I plant trees in the superhero world

This is the first time that Cyril has attended such a feast of feasting and feasting. The wealthy people in Gotham all take the resplendent route in the decoration of the banquet. Smiling, the atmosphere is extremely harmonious, even though I wish the other party went bankrupt in my heart, there is still a smile on my face, hypocritical and polite.

Cyril walked behind Bruce and his female companion. The female companion was dressed extremely sexy, revealing a smooth back. Cyril didn't dare to look at it a few times, and was cowardly. Maybe this is the reason why he has been single for a long time Bar.

"Bruce, you finally appeared." A middle-aged man with a beer belly walked towards Bruce Wayne with a goblet, with an extremely intimate smile on his face, "You have disappeared for two months, You are a rich man, why not play extreme sports? Look at how serious your injury is this time."

"No way, I just like these, especially playing with beauties." Bruce spread his hands, and glanced at the beautiful female model beside him, who smiled prettily.

Cyril rolled his eyes silently in his heart. This is probably an effective way for the United States to control population growth. The death and injury rate of extreme sports is still quite high. People who like this sport should be generating electricity for love.

"I don't know about the project between our company and Wayne Enterprises..." The middle-aged man finally got to the point after talking politely for a long time.

"I don't know." Bruce took a sip of champagne from the girl's hand, "Lucius manages the company's affairs, and I don't like these things."

"But you are the chairman of the company. You are the one who always takes care of the overall situation. If your subordinates have other thoughts..." the middle-aged man hinted vaguely.

"No, I believe Lucius." Bruce waved his hands, and walked to the center of the dance floor with his arms around the girl, Cyril followed silently.

The middle-aged man spat from behind: "Bah, what, it's not dependent on parents."

Cyril held a small wine glass and pretended to find a balcony to rest outside. He felt that he was not suitable for this kind of occasion. Every businessman loved each other on the surface, but in his heart he wanted to swallow the other party's company, and he wanted to bite off the other person's body. Here comes a piece of meat.

He looked at Bruce Wayne who had been shaking for more than two hours in the middle of the dance floor, and he didn't understand, is dancing really so interesting, wouldn't he be tired after shaking for two hours?

While flirting with his dance partner, Bruce scanned the hall with his eyes. Today is the day when Bruce Wayne, who disappeared in the romantic field for a long time, appeared. It is impossible for those super-reverses in Gotham not to respond. Does the happiest moment bring fear and loathing?

The longer he waited, the more he felt that the super-reverses had prepared a big gift.

Cyril was idly watching the scenery on the balcony. He said it was a scenery, but he couldn’t see anything outside. The huge garden looked heavy under the light of the street lamps. He was just staring at the scenery in a daze. He was also Bruce. Wayne's assistant, it would be too inappropriate to really play with the phone.

"Does it look good outside?" Another man by the balcony said suddenly. His voice was very special. Although it was just an ordinary man's voice, it felt like there was something hidden inside.

Cyril complained in his heart that he was always thinking wildly. He looked back at the man, and the man was also facing away from him. He was wearing a red suit and a hat on his head. Although he couldn't see his face, he felt rather strange in this suit. Sao bag.

"Landscape? It's so dark that you can't see anything."

"That's right, I can't see anything. This is the right time to light a fire to illuminate the world."

Cyril almost didn't laugh, what kind of sand sculpture is this, and he can still speak such a middle school two, it looks like an adult.But out of politeness, Cyril silently stroked his face and turned back.

"You are Bruce Wayne's new assistant, and I didn't expect it to be a man."

This is the Nth time that Cyril has heard such words in the past few days. He said casually: "I will strive to be an assistant for a while longer, and persist longer than those female assistants."

The man smiled: "You're not from Gotham, are you?"

"Is it so obvious?" Do the people of Gotham have any buffs that can be seen at a glance?

"It's easy to see, you are too... simple." The man paused for a while, as if he was also thinking about what words to use to describe him.

Cyril felt a chill: "This word...are you sure it describes a man?"

"At least, Gotham people know that at night, don't talk to strangers, and don't be alone." The man lowered his voice, showing a trace of ghost.

"We are also called alone?" After all, they are on the balcony, not more than ten meters away from the ballroom, not to mention that it is an open space, so can it be called alone?That really can be called a couple's outfit in school uniforms.

Cyril felt speechless for a while, but he didn't want to enter the ballroom to smell the mixed smell of perfume, alcohol and tobacco, and he was afraid that the man would talk about strange things, so he asked, "Why don't you go dancing?"

"Dancing? I don't like such dull things."

Cyril silently agreed.

"I like funny ones. You know the bombing at Gotham Bank half a month ago, a lot of people died, that was exciting, what do you think, sweetheart?"

Hearing the name "little sweetheart" made Cyril's hair stand on end. He looked at the back of the man, and then at the lively dance hall that seemed to be in two worlds. He felt that something was wrong. He subconsciously wanted to enter the ballroom, and he also I don't know why, I just feel flustered.

Cyril wanted to leave, but the man seemed to see his intention: "You're not going in, are you? We haven't finished talking yet."

Cyril felt more and more that something was wrong. It was obviously abnormal to say that an explosion with many casualties was exciting, but the man didn't seem to want him to go, and he didn't dare to run, just in case he got angry...

He suppressed his little heart: "...wonderful... so-so." What was he talking about? !

"Why isn't it wonderful?" The man rarely turned his head to look at Cyril.

Feeling his gaze, Cyril felt like a thorn on his back. He didn't dare to turn his head back, and said with a straight neck: "Is the dead wonderful? It's not exciting at all. Those who are really scared are dead. The most onlookers lament the loss of life, but they don't." More fear, if it is to cause panic, killing is not so effective." Although Cyril is not easy to let go in front of strangers, he is not bad at talking.

"Oh~" The man obviously wanted Cyril to continue.

Cyril could only continue to say: "You think, how much panic Hitler caused during World War II, but is it war that people fear? What they fear is the torture and destruction in concentration camps, and what they fear more is the gloomy and I can't help being afraid. Look here, they are all rich people in Gotham. Their money is not in the bank. If the bank blows up, they won't even raise their eyebrows. It's only the poor who are afraid of suffering. Such rich people People, they will die when they die, and they don’t have much fear in their hearts, only if they are alive, will they always fall into the torment of fear.” Cyril recalled the fragments in the murder novel, and the more he talked, the more he felt like a bad guy ...

"It's a new way of saying it, too. It's meaningless to scare ordinary people. It's just to scare the rich and fall into deep fear. Then you say, what will they think if it blows up here?"

I'll go, this man didn't plant a bomb in this banquet, did he?Cyril kept cursing in his heart, and hoped that he was thinking too much, but he could only hope that at least he wouldn't be bombed when he was here—"When they were here, if they were bombed, they would die If you wait until they leave before blowing up, especially when you just drive away from the gate, there is a sudden fire behind them, as if they have brushed past death, and feel very scared while rejoicing, so there will be constant fear in their hearts, Living people will be afraid, and when they know who planted the bomb, they will be very afraid of that person, and the person who is scared will feel happy, right? After all, the scariest thing in this world has never been Death, but the human heart." Cyril actually threw out a rhetorical question, his mouth almost passed his mind for a while, and he wanted to slap himself to death in an instant.

"Sweetie, you are so funny!" The man laughed.

"Well, let's take a breath first, I'll go see our boss." Cyril said haha, and hurried in, he felt very scared, and after walking a few steps, he looked back, the man had already turned his back Him, the hat covered half of his face, and he could only see a big smile under the shadow, with a few strands of green hair falling around his mouth.

"What you said seems to make sense, interesting, interesting, and you saved yourself." The man whispered, but Cyril didn't hear it, so he could only smile in response.

He continued to walk into the ballroom, feeling as if he had overlooked some details. He had just arrived in Gotham not long ago, and even though he had already done the strategy, he still didn't understand those details. With her green hair and iconic smile, she's sure to run away screaming.Cyril, this probably means that those who do not know are fearless.

The atmosphere in the warm ballroom was in sharp contrast to the atmosphere on the balcony just now. Cyril suddenly had a feeling of coming back to life. What happened just now was terrible. He always felt that he had met some big boss, and he would never meet any brother. Tan is a famous villain, so didn't he just brush shoulders with death?

Cyril's back was sweating, and he wanted to leave here quickly. It happened that Bruce was finally tired from dancing and sat on the sofa to rest. Cyril hurried over: "Boss, why don't we go back first..."

Bruce turned his head and glanced at him, his beautiful blue eyes were full of drunkenness: "Go back? The dance is so exciting, why go back?"

Cyril said nonsense: "I still have class tomorrow, and I'm worried that it's too late and I won't have time for class tomorrow."

Bruce lowered his eyes and moved. He has an excellent memory, and he can remember everything at a glance. His life assistant has no class at all tomorrow, but he is so anxious to leave...

"Okay, okay, let's go." Bruce stood up drunk, still staggering, Cyril quickly supported him, drinking so much wine, he was really worried that the boss would vomit on himself.

"Then, your female companion..." You can't just throw that lady away.

"Huh? I still have a female companion?"

Cyril: "..." The scumbag gave a solid blow.

Cyril looked around but didn't see it, and then looked at so many people present, in case his prediction just now was true, that man was really going to blow up this place, he left by himself, leaving so many people behind, see Can't help...

He sighed, if he told others now, no one would believe him.

"Boss, tell me, if someone wants to blow up this place, how many people will believe the news?" Cyril asked a drunk man helplessly. Although he was not a saint, there were really too many people present. He just heard If what he said is true, isn't he the promoter who indirectly caused the disaster?

Bruce's heart sank when he heard this sentence at first, but he didn't care about it on his face, and waved his hand: "What are you talking about? Who said something drunk to you? Who dares to blow up here?!"

Cyril was very upset, and followed his words and continued: "Just now a man said a bunch of endless things, saying that he was going to blow up this place, and I felt like... Is it true?"

"No! It must be drunk and confused!" Bruce didn't dare to judge the truth of this sentence easily, but the top priority is to get everyone out of here, and he thought: "Go and drive the car to the door first Wait for me, I... I'll come to the toilet!" A drunk man walked crookedly to the toilet.

Cyril let out a long breath, didn't dare to think about it any more, and hurried to the garage to drive. Although he was driving well, he couldn't let a drunkard drive.

Not long after Cyril drove to the door, it was completely dark in front of him, except for a little starlight. The power in this huge banquet hall was cut off, and the whole building, including the street lights around here, were all black.

After about 5 minutes, almost everyone inside came out, and everyone was unhappy.

"It's a good banquet, why is the power off!"

"I've seen the hell too, the Green's family's banquet is not very good."

Bruce also got into the car cursingly: "The power went out when I went to the toilet, and I will never come to the Green's banquet again!"

Cyril made a perfunctory sentence, drove out, and within 200 meters, suddenly there was a bright, extremely bright light behind him. Even if Cyril turned his back, he felt that the light was very much like fire.

"boom--"

He heard it too.

Bruce cursed and looked back.

Cyril's back was stiff, and goose bumps appeared on his body, but he didn't dare to look back.

It turned out that what the man said was true...

The author has something to say:

Bruce (confused): Why don't you look back?

Cyril (counseled to death): A real man, never look back at the explosion!