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

The address of Al's main house was public, and it didn't take him long to find the entrance.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Bruce stopped the car at the door, wondering if he should call Carl or something, the sensor device in front of the door turned on a green light, the fence automatically slid open to both sides, the waiter in a black tuxedo The student greeted him and asked him to get off with a smile.

"The party's already started, right up front," said another waiter, standing in the corner, smiling standardly and cordially, without being rigid. "Follow me, please."

They walked along the quiet path for a few minutes, and the flickering lights around them barely illuminated the path under their feet. Perhaps he was worried that he would be dissatisfied with this. The waiter explained to him softly: "This is Mr. Al's special request. Yes, he doesn't like the manor to be lit up at night because it 'disturbs the stars'."

Disturb the stars.

Bruce smiled at that.

The melodious music and vague chatter and laughter had drifted over, and he smelled a refreshing aroma, which was the aroma of wine.

The waiter has already left the scene without a sound, his task has been completed, and Bruce walked forward along the music, sweet smell and jokes, only took a few short steps, and his eyes were blocked by bushes and tall trees. The looming lights rushed towards his face, and the violin and piano played clearly vibrated on his eardrums.

A group of people were standing opposite him laughing, his arrival had not attracted any attention.

Bruce maintained his loose footsteps and frivolous smile as a playboy and walked towards the crowd. Louise saw him first, and she looked at Bruce. This action made everyone follow her eyes.

In the shadowy shadows formed by trees and bushes, Bruce walked out slowly.

The light swayed onto his body and face, and the light and shadow cut him into countless pieces.

The neat but messy high-end suit, the neckline piled up randomly, under the black hair, there is a pair of blue candy-like pupils.

Bruce.There is a kind of aristocratic innocence in Wayne's demeanor, but whether it is his high nose bridge or plump lips, there is a bright sense of wantonness and desire.His face is so handsome it's depraved.

At this moment, he smiled at all the people who looked over, obviously he hadn't been drinking, but that fuzzy, drunken look had rushed to his face.

"Good evening, everyone, I shouldn't be late—"

"You're here at last, Brucey baby!"

Carl cut him off, snickering.

He was holding a glass of wine in his hand, which he snatched from Lex, and he was in a good mood at the moment, he drank the red wine in the glass in one gulp, and handed the empty glass to Lex, and then he He walked over to Bruce with some shaky steps.

Brucey Baby: "...Is Brucey Baby calling me?"

He looked confused on the surface, but also watched Karl staggering towards him with a confused look in his heart. Perhaps Karl's movement was so sudden that no one stopped him, but Louise blew a little. With a silent whistle, Tony was staring at Lex, and didn't have time to pay attention to her small movements.

Carl had already walked in front of Bruce, he stopped a meter or two away from Bruce, looked at Bruce for a while, and showed a big smile: "Welcome!"

He wanted to get closer, but he didn't expect his feet to go limp, and he was about to fall face-down into the grass, but Bruce took a few quick steps and opened his arms to catch Carl.

Bruce smelled of cold water, Carl thought, burying his face in his chest.

This posture made him feel a little novel, because Bruce was the one held in his arms before. For so many years, Bruce traveled the world and did not care about his body when he was training.

So he had to stun Bruce when he was seriously injured beyond repair—broken bones, damaged nerves, or something else—and then took him home to heal him in a medical pod made by Alexander.

What Carl is most familiar with is the little bat with a strong smell of blood, not the Bruce who is hugging him now.Wayne.

But it's not bad, they are one person.

Carl looked up from Bruce's arms, touched Bruce's chin with his hand, and grinned.

"Brucie has an ass chin," he said, with an assured intimacy in his tone.

Rao, Moxi and the others stood a little further away. They didn't hear what Carl said clearly. When Alexander heard it, he couldn't help laughing. Louise covered her lips with her hand, and Tony, who was the closest, laughed unceremoniously: " Ass Jaws! Ha! Ha! Ha!"

Lex looked at Bruce who had been hugging Carl and didn't let go, and raised his eyebrows subtly.

"Sorry, Mr. Wayne, I think Carl had too much to drink." Alexander said before everyone finished laughing. He walked over with Rao and lifted Carl from Bruce's arms. Carl stood up obediently Yes, except for a slight sway of the body, it seems to be quite awake.

"Bruce is fine," Bruce said, looking a bit bewildered and a little surprised by the situation, but the sweet debauchery was taking hold of him, so he didn't mind Carl making a fool of himself at all, see It seemed quite tolerant, "Drink too much? It's not a big deal. I often drink until I lose my mind, and then I'm dragged into the bedroom by Afu. Afu, my housekeeper."

"Alexander is also my housekeeper, and Rao is my secretary—what does the secretary do? It's almost like a housekeeper." Carl said, he gently broke away from the hands of Alexander and Rao, and pointed happily behind him The person introduced to him, "These are my friends, Tony, Sister Luer, Lexi, Moxie, and now you are here too, well, the number is complete!"

Bruce looks at him with his head tilted, as if he can't keep up with what's going on.

But he didn't bother to find out why he was listed as a member of "Good Friends". Carl also felt that as long as he came, the number would be complete.

There is a daze and frivolity in his eyes that no one can imitate, but isn't that what a dude is like?I just have fun all day long, and don't care about anything else.

So he just raised his eyebrows and smiled: "It's good that I didn't interrupt your elegant mood. Is the banquet still going on now? I didn't see the girls... Ah, Miss Lane, I didn't mean I didn't see you, you Their beauty has lit up the night sky... I mean, the young, lovely girls who haunt dinner parties and parties like little birds."

"You can always find the little bird anyway," Carl said lazily, alluding to Batman's four future Robins.

Lex, who had been standing silently at the back and watching coldly, finally stopped watching the development of the matter, and coughed lightly: "Honey?"

"Huh Lexi?" Carl looked back immediately. "Geez, why are you so far back? Come meet Brucey—he's like my brother."

Alexander raised his eyebrows slightly: "I'm sure my father and mother only adopted me, Karl."

Carl pursed his lips and smiled, but did not speak. Alexander just made a slight embarrassment and let it go, and he also didn't mean to delve into it.

His relationship with Carl was gracious and decent.

Instead, Tony opened the mouth: "Is everyone so casual now? Little Prince, don't you think you are too familiar? When I first met Luther, I called him Lexie, and now I just met Brucey—— Wayne, don't you find it strange?"

"Oh..." Bruce glanced at him lazily with raised eyebrows, and said in a tone that was half bitter and half teasing, "I don't think it's strange. Maybe Carl just didn't call you by your name when he first met you." Come on, Mister Stark."

Carl and Tony's first meeting is a topic that the whole world talks about, and two years later, the photo taken by Louise is still widely circulated.

Now that Bruce said this, everyone present suddenly laughed, and everyone thought it was an interesting joke.

After all, everyone knows that Carl and Tony became good friends after a bad first meeting. If they start badly and develop well, then a bad start is just an interesting story, just like people who suffer Just as I would mention the hard days at the beginning, the more difficult the past was, the more beautiful it looks today.

Only Tony exploded with rage.

Damn Bruce.Wayne!This guy must be looking at him not pleasing to the eye!

Everyone present was deceived by his innocence!This insinuating tone, this mild-looking expression that is actually full of provocation, this twitching smile... This guy is definitely not just talking casually!

While exploding with anger, Tony had to laugh with everyone.

Regardless of whether it is his nature to turn his face and leave, but this is the little prince's housewarming party, or the little prince's 20th birthday, Tony is a bastard, but he is not stupid enough - if he flings his face and leaves today , among other things, isn't it right in the middle of Lex.Luther's play?

And Louise, she behaved like a qualified background board and vase from beginning to end, her dress was so close that she couldn't hide any recording or photography equipment, she looked very much like the good girl she said today , but who knows what she will do?

After much deliberation, Tony decided to endure.

But one day he will let Bruce.Wayne is back!

Tony was half dead with anger here, but Lex showed a kind smile because of Bruce's words.

"Heroes see the same thing, Mr. Wayne," Lex said, raising his glass in Bruce's direction.

The waiter came out silently from behind Bruce, holding the drink in his hand. Bruce's muscles tensed for a moment because of the sudden approach of the person behind him, although he relaxed quickly, but at that moment he The small movements of the slightly contracted fingers and shoulder muscles were still captured by Lex's eyes.

Lex took a few steps forward calmly, then pushed Carl back.

"Huh?" Carl made a sticky nasal sound.

He himself was standing crookedly, Lex pushed lightly and made him stagger and almost fell, this big action startled Lex instead, he couldn't care less about Bruce's abnormality, stretched out his hand Go help Carl.