Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Bruce also didn't understand why he came so early to a party thrown by someone he didn't even know.

According to his usual practice, this time is very early.

The time written on the invitation letter was half an hour ago, but Bruce.When did Wayne show up on time?Never showing up or rushing at the end of the party is the impression that people have of him. From this perspective, being late for half an hour is like drizzle, and it doesn't matter at all.

There is still a lot of work to be done in the Batcave. Building a military base by one person—yes, this is the essence of the Batcave, a small military base—is still too much work to be undertaken. Bruce’s own preliminary The idea was to build slowly bit by bit, starting from a rough place, and then gradually improving over time, and finally took one to two years to achieve the effect he wanted.

Originally everything was reasonable and there was nothing wrong with it.

Including his own estimation of Wayne Group's technology and the reconstruction that Wayne Mansion can afford, including how to transport materials from the laboratory in a concealed way, how to short a large amount of money in the company's financial budget, everything is in question. It was very well arranged.

During these years of wandering, Bruce did not delay himself for a single day. Not only was he exercising his physical fitness, learning the skills of spies and detectives, but he was also seizing all the time to eagerly understand the status quo of technological development. Regarding the Batcave, every plan in his mind was very important. After a lot of tempering, from plan A to plan Z, he thought he had considered everything, but the only thing he didn't consider was the good relationship between Wayne Group and Ayer Group.

Well, after all, he is only a human being, and it is impossible to know everything. There are too many things that need his attention and understanding. Out of trust in Afu and Lucius, he didn't pay much attention to the development of Wayne Group.

In the beginning, Ayer Group was nothing more than a business partner in his heart. It wasn't until he returned home, and the reports of more than ten years away from home were stuffed in front of him, that Bruce suddenly realized...

No, his predictions about the technology he currently has are wrong.

Some of the materials that he conceived to be at least five years away had already been developed as a result of Al and Wayne's collaborative laboratory.

For example, in his design of the bat uniform, the cloak on the back of the basic version of the bat uniform is only used as an aid to adjust the direction and increase the air resistance when landing, because the current folding skeleton with enough bearing capacity is either too heavy or not tough enough , so his cloak can't allow him to slide down from a high place, but this kind of high-tech material has appeared, and the cost is so high that Wayne can fully afford it.

For example, for the breastplate he designed, the most ideal material is vibranium—an extraterrestrial meteorite fell in the African country of Wakanda many years ago, and the ore formed from it is vibranium.

It is one of the strongest metal materials known in the world, and the only metal with its equal name is Edman metal, both of which can withstand nuclear bomb-level attacks.

It's a pity that Edman metal itself is highly toxic and too brittle. Compared with vibration metal, it has strong toughness and plasticity, and vibration metal can also absorb energy from the blow, effectively slowing down the shock caused by the huge impact.

For the same bullet, Edman metal itself will not be shattered by bearing it, but the impact force will shatter the fragile ribs of the human body, while Zhenjin has no such worries. These characteristics make it very suitable for making anti-bullet bullets. Breastplate of blows.

In fact, Captain America's shield is made of vibranium.

And that shield used up all the vibration gold reserves of the US emperor.

Such a precious metal that will never be available once it is used up is of course strictly controlled. As early as more than a decade ago, vibranium was listed as a mineral that was not allowed to be exported. The king of Wakanda had strict rules on the use of vibranium. and spare no effort to recover those ownerless vibrating gold. The vibrating gold circulated on the black market is either imitation or mixed with a lot of impurities, making it difficult to purify.

Even Lei Xiao, the master of the League of Assassins.profound.Gu, this old monster who has lived for thousands of years, only has a small piece of vibrating gold the size of a baby's fist.

Bruce has no plans to go to Wakanda, Africa, and use illegal means to get a vibrating gold.

Vibration gold is precious, and Wakanda's rewards and hunts are more difficult, not to mention the characteristics of vibrating gold are so obvious. If Wakanda loses a piece of vibrating gold, Batman in Gotham will use vibrating gold soon. As a material for uniforms, high rewards will fill Gotham with mercenaries from all over the world.

But when Bruce was counting the gifts from the Ayer Group, he found a piece of high-purity vibrating gold the size of an adult man's fist in a gift box with a black bow!

There is also a handwritten greeting card on the gift box: "Happy Birthday Bruce Wayne (smiley face)."

Signed "Karl Eyre".

Bruce had mixed feelings in his heart, a little happy and a little confused, and more of a kind of dizzy astonishment that was surprised by the surprise from the sky.

After all, even Batman wouldn't consider this kind of thing like "I lack a rare and rare material in the world, and then someone gave this material as a gift"-the probability is about the same as the beauty of millions of dollars falling from the sky when I go out. The banknotes are almost the same.

Holding a delicate emotion, he found out all the information from Carl.Al's gift box.

Every year he receives gifts from that Master Al. These things are properly packed by Afu on a separate display shelf. Looking at the same thing, the packaging of each gift box is similar, with royal blue wrapping paper on it. Tie a bow with a black ribbon, and attach a greeting card with the exact same birthday message.

But those cards are there every year, in a different handwriting, from childish to grown-up.

Looking at the five greeting cards, they seemed to be able to outline the growth of a teenager.

Moved to tears?Never.

But knowing that someone in a distant place really cares about him, whether it is out of courtesy or not, Bruce, who is still very young, really feels a warm warmth in his heart.

Zhenjin was unpacked from the latest gift box, leaving no words except the greeting cards. Bruce looked at the greeting cards one by one, took them off and put them together, and then unwrapped them against time.

The penultimate gift box contained a thumb-length green rock that the scanner showed was an extraterrestrial meteorite.

The penultimate gift box contained a slender rope. Its structure could not be analyzed, but according to system estimates, this thin rope as thick as spider silk could bear a weight of about twenty tons.

The penultimate gift box contains two books, "How to Express Your Emotions Correctly" and "How to Get Along with Your Children"... What's the mess?

The last gift box was the lightest, as light as if it was empty.Bruce weighed it in some surprise, and opened it. There were only a few thin sheets of paper inside, which recorded a brand-new and unprecedented monitoring system in detail. Bruce finished reading in a hurry, his brain was running fast, and his first reaction was If it can be installed in every corner of Gotham——

Yes, no problem, it can be done completely, it has small size, low energy consumption, and large storage capacity, and it has no disadvantages except that it is expensive.

He stared blankly at it, and on the last page of the monitoring system, a string of handwritten phone numbers pierced his eyes.

Bruce was never willing to speak his mind, it was too difficult for him, but maybe these five gift boxes with handwritten greeting cards are the party that Aff recommended him to come to the party, and he ended up rushing too reason.

It was only getting dark, and through the fence, Bruce had already seen the bright lights in Ayer Manor.

"What's the legal drinking age at the Cosmopolitan?" Tony asked mockingly.

He was holding a goblet in his hand, and Louise was holding him as a female companion, and she was also holding a slender goblet, especially for Alexander and Rao. Among them, Alexander drank the most, his There was already a slight blush on his face.

"Twenty years old." Lex answered Tony's words.

He held the wine glass lightly, as if he was holding a piece of peerless jade, a unparalleled gem in his hand.

The slender fingers curled gracefully slowly swayed the dark red wine, the light and shadow of the wine imprinted on his fingertips, Carl stared at the glass in Lex's hand with wide eyes—or at His fingers showed a slightly hesitant expression.

He seemed to have been bewitched, hesitating, but eager to try.

Lex raised his head slightly to look at Carl, and slowly adjusted the movements of his hands. The crimson wine slid gently over his pale hands, like a strand of red silk wrapped around his fingers.

Carl bit his lip, sinking his white upper teeth into his lower lip.

"Taste, honey," Lex said, eagerly lifting the glass to Cal's lips.

Carl glanced at him, and the smile on Lex's face widened, but there was nothing seductive about it.

"Are we just watching? Are we just watching like this?" Tony asked Alexander in a low voice, his tone was a little sad, "I really can't stand it anymore!"

Alexander laughed without saying a word, while Louise rolled her eyes and said coolly, "If you can't watch it, why are you watching?"

Just across from them, Carl and Lex, who seemed to be in another world, were still competing with this glass of red wine. Carl hesitated, deliberated for a while, and then slowly took a sip of the wine in the glass.

Then he let go of the glass quickly, as if he had made some mistake by taking that sip of red wine.

"Good job, Honey," Lex smiled and made a toast gesture, "First time trying to drink, huh? How does it taste?"

He brought the glass to his lips and took a sip.

"It's better than I imagined." Carl smiled sweetly at him, and after just a sip of wine, his face was already a little red, and his eyes were a little hazy.

Bruce, who has already entered Metropolis, feels that Metropolis has nothing in common with Gotham.

The sky of Metropolis is as spotless as a neat canvas, while Gotham, which is rainy all year round, can hardly distinguish day and night under the cover of thick dark clouds.