The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

"You know each other?" Desiree put the newly bought ingredients into the refrigerator and greeted, "Come in and sit down, Derek, go get a pair of slippers for my hero."

"Mr. Augu on the plane?" The chocolate-colored handsome man raised his thick eyebrows in surprise when he saw the person coming.In any case, meeting a partner who had fought side by side, even if it was temporarily, was a joyful thing after all, and even the frowning face that had been frowning because of the case in the past few days also relaxed.

But... "What have you done to be called a hero by our proud little princess?" Morgan knew his sister, she was not a lady in any sense, he frowned thoughtfully, and looked sideways. He opened his body and led people into the house.

Morgan's house is not considered big in Gotham, and even in the slums, it is only above average, but it is full of warmth and sweetness, and it can be seen that the owner has put a lot of thought into it.This place is very different from the poor and gloomy atmosphere of the slums, but it seems a bit out of place.

Wilson put on his slippers, and there was surprise in his tone, "I didn't expect the elites of the FBI to live here, in the darkest corner of the crime city. But for girls, settling here is not a good thing." He glanced at Morgan, meaning something.

Morgan's heart skipped a beat, thinking more or less of what happened to his sister.

"There are traces of my father here, and my mother is reluctant to move away." Desiree smiled and brought a stack of fruits, adding to the topic.

Morgan frowned, with disapproval on his face, "Why didn't you tell me when you were in trouble."

"Come on, Derek, you know Rodney, he just talks and pushes a few times, but it's not a problem. Didn't you play very well when you were young, why every time you meet now, it feels like gunpowder. Perfect?" She said and glared at Morgan in disapproval.

Annoyed, Morgan inserted an apple and swallowed it viciously, "Obviously, I studied football, went to college, and finally became an FBI. I learned Desiree well. In the eyes of those people, I am A traitor." He shrugged, "The next time that guy comes looking for you, just let me know."

"Then let you find him for a fight?" Desiree rolled her eyes, pushed her brother away, sat next to Wilson, and changed the subject, "How do you two know each other? Derry That guy Ke didn't tell us anything!"

Although Rodney was a bit of a mess and always talkative, Derek Morgan was away all year round. Without this group of people, the three of them, mother and daughter, would have to survive in the slums, which would not be as easy as it is now.They were well aware of this, so even if Rodney had resentment towards Derek's departure, and the two would make rude remarks every time they met and the situation would be tense, the Morgan family would not regard these black people as enemies.

After all, no one can forget the time when they were young, when they hooked up, cried and laughed together, roamed the streets and alleys together, and were chased and beaten by gangsters.Morgan wrinkled his nose in distaste, and felt that the green apple in his mouth became unpalatable.

Wilson watched a heart-abuse drama calmly, only feeling satisfied.

Morgan answered the phone and was called away by Bau's colleagues early on. Wilson stayed for a long time until he had afternoon tea with the ladies before leaving under their reluctant eyes.Of course, he didn't forget to make some disguises before leaving, such as borrowing a Morgan's black jacket, putting on a hood, and changing his walking posture, so that the probability of being discovered will be greatly reduced.

Calmly looking at the time, Wilson calculated the time of his disappearance, and guessed that Talia's end probably had returned without success, so he was relieved.

……

As the evening approached, Wilson lowered the brim of his hat, allowing the leather hood to cover his face more deeply, and walked carefully in the shadows.

Stepping out of the slums, the bustling Gotham gradually appeared in front of him. Wilson walked towards the city center with his hands in his pockets, thinking about the deadlocked case.

They don't have much information. The identity of the website builder of the sac club is still unknown, and no more inside information has been dug out from Alan White, except that the website was built 13 years ago, and the first one called "crime" The author of the "Guidebook" post probably has a lot to do with the site builder and knows almost nothing about it.

Oh, and maybe I should add that the bau hacked the address of the person who posted it 13 years ago, but the home was always owned by Alan White, an ordinary rapist who bears no resemblance to the profile.

The profiles did not match, the evidence contradicted, and the clues were interrupted so far. Everything seemed to be shrouded in a mist and could not be figured out. Wilson exhaled, feeling his head was as big as a bucket.

Before he could figure it out, the phone rang again suddenly. Wilson glanced at the caller ID and pressed answer in surprise.

"bat?"

'Where are you? '

Looking left and right, focusing on the top floor of the towering building in front of the left, Wilson grinned at the line of cursive characters inlaid with gold.where?Coincidentally, in less than 500 meters, he might meet Batman, if the other party's current identity is Wayne and he hasn't missed work.However, when the words came to his lips, thinking that the other party didn't know that he had already discovered his identity, Wilson had no choice but to say: "Wayne Building is in front of me. When I call at this time, I can only guess that there is a new breakthrough in the case?"

'very good. 'Batman speaks fast,' bau deciphered the mask. '

Bau's technicians have been tracking the website builder of the sac club. Wilson really didn't expect that the other party would succeed in deciphering it so quickly, "So? That guy..."

'237 Fifth Avenue. 'Batman didn't give Wilson a chance to finish his question,' a new energy company registered by Miranda Tate, an outsider. 'The noise on the phone became more and more obvious, and the engine of the Batmobile could be heard,'I will catch up with Tate in a moment, you go to 237 immediately, I need you to watch the energy company, before the police arrive Don't let any one go! '

No. 237 is only half a street away from Wayne Building, no wonder Batman said it was very good when he mentioned the location just now.Wilson put his mobile phone back, jumped a few times on the spot, and did some preparatory exercises perfunctorily, then lowered his body, and rushed out by rubbing against the wall.

When he arrived at the energy company, it was the time for the employees to get off work. Wilson thought that his task was very difficult, but he didn't expect to wait until dark, and none of the employees left.

This company is definitely weird. Even if the black hand behind the scenes they tracked down was established 13 years ago, and the company had just been established, it could not dispel Wilson's suspicion.

This energy building connected to the factory is like a base. The closed gate prevents people from leaving without reason, and also rejects prying eyes of outsiders.Wilson, who grew up with the old man, is all too familiar with all this.

Although the weather is calm now, when the hunted director gives an order, the 'employees' on standby in the energy building will probably rush out to support. Wilson thought about this and dared not relax at all.

Suddenly, there was a strange sound at the entrance of the building. Wilson shrank into the shadows, followed the sound, and couldn't help but hesitate, "Lanny?"

Lenny Luke's arms stretched out in the freezer were about to break, and he managed to hold the wand with great difficulty, and his mouth was dry after reading, and then he untied the restraints with the wand that was about to be scrapped, and ran all the way out.I don't know how many people passed out, and I can't count how many doors were opened in Alahuo Cave. He finally breathed the free air outside.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw a group of well-equipped muscular men rushing towards him. Lenny's heart trembled, and he quickly waved his wand, said a few words about obstacles, and then locked the door.

Lenny slid down to the ground with his back against the door. As soon as he relaxed, his whole body softened. He let out a long sigh of relief and looked around.

Fortunately, it is night now, there are not many pedestrians wandering on the road, and it is difficult for the occasional passing vehicles to notice the chaos on their side.Even if he noticed, Lanny believed that Gotham people would not be nosy, so he looked around and focused his eyes on the front, and then his body froze.

A black jacket shrouded in shadow slowly came out, Lenny tensed up his guard, but after the other party pulled down the hood to reveal his face, he was surprised and discouraged, "Wilson, you are here to save me ?”

"Have you been kidnapped here?" Wilson's expression was complicated beyond description, "Talia kidnapped you, Talia is the head of the energy company, and Talia is Miranda...so Batman is chasing you. The person is my sister?"

wtf!

Wilson grabbed a few handfuls of hair rudely, only to feel that life was hopeless.

"Where are you going?"

"There is a problem with the investigation, I have to stop the battle first." Wilson said without looking back.

Lenny tried his best to sit up straight, but he had been tense for too long, and once he relaxed, it was difficult to get tense again. He could only watch the other party leave, and couldn't help him.

Wilson took out his mobile phone while running. He had to at least prevent those people from playing too high. After all, the sister who grew up with the ninja master was not a good person. In addition, Bane with amazing physical strength and fully equipped Batman On the other hand, it is impossible for anyone to easily subdue the other party. I am afraid that both parties will have to pay a painful price.

The phone dialed but no one answered. Batman was probably in a fierce battle. Wilson pressed his thumping forehead, not caring about being exposed or not, and he didn't have time to think about what Batman would do when he found out his identity. What kind of expression was it, and he dialed the phone directly to Wayne's old butler, "Listen Alfred, I want to know the exact location of Batman, this battle is meaningless, I don't want to see unnecessary casualties, whether it is Bruce, still my sister."

sister.

Wilson suddenly felt that this word was actually not as difficult to say as he thought.