After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Peter Parker didn't sleep well all night.

I don't know if it was affected by the news about Batman he heard last night. After he fell asleep, he dreamed that he was being chased by a huge bat. No matter how he explained his intentions, this bat would resolutely chase He wanted to drive him out of Gotham City.So, after being chased by bats all night (in a dream), he was exhausted physically and mentally.Before six o'clock in the morning, Peter was already staring at the ceiling of the hotel in a daze. He simply got up and took a shower, changed his clothes, and went to the restaurant of the hotel to have breakfast with his hair blown through.

...if Batman is trying to create this kind of scary atmosphere, he really really really succeeded :)

The hour hand slowly turned towards seven, and there were gradually more people in the restaurant.Peter ate his breakfast in silence, wondering if he should bring Harry a copy later.

At the dining table not far from him, a gentleman in a suit shook out a newspaper and read it quietly for a while.

"Is there any news, Jack?" The lady sitting next to him, resting her cheek and fiddling with the desserts on the dinner plate asked him coquettishly.

"Indeed. Last night, three unlucky people were fixed to the wall with spider silk, crying and shouting 'Batman help'." The man put away the newspaper expressionlessly.

"Spider silk?" The lady with curly chestnut hair blinked, "When did a villain with spider silk as a weapon appear in our Gotham?"

A gentleman named Jack glanced at her quietly: "Why not a vigilante using spider silk?"

Peter, who was hearing well: "!" He choked, drank his saliva quickly, and subconsciously tensed his nerves.

"Are you kidding, Jack?" She giggled twice, "Batman doesn't know how to use spider silk, is he going to change his name to Spider-Man?"

"Isn't there a Spider-Man in New York?" Jack said.

"New York? Isn't the superhero in New York Iron Man?" She asked, with some enthusiasm, "Tony Stark, a famous person."

Jack: "In recent news, there are new masked vigilantes in New York... But there are not many reports, and it's normal for you not to know."

"Really? But... oops, are you going to say that this New York vigilante moved to our Gotham? How can he not think about it? If he really moved, then we should be able to see Batman vs. Spider this morning The Xia news is right, is there any news today?" She curled her hair.

"That's not true." Jack smiled, "However, those three unlucky guys claimed to have met Spider-Man..."

Peter felt suffocated.Maybe God didn't want him to spend the morning in peace, and even more coincidental things happened——

At a dining table on the other side of the hall, someone happened to click on a piece of news on his mobile phone. Maybe he forgot to adjust the previously set sound, and a male voice almost crying exploded from his mobile phone——

"...It's Spider-Man! He stole our money and hung us on the wall with spider silk! We have reason to suspect that he is a sadist! This is forced S/M! This goddamn outlander did it on purpose Provoking our Gotham, provoking Batman! We hope Batman can see this news, and we must sue Spiderman! He is cross-city law enforcement! This is related to the dignity of Gotham! Citizens of all Gotham should Unite and drive this pervert out of..."

The owner of the phone finally turned off the video in a hurry.

The restaurant was silent.

Peter stared blankly at the air in shock and bewilderment. The sandwich in his mouth hadn't been swallowed yet, and he stopped awkwardly at this moment, and even forgot to continue chewing.

The lady next to her took a deep breath: "...Jack, I really didn't know Spider-Man before. Is he such a wild superhero?"

Peter, Peter closed his eyes in pain.He is now very grateful that he woke up early and had breakfast alone, and he is even more grateful that no one else knew his identity... Otherwise...

——Gotham, really [beep——] is a magical city.

Gotham is such a magical city.

Hilda thought so.

At this moment, she was sitting on a brown single-seat leather sofa, letting the smiling man across her look at him calmly. In this baroque-style living room, a short and fat man in a suit crossed his legs and supported him with one hand. He held a black umbrella and held a crystal goblet in the other hand. Beside him, a handsome waiter silently poured red wine for him.

——I can't see the embarrassment when I was fighting with people that night at all.

Since she was invited to the backstage of "Under the Light" this evening, everything has been out of control.The man in front of him claims to be an investor "under the lamp"

Hilda was finally impatient with his "elegant performance": "What do you want, sir? If you want to thank me for saving my life that night, just send me the check."

"No, of course not." He shook his head, with a winning smile that bored Hilda, "Miss Walker, of course I would like to thank you for saving my life. But, however, unless In addition, I would like to make another beautiful proposal that will benefit both of us."

Hilda looked at him silently, waiting for his next words: "..."

He drank the wine without haste, and then looked directly at her with his poisonous snake eyes: "...I want to hire you as my bodyguard."

Hearing this sentence, Hilda immediately remembered what Martina had said to her. At that time, she suggested that Hilda could be a bodyguard. This line of work belongs to the high-end income group in Gotham, but the risk and death The rate is completely proportional to the income, and it must obey the orders of the employer.

Thinking of this, Hilda immediately lost interest, so she refused: "No, I don't want to be a bodyguard."

Behind the Penguin, several black guns pointed at Hilda's head calmly.The small killing machine issued a cold threat, and the luxurious ceiling crystal lamp on the ceiling remained motionless, quietly witnessing everything that happened at this moment.

"Hey! What are you doing! Who allows you to point your guns at the guests I invited?" Penguin turned his head feigning dissatisfaction, palms down to signal his subordinates to put the guns back, when he turned his head , A fake smile has been put on the face again, "...This is definitely not my intention, Miss Walker, you know, I am just a clean and ordinary businessman who keeps his own law."

He paused slightly: "My bodyguards are just a little nervous-it's not their fault, it's all the fault of that damn..." He gritted his teeth, and then realized that Hilda was watching her, so he immediately changed his words, " ... That terrorist who is lawless and domineering—yes, I’m talking about Black Mask. Gotham is a perfect city, but no matter how perfect a city is, there will inevitably be some small stains. There is no doubt that The black mask is one of the stains, he tried to blackmail me not long ago, but after he failed, he kidnapped me again."

"...So, I really need a strong bodyguard to protect my safety." He looked at Hilda with a smile, "You, without a doubt, are the person who best meets my requirements."

Hilda looked at the bodyguards behind him: "You already have a lot of bodyguards. Obviously, unlike me, they are all professional. Could it be that so many professionals can't meet your needs?"

Penguin folded his hands on his black umbrella with an exaggerated handle: "Although they are professional enough, what I need is absolute safety. People like us are often met with all kinds of strange things." The guy's spying, the black mask is just one of them, I have no doubt that there will be more black masks in the future - and I hope that at that time, there will be a stronger warrior to protect me."

Hilda raised her eyebrows. It had to be said that his veiled compliment really made her feel a lot happier.

Keenly aware of her emotional looseness, Oswald Copperpot's eyes flashed a hint of certainty: "Of course, to be honest, ma'am, after being rescued by you last night, I also used myself I got to know you, my savior. I am very shocked and regretful: a capable person like you should not be living in a small room in the East End of Gotham under the pretext of being unknown. Here, running around for a living, even reduced to providing services for those poor dancers," he sighed, "Fortunately, I happen to have certain abilities to help you solve this predicament. As long as you accept my proposal Recruiting, we can undoubtedly achieve a win-win situation.”

Hilda thought for a while: "...what can you offer me?"

The smile on Copperpot's face suddenly became more sincere: "House and car are of course the most basic, and I will give you money to the highest level in Gotham's industry. Besides, if you have other needs, you can ask them ——As long as it’s not too much, I can satisfy it. I only have one request, you must be by my side anytime, anywhere to ensure my absolute safety.”

Hilda's expression changed: "Anytime, anywhere? No, I still have my own business to do. If I follow you all the time, no matter how much money I want, I have no time to spend it."

Penguin looked hesitant, but fortunately he remembered the facts he had witnessed and the information he had collected recently, and then thought about his assessment of Hilda's force value, and he suppressed his temper: "...this is not impossible to discuss .”

Hilda: "How to discuss?"

The penguin smiled: "For example, you can freely control your own time, but some moments that I think are necessary, you must be on call?"

Hilda tilted her head: "What if you feel the need to do it all the time?"

The corners of Penguin's mouth dropped: "...Miss Walker, you may not know much about Gotham's market, but I swear you will never find better conditions from anyone else than mine."

In response to him was Hilda's casual glance: "But I didn't intend to enter this industry at all before? Since you have realized and investigated me, don't you know that my latest dream is to become a singer?"

Copperpot's smile completely collapsed: "..." Damn it, he actually saw this before!

He reluctantly raised the corner of his mouth again, and patiently coaxed this girl who was more difficult to control than he imagined: "I also know some friends in the music circle, and I have a little understanding of this circle. In fact, it is different from outsiders' imagination. Most people who pursue their musical dreams end up in poverty..."

Hilda spread her hands: "Do you think I care about money?"

Copperpot: "..." gradually lost his smile.jpg

Penguin swears he's never held his breath like this before, except against the damn Batman.If he followed his usual temper, he should raise his gun to turn his face now. However... because he was afraid of Hilda's strength, especially because she seemed to have a body of steel like Superman, he suppressed his desire to turn his face, and tried his best to turn his face by imagining the future. Squeeze scenes with Hilda to assuage his own anger.

"That's not a problem," he said, "music dreams, right? That's not a problem—I'm willing to pay you to make your dreams come true. We can work together. As long as you meet my requirements, I'll help you realize your dreams. Stage? Money? Applause? Records? Fame? Sorry, I don't know the exact rules of the music world, but that's okay," he said haughtily, "...I can beat it all."