雙語讀電影 《超能陸戰(zhàn)隊》第11章 : 一個戴著歌舞伎面具的男人

Chapter 11
Hiro dashed for the warehouse door, clutching the petri dish. He didn’t know who was controlling the microbots, but he knew they were behaving more like deadly insects than bots that were created to benefit mankind. Hiro looked over his shoulder and saw Baymax slowly waddling behind him. A wave of microbots was right on his tail. “Oh, come on!” Hiro yelled.
“I am not fast,” Baymax said.
“Yeah, no kidding,” Hiro said as he ran back and grabbed Baymax by the arm. “Go! Go!” Hiro told him until they had finally reached the door. Hiro pulled on it, then remembered it was locked. “Come on, kick it down!” he said to Baymax. “Punch it!”
In what seemed like slow motion, Baymax kicked the door. It was like a balloon hitting a brick wall. Hiro hung his head. But there was no time to mope. He jumped into some service tunnels under the floor and pulled Baymax in after him.
“Come on! Come on!” Hiro said, leading Baymax up the service tunnels to the second floor. They jumped out and headed for the window they had come in through. But again, Baymax got stuck.
Exasperated, Hiro looked back and saw a tall, dark figure in a white-and-red Kabuki mask. He was lurking in the shadows. It was impossible, but he seemed to be directing the microbots. The masked man must somehow have a neural transmitter as well!
Hiro was desperate now. He tried to shove Baymax through the window, yelling, “Come on! Suck it in!” But Baymax only flipped over, leaving Hiro dangling outside.
Suddenly, the microbots hit Baymax’s face and upper body, riddling him with tiny holes. Like a punctured balloon, Baymax began to deflate, and the force of the escaping air jetted him and Hiro toward the ground with a whoosh!
Baymax cradled Hiro as they fell, his body absorbing the blow when they hit the pavement. They scrambled to their feet. “Come on! Let’s get out of here! Go! Hurry!”
They ran for their lives. To Hiro’s relief, he saw the lights of a police station up ahead. “Go this way!” he yelled to Baymax.
Hiro dragged Baymax inside the station and caught his breath. He gathered his thoughts and walked over to a policeman behind a desk. After twenty minutes of conversation with the sergeant, the officer said, “All right, let me get this straight: a man with a Kabuki mask attacked you with an army of miniature flying robots?”
“Microbots,” Hiro replied, nodding. “He was controlling them telepathically with a neurocranial transmitter.”
The officer scratched his head. “So Mr. Kabuki was using ESP to attack you and balloon man over here?”
“He’s a robot,” Hiro said as Baymax reached for a piece of tape from the dispenser on the officer’s desk. The robot’s internal motors tried to re-inflate him, but the microbots had punched too many holes in his vinyl skin. The air coming out the holes made a high, squeaky sound. Baymax covered one hole with the tape and started the process over again.
“Did you file a report when your flying robots were stolen?” the officer asked, moving the tape dispenser closer to Baymax. The noises coming from Baymax changed pitch with every hole he patched.
“No!” Hiro replied. “I thought they were all destroyed. Look, I know it sounds nuts, but Baymax was there, too.” He turned to Baymax and said, “Tell him!”
“Yes, Officer, it’s truuuuuue.” Baymax was suddenly slurring his words.
“What the—?” Hiro said, looking at Baymax. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Loooowww ... baaatterryy ... ,” Baymax replied. Hiro looked at him closely and saw that the robot’s eye lenses were having difficulty focusing. Baymax was starting to sway.
Hiro took hold of his arm and tried to steady him. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Try to keep it home.”
“I’m health care!” Baymax shouted. “Your personal Baymax companion!”
The sergeant had seen enough. “Kid,” he said, “how about we call your parents and get them down here.” He turned in his swivel chair and grabbed a notepad. “Just write your name and number down here ...”
But by the time he turned around, Hiro and Baymax were gone. All that was left was a long piece of tape that stretched from the sergeant’s desk to the precinct door.