[Comprehensive British and American] Bat family's small bat dart

Did Batman bring Beta with him that night? It wasn't just for this day. In the following week, Beta didn't even get the qualification to go out with him.

She turned into a salted fish and collapsed on the sofa motionless.

lost hope of life jg

After a week of this kind of life, she can even face Robin's fault finding and ridicule.

Today is the time for Baby Bruce to go out. As always, it was close to noon before getting up from the bed with difficulty, buried his head in the pillow, and reached out to beat off the non-stop ringing alarm clock, but ended up fumbling around on the bedside table. Not only did he fail to touch the alarm clock during the whole circle, he almost fell out of bed with himself.

Wake up instantly!

When he woke up, a strand of messy hair curled up, and Bruce looked up, with unconscious mist gathering in his eyes, and a few more physiological glints in his eyes, which made his eyes a little less sharp, just like the early morning Diffuse dew, clean and beautiful and very attractive.

He deserves to be the one who can cover himself with Brucey's baby and never be exposed.

Darter, who hid himself in the pocket of the other party's suit jacket hanging on the hanger, sneaked out his head and swallowed subconsciously.

"Master, you are finally awake."

As soon as Ah Fu opened the curtains, the dazzling sunlight at noon came in, with scorching warmth, holding the alarm clock that should have been on his bedside, with the big eleven o'clock lettering on it silently watching him.

Bruce blinked, this time he was really awake, he quickly tidied himself up, his head was still aching when he just woke up.

After getting out of the quilt, someone's perfect upper body bumped into the sight of a peeping peeper. In order not to expose himself due to discoloration, Dart could only regretfully put his head back into his coat pocket.

"I don't think the board of directors will blame you for being late. You can slow down and maybe catch the end of the meeting."

A Fu laughed coldly. The board of directors probably had no hope for Bruce Wayne's reliability. This is also in line with Bruce Wayne's idiot president personality.

It was rare for him to have a guilty conscience. Bruce remembered that he promised Lucius to participate in today's board meeting on the phone yesterday. God knows what he said was the truth!

"There's no need to prepare breakfast for me, I'll just rush over for lunch now."

After tidying himself up, Bruce grabbed the coat on the shelf and went out, feeling himself moving, and the quiet chicken in his pocket was a little excited.

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From Mr. Fox to the security guards of the building, everyone in the Wayne Group knows that the number of times their dear president visits the group is simply a handful.

When the front desk pretended to work hard, but actually played games seriously, when she looked up, she saw the deep blue eyes of their tall, handsome but idiot CEO. She quickly turned off the game interface and said hello to the CEO. But today, while playing games, they ran into their president who hadn't come in 800 years?

Fortunately, Mr. Wayne didn't seem to notice anything, didn't stay long, nodded perfunctorily, and strode straight to the meeting room, even ignoring the good-looking receptionist.

The sun is really coming out from the west, and the president will come to the group!

The moment Bruce opened the door, the board members thought the same.

"You're finally here, Bruce. I thought I'd see you only after the end. Do you want to listen to what we've finalized?"

When Bruce promised to come down and attend on time yesterday, Lucius did not report any hope. At this time, he was the only one who could calmly tease.

"No."

Of course Bruce refused, he evoked an empty and stupid smile, waved his hands indifferently, swaggered to find a place to sit down, adjusted to a comfortable sleeping position, half-lying and half-relying lazily said, "Go on, don't worry about me .”

Very arrogant.

The board meeting continued. Of course, no one cared about him, so he added a beautiful background board. Everyone took it for granted. Some people glanced at Lucius Fox, who was at the top, and even secretly thought that one day the Wayne Group would Become the Fox Group.

Bruce was drowsy, until the meeting was over, Lucius' voice rang in his ears, and he looked up in a daze, blinking blankly.

"Since my old bones really can't take care of both sides, I took it upon myself to find a reliable secretary for you to handle some unimportant affairs. Do you want to see her in person?"

Lucius' resentment was about to overflow the screen, Bruce shuddered reflexively, blinked, and did not refuse.

The newly recruited secretary has a perfect figure and beautiful red hair. She stands upright with a perfect bulge and back. She is dressed professionally, capable and professional. Bruce meets her eyes and winks at each other seductively. .

"Where did you find such a beautiful secretary? Now I think your decision is absolutely correct!"

Although I was talking to Lucius, but the eyes

God has never left Miss Secretary, and when the other party took advantage of Lucius' inattention and secretly winked at him in response, Baby Bruce gasped and clutched his chest, as if hit by an arrow.

Miss Secretary evoked a mature and beautiful smile.

Lucius felt that there were probably a few more gray hairs on his head, and knowing that this was done on purpose didn't prevent him from having a headache at the moment.

Please, don't turn the excellent secretary he worked so hard into into a cover girl-he doesn't want to find another one!

"This is Ms. Natalie Rushman. She has a postgraduate diploma from Columbia University and knows seven foreign languages ​​including German, French, and Japanese. She has worked as an intern at Stark Industries and Luthor Group in New York. She is a very good lady. .”

Lucius solemnly introduced Ms. Rushman's resume, threateningly refused Bruce to continue flirting, and finally had to change.

Bruce curled his lips, nodded at him perfunctorily, and turned to Miss Rushman with a bright smile, "Has Natalie had lunch? Do you want to come together?"

He walked over and took Natalie's hand with a natural expression, leaving only Lucius' desolate and lonely figure behind him.

Calm down, calm down, it's all Bruce in disguise, you can calm down Lucius

It took a lot of effort for Lucius to restrain his feeling that one Buddha would go out of his body and two Buddhas ascend to heaven.

"Thank you, boss." Natalie raised her red lips slightly, looking up at the person beside her with a sexy yet playful look. The two walked side by side, with an inexplicable sense of harmony.

Bruce felt the calluses on the palm of his palm, rubbed them subconsciously, frowned slightly, and his expression remained normal after a flash.

Pressing his doubts to the bottom of his heart, he wasn't going to ask anything.

As if feeling the rough touch of his palm and thinking of their similar hobbies, Natalie invited, "I heard Mr. Wayne, do you like extreme sports? I also occasionally go to play during vacations, maybe Can we be together next time?"

The timing of her mouth was just right, and her expression was so natural that Bruce couldn't see the slightest bit of unusualness in that face.

Either this Miss Rushman was as harmless as she appeared, or the man was a very good disguise.

Baby Brucey won't say no to a beautiful, like-minded woman, his eyes light up and his sultry words are at his fingertips "Of course! Next time I'll take you skydiving in my own private helicopter, you'll love this sport. I dare say that our encounter today is definitely an arrangement of fate

, dear Nana. "

Hey, hey, walking hormones, be careful, there's someone else here!

Although only the sound could be heard, Beta was inexplicably very unhappy. She folded the sharpest corner so that it would not prick her fingers, and then pushed forward without hesitation.

Bruce's hand in his pocket suddenly felt a tingling pain, as if it had been pricked by something?

Dart hum!

Bruce was at a loss, he didn't remember what sharp things were in his pocket?

While continuing to chat, the other hand was groping in the pocket of the coat calmly, and came across a cold thing, which felt a little familiar to the touch, and the shape, um, seemed a little familiar too?

Hey, where are you touching?

Before he could continue to figure it out, Mo Shu's fingers were suddenly slapped mercilessly by the metal wings, and the dart in his pocket resolutely stopped his fingers from groping her body.

What kind of hooligans are you playing in broad daylight?

Bruce "???"

I am more wronged than Dou E!

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Gotham is synonymous with Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the dark world. Even the unremarkable, dark and closed streets are very particular. There is a large unknown underground base below. The connection point is a bar in the corner. Erosion itself, able to go all the way down through the wine cellar behind the bar.

The upper and lower are like two worlds. When passing by a certain room, researchers in white coats coming and going will always look in a few more times. Even though they can't see anything through the iron gate, many people still enjoy it.

Behind the iron gate, a very old man with gray hair and glasses but a healthy body is the person in charge of this laboratory. He stands in front of the huge vertical glass jar and looks at the experimental subjects soaked in it. Others who are lucky enough to participate in this The research personnel performed their respective duties.

This is the "God Creation Project" laboratory, one of the craziest illegal human experimentation research centers, where geniuses and lunatics who attempt to create God by man gather.

In the solution in front of her was a woman with blond hair and blue eyes, her fair skin was so perfect that it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as a supernatural workmanship. The woman had golden curly hair like the warm sun, and a face that was beautiful enough without makeup. The holy taste that people dare not offend, silently in the nutrient solution with eyes closed, is a completely lifeless body.

From the front, it can be seen that the back of the woman is faintly visible. It seems that there are several pairs of translucent and gorgeous white wings. Even if there is a color difference through the yellow-green transparent nutrient solution, it does not hinder the appreciation of the above.

The holy breath, if you count carefully, you will find that the scene in front of you is like a seraph in myths and legends.

If that’s all it is, then the researcher controlling the computer next to him presses a button, and the tube connected to the woman’s body delivers another kind of black-red energy. Visible to the naked eye, the illusory white wings disappear, turning into a very A pair of black meat wings with devil characteristics, and translucent devil horns growing from the top of the woman's head, obviously looks exactly the same as before, but at this moment, there is an extra evil smell.

"Success!"

The researcher in front of the computer stared at the change of the target person, took off his glasses and threw them on the table, showing fanaticism.

"Not yet, Frank, calm down, we are still far away from success." The old man in charge of the laboratory stopped the young man, but his hands were actually trembling slightly, "Where is the last material? Complete the final stage The experiment was successful if it didn't repel or collapse."

Frank nodded, grabbed the walkie-talkie and couldn't hide his excited tone, "Let Lab No. [-] send things in! Immediately! We have completed the previous steps."

Laboratory No. [-] is in charge of extracting genes. The person in charge of this laboratory gasped when he heard the words, carefully picked up the extracted genes on the table and rushed out. No one cared about the "waste" after the extraction of genes—— Broken bones from grave digging.

The God-making Project, which started the project nearly 20 years ago, is only one step away from success until today.