Lord God Investigator

Damian’s arrangement for Plant Mistress is similar to that of Harley Quinn. It is also operated on the basis of mental illness immunity. A woman who can kill to protect plants, if you say she is not mentally ill, no one will believe it.

Moreover, she is still a victim of a secret experiment conducted by a botanist with a government background, and it is easier to win the sympathy of the jury. As long as she cooperates with the lawyer to pretend to be pitiful in court, and then find some members of the environmental protection organization to march and demonstrate to incite public opinion, she was sentenced. Court release is possible.

In the past, Pamela didn't have this opportunity to acquit her, but the maverick she would rather die than cooperate, believe that nature is above everything else, and refuse to accept the hypocritical sympathy of human parasites.

Knowing the true identity of the black-haired boy, and knowing whose son he really is, Pamela, who has always been rebellious, unconsciously obeyed a lot, and obeyed Damian’s arrangements. She thought it was her respect for the contract spirit. , After signing an employment contract, you must respect your boss. The boss is still a strange man with incomparably harmonious biological waves and nature. There is no shame in taking orders from him.

As for the real reason... Anyway, she would never admit that she was a little scared.

Stepping out of the cell of the Plant Girl, Damian followed Dean Quincy to inspect the other cells in the super villain’s confinement area. He went all the way and saw the "Riddler", "Double-faced" and "Mudfaced Man" in turn like visiting the zoo. "Pig Face Man", "Calendar Man", "Mad Hatter" "Penguin Man"...

Damian didn't even bother to talk about these prisoners who were more or less skilled, but skipped it with a cold glance.

Dean Quincy, who has made two big deals, has undergone a tremendous change in his mentality. Seeing that the funder is not interested, he actively promotes sales, saying: "These prisoners are also rare talents in their respective fields. Your foundation Don’t you need it?"

The boy rubbed his temples and said: "Forget it, this is simply a circus weird show! I hate them for two reasons. First, they are men; second, they are ugly. The reason is sufficient, right? ?"

Dean Quincy sighed: "There are many female super criminals in Gotham City, such as Catwoman, Riddler's daughter Ingmar, Westwind, Bunny Girl, Violet, Megpie... But Batman seems right. The female criminals weren't that cruel, and none of these people were arrested. Otherwise, I will notify you as soon as some of them are arrested in the future?"

"I choose people not just based on gender and face? The important thing is whether they have the precious talents I need!"

Damian was annoyed and honest, after he finished the reprimand, handed over a small note: "This is my contact information, remember to call my secretary when there is a new item..."

The dirty transaction has come to an end. Dean Quincy is about to send the gold lord away, but the boy stopped in front of a cell with frosted glass windows. He turned on the tablet to view the prisoners in this cell. The prisoner's information.

"'Mr. Frozen' Victor Fries..."

After reading the prisoner's name, the boy looked in through the glass window and saw a bald, strong man with a transparent hood and ice-blue skin.

"Mr. Luo, he is a man, and he looks very ugly." Dean Quincy stepped forward and said in a slightly puzzled tone: "Your taste is really difficult for me to accurately grasp..."

"Didn't I say it!" The boy raised his tone: "I choose people to focus on talent! Talent! Talent!"

Excitedly emphasized three times, the boy calmed down, and said in a normal tone: "Mr. Frozen attracted me because of his imprisonment-he repeatedly committed crimes in order to revive his terminally ill wife. I don't know it is. Why, I have a good impression of this kind of infatuated person, and I always feel that I can hire someone to generate electricity for me. Besides, he is bald, and I don’t know why, I always think he should be very strong."

"That means, next time I need to find you a bald, infatuated beauty super criminal?

Dean Quincy scratched his head and said, "I have to say, your conditions are a bit harsh...Do you have to be naturally bald?" Does the shaved one count? "

"Whatever you want!" Damian was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, pointing to the cell door and said: "Open the door, I want to go in and talk to him."

Damian walked into the cell, as if entering the ice storage, the temperature plummeted to minus 40 degrees, and the source of the cold air was the big bald head with blue skin who was focusing on quietly reading books.

Mr. Freeze heard the sound of the prison door opening, put down the book and slowly raised his head, his eyes were a little confused, and he said calmly: "Child, this is not where you should be..."

The rough-looking and terrifying brawny man was unusually elegant and polite. He thought about it: "Let me guess, you are a psychic superpower? The courtyard wants to use you to get information from my head? I can quickly freeze my brain, stop molecular movement and bioelectrical transmission, so that you can’t read my thoughts. I don’t want to hurt you. Please leave and leave me alone."

"Mr. Fries, you believe that freezing is the only way for life to eternity, but do you know the pool of Lazarus?"

The young man’s clothes are very thin, but everything goes as usual at low temperatures, as if not affected by the ambient temperature at all. He said in the same plain tone: "The Pool of Lazarus can heal the dying person immediately, and even resurrect the dead, your background According to the information, you have always wanted to find a way to resurrect the frozen wife..."

Mr. Freeze suddenly lost his composure, stood up abruptly, and hurriedly asked: "Do you know where the Pool of Lazarus is?"

"Of course." The boy still looked calm and indifferent: "That's my bathhouse, do you want to take your wife to a hot spring?"

...

Damian walked out of the Arkham Asylum, only half of the long night passed, standing on a small hill outside Gotham, looking at the dense fog and neon night view of the city. Fireworks explode from time to time on the roof of a certain building in the city, probably Batman is using a bomb prop to fight against a stubborn enemy.

Damian was in a good mood with the cool evening breeze. This trip to Arkham was very rewarding. He recruited three capable officers, and was inspired by them to find some lost memory fragments. Some very interesting future development routes.

If Batman is entangled in the death knell and left in this way now, then the pre-made action plan is perfectly achieved, that is, the Arkham job fair is completed without alarming Batman.

I fought the death knell all night in a muddle, but nothing happened on the surface the next day (Dean Quincy would never reveal the secret of buying and selling prisoners), and Batman probably couldn’t figure out who was so boring and paid the death knell. Come and make fun of him.

Damian shifted his sight slightly, and turned from the city to a looming place in the far outskirts of the outskirts, which was the location of Wayne Manor.

I just ended the trip to Gotham, I always felt that something was missing. For some reason, the young man was ignited to die. Now that he came to Bat City, he didn’t go to the Bat Cave. It’s like he didn’t go to the Eiffel Tower in Paris. Like Tokyo did not go to Akihabara, the journey was not complete.

The boy touched his chin and muttered: "It's a rare visit. Maybe I should go and count the inheritance..."