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

But let's not consider the matter of the collector for now.

"Where are you taking me?" Carl asked Luo while thinking about it, "The person you took me to just now is an alien, do you know that?"

"You're good at telling jokes, boy," Lo whispered. "I'm just taking you to a couple of people, and they're giving me a little pay you don't like, that's all."

The footsteps of the two of them echoed in the corridor, the crisp tapping of the high heels and the crisp stepping of the hard soles of the leather shoes were intertwined, and the rhythm was almost the same, which made several people sitting in the room smile with satisfaction.

The door opened, Luo led Carl into the room, and the lights shone brightly on those smiling faces. Carl scanned around and recognized them all.

"It's you." He said, not surprised to see the group of lobbyists sent by Hollywood bigwigs who invited him to go fishing at the vacation villa in the mountains.

Because they had received this Mr. Al before, the "young people" who had to bite the bullet again to take on this important task looked at each other, squeezed out friendly smiles, and greeted him cordially.

Luo took a few steps back and squeezed out through the gap of heavy traffic.

She sat down on the sofa in a leisurely manner, smiling as she watched Carl being surrounded tightly.

"Mr. Al, long time no see..."

"Hello, I was the last time you saw me..."

"Mr. Al, it's an honor to meet you..."

This group of people surrounded Karl, while maintaining a decent image, they couldn't wait to intervene, trying to get the young president's attention at the first time. Unfortunately, Karl's height stabilized their head, even if they were surrounded. His eyes can also directly cross their heads, which are precarious at the hairline, and place them precisely on Luo's body.

After all, this group of people are not real idiots. After the initial excitement passed, they immediately realized Karl's attention to Luo, and immediately a man who seemed to be nearly forty years old exited the encirclement and walked to Luo's side , introduced to Carl graciously: "Mr. Al, you must have known her, this beautiful lady is Lucia Mora."

"You told me your name is Luo." Carl was still holding the hand of a certain lobbyist, but looked at Lucia.

"Then I must have lied," said Lucia.

Carl laughed.

"Nice to meet you, Lucia."

This small party finally achieved a happy ending. The lobbyists sent by the Hollywood tycoons were very satisfied, and Carl was also very satisfied. Among the people present, only Lucia's expression was very loose, and it was hard to tell whether she was happy. Still not happy.

When Karl asked her to be in his film, Lucia's answer was vague: "I want to see my schedule, Karl."

The lobbyist who obviously knew Lucia hurriedly said: "Mr. Al, don't listen to her, she is talking nonsense, we Lucia don't have..."

Carl stopped him from what he wanted to say with a raised finger. He tilted his head and looked at Lucia. Lucia and him looked at each other. From a special angle, her pupils were like gold.

"I see, Lucia." He looked into Lucia's eyes and said to her, "Looking forward to our next meeting."

"Are you lying, or do you really think so?" Lucia slightly curved her lips.

When Carl returned to the hall, the dance was still going on, as if no one had realized that the young man had disappeared from the scene for more than half an hour. He left empty-handed and returned with a small gift box. Carl stayed here After a while, he finally couldn't bear this unrestrained vanity, and left as if fleeing.

Before he came out, he had already sent a message, and his loyal driver Andrew was waiting outside, ready to take Carl, who was tired of the party, home.

If there are no accidents, this night should be spent like this. In the future, Carl should spend many similar nights, spending time with a group of fools who are empty-headed, idle, and only pursue physical stimulation all day long Time, put up with their botched fawning and jokes...Jesus!Carl thought grumblingly, why did Brucey put up with this?

Don't get me wrong, of course he can handle it, and he can multi-task while he jokes with those idiots and thinks about his own business.

He just felt that even if he gave these people a little bit of attention, it would be a great challenge to his endurance.

So at night he called Bruce and complained: "How can you stand them? Those rich kids who don't understand anything and fat-bodied disgusting ghosts? Their brain cells have been corroded by alcohol, drugs and sex, say It's all bullshit."

"Sorry Carl, I'm also a rich second generation who doesn't understand anything, so I can stand them." Bruce said.

He is sitting in the batcave. Various equipments in the batcave have been installed in sevens and eights. All the equipments have been debugged and data corrected after installation. How did Chakar get that vibranium.

After returning to Gotham City, he not only had to build the Batcave unobtrusively, but also attended countless banquets and parties like rushing.

This move has multiple meanings. First of all, he has been away from Gotham for too long. He doesn’t know the upper-level structure of Gotham, and the complex relationship between people and families. The place where Tan City has an undercurrent.

Then he also needs people to be familiar with his style when he was "Bruce Wayne". For so many years, Afu has always arranged his birthday party according to the plan he left at the beginning, creating a kind of small Wayne family. The son is still having a good time in a certain place, but he just has the illusion that he has not returned. Now he wants to deepen this impression, so he has to do some stupid things because of jealousy.

Last but not least, Bruce has to admit that he's been away from his hometown for so long, that his longing for it swells to the point where he has to do something about it.

The carnival-like flowing banquet is a very good choice.

It was precisely because he was occupied with trivial matters that he had no time to study the deep meaning of the gift Karl gave him.

But now that Carl is calling, maybe it's time for a side tap.

"You are different from them." Carl sneered on the other end of the phone.

Bruce could imagine Carl smiling brightly without using a monitor, so his tone softened involuntarily: "Again, Carl, I didn't see the birthday gifts you gave me until I got home. Gifts, man, I gotta say, everything you give me is priceless—do you really not need me to make up for your birthday present?"

"No, no need, Bruce, what I sent is not particularly difficult to get. Only the piece of vibrating gold is a little more precious, but it's useless if I want vibrating gold. Ayer Group has a wide range of industries, except that it doesn't produce weapons. , Zhenjin is a piece of scrap iron if it is not a weapon, I will give it to you."

"Oh," Bruce said, still sleepy in his voice, "why didn't you give it to Tony? I remember you had a great relationship with him."

"Are you kidding, Tony and his family are all arms dealers." Carl lowered his voice, "Don't tell Tony I said that about him, Bruce. He doesn't like being called an arms dealer. But Stark is an arms dealer Ah, the weapons they sell to the governments of various countries account for a large part of their income. They are the largest arms dealer in the world. Such precious metals, Howard is a fan of Captain America, so he uses all of them to make shields for the captain. If it is for Tony, new Weapons will make things worse in Afghanistan."

That reason... makes sense, Bruce thought.

Carl's ideas are too simple and naive for him, but after traveling around the world, he has already understood the impact of different growth environments and different education on people. Carl can have such a simple and rude "can't give it to Tony, then Give it to Bruce", he can completely understand the mentality of not thinking about selling expensive metal at all.

After the biggest doubt was solved, Bruce joked lazily: "Okay, Carl, but what do the two books you gave me mean? How to express your emotions correctly? How to get along with your children?"

"Oh that, last time Howard celebrated his birthday, I gave him this as a gift, and then I thought you and Tony must also need it, so I gave one to each of them."

"...you are so thoughtful."

"Thank you, Bruce." Carl's voice was full of joy.

After hanging up the phone, he just got home, and when he said goodbye to Andrew, Carl only got a short "goodbye, boss" as expected, but he didn't mind Andrew's reticence, laughed twice, and went back to his room.

If there are no accidents, tonight will be spent like this.

But the accident happened at this time.

As soon as Karl entered the room, he felt a spatial fluctuation.

It's hard to describe that feeling specifically, like a strong premonition that "someone is approaching", but at the same time that the premonition exists, the vision can't catch any abnormalities, so I can only let the space fluctuation become more and more violent , the premonition that someone was approaching became stronger and stronger, and in the end——

Snapped.

Like the sound of chewing gum popping.

Immediately afterwards, several pieces of shattered limbs fell at Karl's feet. Along with these pieces, there were also large pieces of shattered internal organs, and blood as much as three ordinary rice bowls.

There were also red rags, but it was unclear whether they were originally red or stained red with blood.

There are also several submachine guns and two katana swords.

Okay, Karl knows who this is, and he doesn't need a katana at all, he can guess who it is when he sees this pile of minced meat.

Before he...they...forget it, Karl gave up on choosing the appropriate quantifiers, and before these pieces of meat, minced meat, and blood plasma that could barely be seen where the body was located, Karl had already smelled one. There was a bloody smell, and he probably guessed who the person who was about to fall in front of him was.

"Can you talk now?" Carl asked.