After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda didn't expect that she would visit the Gotham Police Department again so soon.

It's just that, unlike last time, this time, she is no longer the object of being "bailed", but the existence of someone else on bail: Martina called, and her voice sounded hoarse on the other end of the phone Tired, she didn't give too much explanation, just said that she "was robbed, shot by mistake, and the other party died unfortunately", and she needed to come to the GCPD headquarters to pick her up.

It was so sudden.Standing in the bright pale moonlight, Hilda almost thought it was a joke when she heard it.

Martina was her protector, and she had promised to keep her and Alice safe.But how long?She was in danger—which irritated Hilda, who had always been very confident in her abilities: What if Martina didn't shoot?Doesn't that prove that she is too incompetent to fulfill her promise?

This is ridiculous, and she will never allow this to happen.

Obviously, a few words on the phone cannot explain the specific details clearly.She hung up the phone and immediately decided to go to GCPD to deal with this very serious matter.

Fortunately, the headquarters of GCPD is in the Diamond District, only a few blocks away from where they eat, and it can be reached quickly even on foot.As soon as Hilda asked to go to the GCPD headquarters to deal with matters, Bruce immediately decided to accompany her.

"Even if the law and order in the Diamond District is good," he said seriously, "can I let you go to the police station alone late at night to deal with an incident that you don't know the specifics of?"

Although Hilda felt that she would have no problem going to the police station alone—but, after all, it was Bruce Wayne, a man she hadn't succeeded in chasing, not to mention, he was still a fool.Thinking of this, Hilda suppressed the anger and impatience in her heart, and nodded to him.

So, the two of them bid farewell to the three reporters of the "Daily Planet" politely, and left the restaurant with Louise's understanding of the farewell.

I hurried to GCPD, it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening.The police station was still brightly lit, almost the same as the last time she came.The detainees yelled wildly, and a chubby police officer struggled to maintain order.Martina was sitting on a bench in an inconspicuous narrow corridor on the right hand side of the hall. She was wearing a bird check tunic coat, her curly long hair blocked half of her face, and beside her was a brown-skinned man Wearing a v-neck, a beautiful woman with black hair and red lips put Martina in her arms, said something to her with a sideways face, and then sensitively followed Hilda's gaze and looked at her.

Her side face was already beautiful enough, and when she looked at Hilda from the front, she was as dazzling as the goddess of the night.Unlike the Louise Lane I just met not long ago, she looked more seductive and aggressive. Her eyes were big and charming, with the corners of the eyes turned up, but the whole face showed a trace of indifference, mixed with strange Temperament, reminiscent of a black cat walking lightly through the streets at night.

"Martina," Hilda called, and she went over, "I'm coming for you."

The strange woman stood up together with Martina in her arms.

"Then," she didn't seem to intend to greet Hilda, but said softly to Martina, "I'll go first, Martina."

Martina stared at her: "...Thank you this time, Selina."

The dark-haired woman just patted her on the shoulder, didn't say anything, just put a hat hanging on the side lightly on her head, and walked towards the gate of the police station on her high heels.When they passed by, the corner of her eye seemed to fall on Hilda's face inadvertently, and then drifted away.

"You came here alone?" Martina asked, her face pale.

"No," Hilda replied. "There was someone else, but he had to stop, so I came in first. I just put up your bail—is there anything else to do?"

"I don't need it for now." Martina shook her head. "Maybe I need to face a trial in a few days. But that's another matter."

"What did you do?" asked Hilda, "hit someone?"

"..." Martina remained silent. She reached into her coat pocket with one hand, fumbled for a small cigarette case, and spoke calmly, "...I shot and killed a person."

Hilda froze for a moment: "...a man?" She guessed.

Martina smiled: "Ha, it's not surprising, is it?...Let's go out and talk about it first."

They walked around the hallway filled with boring graffiti, walked through the noisy and crowded hall, signed the phone amidst the ringing and roaring, and walked out the door.

The moon hangs high outside the door, looking like a huge eyeball, staring unwillingly at the city embraced by the night.Bruce Wayne stood under the moon, half leaning on the black Aston Martin car door, staring fixedly at the sky above the city, where a black bat-shaped logo quietly lit up.

"Bruce?" Hilda walked towards him, Martina stayed where she was and waited for her, "Are you looking at the bat light?"

"...Well," he stood up straight, "I just... thought of something. Sorry, I just received a call. My old housekeeper urged me to go back and deal with some business. Are you going back now?"

Hilda shook her head: "I'm about to tell you about this, you might as well go back first, Bruce, Martina and I can take the subway home."

"Maybe I can call a driver for you two?" Bruce mused, "I'm sorry, I was going to take you back myself..."

"

no need. "She interrupted, "Martina's condition is not very good, she may not want it... In short, you go back first, be careful on the way, don't worry, we will have no problems. "

Bruce Wayne was very hesitant, but maybe the matter that the butler urged him was really urgent, he finally apologized to Hilda again, and then hurriedly drove away from GCPD.

Martina approached slowly: "Your date?"

"That's what I told you before," replied Hilda, "the man I'm looking for, blue eyes."

Martina: "He looks familiar... But I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

Hilda didn't intend to talk about this topic with Martina at this moment. Blue eyes are another matter. Love is a delicious dessert to her. It is important, but it should take a back seat before the business.

The two walked side by side along the wide street, and Hilda said, "Tell me, what happened today?"

Martina pinned her wind-blown long hair behind her ears with one hand, then took out a cigarette case from her pocket, and looked at Hilda: "... Mind if I smoke a cigarette?"

She made a "please" gesture.

So Martina skillfully poured out a cigarette, bit it lightly, took out a lighter from the small backpack, opened the lighter cap, lowered her head halfway, and moved her eyelids slightly.

With a sound of "噗", the faint blue fire lighted up, and the bloody red cigarette butts floated in the night.Martina took a slow puff of her cigarette, considering where to start.

"I met this man on the way to dinner with my friends. He tried to threaten to blackmail me. I refused, and then he became angry. I shot him to protect myself." She said calmly, "...this is me Tell the police version of the story."

"But that's just a part of the truth. In fact, I've known him for a long time."

"He's an... acquaintance I've known since I was a kid. I—I used to live on the Bowery, also on the East End, which, you might not know, is one of the most chaotic neighborhoods on the East End, a filthy, rotten, A disgusting place." Speaking of this, her face showed an expression of extreme patience mixed with hatred and pain, and she took a puff of cigarette viciously, as if trying to gain the courage to continue talking, the smoke was spit out Come out, the curl rises, her face is a little blurred.

"I—" she said calmly, "I used to be like most of the women on that street, I was an asshole."

The smoke cleared.

Martina's voice sounded as if it came from the far side of the river: "My mother is an ordinary warbler on the Bowery. I don't know what kind of mood she gave birth to. I... In short, she passed away when I was very young. That year, Gotham's economy was in a severe winter, and in order to survive, I chose to sell myself."

"... Later, when I grew up, I gradually couldn't bear that kind of life. In order to make my life a little better, I found a gang leader to be his lover... until he died." Her voice was soft, slightly A lot of details were omitted, however, the past still emerged one by one, which was unbearable, "After that, because of some things, I made up my mind to get out of the quagmire and moved out of there completely. I used some... means, and the past It was a clean break. Until today, when that man came to the door, I actually don’t remember who he is, but he thought I was still the old me, ha.”

"—then I shot him. 'Boom——'" She laughed, the soot on her fingertips scattered all over the ground, and she made a gesture of shooting with her other hand, "...human life is real Vulnerable, right?"

Hilda was certain: "You killed him on purpose."

"No, no, no," Martina's smile still remained at the corner of her mouth, her eyes were icy cold, "How could it be? It's obvious that he was entangled, and I was just defending myself."

A bird flew over their heads.

Unknowingly, they have reached the edge of Xiacheng Island. The Finger River flows quietly in the night. On the other side of the river bank, Robinson Park is quietly dormant in the dark. On the other side of the river bank, there are silent Gothic buildings. , In the sky, the bat lamp is still hanging high.

"Remember the day we were talking about superheroes?" Martina said suddenly. "Maybe you're right. Batman can't change who I am. Superheroes can't save this fucking world...you know what? I'm leaving When I was on the Bowery, I thought I finally got rid of the low life. I thought the place I used to live was the only bad place in the world. Turns out I was so wrong, everyone is being played by life, you , me, and even... him.”

She pointed to the bat light projection: "Poor Batman, he actually tried to save a city that was doomed to sink, what a desperate heroism. As long as the light is on, he will chase those horrible criminals like a dog. … He is controlled everywhere, but the criminals are unscrupulous, and what about us?"

"..."

"...we're reading his jokes, we're calling Batman a 'ridiculous outlaw', 'a violent man in the dark', 'a vigilante grandstanding'—" she laughed, He pointed his middle finger to the sky, "FUCKGOTHAM!"

"..."

She turned around: "Why don't you talk, Hilda?"

"I was just thinking, why did that man come to you now?" Hilda replied, "Pure accident? Or was it premeditated? Are you sure you are only being targeted by him?"

Martina put out the cigarette and looked at her silently: "...if not?"