[Zhongyingmei] I continue for 1 second for myself
Chapter 8 Continued 8s
In Gotham, a municipality that is not too big or small, the news of the media every day, except for thieves and robbers, is the trade and lace news between various business tycoons.
In addition to the reporter at the entrance of Wayne Building today, there is also a strange lady with reddish-brown mid-length hair draped over her shoulders and a black-collar suit standing at the main entrance.
There was a slight smile on her delicate face, and whenever someone was attracted by her energetic and unique charm, she would drive them away with her eyes.
Janna accepted the job anyway.
In her opinion, the bodyguard of the wealthy president and the constant policeman in the field, these two professions are not very different, and she can adapt to them in seconds.
The wound on her stomach is now nothing but a scar from stitches.
She thought she had recovered, but was informed by the doctor of a not-so-optimistic phenomenon during the follow-up visit:
——"It's strange that your internal organs look like they have suffered serious internal injuries from the perspective view."
Janna knew that it would not be so easy to be dug out from the mound.
The soil is still buried, and the straw is also inserted.
Death does not know when it will come.
No one knew who she was until a Rolls Royce pulled up at the door and Janna's footsteps moved.
It was the business car of the president of the Wayne Group.
The reporters who had prepared topics swarmed forward, but Janna was even faster.
"Let's let one let, let one let!"
In the eyes of others, she had a kind of strength that didn't seem to belong to this body, and broke through the encirclement of these experienced reporters a few times.
"Hey, do you have professionalism? Do you know that first come, first served!" The female reporter who was pushed aside by Jana was dissatisfied.
"Sorry, I'm just following my professionalism."
Under the surprised eyes of the reporters, Janna opened the door of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
As soon as Bruce Wayne stepped out of the car, he realized that Janna, who was on the job on the first day, was better at dealing with reporters than he was.
Just as he stood firmly on his front heel, he felt a hand on his back, pushing him through the encirclement of reporters.
"Mr. Wayne, it is said that you will replenish the trust fund in the near future, is it true?"
"Mr. Wayne, the crime rate in Gotham is still high recently, this..."
Janna opened the microphone with her hand, "The crime rate is not under the control of our president, the police station at the next street can find out?"
"President Wayne, this lady is the new face of the group, she is..."
"It's nice to meet you. We'll see each other a few times every morning." Janna cut the conversation again.
Her words were not formulaic, but they were also tinged with emotion.
After sending the new boss into the mansion, Janna breathed a sigh of relief.
"You seem to have adapted to your job, and I'm not mistaken."
Wayne verified her identity before hiring, and the 20-something woman, as the police investigated, was alone and barely making ends meet.
Although it's not clear where she got her skill from, it's not a threat to him.
"Thank you boss for the compliment." Janna curled her lips, but said nothing else.
To be honest, she probably doesn't know herself better than he does.
In the afternoon, I went through the same experience again, and I was sent to the car in the reverse direction.
She seems to be a bodyguard, but her working hours are only when Wayne leaves his large estate.
This cover-up method is naturally because there is a secret there.
Janna doesn't care about other people's secrets, she cares more about how long she can live.
Getting on the car back to the manor, Bruce Wayne rolled down the window.
When the vehicle started, he saw Janna stretched her waist as she was walking into the building, and said in a rhythmic tone: "Another day without any accidents, and I am one step closer to retirement."
... He seriously doubted whether she had misunderstood the retirement age.
Tonight is a bit different, it is more like a gathering of rich businessmen and high-class people than a painting exhibition auction.
Jana stood in the corner, staring at the boss who was holding a wine glass and talking to others.
"This painting is very artistic, isn't it?"
Hearing someone strike up a conversation, Janna didn't even turn her head, and replied "Yes."
"It seems that you are very concerned about your new job, sweetheart, remember your mission, don't be too lazy."
Hearing that something was wrong, Janna turned her head abruptly.
But there was no one behind him, only the waiter and other bodyguards in black suits nearby.
After looking around, Janna's eyes returned to Wayne.
He was picking up a phone call, and after listening for a few seconds, he put down the goblet in his hand and glanced in her direction at the same time.
Janna thought she was calling for something, but saw the boss backing her again.Traveling in the opposite direction to her, she entered the blind spot of her vision.
——This is a boss who intends to get rid of his bodyguards and do secret activities.
So what's the point of him hiring a bodyguard?
Janna is naturally faithful and dutiful.
She followed in the direction Wayne had left.
But her boss is more cunning than she imagined, these few seconds are nowhere to be found.
Although it seems a bit wrong to use the word cunning for the boss, but as a bodyguard who was thrown away by the guarantor, Janna really couldn't think of other words.
After thinking for a few seconds, Jana casually took a glass of cocktail from the passing waiter, avoiding the camera.
After confirming that no one noticed her, she poured the drink straight down the nearest second-floor window.
If her boss was counting on throwing her off in seconds, let her find him ten times as long.
When the dynamic becomes static, the recognition of the field of view improves a lot.
Janna spotted Bruce Wayne in the lobby of the hotel where the auction was held
He even kept throwing his coat on the front desk to get rid of his bodyguards.
At this moment, half of the cocktail in the wine glass "splashed" onto the ground, and half poured over someone's head.
And this so-and-so person was the one who just reminded Janna not to play with things.When he raised his head, there was no one at the window, so he could only complain and leave with wet hair.
"President Wayne, I'm glad I found you. It wasn't long after I was praised, but I almost made a mistake and didn't follow closely. It's okay."
Janna looked rejoiced, and blinked at Wayne who was frozen in place, "Where are you going?"
"..."
Wayne suddenly discovered that the new bodyguard's excellent professional ability seemed to be a bad thing for him with another identity.
But he still kept his composure, and threw the car keys in his pocket to her, "Oh... I suddenly remembered something urgent, but I got drunk and wanted to find a substitute driver, can you drive?"
Janna, who drove a supercar for the first time, had no time to familiarize herself with the performance, so she hurriedly drove the car from the underground garage to the entrance of the hotel.
She was afraid that her cunning boss would run away again.
Fortunately, this time her boss was very face-saving and got into the co-pilot after she stopped the car, and then set a navigation address on the driving electronic screen.
"I'm in a hurry, can I drive?"
The call Wayne just received came from the butler Alfred, who told him that a gang of drug deals was going on secretly in an abandoned building ten miles away.
The unmanned Batmobile was already on the way, and he had to hurry to catch it.
"Boss, please put on your seat belt." It is Janna's duty to ensure the safety of the boss.
"..." Wayne held his breath and put on his seat belt.
He was weighing whether he should really give his over-conscientious bodyguard the position of cleaner she had been dreaming of day and night.
Then he found out he was wrong.
This beautiful-looking lady, who relied on a suit jacket to support her aura as a bodyguard, stepped on the accelerator more fiercely than him.
When he watched the needle on the dashboard soar to 120, he knew why she made him wear a seat belt.
An orphan who grew up in an orphanage and lives in a cheap rental house, but can drive a supercar at a speed of 120?
Bruce Wayne was lost in thought again.
The last time Janna drove at this speed was when the police and robbers were performing a life-and-death chase at high speed.
She took the lead in stopping the bandits and was awarded a medal.
If it wasn't for Gotham's overcrowded traffic, she could still be faster.
The ten-mile distance took Janna seven minutes.
Her boss reset a new coordinate and got out of the car by herself.
"You drive here." He even got there before his Batmobile.
Janna glanced at the coordinates, it was Wayne Manor.
The owner didn't come back, but the bodyguard drove back by himself, is there something wrong?
"...Boss Wayne, can you not embarrass me?"
"I have a date with a lady tonight, and I won't encounter any major problems. Really, I will bear all the consequences myself." Wayne frowned. He made up a reason and didn't want to embarrass her. She just in conscientiousness.
If she was really like what he investigated, then she was the only person he saw in this corrupt city who could keep her heart.Although she occasionally changed her face quickly, he could see that she had no bad intentions.Then he shouldn't let her continue to dabble in the darkness of the city, including his secrets.
"I see, you are the boss and you have the final say."
Janna shrugged and closed the window.
Now that Boss Wayne has said so, whether it's really making an appointment with someone or punishing evil and promoting good, there is no room for her to participate.
Janna started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.
She was then pulled over by police.
Excuse me, she really doesn't have a driver's license.
In addition to the reporter at the entrance of Wayne Building today, there is also a strange lady with reddish-brown mid-length hair draped over her shoulders and a black-collar suit standing at the main entrance.
There was a slight smile on her delicate face, and whenever someone was attracted by her energetic and unique charm, she would drive them away with her eyes.
Janna accepted the job anyway.
In her opinion, the bodyguard of the wealthy president and the constant policeman in the field, these two professions are not very different, and she can adapt to them in seconds.
The wound on her stomach is now nothing but a scar from stitches.
She thought she had recovered, but was informed by the doctor of a not-so-optimistic phenomenon during the follow-up visit:
——"It's strange that your internal organs look like they have suffered serious internal injuries from the perspective view."
Janna knew that it would not be so easy to be dug out from the mound.
The soil is still buried, and the straw is also inserted.
Death does not know when it will come.
No one knew who she was until a Rolls Royce pulled up at the door and Janna's footsteps moved.
It was the business car of the president of the Wayne Group.
The reporters who had prepared topics swarmed forward, but Janna was even faster.
"Let's let one let, let one let!"
In the eyes of others, she had a kind of strength that didn't seem to belong to this body, and broke through the encirclement of these experienced reporters a few times.
"Hey, do you have professionalism? Do you know that first come, first served!" The female reporter who was pushed aside by Jana was dissatisfied.
"Sorry, I'm just following my professionalism."
Under the surprised eyes of the reporters, Janna opened the door of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
As soon as Bruce Wayne stepped out of the car, he realized that Janna, who was on the job on the first day, was better at dealing with reporters than he was.
Just as he stood firmly on his front heel, he felt a hand on his back, pushing him through the encirclement of reporters.
"Mr. Wayne, it is said that you will replenish the trust fund in the near future, is it true?"
"Mr. Wayne, the crime rate in Gotham is still high recently, this..."
Janna opened the microphone with her hand, "The crime rate is not under the control of our president, the police station at the next street can find out?"
"President Wayne, this lady is the new face of the group, she is..."
"It's nice to meet you. We'll see each other a few times every morning." Janna cut the conversation again.
Her words were not formulaic, but they were also tinged with emotion.
After sending the new boss into the mansion, Janna breathed a sigh of relief.
"You seem to have adapted to your job, and I'm not mistaken."
Wayne verified her identity before hiring, and the 20-something woman, as the police investigated, was alone and barely making ends meet.
Although it's not clear where she got her skill from, it's not a threat to him.
"Thank you boss for the compliment." Janna curled her lips, but said nothing else.
To be honest, she probably doesn't know herself better than he does.
In the afternoon, I went through the same experience again, and I was sent to the car in the reverse direction.
She seems to be a bodyguard, but her working hours are only when Wayne leaves his large estate.
This cover-up method is naturally because there is a secret there.
Janna doesn't care about other people's secrets, she cares more about how long she can live.
Getting on the car back to the manor, Bruce Wayne rolled down the window.
When the vehicle started, he saw Janna stretched her waist as she was walking into the building, and said in a rhythmic tone: "Another day without any accidents, and I am one step closer to retirement."
... He seriously doubted whether she had misunderstood the retirement age.
Tonight is a bit different, it is more like a gathering of rich businessmen and high-class people than a painting exhibition auction.
Jana stood in the corner, staring at the boss who was holding a wine glass and talking to others.
"This painting is very artistic, isn't it?"
Hearing someone strike up a conversation, Janna didn't even turn her head, and replied "Yes."
"It seems that you are very concerned about your new job, sweetheart, remember your mission, don't be too lazy."
Hearing that something was wrong, Janna turned her head abruptly.
But there was no one behind him, only the waiter and other bodyguards in black suits nearby.
After looking around, Janna's eyes returned to Wayne.
He was picking up a phone call, and after listening for a few seconds, he put down the goblet in his hand and glanced in her direction at the same time.
Janna thought she was calling for something, but saw the boss backing her again.Traveling in the opposite direction to her, she entered the blind spot of her vision.
——This is a boss who intends to get rid of his bodyguards and do secret activities.
So what's the point of him hiring a bodyguard?
Janna is naturally faithful and dutiful.
She followed in the direction Wayne had left.
But her boss is more cunning than she imagined, these few seconds are nowhere to be found.
Although it seems a bit wrong to use the word cunning for the boss, but as a bodyguard who was thrown away by the guarantor, Janna really couldn't think of other words.
After thinking for a few seconds, Jana casually took a glass of cocktail from the passing waiter, avoiding the camera.
After confirming that no one noticed her, she poured the drink straight down the nearest second-floor window.
If her boss was counting on throwing her off in seconds, let her find him ten times as long.
When the dynamic becomes static, the recognition of the field of view improves a lot.
Janna spotted Bruce Wayne in the lobby of the hotel where the auction was held
He even kept throwing his coat on the front desk to get rid of his bodyguards.
At this moment, half of the cocktail in the wine glass "splashed" onto the ground, and half poured over someone's head.
And this so-and-so person was the one who just reminded Janna not to play with things.When he raised his head, there was no one at the window, so he could only complain and leave with wet hair.
"President Wayne, I'm glad I found you. It wasn't long after I was praised, but I almost made a mistake and didn't follow closely. It's okay."
Janna looked rejoiced, and blinked at Wayne who was frozen in place, "Where are you going?"
"..."
Wayne suddenly discovered that the new bodyguard's excellent professional ability seemed to be a bad thing for him with another identity.
But he still kept his composure, and threw the car keys in his pocket to her, "Oh... I suddenly remembered something urgent, but I got drunk and wanted to find a substitute driver, can you drive?"
Janna, who drove a supercar for the first time, had no time to familiarize herself with the performance, so she hurriedly drove the car from the underground garage to the entrance of the hotel.
She was afraid that her cunning boss would run away again.
Fortunately, this time her boss was very face-saving and got into the co-pilot after she stopped the car, and then set a navigation address on the driving electronic screen.
"I'm in a hurry, can I drive?"
The call Wayne just received came from the butler Alfred, who told him that a gang of drug deals was going on secretly in an abandoned building ten miles away.
The unmanned Batmobile was already on the way, and he had to hurry to catch it.
"Boss, please put on your seat belt." It is Janna's duty to ensure the safety of the boss.
"..." Wayne held his breath and put on his seat belt.
He was weighing whether he should really give his over-conscientious bodyguard the position of cleaner she had been dreaming of day and night.
Then he found out he was wrong.
This beautiful-looking lady, who relied on a suit jacket to support her aura as a bodyguard, stepped on the accelerator more fiercely than him.
When he watched the needle on the dashboard soar to 120, he knew why she made him wear a seat belt.
An orphan who grew up in an orphanage and lives in a cheap rental house, but can drive a supercar at a speed of 120?
Bruce Wayne was lost in thought again.
The last time Janna drove at this speed was when the police and robbers were performing a life-and-death chase at high speed.
She took the lead in stopping the bandits and was awarded a medal.
If it wasn't for Gotham's overcrowded traffic, she could still be faster.
The ten-mile distance took Janna seven minutes.
Her boss reset a new coordinate and got out of the car by herself.
"You drive here." He even got there before his Batmobile.
Janna glanced at the coordinates, it was Wayne Manor.
The owner didn't come back, but the bodyguard drove back by himself, is there something wrong?
"...Boss Wayne, can you not embarrass me?"
"I have a date with a lady tonight, and I won't encounter any major problems. Really, I will bear all the consequences myself." Wayne frowned. He made up a reason and didn't want to embarrass her. She just in conscientiousness.
If she was really like what he investigated, then she was the only person he saw in this corrupt city who could keep her heart.Although she occasionally changed her face quickly, he could see that she had no bad intentions.Then he shouldn't let her continue to dabble in the darkness of the city, including his secrets.
"I see, you are the boss and you have the final say."
Janna shrugged and closed the window.
Now that Boss Wayne has said so, whether it's really making an appointment with someone or punishing evil and promoting good, there is no room for her to participate.
Janna started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.
She was then pulled over by police.
Excuse me, she really doesn't have a driver's license.
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