[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

Crime capital, Gotham.

Row upon row of high-rise buildings cast long and narrow shadows, and those winding and dark alleys were as dirty as I remembered.It seems to be a chronic disease left when the city was completed, and the roads here are always soaked in sewage from nowhere, making them extremely muddy.

The exhaust gas of industrialization has smudged the sky into a hazy yellow. The sky here is always gray. I don't know whether it is smog or cloud. The dim color covers the sky, and even the sun that should be bright has faded its brilliance.

It was as if even the sun had abandoned the city.

Bruce thought.

The eldest son of the Wayne family, the sole heir of billions of dollars, is now wearing an old jacket and a black woolen hat, with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, like an idler with nothing to do Walk the streets of Gotham City.

Bruce Wayne left Gotham City at the age of 13. To his surprise—or rather to his surprise—when he returned 12 years later, the city with the highest crime rate in the United States had a surprisingly high crime rate. taller than when he left.

Without saying a word, he passed among the idle hippies in Robinson Park, struggled with difficulty to get away from the hands of the drug addicts who tried to grab him at the Finger Memorial, and carefully stepped over the piles of brains crowded in Sprang A homeless man in front of a charity, finally arrives at his destination.

The most chaotic and worst place in Gotham - the East End.

For today's secret investigation of the Eastern District, Bruce Wayne forged the itinerary and changed his outfit.Not only did he change his skin tone and cover his hair with a hat, but he purposely put a long fake scar on his jaw—a striking feature that helps distract people from what they look like.This is what Bruce Wayne learned in his wandering years.

He changed his gait, walking more like a loafer than a gentleman, stooping a little so that his bulk would not stand out so much.

Bruce walked forward while observing the surrounding environment calmly.

incredible.

Bruce thought.

It's even worse in here.

A sarcasm almost appeared on his face, but he restrained himself because of the fake scar pasted on his jaw.

The signboards of countless custom shops flashed cheap neon lights in the twilight, and the lights hit the dirty walls and roads, as well as the faces of passers-by.

The dim light could not illuminate the faces of the prostitutes standing on the street soliciting customers. They also wore cheap leather jackets and skirts in such cold weather. Their thighs wrapped in fishnet stockings were frozen stiff, with numb The look to flirt with every car parked on the side of the road.

The Yaotou and the gangsters, whose identities were easy to identify, silently leaned against the corners and under the eaves, watching the passers-by cautiously from the shadows.

All these grotesque scenes made people feel as if they had strayed into some foreign land.

I don't know if it's Bruce's illusion, but there seems to be more eyes on him. I don't know if it's because of his face, or the long scar on his face.

A small hand suddenly grabbed his sleeve.

"How about giving you a break?"

It was a little girl up to his elbow, maybe a little higher than his waist.

Such a small girl...

However, before he could say anything, the sound of arguing in front of him attracted his attention.

"Please let me go!"

Bruce found the young woman's voice somewhat familiar.He subconsciously looked in that direction, and what caught his eyes was the bright long hair that made him feel more and more familiar.

After seeing the slender figure clearly, Bruce Wayne's expression changed suddenly.

Euphemia.

Although (the person who appeared in the Eastern District in disguise) is not qualified to ask this question, why does the eldest lady of the Britannia family appear in such a place?

Euphemia's appearance in the East District is no different from a drop of water falling into a pot of oil.

Whether it's her neat clothes or her beautiful appearance, they are out of tune with this street and are extremely abrupt.

It's like a white sheep strayed into a herd of hyenas.

Seeing the eyes of the people around her looking at her, Bruce has no doubt that they will rush up immediately, plunder this young lady, and even devour her.

"Shut up! Bitch! Follow me!"

Sure enough, the man who was pulling Euphemia roared at her, stretched out a thick arm full of tattoos, and was about to pull her hair.From his cloudy eyes and ferocious expression, it is not difficult to guess what will happen to this young lady after he is dragged to the dirty alley behind him.

Of course, none of the onlookers had any intention of stopping this atrocity. Judging from their hidden malicious eyes, many of them were still expecting something worse to happen, and even eager to get a share of it. It's good to watch something lively if you can't get it.

For the people here, innocence and weakness are original sins.

Seeing that the hand had already grabbed Euphemia's long hair, Bruce subconsciously walked in that direction, regardless of whether this young lady wanted to experience life at the bottom on a whim, or was tricked into coming to such a place by someone, He couldn't watch an innocent woman in danger.

However, the eldest lady moved faster than Bruce.

"My old lady told you to let go, are you deaf?!"

As soon as she lifted her leg, she kicked the man with the flowery arm... an indescribable part.

The solid muffled sound made all the men present feel a chill between their legs at the same time.

It seems that she was unprepared for this young lady, who is so weak no matter how you look at it, would suddenly explode and hurt others. The man with the flower arm was kicked straight. From the man's tragic howl, it is not difficult to imagine how that indescribable part was hurt. severe damage.

While the flower-armed man was clutching his indescribable part and screaming in pain, Euphemia bent her elbow and hit him hard on the neck, knocking the man who was already vain. She staggered, and then she kicked his knees without hesitation, kicking this strong man who was probably twice her weight to the ground.

The ruthlessness and ferocity of her strikes are in stark contrast to her delicate appearance.

God, she looked so much more ladylike in that white cotton shirt and ginger dress, and she even had on those little white pumps.

"Pull my hair, don't you! You want to drag me to the alley, don't you! You want to hit me, don't you!?"

The originally neat bun was pulled crookedly by the man, and the messy sideburns were pressed against her cheeks. She seemed to be aroused by the pain. She gritted her teeth and kicked the man fiercely, kicking and kicking. This strong man didn't know whether to protect the top or the bottom for a while, so he could only roll in a ball all over the ground.

"Let you touch me! Let you touch me! I can't kill you today! Grandson! Are you convinced? Do you still dare to hit your grandfather? Ah? Give your grandfather another try?!"

"..."

Bruce Wayne silently looked away.

Without saying a word, he updated the file of [Euphemia L. Brittania] in his mind.

In short, let's delete the stereotype of "gentle, demure, dignified and generous" that the young lady left for him...

"Smelly, stinky bitch... Hiss! Just wait for me!"

The man seemed to have finally regained his breath. He blocked Euphemia's kicking foot with his arm in embarrassment, and growled at the accomplice who looked at him dumbfounded.

"Why are you standing still! Haven't caught her yet!"

After being yelled at by him, the little boys next to him recovered from the shock of the little white rabbit turning into a female tyrannosaurus, and immediately rushed forward, and surrounded Euphemia with their mouths dirty.

OK, now he has to do something.

Bruce Wayne took a few steps forward, stood in front of Euphemia, and stopped those people from grabbing her hand with his broad chest.

Of course, his legs also intervened between Euphemia and the man with the flowery arms, relying on his strong physique to separate the two, preventing the young lady from continuing to violence the man.

"It's not a man to embarrass a woman." With his hands still in his jacket pockets, Bruce raised his chin at the group of hooligans with unkind faces, "Don't you think so?"

He is provoking them.

While attracting unnecessary attention was against what Bruce was here for, it was the quickest way to take their target away from Euphemia.

"Go away, kid! Don't meddle in your own business! I'm going to give this little bitch some color today!"

The man came to shove him as he spoke, but Bruce grabbed his wrist.He folded his backhand and pushed hard, throwing the man several steps away.The other party got up from the ground with a flushed face, staring at him fiercely with bloodshot eyes.

"You want to be a hero, don't you? Okay, I will help you."

He threw away a switchblade, and rushed towards Bruce suddenly!

Bruce dodged the knife with a single turn, and even held Euphemia lowered his head with enough leeway to avoid the fists of other gangsters coming from the side.In those years when he traveled around the world, he studied with martial arts masters from all over the world and experienced the most rigorous training, which allowed him to easily grab the man with the flowery arms, and pinched his wrist holding the knife heavily. The pain caused the opponent to scream and let go.

"Knife is not a toy." He kicked the spring-loaded knife far away, and let the iron chain swung by others fall into the air, "The chain is not...well, in some cases it is .”

As he said that, he grabbed the chain that the other party had not had time to take back, and pulled the person on the other end of the chain towards him with all his strength, grabbed the other party's neck with one hand and the arm of the man with flowery arms, and shook their heads hard. With a knock, both of them fainted immediately.

"Damn it! This little whore! Oh—"

A scream sounded from behind him, and he turned around in shock, only to see another man collapsed in front of Euphemia, clutching that indescribable part.I don't know if it was because of too much force, one of her shoes flew out, and she could only stand on one foot in a bit of embarrassment.

"Phew..." She thrust her waist out of breath, "If you don't give me some power, you really think——Whatthefuck!"

Bruce: "..."

If Alfred heard this sentence...

He stopped imagining.

And it wasn't the crowd that made Euphemia utter this curse that didn't fit her image, but what was behind the crowd.

"Damn it, the police are here and run away!"

After cursing this sentence, the woman grabbed Bruce's wrist without hesitation, pulled him and ran away.The one who ran was fast, her soles were oily, and only one shoe left did not affect her speed at all. She looked like a person who had experienced street fights.The business is so proficient that it took even Bruce more than half a minute to keep up with her speed.

Why is she so skilled.

Bruce thought, confused.

Then he ran away with her.

...No way, if Bruce Wayne, who was supposed to have an affair with a Hollywood porn star in a hotel, was caught by the police in the East District, it would not be a question of alibi for nothing.

This may directly ruin Bruce Wayne's overall plan for the future.

So Bruce Wayne ran very seriously, and led Euphemia through the alleys and buildings-thankfully he memorized the topographic map of the East End-and barely lost the police.

"Huh, huh..."

When they stopped, both of them were out of breath.Euphemia squatted down directly. If the ground was not so dirty, she would probably have slumped on the ground.Bruce also supported his knees and panted for a while, before he finally managed to breathe properly and was able to speak normally.

"Just get here." He patted Euphemia on the shoulder and motioned her to look at the alley. "Out of this alley is the main road. You can stop a car there and leave. Don't come to the East District again. This is not a place for a lady like you to come."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The young woman wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked up, stunned when she saw him.

"Bruce?"

Bruce Wayne suddenly lost his horse: "..."

To die.

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