Reborn Venom, the Host is the Widow Sister

of course not.

Charlotte originally planned to wear casual clothes, but she was sternly trained by the widow sister.

Don't take her image out to shame!

Widow sister took back control of her body in a huff, quickly changed into this outfit, and then told Charlotte to re-manipulate her body.

At that time, Charlotte stood in front of the mirror and looked at the new widow sister for three or four seconds.

This style, which hit his xp impartially, was perfect.

Charlotte added an extra layer of protection to the outfit.

Safety pants made from symbiote tissue.

Slowly walk down the stairs.

Bruce Wayne looked up, and the moment he saw Charlotte (Sister Widow), it seemed like time was frozen, and there were only two people in the world, he and Charlotte (Sister Widow).

Quickly regaining his senses, the gentleman smiled and praised: "It seems that the other ladies attending the charity party tonight are going to be overwhelmed and unable to lift their heads."

The little mouth smeared honey.

But this honey made a man feel worse than eating flies.

Charlotte (Sister Widow) twitched the corners of her eyes, with a polite smile on her pretty face, and a crazy mmp inside.

Asked: "Isn't the charity party held in the evening? Why did you come so early?"

"Remember that reporter? He came to Gotham this morning," Bruce Wayne explained. "I want to take you there when I want to meet him."

"The two of us can't trust each other, and we can't listen to what we say, so I thought about it and decided to ask you to be the middleman."

Oh open!

Hearing this, Charlotte (Sister Widow) suddenly became interested, and her eyes glowed interestingly.

What a 'middleman', obviously a 'connector'!

"Go, go now!" Charlotte (widow sister) said impatiently.

Regardless of Bruce Wayne's intentions, he accelerated his pace and walked out. When he passed by Catwoman, he patted a handful of peaches.

Catwoman: "!!!"

Bruce Wayne: "???"

Widow Sister: "..."

Well, the widow sister is used to Charlotte's 'surprise'.

Catwoman froze for a moment, lowered her head shyly, put her hands in front of her belly, and fiddled with her fingers coyly.

She looks like an innocent young girl.

Bruce Wayne was in a complicated mood. He looked at the little maid, and then at Charlotte (widow sister) who left with a big stride.

One word comes to mind, bisexual?

Alas, is this fate?

The two hit women are not fuel-efficient lamps.

Well, having an interesting other half will at least not be boring for the rest of your life.

"Are you still going? I'll go first if you don't go." Charlotte (widow sister) stepped out of the door, turning her head and urging.

"Come on." Bruce Wayne returned to his senses and quickly followed.

Tut tut...

Catwoman put away her performance, returned to normal, and looked at Bruce Wayne who was chasing Charlotte (the widow).

She could see that this man had loneliness and love in his eyes.

It's a pity that this love was paid by mistake after all.

......

Gotham City, downtown.

Bruce Wayne drives an AMG vision GT, the Mercedes-Benz supercar from Justice League, with Charlotte (the widow) to the meeting point that Clark Kent sent them.

in front of a cafe.

They didn't get out of the car in a hurry, because Clark Kent was right in front of him, helping an old lady with bad legs to cross the street.

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Chapter 66 Shocked!Superman was robbed by an old lady

......

With a kind smile on her wrinkled face, the grandmother chatted and laughed with Clark Kent while crossing the road.

The United States, Gotham City, grandma with bad legs and feet, the buff is full.

It is far more dangerous than picking up an old man who fell on the side of the road.

Because, helping the old man get touched, no matter what, it can be done with money.

Helping an old lady across the street in Gotham City requires not only money, but possibly her life.

Looking at the unavoidable expressions of passersby around him, Clark Kent didn't realize the situation he was in.

In the car.

Seeing this scene, Bruce Wayne smiled unkindly, he had foreseen what would happen next, and sighed: "What a warm-hearted reporter."

Looking at Charlotte (widow sister) with great interest, she asked with a smile, "Guess what might happen next?"

Charlotte (widow sister) did not answer.

He was so far apart that he could clearly smell the stench from the bottom of the old lady's body.

In Gotham, an old lady who is 'stinky' like this, pretending to be kind, what else can she do?

"Follow up and have a look, I hope this old lady doesn't have the habit of robbing, otherwise Mr. reporter will be miserable." Charlotte (widow sister) said jokingly.

"Ah."

Bruce Wayne lightly stepped on the accelerator, and followed slowly at a distance of 15 meters.

......

After crossing the road.

The old lady patted Clark Kent's shoulder and thanked: "Good boy, may God bless you."

"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Clark Kent showed a big boy's sunny smile on his face.

He is genuinely fond of helping others.

The old lady looked at Clark Kent's smile, the corners of her mouth rose slightly, and a strange smile flashed, and she continued to praise: "Young people in Gotham are too impetuous, and no one is willing to stop and help an old man like me. already."

"You look like a foreigner, right?"

"I'm from a metropolis and I'm currently working at the Daily Planet as a reporter," Clark Kent replied.

"Reporter?" The old lady smiled even more happily and asked, "Then may I ask the young reporter, can you do me one more favor?"

"I seem to have twisted my ankle. It's not very convenient to walk. Can you help me home?"

"Don't worry, my home is not very far, just in the alley in front. In return for your help, I will give you some chocolate beans that you make yourself."

"This……"

Clark Kent hesitated, a look of embarrassment on his face.

He made an appointment to meet Bruce Wayne at a cafe, and being late was not a good thing considering their identities.

Seeing the pitiful appearance of the old lady again, her heart softened.

"Okay." Clark Kent continued to support the old lady.

Before taking a few steps, he felt a car following behind him, looked back, saw the two people sitting in the car, and his eyes showed a smile.

He turned around and asked the old lady, "May I ask you a question about Gotham City, ma'am."

"Ask, I've lived in Gotham for so many years, there's nothing I don't know about." The old lady said simply.

Clark Kent smiled and asked, "What do you think of Batman, the city vigilante?"

"Batman?" The old lady was stunned, her eyes flashed with panic first, then uncontrollable anger, and the kindness on the old face became distorted.

"What kind of vigilante is he! He is a demon! The whole city is darkened because of him, even my son...my son..."

Hearing this, Clark Kent frowned and asked eagerly, "What happened to your son?"

"When he went out to buy medicine for me at night, he was attacked by Batman, tortured by that demon, and he planned to break three legs..."

"There is such a thing!"

Clark Kent was so angry that he didn't like Batman at first, but now he can't wait to turn around immediately and settle accounts with Bruce Wayne.

"Trust me ma'am, someone will help you... Absolutely..."

"really?"

The old lady's eyes flashed with strange light, "That's really nice, hehe."

......

After a few minutes.

Alley on the corner of the block.

A hut that is attached to a high-rise building and is not exposed to sunlight.

"Thank you, thank you so much, Mr. Reporter, this is my home."

When she came to the door, the old lady smiled brightly, and inexplicably kept slapping Clark Kent on the shoulder.

"This is what I should do. I also made an appointment with my friends, goodbye ma'am." Clark Kent said goodbye with a smile, and turned to leave.

Before he could take a step, his arm was suddenly pulled by an old hand.