[Comprehensive British and American] The richest man in the super British world

Wade's sense of direction is very good, thanks to the skills he learned in the past, he was able to smoothly explore to the third floor.It was winter, and the artificial heating drilled into the pipes along the cracks that came from nowhere, causing sweat to ooze from his forehead very quickly.

He knotted the scarf, tucked it back into his coat, and buttoned it, trying to crawl through the narrow passage.

The detective told him that there was still half an hour, more than enough time, but only for people like them who had been trained since childhood.Wade was sure that he could dismantle the bomb within ten minutes, but the only thing he wasn't sure about was arriving in time.

He doesn't know the intricate structure of these channels, but fortunately, the other party is very clear.

Wade's phone vibrated.He struggled to take out his phone from his pocket. It was an email with an attachment, and he clicked on it.The network here is not very good, and he was almost anxious to see the jump of every grid loading data. After about 3 minutes, he finally got the entire pipeline distribution and was able to proceed to the next step.

He compared his direction and made sure there was no mistake, so he continued to crawl in the dark.The pipes haven't been cleaned for a long time, and a thick layer of dust has accumulated. Wade's camel-colored slacks have been worn black below the knees, and there is a viscous liquid that he doesn't know what it is when he touches it with his palm, which is disgusting.Wade swallowed the nausea with difficulty and accelerated his speed.

He had never imagined that the inside of the building would look like this.It's like entering a different time and space, the outside is bright and beautiful, and the inside is dark and dirty.The sound of the needle strings of the watch was exceptionally clear, and the time was moved forward one by one, like a huge gear, forcing Wade to move forward.

He began to think wildly, what if he didn't arrive in time?In other words, what if he disconnected the wrong thread?

Negative emotions magnified and magnified, Wade took a deep breath, buried his head and continued.

The palace-like mess of staggered pipes divides the entire building into several areas.He crawled along the direction, but the passage gradually widened. Finally, Wade no longer needed to curl himself up, and was able to speed up.

The map shows that this is the dividing point of areas A and B, and there is a ladder that allows him to cross the area.He looked down at the end of the passage, like a sharp cut in a cliff.

As far as the eye can see, there is only a small place less than one square meter directly below for him to settle down. Above this is the ladder marked on the map, which is already rusty and red with age. The other places are hidden in the dark. The open space is still a gap, but there is a flash of light like a coin, which may be water.

As he briefly contemplated how to get there, his pocket vibrated.

Wade's heart moved, he looked down at his lighted coat pocket, only to find that someone was calling him.In the current situation, he didn't have time to pick it up, so he said sorry from the bottom of his heart, so he could only turn off the phone through his clothes.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt an abrupt airflow from the back of his neck. This breath was cold and cold, like a slippery and damp snake, crawling up the back of Wade's neck. His intuition told him that behind him was Billy. The filth encountered along the way was dirtier.He felt his scalp numb, his head seemed to explode, his whole body trembled, and before he had time to think, he jumped down immediately.

Fortunately, his judgment was correct, the dark place was a puddle of water, his clothes were completely soaked, but he was not injured.The scarf and coat were soaked, making his steps heavy for a moment, and Wade stood up, the water just up his calves.The phone was also thrown out, the screen was on again, the caller was persistent, he glanced quickly, it was an unknown number.

Wade couldn't be distracted any more, because the giggling sound above his head was like a cold, salty night wind, almost shaking his whole body.He raised his head and looked at the opening of the pipeline where he was originally by the faint light, and a figure was slowly appearing there.

—It's a clown.

No, not a clown.

Wade frowned, the other party was just dressed as a clown.Most likely one of his men.

The other party had already raised the object in his hand, Wade didn't even think about it, he took out his pistol and fired a shot in the direction of the object in his hand, hitting his wrist with precision, making the other party cry and let go.

He rushed over and didn't rush to catch it.With the cushion of water, he could clearly see that floating gently on the surface was a small jar, transparent but with green gas surging.

Wade thought for a moment, picked it up and put it in his coat pocket.

"Teach me to keep it." He said in a relaxed tone.

He planned to hand it over to Ye Yi for analysis later.

But how could the person dressed as a clown let him get what he wanted? After a burst of twitching laughter, the other party also jumped down.Wade raised his pistol, looked at the other party, and slightly warned: "...I won't keep my hand."

The clown didn't respond, he just attacked without flinching.

He moves fast and doesn't look like a human being.May have been remodeled.

Wade's cell phone was still ringing non-stop, he quickly glanced at his watch, 15 minutes left.

"Sorry." He hesitated.

Then he raised his pistol, barely aimed, and slammed it.This shot accurately hit the opponent's right leg, causing the opponent to stagger forward and fall into the water.But there was almost no delay. It dragged its other good leg, accompanied by a nervous laugh, and attacked Wade like a zombie.

He raised his gun, but was flanked by the clown, and the gun went sideways.Wade grabbed the opponent's arm and fought hard, but he couldn't resist the opponent's strength and pushed him back.His self-defense is poor, and he only has a chance if he gets a gun.

Wade's expression froze, and he turned around and slid dangerously, breaking the originally held hostage situation.He rolled forward and picked up the gun on the ground, without any further hesitation, he fired two shots.

This time it hit the left leg again, completely crippling the opponent's mobility.Wade shook his hand, and fired at such a close range, the gesture of holding the gun was not standard, and his wrist was so painful from the shock.The clown laughed painfully on the ground, twisting his body so that the mask slid down his face. His bluish face clearly showed death, and the other person seemed to have just crawled out of the cemetery.

Wade's heart sank.

Will it have something to do with spring water this time?

The phone rang again, shaking him out of the daze he shouldn't have been in.Wade glanced at his watch, 10 minutes left.He walked to the phone, picked it up, then glanced at the stairs above his head, shook his hands, and prepared to climb up.

His coat and scarf were heavy with water and became a burden to him.Wade took them off and dropped them on the ground.Putting the phone and the small bottle carefully in his trouser pocket, he prepared to climb the stairs with his bare hands.His hand was cold, and the rust seemed to come alive, and it burrowed into his palm in pain. Wade breathed out towards his palm.

The phone was connected suddenly.

"Oh, can you hear the words?" It was Jay's voice, looping in the narrow well-like space, "Arsenal found you moving in... the pipe? Please tell me, is this your way of entertainment or are you in trouble? If it's the former, I'll hang up right away."

He didn't press the connect button.However, the sudden appearance of Jay's voice, who had not shown his face until now, caused Wade to panic.In fact, he should not be blamed for this matter, because Roy contacted the other party after he left, and he bite the bullet and told the whole story of what he did in the roar. wings and arsenal.

"How did you contact me?" Not to mention that the signal here is not good, he hesitated for a moment, but he still said, "It's okay."

Since the two Robins kept this matter out of Jie's sight, there was no need for him to be the spoiler.

"The extrajudicial team always has a solution." It was Roy's slightly satisfied voice, "Sweetheart, do you really need bodyguards?"

"No," he said, "it should work out."

But the anti-hero who suddenly joins the fray says, "I saw the news, the trade building riots. What can I say? Maybe you got on good with some guy and learned his shit?" What did he really say? We all know, including the night scene that the detective claimed was "very crazy" and Roy's embarrassing discovery.This family is all intelligence masters, as long as they want to, they can.

Of course Wade is thinking about Ye Yi, so why not mention it?Since the bird is determined, he actually has no ability to stop it.

"Okay," he could only tell the truth, "then come and help. I'm a little worried about Nightwing."

"If it weren't for the emergency, I'd be blowing the whistle."

After he finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wade glanced at his phone, eight minutes left.Climbing up this staircase, he will be able to reach the location of the bomb.In order to speed up, he also dropped the phone.It disappeared from Wade's sight, and he continued to go up without looking back.

After crossing the last step, he almost exhausted all his strength, so he could only force himself to climb up.

Wade glanced at his hand, it was horrible.

It turned out that the pain was not an illusion, the rust had indeed turned up, and it could cut through his usually pampered hand, causing the entire palm to be swallowed up by the burning sensation.He blew a few more breaths into his palms.

Wade climbed a few steps forward and finally reached his destination.

The piles of bombs at the intersection of the pipes are branded in a J shape.In the very middle, ironically strewn with flower petals and crookedly posed with candy, "HBD, R." Happy Birthday, short for Robin.Wade swears.

Perhaps he was right to buy the painting and let the initiative fall to them.Even if he encountered a series of unreasonable disasters because of this, he still feels lucky and never regrets his original decision.

If the clown really took this opportunity to hurt Jason, I believe Dick would blame himself again, right?Once he let all kinds of abnormalities take away his young brother, and now the Lazarus Spring passing through Bluehaven is another old incident. If it goes wrong again, it will be tantamount to destroying the soul for Dick .

After all, he's always been like that, always trying to do his best.The eldest child in the family, Robin who was the first to support the Dark Knight, and Nightwing, the most optimistic and cheerful member of the family, restrained him.

Wade never wanted Dick to fall into the trap of self-blame again.

The other party's lowered eyes in the night wind last night, and his confused and rare depression, were all Wade didn't want to see again.

He looked at the bomb, the one in the center, like the queen bee of a hive, perched above everything.

— Only five minutes.

He thought calmly, the time was less than half of what he estimated.But that's okay, he can do it.

He leaned in to see the intertwined lines, which were as complex as the pipes of the building itself, exuding the disgusting, dirty smell of assimilation, like a coagulation of great malice.

Wade has learned, he will, and he must.