Is boyfriend the dark knight today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce moved his fingers uncomfortably, and his drowsy consciousness gradually gathered into his body.Out of some instinct, he didn't open his eyes immediately, but used other senses to observe his surroundings.

There is a faint scent of perfume lingering on the tip of the nose, but it is not a common men's perfume, but a women's perfume with floral and fruity notes as the main tone.In addition, he smelled incense - as if he was in a hotel or someone's room who liked the smell of incense.

There is no sound around.This meant that at least until someone came, he was safe. Bruce was slightly relieved, and was about to open his eyes and look around.

'Click' His eyes just opened a slit when there was a knock on the door.

Judging from the coolness of the breeze blowing on the body, it seems that someone pushed the door open.The man's body instinctively closed his eyes faster than his rationality, slowed down his breathing, and pretended to be still in a coma.

In the end what happened?Bruce wondered silently, what could have caused him to be in this place barely naked and with no memory of who he was?He thought about what he had just done—when waking up from a coma, the first reaction of an ordinary person would never be to observe the environment with his eyes closed. This must be the result of training.But ordinary soldiers probably wouldn't be able to distinguish the smell of perfume so clearly... Then who is he?agent?spy?killer?

Thoughts in his mind turned back and forth, but on the surface he still pretended to be in a coma realistically, and felt the two people walking in - hearing the sound of footsteps, they were undoubtedly men.The breathing is even, but the footsteps are uneven.Received some training, but not very organized.Bruce felt a soft touch, as if they had wrapped themselves in a blanket, curled up.

"Be careful, the medicine they use is not very effective." He heard one of them say in the language of a small country in West Asia.

"Didn't you say it was voluntary? Why do you still need to take medicine?" Another voice was puzzled.

His body was pushed a few times, and then a sense of weightlessness hit him.

"Oh, I didn't know he was so heavy before." The first voice complained in a low voice, and for a moment, there was a mysterious smile in his voice—"Pharmaceuticals are fun for the bosses, you don't know."

I don't understand either.Bruce was carried on the shoulders by two people, thinking calmly.

Probably because the people outside the door were not with them, the two of them stopped communicating after walking a few steps.Bruce heard a few footsteps around him, and these footsteps sounded more orderly than the two people carrying him.Given his current situation, this is not good news.

The surrounding atmosphere is somewhat depressing.Bruce heard the subconsciously light breathing of the two people who were carrying him—it sounded like their relationship wasn't very good, no, it should be that the people who were going to accept him were wary of these two people and they felt the pressure.

Bruce was wrapped naked in the blanket, closing his eyes to integrate the information he had obtained so far.

From the current point of view, I should be a "gift" from a certain force to a certain person in power of another force, and the latter is obviously not a simple role-this can be seen from these well-trained subordinates come out.At least, these two forces shouldn't be in a hostile relationship, but the vigilance of those who 'transport' themselves has not relaxed at all.

And this obviously can't be a simple 'gift' identity...

The ups and downs of footsteps stopped.

Almost at the same time, Bruce withdrew his scattered thoughts and focused all his attention on his side.

"Give him to us." A stern voice said, and before the two people who were carrying him could make a sound, Bruce felt a pair of hands lift him up, and he fell into the hands of another person following the slanted angle of his arms .

Probably the weight of the 'gift' was a little unexpected. Bruce also felt the person holding him shake uncontrollably, but he quickly reacted, stabilized his body, and started to move forward with him in his arms.

He probably came to another room, he speculated.It sounds like this faction B is quite vigilant, and even in this relatively friendly situation, people from force A are not allowed to enter the room of their leader—or the status of this person in power is too high to cause any surprises.

There was a soft knock on the door, and the bodyguard who was holding him took another few steps, and put Bruce in his arms on the bed.

It sounded like a fairly large room, and the man lay motionless, as if he hadn't noticed that the blanket wrapped around him had been loosened.He felt a glance, probably the bodyguard, and then a thin layer of cloth that seemed to be gauze was covered on his body.

Footsteps, doors closing.

Bruce lay peacefully for dozens of seconds, making sure that there was no second breathing sound in the room, and then opened his eyes to look around.

Not beyond his expectation, this is a quite spacious room, definitely the most luxurious one in the hotel.The man's sharp, steel-blue eyes glanced left and right.

The doors in the room should be connected to the cloakroom, study room, washroom and the previous entrance—mostly the living room. He is [-]% sure that those people are guarding the door of this bedroom, so he must be more cautious.A well-sound-proof room will prevent the bodyguards from hearing his subtle movements, but similarly, Bruce will not be able to hear the footsteps outside. If he accepts that his "power" is coming at this time, the reaction time given to him is only The second or two of opening the door.

He twirled his fingers, frowned, sat up on the mattress, and rolled out of bed lightly.

There are currently several doubts in this matter—from the previous conversation between the two people, it can be seen that he was given certain drugs with an anesthetic effect, but his body did not feel any way it should, even if the amount was small, This is also wrong.In addition, his weight was obviously beyond the expectations of the two people who were carrying it, which meant that the person who should have been sent over might have been swapped by himself.besides……

He walked around the room lightly, even tapping on the wall to judge its thickness.

After a brief search, but found no useful clues, the man was about to go back to the bed and pretend to be unconscious—no matter who he is, at least for now, he is probably a 'mission target' Everyone should have some clues.And he doesn't expect the other party to be a person who has no ability to resist. In this way, the identity he replaces is an excellent one to relax vigilance...

subtle sound.

Bruce paused as he was about to leave the cloakroom, silently withdrew his half-protruded toes, and quickly hid behind the door.

Another detail, he thought, there were solid wooden hangers behind him, but he didn't instinctively reach for them, his body seemed more used to hand-to-hand combat.

The man huddled in the shadows, listening to the movement outside without moving.He knew that according to the structure of the room, as long as the other party stood at the door of the room, he would find that there was no one on the bed——

One second, two seconds.

Dawn stared at the messy mass of black chain link lace on the big bed, raised the corners of his mouth, and closed the bedroom door behind his back.

Da, da, he didn't seem to realize what was wrong, the footsteps only paused slightly, and then resumed their unhurried rhythm.

"Come out, Xiao Mi," the man's voice sounded a little lazy, as if he was drunk, with magnetic ambiguity, like some kind of ambiguous flirting, "I don't like peek-a-boo. But not interested."

Bruce's blue eyes watched the doorway to the bedroom warily, and he took a breath.Hearing the sound of footsteps, the other party will appear in his sight after taking another step...

But the footsteps stopped.

"Come out." The voice coaxed again, there was no sense of urgency, and it didn't sound hostile.

Bruce hesitated.He knew that there was only one person in the bedroom, and the other person walked in so relaxedly after finding out that something was wrong, either because he was so stupid that he didn't think there was a problem at all, or because he had some hole cards.As for himself, let alone weapons, he didn't even have a piece of cloth...

"I have no malice." He raised his hands to his head and walked out frankly.

The person standing outside seemed not at all surprised that another person would come out of the cloakroom not far in front of him, which made Bruce secretly raise his vigilance.He deliberately lowered his breath when he heard the movement, but the other party acted as if he already knew where he was hiding.

The two looked at each other.

Without paying too much attention to his appearance, Bruce's eyes quickly estimated the other person's fighting strength from the muscle lines that could still be vaguely seen under the shirt and vest, and then turned his gaze to the man's face again.

"I mean no harm," he repeated, slowly lowering his hand.

"That's not a problem, please sit down, sir." Dawn replied casually, pointing his eyes to the bed Bruce had been lying on before, with a vague smile still hanging from the corner of his mouth, "If you care, I remember the bed in the closet. There will be bathrobes."

Bruce doesn't say anything, in fact, he's almost completely forgotten about it by the previous situation.

He turned back and put on his bathrobe without saying a word, and sat down on the edge of the bed obediently according to Dawn's previous gesture.

Even if he doesn't have any impression of his previous identity, it doesn't affect Bruce's ability to discern the current situation.Obviously, he is the one who asks for others now. Since the other party has not shown hostility for the time being, there is no need for him to violate some innocuous small requests.

The man is clearly pleased with his submission.Bruce noticed that the other's posture relaxed a little.

"Well, why don't you answer a little question first," he said, looking interested. "Clarion is 20 years old, weighs 120 pounds, and has green eyes. Who are you?"

As he spoke, his eyes flicked across the mattress Bruce was sitting on, which was denting a large piece due to the weight.

Bruce sat on the bed, also aware of Dawn's hint.His muscles are well-proportioned, and he is definitely more than two hundred pounds strong. At this moment, he opened a pair of bright blue eyes and tried to make the other party feel his sincerity as much as possible: "I don't know either."

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[Hint: There are many foreshadowings in this article, you may miss the plot if you skip to see it]

The next new article asks for advance receipt: Chaoying can’t push [Comprehensive Yingmei]——The protagonists of the fanfiction I’ve seen all appear next to Chaoying, and I’m just a newbie, what should I do?

[The following is the copy]

One day, the protagonist travels to the side of the god/goddess he has always wanted to meet, and is happily and expectantly ready to meet the god/goddess.

Then I found that all the protagonists in the fanfiction I had seen before were all!department!All!exist!

Group pet mode:

Today, the sister chef at the Chinese restaurant next door brought me a takeaway!

The doctor girl in Hydra rubbed my head again!

Chat and blow bubbles with Nini!

Today is also a happy little coquette!

cp powder mode:

As a baji fan of Kodundong, how did I fall into the world of the US team... Huh huh, give me back!

Shura field mode:

——The protagonist, who took the route of villains falling in love and killing each other, smiled and encouraged her: If my sister can, let her go, don't worry about my sister.

The protagonist tentatively approached the male god...

Turning his head suddenly, the big brother who had a smile on his face just now: sister can do it, of course sister can too... [Smile gradually becomes scary]

note:

The mode of each world is not fixed, and the copy is for reference only.

Each world is a new superhero and a new protagonist.

Not necessarily with Chaoying.

OOC possibility exists.

The timeline is chaotic.

Refuse to be empty-handed.