I want to have a date with Superman

"You -" Harley was about to exclaim, but then she thought of herself that day, so she quickly changed her words and said, "I recognized the wrong person, you continue."

With that said, she turned around and strode deeper into the alley.

She was very touched and moved by her actions.

Seeing how considerate and understanding she is, she is much better than he was back then.

"Don't!" He shouted in panic, "Don't run, you didn't recognize the wrong person, it's me, Harley, it's me."

"No, it's not you. We all recognized the wrong person." Harley shook her head vigorously and insisted not to embarrass him.

"Hey, I'm not shy, why are you running?" he shouted.

"Are you really not shy?" Harley was doubtful, stopped, turned around and looked at him carefully.

Liar!

Your dry, dirty face is as red as a monkey's butt and buttocks, and there are tears in your eyes. Are you still not shy?

I'm almost dying of embarrassment.

"Forget it, I might as well admit the wrong person." She prepared to continue running.

But he stepped forward to hold her and said stubbornly: "As long as you don't admit the wrong person, I won't be shy."

Harley was stunned and didn't react for a moment.

"I am Bruce Wayne, and my family has enough money to buy half of Gotham, so what does it mean that I am like this now?

It means that I am not embarrassed, it means that I am just experiencing life! "

Bruce's voice became louder and louder, his tone became more and more confident, and the embarrassment on his face and eyes gradually faded away.

Now Harley understood.

She and Bruce are really different.

She was afraid of being recognized because her true condition that day really made people suspect that she was in dire straits.

But all fools know that Bruce's real situation is not in a desperate state.

Therefore, facing such a dilemma, he couldn't wait to reveal his identity as Young Master Wayne to the world.

——He is showing off, not becoming a low-key!

"Okay, you're Bruce." Harley gave him a strange look, "How long have you been like this?"

"Four months, five months? I can't remember clearly." Bruce said sadly: "Now, I fully understand that there is a hell in Gotham that the rich cannot access!

Too much suffering, too much sin, covered up by the gorgeous gauze woven by humans.

The previous Master Wayne was like a dummy living in a toy castle, pitiful and hateful. "

"That's awesome!" Harry gave a thumbs up and praised sincerely.

Not because of his emotion, Bruce's understanding of Gotham is still a bit shallow now. It's not that the rich don't have access to hell, it's that they created it.

She praised him only because he could persist for so long and survived completely.

"Bang bang bang bang." Suddenly, there was a burst of rapid gunshots in the distance, a bright flashlight swaying, and miserable howls mixed in.

The gunfire came quickly and went away quickly.

In just over ten seconds, the depths of the alley were once again as quiet and dark as a tomb.

Harley smiled coldly. She and Bruce shouted several times. The copper tiger inside must have noticed it, and then he planned to escape somewhere else, but he didn't expect that she was the BOSS.

The boss has something to do, and I'm willing to help him.

Bruce's expression changed, and he suddenly exclaimed: "It turns out you are chasing him, why? Benjamin is a good man."

"Good guy?" Harley sneered and asked, "Do you know his true identity?"

"Harry, don't treat me like a child. I won't naively think that he is pure and innocent." Bruce said seriously: "I say he is a good person only because he has the ability to kill people and the need to conceal his identity, but he escaped along the way. , didn’t kill any homeless people.”

The lights ahead flickered, and a group of gunmen with loaded ammunition, bulletproof suits and night-vision goggles trotted over.

"BOSS, Ryan's neck was broken and he died; the target man was shot five times and was still breathing." Teresa, the leader, reported.

As he spoke, he glanced at Bruce.

She was curious as to why BOSS was chatting with the homeless man.

"Ryan," Harley sighed. She knew that guy, Amanda Waller had helped her pick a "clean" confidant gunman.

When I just graduated from high school, I hesitated about whether to become a soldier in the United States.

"I remember that he had a mother and a younger brother. He would give his mother thirty thousand dollars first, and then five hundred dollars a month until she died. Or, wait until his brother can make a living?"

"Sister Harley!" Teresa and the gunman brother both looked at her with moved faces.

Sister Hallie, who has so many things to do, actually knows Ryan’s name!

I also know that Ryan has a mother and a younger brother!

In Gotham, where you can hire a killer for just two hundred dollars, he gave his mother thirty thousand dollars!

And a monthly pension of $500!

Harry waved his hand and said calmly: "Send Bronze Tiger to the hospital and try to save him."

Henchmen are different from ordinary gunmen recruited at short notice.

Ordinary gunmen can die casually, and they can be recruited again after death, and their confidants must be treated better.

Even if a hundred confidants died, she would only have to pay $50,000 a month to support her family. Fifty thousand a month is not a small amount, but what is the concept of a hundred brothers dying in battle?

If it really cost that much, Harley felt that she should at least unify Gotham.

Bruce watched the boys leave with complicated eyes, and said with emotion: "Harry, you are about to turn into a dragon!"

"You have been a dragon for a long time, and now you have transformed from a dragon egg into a young dragon. You are much more mature." Harley said with deep meaning.

Bruce shook his head and whispered: "Can you let Benjamin go?"

"His code name is 'Bronze Tiger' and he is an assassin from the Shadow Warrior Alliance. He is paid to kill people and is very 'principled'." Harley said with a smile.

Bruce was speechless.

After a long silence, he asked: "He is the assassin that Ms. Siwa reminded you of? If you kill him, how will you face Ms. Siwa in the future?"

Harley smiled faintly and said, "It seems that five months of being a homeless man in Gotham still hasn't wiped out your innocence.

Ms. Siwa is a good friend, but if she becomes an enemy, she will be killed without mercy.

Otherwise, lie down and let her kill me? "

Bruce felt a strong impulse in his heart and blurted out: "If we have different positions and become enemies in the future, will you kill me without hesitation?"

Harley patted him on the shoulder, "Fool, what are you thinking about? How could I kill you?"

Just when the expression on Bruce's face became awkward, she smiled and said: "I will paralyze you, for example, break your spine.

I want you to go back to Wayne Manor and be the master. You have no chance or ability to interfere with me anymore. "

Bruce stared at her big eyes that were shining with pride, gritted his teeth and said, "Very good, you helped me solve a difficult problem."

"Haha, you want to paralyze me?" Harley joked with a smile, "Don't blame me for hitting you. As time goes by, the gap between us will only get bigger and bigger.

When you face me in the future, it will be like facing a god. "

"You know what I've learned from wandering in the past few months?" Bruce said with a smile.

"Learn how to dig through the trash for food?" Harley laughed.

Bruce's thin face turned red, and he forced himself to calm down and said: "You are wrong, the hamburger was not found in the garbage dump.

I was helping Benjamin find expired painkillers. "

Then, he immediately said: "I have fought with countless people in the past few months, some are bigger than me, some are faster and more ruthless than me.

No matter how it starts, I can win in the end.

Because I discovered a truth - everyone has weaknesses. If you find his weaknesses, I will win half the battle. "

He pointed at his head, "If I come up with a strategy to target my weaknesses and work hard to strengthen this 'strategy', I can win every battle."

Harley nodded and said with a smile: "I understand, you are a master at making appointments. But I also found your weakness from this passage. To deal with you, I have to rely on sneak attacks and deception.

As long as it catches you off guard, you've won more than half the battle. "

The sound of running in a row came from the entrance of the alley, followed by Ah Fu's nervous call: "Master Xiao Bu, where are you?"

"Afu, you-" Bruce shouted, and his whole body froze.

Ah Fu was wearing the same GRE carbon nanofiber armor as Harley, holding a submachine gun, leading the way, followed by Qing Yishui's "Counter-Strike".

There are forty or fifty of them!

"Master, you're okay, that's great."

Ah Fu felt Bruce up and down and found no wounds, so he felt relieved.

"Shit, you're not just guarding a few streets away, are you? If there's any trouble on Bruce's side, you immediately take control of the entire neighborhood?" Harley said in disbelief.

Ah Fu said angrily: "The gunshots were so fierce and they were so close to the young master. How can I not be worried?"

Bruce said in a difficult voice: "Afu, I asked you not to spy on me or follow me anymore, you -"

"Master Xiaobu, I didn't spy on you. I came here when I heard the gunshots and a team of elite commandos passing by."

He lowered his voice, his mouth almost touching Bruce's ear, "I thought Owl Talon was trying to arrest you."

Bruce said dullly: "Maybe I should leave Gotham, or even the United States."

Tong Hu had just left the operating room half an hour ago, in a luxurious apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan.

"Ding-a-ling--" A harsh ringing sound suddenly rang in the quiet bedroom.

A loose-skinned arm stretched out from under the silk down quilt. Just when his palm was about to pat the phone to vent his dissatisfaction at being woken up late at night, it suddenly hovered there, and then the quilt was lifted.

A blond woman in her early fifties was entangled with a handsome and muscular young man in his early twenties.

"Locke." The woman pushed the young man on her body hard.

"Madam?" The young man opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw the serious face under the window lamp, he suddenly woke up completely.

"What are your orders?" he said respectfully.

"I have to take an important call. You go to the living room and stay for a while."

Young Locke hurriedly got out of bed, picked up a pair of pants and a shirt and left.

"Puff--" The muffled sound of metal falling on the Turkish blanket made him turn around.

It is a gold brooch in the shape of an "H" letter.

——You can't throw this thing away. The rich woman may not take care of you, and she might have to go to work in the fighting field tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Locke crouched down quickly, grabbed the brooch and ran out.

The woman then picked up the phone and said in a deep voice: "I'm Catherine."

"It's me, Lei Xiaogu."

On the other side, there was the plain voice of a mature man with a hint of vicissitudes of life.

"Ah, Ninja Master!" Catherine was surprised, "What's the matter?"

"The League of Assassins accepted a mission"

Lei Xiaogu first told the story of the annihilation of all his disciples, and then said directly in a commanding tone: "I have two requirements. First, find out the details of the matter.

Like, how Harley Quinn discovered them.

Secondly, the second batch of Kagemusha is being selected. I hope you can provide them with some convenience this time. "