Bruce Wayne always felt that something was wrong with his bodyguard.

Her identity and background did not match her abilities at all.

He couldn't imagine an orphan girl acting like a trained professional in a few ways.

Although he also lost his parents since he was a child, he became the night knight of this city in a blink of an eye.

However, he is rich!Being rich is also a superpower.

His bodyguards never seem to try to hide it, even in front of him as Batman.

He had an illusion, as if she was upright... unscrupulous.

"Master, I think your evaluation of this young lady needs to be changed."

The butler Alfred stood behind Wayne, watching the LCD screen cut into several small areas together with him.

On the screen was a surveillance screenshot of Janna, whom Wayne spoke highly of, in repeated contact with the same stranger in disguise a few months ago.

The strangers she came into contact with were dressed so tightly that they could not be identified, but she simply wore a sweater and a hood.

People who are not familiar with Janna may still struggle, but as the protected person, Wayne recognized her as the bodyguard lady beside him at a glance.

If it weren't for these unremarkable pictures that he had been digging for a few days, he might have admitted that he was moved by this girl with unique acting skills.

He kept saying "my hero" and optimistically told him that Gotham was changing a little bit because of Batman...

Wayne has mixed feelings.

This is a public welfare activity arranged in the itinerary.

A series of coincidences made it impossible for him to refuse this event.

He seems to have been arranged.

No matter who was behind it, Wayne complied with this person's behavior and participated in this activity.

While some did not answer questions from the organizers and reporters, he focused on listening to the real-time monitoring in the venue given by Alfred in the headset.

And keep an eye on Janna.

She was not quite right today, she was only staying on the periphery of the crowd, and had no intention of approaching him in such a crowded place.

"Master, your car in the direction of one o'clock has started."

Alfred's voice came clearly from the headset.

Wayne stopped replying to the reporter, and subconsciously pushed away the interviewer in front of him to look for Janna.

She was staring down at the phone screen, bangs covering her expression.

When she raised her head again, she looked around with a serious expression.

At this moment, the tires of the clean white car with no one in the driver's seat turned.

Oddly, Wayne, who thought Janna had something to do with it, discovers that the car was aimed at her.

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Under the sudden shock, the crowd fell into a semi-panic state.

Naturally, no one would pay attention to the humble Janna at this time.

At least Janna thought so herself.

Before the vehicle coming towards her hit her, Janna let go. When the creature appeared beside her, she subconsciously took out the small ball of paper she was holding in her hand from her pocket.

The car was not fast when it was just started, she just needed to act slower and more normal in the ten seconds or so that was enough for her to react.

The plot arranged in my mind was originally to pass by the approaching vehicle and hide from the side of the car without any danger.

But in the world where she was slowed down, she vaguely heard the sound of car tires rubbing against the ground amplified little by little, and the sound of a sudden brake that was slowed down by ten times was amplified in her ears.

Janna, who had enough time to see and hear what was going to happen next, stayed where she was.

Among the tumultuous crowd, drawn-out shouts mingled together.

The black creature beside him disappeared without knowing when.

"Ka—"

She caught a voice calling to herself, raised her head, and found the boss who was pushing towards her in the circle of reporters.

The paper ball landed on the ground, rolled a foot before being trampled flat without anyone noticing.

The car stopped in time a few centimeters in front of her, and the harsh brake sound returned to normal.

Janna, who had no fluctuations in her heart, considered the scene and identity, and the next second her face was frightened for a second, and then she took a few deep breaths that seemed to be forced to calm down.

When Janna finished these two steps and looked at her boss again, he was already very close to her, and the outstretched hand seemed to indicate that he was trying to save her who was about to be hit by a car just a moment ago.

Just as he was about to say something, the engine sounds of several other cars in the venue sounded at the same time, and they left the exhibition stand, causing the crowd to disperse again.

It also rushed Wayne, who was about to approach her, to the other side.

Two of the cars, in conjunction with the one that had already parked in front of her, used a blunt triangle angle to attack her who was about to move on three sides.

what's the situation?Naturally, she would not believe that this game was aimed at her.

Those who tried to leave the venue were stopped by a group of people with guns before they went out.

The glass door in the center of the arena opened, with paint on its face, and a man dressed as a clown walked in while shooting into the air.

Many people were startled by his actions, and squatted down halfway covering their ears.

"Be quiet! I came today to prove a guess of mine."

The clown with a ferocious smile outlined in red oil paint at the corner of his mouth jumped onto a car surrounded by three cars in one step.

The hood of the car made a "dong" sound.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was naturally aimed at Janna's forehead.

At the same time Janna heard him leaning into her ear, saying "Hey sweetheart, good job" in words only she could hear.

Janna:? ? ?

Don't blame her casually, what did she do?

"The knight of the night, the savior of Gotham...look at how everyone calls Batman." Under the deterrence of the previous gunfire, no one dared to interrupt the clown's speech, "But if he has another identity, it is this What will happen to the richest people in Gotham, the biggest entrepreneur in public welfare?"

Janna was also stunned. This villain who seemed to be involved with "her" guessed quite accurately.

She instinctively went to see her boss. He had a serious expression but a calm demeanor at the moment, but when he looked at her for a moment, a complicated look flashed across his eyes.

Recalling the signal sent from the dark from the very beginning... Janna suddenly had an idea.

If before she took over the body, the original owner of the body had some ulterior deal with the clown.

And this transaction happened to be related to this incident and Batman.

With his ability, would he really know nothing?

But the one who didn't know the most, she thought that she was a good citizen who would die at any time, so she jumped so hard in front of Batman so many times.

It would be weird if you didn't check her upside down.

"Among the three cars, a bomb was planted in one of the cars. Next, let us, the person with the most say in the audience, make a small choice, whether to give up the life of this employee under his command, or Choose one of these three cars, or... tell me that he is the night law enforcement officer I am looking for." The clown's melodious tone turned low, and he spit out a name, "Chairman of Wayne Group, Bruce Wayne Mr. En, start your performance."

Janna wanted to tell the villain that the script wasn't quite right.

Her past performances may have changed from an employee to a key suspect in the eyes of her boss very early on.

There's no need to guess, she's already chatted up.

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