Chapter 782: Night wing without misery

In the top ward of Gotham Hospital, the former Night Wing, today's Mohammed is sleeping deeply. Gotham outside the curtains is completely dark today, and only the moonlight is the only lighting.
But the person in the hospital bed does not know why he is here or why he is in this city. His name is Mohammed, he is a taxi driver in Paris, he is not American, and he is not Dick Grayson.
However, the daytime experience made him very tired. A group of monsters of all kinds put him under house arrest in this ward, and there were still guards outside the door.
He wasn't the opponent of those tight-fitting lunatics at all, and when he was hungry and tired, his head was still dizzy, like a car accident.
This body is very strong, but hey, this is his body now, he can't give it back to those weird people, right? Fortunately, after he struggled desperately to resist, those people gave up the torture and research on him, and he was finally able to sleep.
There was some faint noise outside the door, like the sound of the body being gently placed on the ground, then the door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall figure walked in.
She was wearing red-soled high-heeled boots, an orange tights, and the fullness of her chest made the spider mark topped her teeth and claws.
A gleam of light flashed through the eyes under the mask. She looked at the unknown superhero who had fallen down in the corridor and gently closed the door.
She walked towards the bed with the model, first looked at the monitoring equipment to confirm the health of Nightwing, and then she took out a syringe from the small bag tied to her thigh.
Facing the moonlight outside the window, she gently pushed the syringe, and a little green liquid emerged from the needle.
There was only the occasional beep of the heartbeat monitor in the room. She jumped onto the bed violently and pressed Dick to the bed, and the needle plunged directly into his neck.
The driver who was awakened from his dream wanted to struggle, but found that his limbs had lost control. Apart from the normal movement of his eyes, his body was as rigid as a rusted machine.
An unfamiliar woman was riding on his crotch with a blindfold like compound eyes on her face. Although the other party was of fit body and delicate skin, this tights showed the other party's identity.
She looked at him condescendingly, raised one corner of her mouth and smiled.
"Oh, mean bird, I'm here to pick you up from school."
"Woohoo!!!"
The driver wanted to ask, wanted to speak, but his tongue was not at all, and his chin was unable to move.
"Relax, relax, you are poisoned by me, I will torture you for the rest of the time..."
The woman's index finger was placed on his lips and moved slowly down, brushing his chin, Adam's apple and chest, feeling the touch of the skin, all the way down in the dark.
But this should be a pleasant move, but it made the driver roll his eyes, because the woman's gloves had nails like steel knives. Just a light stroke, his hospital gown was automatically divided into two halves, even with buttons. It's like a sliced ​​potato chip.
The woman stretched out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, smiling strangely and continuing to point her hand down, cut off the elastic band of his pants, and went down...
At this moment, the glass of the ward was suddenly broken, and a figure hung upside down from above and turned into the room soft and boneless. At the same time, several darts similar to fangs were thrown over.
The woman who had entered the house leaned back to avoid the darts, and then fell back to the ground.
The evening breeze lifted the curtains, revealing the appearance of an intruder, a young woman wearing a metallic tights and a copper-painted face.
The first woman fluffed her hair backhand, drew two daggers from the carrying device beside her thigh, and put on a fighting posture.
"Bronze-headed snake, are you attacking me?"
The woman who jumped in from the window did not show weakness, she jumped to the ceiling like a beast, and hung on it like a gravity.
"Aren't you the same? Tarantula, it's not enough to fight Nightwing once, now it's coming again?"
"My personal habits have nothing to do with you!" The tarantula's eyes narrowed, and several poison darts shot out instantly.
But this also only left a row of small holes in the ceiling, and the bronze-headed snake swam through the gap of the darts as if it had no bones.
"Don't be impulsive, there are people in the city who want to borrow Nightwing at a high price. You can join us." The copper-headed snake spit out its tongue, and smiled like a poisonous snake: "Maybe you and his process, I can Take it for you, so that you can have a slow aftertaste in the future."
"Shut up! I'm different from you!"
The tarantula also jumped to the ceiling, and the two women hung upside down and started fighting. One is good at Jiu-Jitsu and the other is good at free fighting. They are similar in level, and no one can do anything for a while.
The sick person on the bed couldn't even see their movements. They were just two shadows in the darkness. He could only hear the whirring sound and the popping sound of impact.
After a dozen moves quickly, the copper-headed snake was thrown out by the tarantula, but she immediately grabbed the ceiling and fixed herself.
"What's the difference? Oh, I am a mercenary, and you are a super heroine who likes strong X men? Ha ha..."
"We don't have much time, Batman will be here soon, I will give you how much you charge, or none of us can leave."
The tarantula rubbed the two daggers together calmly, and the purple venom was evenly spread by her. This action was like a spider moving its fangs.
The bronze-headed snake spit out his tongue, dripping his saliva to the ground: "To be honest, cash is indeed much more valuable than a promise, but now I don’t want to embarrass you, because Nightwing is the person named by the clown, I can’t afford it. That lunatic."
The tarantula licked her lips, and she rushed towards the other person: "I can't give him to the clown. I will let you know today that I am also not easy to mess with!"
The two women started a new round of fighting, daggers, claws, boots, two different colors of venom, leaving a tragic mark in the room.
However, after a brief full-scale confrontation, the tarantula was scratched by the copper-headed snake's nails, and the copper-headed snake was also cut through its skin by the tarantula's poisoned dagger, and both were extremely poisonous.
They fell to the ground and began to shake because of the toxin, but the physical fitness of the tarantula was significantly better, or the effect of the copper-headed snake's venom was slower.
Although she was staring at Venus, everything she saw was ghosting, her heart was burning and uncomfortable.
But she still has the ability to act.
She walked slowly to the bronze-headed snake, kicked her up, and started rummaging in her belt for the antidote.
Generally, people who are good at using poison carry the antidote with them, if accidentally scratched by their own poisoning weapon without the antidote, wouldn't it be that they killed themselves?
Many people in Gotham are good at using poison, and so are tarantulas and copper-headed snakes. The two are actually not strangers at all. On the contrary, they can be regarded as acquaintances. After all, the circle of playing chemistry is not big.
It's just that Poison Ivy is the strongest person who uses poison in Gotham. Her venom will not hurt herself, which is very convenient.
The tarantula who found the antidote first gave herself a shot, and then looked at the copper-headed snake rolling in pain on the ground, and took out its antidote and injected her.
The antidote invented by the copper-headed snake works faster, but the antidote that the tarantula gives to the opponent is slow.
But the effect is still there. Although the copper-headed snake is weak and can only lie on the ground and breathe, at least its life is safe.
The tarantula walked to the bed, wrapped the whining Nightwing in a sheet, and walked toward the window on his shoulders, and when he passed by the bronze snake, he said goodbye to her with concern.
"Have you done your surgery?"
The bronze-headed snake sighed helplessly, and lay motionless on the ground in a Tai shape: "I haven't figured out whether to go to Korea or Thailand to do it, and I haven't paid enough for the surgery."
Tarantula moved the burden on his shoulders and smiled: "Come on, then, remember, you owe me your life. Batman asked you how to say you shouldn't teach me?"
"Fuck off, slut, you were a prostitute when I came out." The bronze snake naturally knew what to say, but she wouldn't admit it.
"It's the queen! Not a prostitute!"
Carrying Damian, the tarantula jumped directly out of the window, ran along the wall to the ground, and then moved a few times before disappearing into the landscape belt on the side of the road.
After catching the prey, she naturally dragged it back to the hole to enjoy it. In the past, she used a large toy to explode the chrysanthemum of Nightwing, and she changed the role back and forth a few times, the moving scream, and the strength of Nightwing Let her never forget.
And this time, it's time again.
There is nothing wrong with her being a superhero, but she is not an American, but an immigrant from Africa, Kamatu.
At the annual Sweet Potato Festival, Kamatu women can be strong X men. This is their folk custom. After the festival, she will send Night Wing back.
In normal days, she can even be said to be extremely conservative, with a strong personality contrast.
With the help of toxins, Nightwing is not her opponent, or she may not mean to resist. After all, tarantulas are very beautiful, her skin is not very dark, and she has the taste of Latin beauty.
Anyway, he never told Batman about this incident, but he took it silently, probably for almost five years, right? This is the day every year.
Can't cooperate yet, you have to resist, and be numb with poison, otherwise it is not a strong X.
As for Batman whether he knows what happened to him over the years, uh, that's not good...Anyway, Batman didn't mean to stop the tarantula, maybe he just thinks that young people are playing more intensely.
This year she planned to start the festival early, so she came in the middle of the night, and she did not expect to meet the clown's men.
She didn't care what tricks Joker was going to play. Let Batman deal with it. She is a second-tier hero to join in the fun, it is better to go home and enjoy the strong body of Nightwing.
Suck...
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The bronze snake was originally lying on the ground looking at the moon. The broken glass under her body made her uncomfortable through the battle uniform. She is a woman trapped in a male body. In order to be a real woman, she has been saving money. .
However, death knell and death shooter greatly compressed her living space~EbookFREE.me~ In addition to those two, there are a lot of different characters ranked as killers above her. Her level is probably at the top of her brother. Tan ranked more than twenty?
To put it simply, it means that there is no business at ordinary times, and there is no need for food.
This time the clown contacted her with a generous move, and the goal was only to take away the foolish Nightwing, which seemed very profitable.
But after the accident, the copper-headed snake calmed down. She felt that she might have been deceived. This was probably deliberately designed by the clown to let her be caught by Batman, and then use her mouth to tell the bat something. .
Batman is very suspicious, and the Joker will pack these words well to the extent that Batman can believe it, because this is the truth.
The clown is really back, and he is preparing a big plan.
Just as she felt the numbness gradually fading from her whole body, a black shadow with pointed ears covered her moon, and a huge fist instantly smashed down.