woman sitting at the bar next to them.
"And who are you?"
"My name is Shiva. I don't know if you've heard of me before. I fought a Kryptonian once."
The live wire overheard the bombshell whispering in her ear, "This is Ms. Shiva, the most skilled martial artist, at least among humans."
The living wire heard Ms. Shiva shout, "Do you know what it's like to fight a Kryptonian?"
"That guy is omnipotent: super strength, super speed, invulnerability, ice breath, heat vision..."
She downed a glass of wine: "She pulls out a kung fu move you'd never even know she knows. Last time I knocked her down and sat on her, but I couldn't even pierce her skin."
Ms. Shiva slammed her empty glass on the table: "I mean, please, Batman is just an ordinary person wearing a flying gibberish-themed bodysuit."
The heavy bomb and the live wire stared at each other in bewilderment.
"Ha, just an ordinary person? You superhero villains, God, I'll teach you a lesson."
"Who is this guy?" Live Electric Wire stared at the red hood that suddenly appeared.
"This guy's called Red Hood, Bane's henchman. He and Bane were the ones who got me out of Arkham a while ago and led us out of Gotham," Bombshell told LiveWire. "But he's a newbie, probably hasn't fought Batman much."
The live wire nodded, and then he heard Red Hood say, "Batman is the strongest, that's all there is to it."
"Go try fighting him. Unwavering, incredibly intelligent, not to mention his endless array of equipment and weapons. Yeah, Superman's amazing. You guys just need to get some Kryptonite, bang! End of story!"
"It's not like you're making it sound easy, like you can just walk into a convenience store and buy kryptonite next to the frozen food section."
The live wire couldn't help but complain:
"After those stones fell from the sky, we discovered that this thing could make Superman fall from the sky like a kite with a broken string."
The live wire played with its blue hair:
"But every time these things fall, they're quickly snapped up by the government, LexCorp, or Wayne Enterprises. The ones that fell before were simply melted down on the black market; I don't know who's willing to spend so much money to buy them one by one."
"She makes sense." The heavy bomb glanced sideways at Shiva, who had reached out and placed his hand on the back of the live wire, looking nonchalant and casual.
"If you don't get your hands off me, it's going to be an electric disaster," the live wire said.
"Oh, don't treat me like that, sis, I'm on your side."
Ms. Shiva turned to the bar and said, "Jigsaw puzzle man, give my new friends some Jägermeister bombs."
"I'm a live wire, and I don't drink alcohol."
Ms. Shiva said, "It's alright, I'll have a couple more drinks."
Red Hood joined in, extending his cup to Bombshell: "Hello, Batman villain."
He made a bombshell remark and clinked glasses with him in a friendly manner.
Red Hood and Bane rescued the Gotham villains together, and they got along quite well.
Then, in a bombshell, Ms. Shiva said, "So what the live wire said is right. Superman is better than Batman no matter what. Anyone who has fought him will understand."
Then Red Hood spoke up: "Really? Have you ever fought Batman yourself? A master?"
Ms. Shiva took a sip: "No, and it's not necessary."
The live wire finally couldn't help but agree with the other person: "That's right, just like he said, even a simpleton wearing a dummy's underwear doesn't have superpowers."
"that is."
Ms. Shiva interjected:
"Seriously, what could he do? Stab me with a batarang?"
Their voices grew louder and louder, and now most people were starting to be drawn to the dispute.
Out of the corner of her eye, Ms. Shiva saw Atom Skull, who had recently escaped from the lab again, sitting in the corner, along with Toy Man, Superman's first enemy.
The bat-like female bat, Dr. Phosphorus, Killer Moth, Scarecrow, and several other powerful bat-type characters were also sitting nearby.
"Or something even more powerful, like having his Wonder Boy toy Robin come and beat me up? Oh dear, I'm so scared. Come on, Batman is a joke."
A former Robin wearing a red hood blinked.
"It's obvious—"
With a bang, Bain, who was sitting not far away, threw his wine glass on the table.
"This guy is an idiot."
Ms. Shiva stood up and walked flamboyantly to Bane's side: "Wow, look who's here. The man who swore to break Batman's back, but ended up breaking his own spine."
He leaned closer to Bane: "You call me an idiot, ha, and what are you then? Your only redeeming achievement is fighting Batman to a standstill, and you still didn't win. Nothing special. So come on, I really want to know where you're on this little debate!"
Bain stood up.
"There's nothing to argue about. You've never fought Batman, you know nothing about him, and you don't know how difficult it is to defeat him."
Bain glanced around the room; everyone was looking at him and whispering among themselves.
"Ha, I know. If everyone thinks Batman isn't that great, then you're not much of a big shot." Ms. Shiva reached out and poked him in the chest.
"If you want, you can come and see for yourself anytime to see what kind of big shot I am."
The atmosphere between the two seemed tense.
With a sharp crack, the live electrical wire flashed like lightning and struck them: "Ladies and gentlemen, could we please try to control our aggression? I just discovered this place, and I don't want to be banned from entering for life."
Ms. Shiva blinked. "Yes, maybe the wire is right."
"Live wire, this is going to kill me!" said the live wire.
"No matter what, why are we arguing here? We could use our energy somewhere better."
"How do you use it?" the heavy bomb asked.
"Let's make a bet," Ms. Shiva revealed her true intentions.
"How does the betting work?"
The live wire asked.
"I'll call a few more Superman villains to help us deal with Batman. Bane and a few other Batman rivals will go and snipe Superman."
"Only the winner can continue to boast."
Bain stood up.
"I am Bane. I have no interest in self-praise or anything like that. Goodbye..."
"Really?" said Ms. Shiva standing behind him. "The man who suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Batman is worried he'll suffer the same fate at the hands of Superman?"
Bain turned around.
"Hey, it's nothing, you just proved me right," Ms. Shiva said.
Bain stared at her: "You want to gamble? I'll play along. But after I win this bet... you and I will have a serious talk."
"Wow, I can't wait!" Ms. Shiva said.
"Look what trouble you've gotten us all into," the heavy bomb grinned excitedly at the live wire.
"Hey, that's not the worst of it. At least we're not Superman and Batman," Live Wire said.
She turned to the Atomic Skull and the toy man sitting beside her: "Hey, this little bet—would you like to join?"
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"That scene today was disgusting, Bane."
A few hours later, Ms. Shiva, Bane, and Jason the Red Hood sat together.
"But we got a group of thugs for free. They're all incredibly skilled fighters, they follow orders, they bring their own supplies, they're fearless, highly motivated, and have a strong sense of honor. In the end, they'll even thank us for bringing them into this betting game."
Bane sat down and took a sip of his drink, then said to Red Hood, who was standing there lost in thought, "Red Hood, you're number two in this Gotham squad. Come with me and we'll prepare the tactics."
"Oh, okay." Red Hood nodded. Over the past few days, Bane had shown him a lot of respect, which always made him feel a little strange.
"Shiva, you bring Superman's villains and they'll cooperate with our operation."
Shiva nodded in agreement.
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"Blake, why don't we just take action and wipe out this bastard's hideout like we originally planned? We've already successfully infiltrated this bar!"
Blake, with his purple hair, floated in the sky, and his teammate [Cold Casting] asked in confusion.
He was a tall, black man with superhuman strength and the ability to manipulate electromagnetism.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Blake said. “Didn’t you see what happened in the bar today? Have you forgotten what I told you before? I failed to persuade Batman, and now Batman and Superman are both potential enemies.”
He stroked his chin: "This villainous alliance can weaken Batman and Superman, and then we can take action and eliminate these villainous villains and the two baby superheroes together."
He chuckled softly, "This is the most effortless treatment plan."
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The Void Bar is closed.
The third-tier villain puzzle-maker, who had worked as a bartender for a day, also went home.
After he had traveled a considerable distance in his vehicle, he turned into a small alley and reached out to wipe his face.
The drifting, condensed black sand rippled outwards, and Chen Tao regained his original appearance, letting out a deep sigh.
"Damn it, they just won't stop."
Then he pressed on the wall, pulled open a dark room, and pulled out the real puzzle man, who was bruised and battered.
The other person stayed in a semi-enclosed environment for a whole day without eating, and now they're half dead.
Chen Tao picked him up.
"Come on, let's go back to prison."
(End of this chapter)