I really don't care

The light in the living room is warm orange, which looks ambiguous and warm at night.

Not willing to let the apple pie cool, Moore hurriedly let Peter into the house, "Aunt Mei is in a good mood, and made apple pie again."

"Ah, that's it." Moore pushed Peter onto the stool, and then Moore put a sliced ​​apple pie, a knife and fork in front of him, and of course a paper towel that might be used.

It was because Moore was too gentle that Peter was not used to it for a period of time when Moore left.

More thought of everything.

Peter observed Moore's body—speaking of which, he didn't see Moore making any movements during the meal just now, but were his clothes dirty?

What did Moore say...?

He seemed to say, "It's someone else's blood."

At that time, Moore didn't seem to have any problems, and he himself was in good spirits, but now it seems... Peter sniffed: the faint smell of blood mixed with the smell of shower gel is still there.

Peter couldn't help but looked at Moore a few more times worriedly.

Because she watched it too often, it made Aunt May feel strange. She looked at Peter, "What's wrong? Want to be a superhero like Moore? Then I won't agree." Peter also looked too uneasy. up.

"Ah? Oh no, I didn't!" Peter quickly denied.

Although he was only worried about Moore's health, seeing Aunt May's attitude, Peter knew that he had nothing to do with it. He nodded and concentrated on eating apple pie.

Moore originally wanted to stay here for a few more days, but now, Aunt May and Peter have both visited, and Tony's place... can be regarded as a visit. Since New York is in such a mess, no one will have the courage to come out and do bad things for the time being. .

And Gotham might get messier because of what happened in New York.

Based on the above considerations, Moore decided to go back tonight.

But that being said, Moore still stayed for one night before returning to Gotham the next morning. As for the reason... Peter also said last time: There is only one morning and one afternoon trip between Gotham and New York shuttle bus.

Taxis are generally reluctant to go to Gotham, and Gotham taxis are not very willing to go out of Gotham, let alone go to New York.

Don't know where to go back, what to do, Moore is like a tourist, so he can only go back to the second-hand smoke headquarters, Aubrey's office.

*

Truth be told, Aubrey felt good about himself the day Moore was away, and he even thought he could do without Moore.

Without Moore, no one is pressing him down, and he can fly in waves.

And everyone will listen to him, and no one will disobey him, and no one will try to spread rumors.

Aubrey's mood can be said to be very happy all day, but he never expected that the next morning, not long after he got up for work, the damn evil star would come back again!

Well, it can be seen at a glance that Moore's previous remarks must be deceiving.Moore's previous words were just a cover, to let him relax his vigilance and let him be slaughtered obediently.

He is dreaming!Although Aubrey resented Moore very much in his heart, he was still kind on the surface, and he still wanted to help Moore clean up the mess.

The moment he heard the knock on the office door, Aubrey put on a kind smile, trying to make it impossible for others to find the slightest mistake.

The door opened.

Moore's face with a distant smile appeared behind the door, "Yo, Aubrey, I'm back again."

Even if his name was called, Aubrey felt extremely uncomfortable psychologically. He forced a smile and asked, "What's wrong? Why did you come back?"

Moore immediately showed a kind of 'You actually asked me?You break my heart so much! ' expression, only to hear him say sadly: "Of course New York is too dangerous!"

He was a bit of a showman at first, but when he turned his head and saw Aubrey's emotionless face, Moore didn't know what to say, and his facial expression immediately collapsed, "Okay, you win."

Moore returned to his expressionless face. He took out a pen from another newly changed shirt pocket on his chest. It was the one Aubrey used before—thanks to the fact that he was not killed in the New York War. throw away.

The corners of Moore's mouth were raised slightly, and he rubbed the body of the pen with his fingers ambiguously, his voice was low and seductive, "I'm coming back, am I in your way?"

Aubrey, who was distracted by Moore's appearance, suddenly came to his senses. He thankfully lowered his head and kept his eyes from meeting Moore's, pretending to be looking at the documents on the table.

But with such a bow, he also scanned the documents.

Aubrey answered the question: "Ever heard of the Iceberg Restaurant?"

Moore didn't embarrass Aubrey, he hummed lightly, "So?"

Aubrey reached out and pulled out a document, which was a report from his subordinates. It clearly stated: Bingshan restaurant is a place where Penguin launders money, and Penguin intends to negotiate with us recently.

Aubrey narrowed his eyes, "Since you're back, it means that no matter how dangerous Gotham is, it won't be more dangerous than New York. It's just a friendly conversation with Penguin, can it be done?"

"Pfft." Moore burst out laughing. This Aubrey's behavior was too much like a cat whose territory had been violated. He raised his paws to fight back, but the counterattack was soft and had no attack power.

Moore then laughed, "Of course I can." He shrugged his shoulders, "You really are becoming more and more like a good leader." Ignoring Aubrey's suddenly alert eyes, he turned and left the office, "Well, that's it, don't forget to send me the location and time."

Moore may not feel anything, just like how strong his aura was just now—of course, he did it on purpose.

But how strong Moore's aura is is difficult to estimate. In short, except for the magical and special people like clowns, other people will always be a little scared when they are in Moore's aura.

It is precisely because of this that Aubrey will be even more frightened.

At that moment, a lot of cold sweat broke out on his back, and it was even dripping down.

Aubrey began to decide that Moore had likely known of his plan and was now warning him.

But since Moore is still willing to negotiate, maybe this is a temptation...?

Aubrey turned his head and thought for a long time.

In short, for the sake of safety, it is better to lurk temporarily.

*

Moore pinched his mobile phone to check the information inside, saying that after Aubrey and Penguin confirmed by phone, they will negotiate at Penguin's Iceberg restaurant tonight.

The time is five o'clock, because Penguin wants to invite Moore to have dinner. As for what to talk about, let's talk about it after eating.

Moore is not good at things like detoxification, so at the beginning he heard that there was a little sense of sight of a grand banquet, but considering that Penguin has no precedent for poisoning, Moore put it in his windbreaker. He took the universal antidote and went to the appointment.

The business of Bingshan Restaurant at this time is still very good, most of them are men here, probably waiting for their female companions to arrive, Moore wore a peaked cap when he came, as long as no one deliberately looked at his face , he will not be exposed.

After taking a general look at the structure of the Bingshan restaurant, Moore was ready to go in.

As soon as he was about to enter the door, the person at the door glanced at him, as if he had objected to the man dressed as a 'bad guy'. Anyway, the bodyguard at the door was very competent and stopped Moore.

Moore raised his eyebrows slightly—although he couldn't see it under the peaked cap, and then explained softly: "I'm Moore, the leader of second-hand smoke, and I'm here to make an appointment."

Remembering that his boss had indeed instructed him, the bodyguard at the door put down his hand again, and respectfully invited Moore in.

Only then did Moore walk in with his head held high.

It's impossible for him to bow down.

……

The chubby and short Penguin is wearing an evening gown, a tall black top hat, and a cane in his hand. The first impression people get is: he is so ridiculous.

Although it's not right to laugh at other people's shortcomings, at first glance, even Moore wants to laugh, especially when Penguin puts down his aura.

He looked like a circus performer.

But take a closer look, it turns out that the penguin is not holding a cane, but an umbrella.

All smiles, but Moore didn't dare to underestimate him.

Penguin, from Copperpot, one of Gotham's four major families, and once served as the mayor of Gotham City.

Full name is Oswald Chesterfield Copperpot.

The rules of Gotham are so strange. Those policemen and politicians and families hate the vigilante and want Gotham to become better and law-abiding. This is no problem.

But those super criminals they also hate, like Penguin, can even run for mayor, so it's hard to say what Gotham will become.

Politicians, families, the mayor, and the police maintain the laws of Gotham, while vigilantes and gangsters maintain the law and order of Gotham. They seem to be non-interfering...

But in fact, it is better not to let the gangster be the mayor-but this is one of the reasons why they have no way to take the Penguin, after all, the Penguin is also the original mayor of Gotham.

But presumably now, the penguin who can talk about it after eating is probably not as sophisticated as when he was the mayor before.Now that he said that, Moore would be more respectful than obedient, right?

It is quite difficult for Moore not to speak during the meal. Maybe Penguin wants to use such psychological tactics to force Moore to be nervous.

But if Moore would be nervous, then he is not Moore.

Since such a conspiracy was used, it is estimated that the Penguin really did not intend to use any tricks.

Even though he thought so, on the surface Moore still wanted to carry it.

Seeing that Moore did not respond, the Penguin wiped his mouth and hands with a tissue, and then looked at Moore through his round glasses covering one eye: "I'll just say it, Wouldn't it be great for us to work together, merge with the other gangs, and join forces with the Red Hood?"

Moore: "? I don't."

Penguin: "Don't you want Batman to value you more? I heard that you are a man. Sex? If you can't, the red hood is also yours."

The author has something to say:

Moore: What!I · on · my · brother · brother? !

Since the [-]th... I haven't coded anymore...

The exam roasted me to death, it was scorched, and there are three subjects tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I still can't code, but there is no problem every day 2333

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