Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

Today's Wayne Manor is still as peaceful and quiet as before. In the spring, the new shoots of plants and trees exude a fresh fragrance, and the flowers carefully cared for by the old housekeeper Afu in the courtyard are competing to bloom under the bright warm sun. , The tender petals gracefully stretched out a beautiful arc, and the dew that has not been evaporated cleanly shone like a diamond.

The warm breeze, the first sprout of grass and trees, the aroma of black tea and the well-made and well-arranged breakfast together constitute a nearly perfect morning - if you ignore Mr. Bruce Wayne's terribly gloomy face and the light blue under the eyelids .

Yes, the breakfast is perfect, the view outside is perfect, everything is perfect, but this can't save Bruce's bad mood now, he is holding the fork and biting the bacon in his mouth like chewing someone's flesh, The veins on the back of the hand swelled up and the poor fork creaked.

The old butler, Ah Fu, who had been standing aside, glanced calmly at Bruce, who was full of worries, coughed lightly and said, "Excuse me, is there something wrong with breakfast that makes your face so ugly?"

Hearing his voice, Bruce came back to his senses, looked at the bent fork in his hand, and looked at the smiling old butler with a strange shadow on his face. He seemed to have foreseen his little one tonight. With the precarious future of the cookies and the sense of crisis soaring, she hurriedly put down the fork and shook her head, "It's okay...just didn't have a good rest yesterday."

It shouldn't be that he didn't rest well, but that he couldn't fall asleep at all.

Bruce rubbed his forehead, which was swollen and sore from lack of sleep, as if he could hear someone's pleasant and mocking laughter next to his ear.

He swears that bastard Chris must have calculated his night watch time, deliberately waited until he came back from night watch to rest, and was about to fall asleep when he called when he was a little half asleep—who knows when that guy put himself The number was stored in his mobile phone and he even changed his avatar on purpose. Bruce got up from the bed in a daze, and when he turned on the screen, the drowsiness was gone for a while, and the rest of the part disappeared soon after he picked it up. trace.

"Did you disturb your rest, Mr. Wayne?" The somewhat distorted voice through the radio waves still perfectly conveyed the smile in Chris's tone. He didn't intend to hide his happy mood at all, and Bruce even heard it in the background sound The sharp whistle of the kettle boiling, "I have to take the liberty to disturb you because of some urgent matters, and I hope you will not take offense."

No matter what Chris thinks in his heart, he has always done a good job of saving face, so even if Bruce is woken up, he can only grit his teeth and say, "What's the matter?"

"I wonder if Mr. Wayne paid attention to the United Nations meeting that started yesterday?" Chris asked slowly, in a calm tone.

"If you're calling just to ask such a stupid question, I'm sorry." Bruce felt his forehead throbbing and throbbing. He stuffed himself back into the quilt and rubbed against the pillow, just wanting to relax Get a good night's sleep.

He hasn't been able to take a good rest for several days in a row. Recently, the villains in Gotham have gone crazy one after another. Yesterday, the Riddler was stuffed into Arkham, and today the Penguin made his debut. Even if the matter is completely calmed down, the tiredness that he forcibly suppressed is like a landslide and tsunami, and it can't be stopped. Even if he tries to concentrate, his body has his own will, which makes his eyelids become heavier and more conscious. Farther and farther away, he wanted to use a black and sweet sleep to repair the unhealed wounds all over his body.

"Okay, okay, I just want to make a call to remind you to go to bed early." Chris could also hear the tiredness in Bruce's tone - if it wasn't for the fact that he was really sleepy and a little confused, this guy who has always been snarling at himself wanted to put him in bed. How could Mr. Wayne's tone, which he couldn't get out by pressing directly into the wall, be mixed with the tone that belongs to Baby Brucey? at once.

"Go to bed early and get up early tomorrow, Mr. Wayne." Chris, who has just taken a bottle of energy potion and is now full of energy, said with a smile, and the deliberately adjusted tone and tone made the dizzy Bruce barely concentrate, " Then remember to tune in to the morning session live, or you'll be missing out on the big fun."

"What's the fun?" Bruce's back was numb from the few chuckles he finished speaking, and he sat up with his eyebrows pinched to get rid of the tiredness for a while, "What do you want to do again? Have another truth or dare?"

Chris has a criminal record. This guy used to feed every candidate in Gotham's mayoral campaign, letting them speak nonsense ignorantly during the campaign, and put dirty things behind their backs. Shake it up completely, and then make a video collection and share it with Jason on the Internet. Damn it is still one of the most viewed videos on Youtube.

"Maybe I want to have a bloody massacre?" Chris also remembered the little fun he had with Jason, and he didn't expect that expired Veritaserum would work so well with a shaman's psychic potion, until now That video is still one of the entertainments he often recalls, "Blow up that conference room and the whole world will become chaotic. Sounds super fun, doesn't it?"

"You won't." Bruce was so calm that he didn't even move his eyebrows, "You don't like that disorderly chaos."

Although Chris has only been in Gotham for a little over a year, it was enough for him to figure out the style of this guy, the orderly and controlled chaos that Chris enjoys, this hopeless control freak will push everything beyond The extinction of the restless factors in control is in its infancy. If you say that he is going to convince Bruce that any conference participant will make a big fool of himself, it is not Chris' style to kill everyone and mess up the world.

Chris is not bloodthirsty, even if he is a calm and rational lunatic who is completely tossing and unscrupulous in Gotham, Bruce also knows very well that it is Jason who is really burning with a fire in his chest and wants to destroy everything. Under such circumstances, killing is the last option for Chris.

This is why Bruce was able to sit in Wayne Manor and watch the live broadcast instead of rushing to New York in a hurry, and since Chris dared to call him to tell him about it, he couldn't stop it from happening anyway.

With an indifferent face, Bruce switched the TV to the channel of the conference live broadcast, stuffed the fact that Batman was misled by Chris's preview countless times in his memory into the corner and nailed it on a nail board, and slapped the high-sounding government officials who were full of lies on TV. A big yawn.

The Premier League Act?Real identity registration?

It's as if if there is such a bill, Batman will honestly take off his mask and tell the world that he is one person with Gotham's Bruce Baby.

Bruce has never regarded himself as a hero. Every moment he puts on his battle suit, he will remind himself that Batman is not a hero who saves the world, but a criminal who uses violence to control violence. What he needs is not people's respect for heroes. Admiration and admiration, but fear and awe of the dark.

The city of Gotham has been sunk in the mud for too long, and only with awe can it not sink deeper.

"I think you need some coffee." Alfred put the coffee cup by Bruce's hand.

Oh, Ah Fu, his omnipotent and caring Ah Fu, Bruce took a big sip from his coffee cup and leaned on the sofa, looking a bit lazy.

It is neither the terrifying and cold Batman wandering in the dark night of Gotham, nor the flirtatious Brucey baby in the game world. It is just what Bruce Wayne should look like, like a lion with eyes closed and sleeping, elegant and lazy, revealing difficulty. Words of danger.

In the strong aroma of coffee, Bruce’s drowsiness finally dissipated a little. Seriously, why did he sit here and look at the hypocritical faces of a group of politicians and those fake smiles because of a half-truth phone call from Chris? , Look at what can't be covered under the suit and leather shoes, what can't be covered...!

Bruce's tiredness disappeared instantly. He sat up and didn't even notice that half of the coffee in his hand had spilled on his body. His face was tense and his body leaned forward, almost going into the TV. In the picture on the TV, the throat became tense and he opened his mouth and said: "I'm going to New York, now!"

Before he finished speaking, he stood up and left in a hurry, while the large-screen TV that was not turned off was broadcasting the situation of the venue meticulously.

——At the beginning, the few people who sat in the front showed some discomfort, covering their stomachs or mouths, their faces were pale, the kind of white that would fall to the ground in a second, and then slowly, a small half of the people in the entire venue They all began to show symptoms of this discomfort, rolled on the ground or fell straight on the table in front of them, groaning hoarsely and painfully, and the meeting had to be suspended for emergency medical staff to come in for treatment.

And it was when the doctors and nurses first aided the unconscious and convulsed patients on the ground, and when the staff asked the surrounding media to suspend the filming, a scream made the somewhat chaotic conference hall fall into silence.

The body of the gentleman who fell first became distorted and swelled, as if something was bouncing inside his body. His body bent and swelled at an angle that is completely impossible for humans, scaring the nurses around him to scream. She backed away, but before she took a step back, she felt her face covered in some foul-smelling viscous liquid, and then there seemed to be continuous beeping in her ears, and after a few seconds of silence, the panic screaming almost set off The roof of the meeting room was turned over.

With her eyes blurred, she didn't see that gentleman's body exploded like a blown balloon, and rancid black-red liquid was scattered everywhere, and an octopus-like shape with tentacles crawled out of the burst skin, but The weird monster dripping with slime let out a ho-ho low cry. With a wave of its tentacles, it stretched dozens of times in an instant, destroying several cameras and piercing the throat of a photographer not far away.

It was like a signal, and the rest of the people who showed discomfort and fell to the ground also swelled and exploded one by one. The originally spacious conference room seemed horribly narrow at this time. The live broadcast has not been closed yet. This horrifying scene appeared on countless TV screens at the same time, causing countless people who were still criticizing politicians to scream, and among the major social networking sites, the United Nations meeting within a few minutes It was brushed to the top of the hot list.

In this chaotic situation, no one noticed that the reporter assistant sent by the Planet Daily to interview quietly left. They only saw a few seconds later that the hero in red and blue tights descended like a god, stabbing the chasing crowd steadily and ruthlessly. The monsters were thrown out.

"Wow, it's unbelievable that I'm one step late!" The red lightning swiftly passed through the fleeing crowd, bringing them one by one to a safe place outside the venue, "I'm the fastest in the world! "

The window behind him was suddenly broken by a beam of laser light, and Tony's voice arrived at the same time as the gunfire, "I suggest you run faster to cap, otherwise you won't be able to get a single head."

On the podium not far from him, the doctor stared dumbfounded at the sudden reversal of the situation and the ever-increasing number of heroes. For some reason, he subtly sympathized with those aliens who were beaten by fancy tricks.

And Chris observed the situation on the field and smiled slightly, and said to the anxious and somewhat apprehensive Nightcrawler beside him: "Please inform the professor, you can come on stage."

The status of mutants in society is somewhat embarrassing. If you don't know the time to appear in a scene like this, you will be blamed by mutant conspiracy theorists if you are not careful.

Nightcrawler nodded vigorously and disappeared, while Chris edited a text message with a happy smile and sent it out.

Bruce, who was rushing to New York without stopping, rang twice, and as soon as he picked it up, he saw the message from Chris.

——Surprised or not, is it a big fun? XD