I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

Nocturne's characteristics make Edward more suitable for traveling at night. There are many dreamers, who come and go without a trace, which can be called secretive, so the schedule is still the same as Batman's, and he works overtime at night.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Edward finally went to bed, and the beetle went to "make a plan to destroy Hydra."

This time, he didn't sleep until he woke up naturally. Someone knocked on the door at ten o'clock, and Edward ignored it and pretended that there was no one in the room.

The phone rang again with various bombardments, and Edward turned off the phone directly.

Finally, the door was forced open, and Edward knew with a few fingers that there was a skilled craftsman among the people who came, someone who could pry the door and slide the lock.

"Okay boy, get up, get up." Stark clapped wildly as soon as he entered the room, and the noise he made made Edward get up from the bed.

"What are you doing?" Edward looked at Stark and Bruce warily, especially Bruce.

I can understand Stark coming. Why are you here to join in the fun and add more surveillance cameras?

"Take you to school." Bruce pointed to Happy, and his own bodyguards "You have two choices, walk by yourself or we hang you out."

""Edward.

Happy stepped aside, revealing a group of tall bodyguards behind him.

Edward looked at his small body, and then at Happy.

Okay, you guys are cruel

Edward resolutely confessed, got up and put on some clothes, and wanted to pour a cup of tea, but after looking at the dust inside, he could only give up, and talked to them, and they all expressed their understanding.

Edward quickly got up, dressed and washed.

"Why did you put up so much soundproof wallpaper?" Stark curiously walked to a place where the wallpaper had fallen off. It was full of dust. It looked like it had not been cleaned. After looking at it, he left in disgust. There was too much dust.

But before Edward had time to answer him, the person upstairs started his performance again, and the high-decibel noise was vented from upstairs, shaking several people in the room to be vigilant.

Edward wiped his face clean and walked out, feeling very helpless, "It's because of this."

"It's like this every day." Stark covered his ears in pain.

艾德华看了下时间“那倒不是，1、3、5的话半小时前就开了，2、4、6会晚半小时，周末全天候。”

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"You won't move out"

"No money." Edward said the most unpretentious and true answer, led everyone out of the house, and locked the door by the way, "Also, I don't have money to pay tuition fees when I go to school."

Edward resolutely forgot that he still had more than 1000 million things in his card.

"It's okay, I drove the school." Bruce got into the car calmly.

"I understand your desire to be a shareholder alone, but there is still a third of my shares in it."

""To be honest, I have to say that this person's money-making ability is indeed too much.

Before leaving, Edward took a compressed biscuit and put it in his pocket. When he got to the car and was about to chew it, Stark said, "You just eat this."

"Well, the last time I saved it for two months, I went out before I finished eating." Edward said.

"You mean if you don't go out, you plan to eat this for two months."

"Um, almost." This is all true, he has indeed been gnawing on this thing at home.

Bruce and Stark glanced at each other, and no one said anything, so they stopped at the fast food restaurant and bought Edward a hamburger for breakfast.

However, a list was handed along with the burger.

Edward took it over and looked at the identity information form.

"If you want to change anything, you can change it now." Bruce said.

Edward's current information is basically handled by Hydra, and some of them are not what Edward himself meant. From the perspective of outsiders, although they don't know that it is Hydra, they also know that Edward's current identity information is not related to that of Hydra. He has nothing to do with himself.

Edward took a look and saw that there was nothing to change in his identity information, except for his age. Edward didn't even know how old he was, so how could he change it.

He looked at the name, and there was only one Edward. Edward wrote a new name in the name column, "Edward Ed."

"Tsk, what a mess." Stark said and threw the newspaper to Bruce. "An accident happened again in that unfinished building. The two sides fought and suffered heavy casualties."

Bruce took the newspaper, glanced at it, and put it aside, "The news in the morning, I remember that the land belonged to Matilda before, but after giving up suddenly, it became what it is now, it's hard not to think of it. relationship."

Stark did not pay attention to the relationship between the two and said, "I heard that your Wayne Group squeezed Matilda out of the food business a while ago."

"Let me correct you. The media under the Wayne Group just reported that the Matilda family's food quality was not up to standard. Don't make it sound like I was deliberately targeting it. But I remember that the media under your name seemed to be The reason for driving the rhythm so hard is because you used your own savings six years ago to try to enter the food industry alone and were sniped back."

Stark: "Hehe, that was just an accident, just like the accident when you wanted to open a security company in Gotham five years ago and your headquarters was smashed for a month."

The topic of the two of them was directly deflected, and they began to laugh at each other on a daily basis.

Edward was not good at interjecting, so he took the newspaper and read it for himself.

"A large number of corpses appeared in the unfinished building in Hell's Kitchen, which was suspected to be a gang fight. This is the tenth fight in this area this year. Matilda, the previous contractor of the site, said: "I have nothing to do with the rain. .”

The accompanying pictures were all taken in the Paradise Casino house in the trading room. None of the photos of Giant Little George and the bloody old house were published, but a sentence was mentioned in the article.

Edward watched the news and thought to himself, after this battle, the most authentic successor of Dodo is considered abolished. As for the others who went out from the main part of Dodo, got out of control when they saw the Dodo pills, changed their names and surnames, and became kings on their own. Dodo remnants, not climate change.

Edward is not a person who holds grudges. He will definitely not do the kind of thing that makes the beetles list all the forces that were once members of "dodo" as key reporting targets.

Absolutely nothing.

The school is located in the center of New York, near a medium-sized park, with a beautiful and elegant environment, and a Scottish-style castle stands in the middle.

Edward originally made up his mind to find a reason not to go to school. After all, he once said that even if I jumped from here to starvation, I would never go to school.

But when he saw the big bald head sitting in a wheelchair shining brightly in the sun at the school gate, waiting to greet them, he felt that this school could still be tried.

"Welcome to Xavier School for the Gifted, kid." Professor X, Charles Xavier, smiled kindly.

Next to him, the wooden sign of "Xavier School for the Gifted" stands with its merits and fame.

Metropolis, Daily Planet.

"Mr. Kent, Miss Lane asked me to ask, have you finished the Matilda report?" Louise's assistant Jimmy ran over and found Clark standing by the window looking into the distance.

Clark came back to his senses, "I've already done it, it's in the folder on my desktop, and I'll send it to her."

"Mr. Kent, what are you looking at?" Jimmy followed Clark's line of sight and saw nothing but white clouds.

"No, it's nothing." Clark pursed his lips. He saw a black-smoky spaceship descend through the atmosphere, and inside was an alien in green clothes and red skin.

Clark shook his head, it has nothing to do with me, as before, someone will naturally deal with it.

Clark turned around and saw Jimmy standing behind him with a hesitant look on his face, as if he wanted to say something.

"Jimmy, what else can you do?"

"Mr. Kent, the editor is not interested in your suspicions that mass kidnappings may have victims at the Met, but Miss Lane is with you."

"anything else"

"Mr. Kent, are you going to make an unannounced visit tonight? Can you let me go too? I can help you."

"Jimmy, Ryan is going to interview the mayor tonight. You should stay with her." Clark led Jimmy back to the office. Before leaving, he turned to look out the window.

The place where the spacecraft landed seems to be

seaside city