Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Jennifer had imagined the other party's reaction countless times when she spoke, so she didn't feel any surprise when his face really darkened.

The current Master Wayne didn't look quite like the Bruce he remembered.He stood where he was, with a dignified face, sharp eyes, and the corners of his mouth were flattened, as if he was thinking about something.This man can bring such a lot of pressure to people when he is not smiling. No wonder the criminals in Gotham are scared out of their wits by him, wishing to catch bats to make soup every day.

However, Jennifer is not the kind of young actor who has never seen the world. She has no less experience in life than Wayne, and the bloodthirsty after the end of the world is no more kind than Batman.Furthermore, the pressure that a person can bring is in no way comparable to the pressure that nature can bring.

With this kind of confidence, at this moment, she can not only resist the hair-raising gaze, sit comfortably on the bed, but even leisurely observe the other party's steel-blue eyes and slightly tensed shoulders.

No wonder the touch feels so good before, she thought lightly, wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, eight-pack abs, and a beautiful face, plus a mysterious identity bonus.

These days people always have various complexes for superheroes.

In addition to fanatical worship covering all ages, there are fantasies ranging from PG-13 to R to NC-17. Various cryptic jokes are flying all over the sky on Facebook, Twitter, Youtube, and Tangbure, and the circle is even bigger. Small fans also have a variety of newer and more exciting declarations on the website.

[One day I will definitely beep with Superman——]

【Professor X can do it while thinking...? 】

[Captain America's buttocks are simply the light of the world, no one wants to have a fling with him. 】

[Is it just me who loves the look of Batman standing on the water drop stone beast?Condescending, tsk tsk tsk. 】

Fans often also use their imaginations to add specific plots to these late-night stories, such as the twisty "S" symbol on the chest that must be involved in the fantasy of Superman, and the fantasy of Iron Man must involve the next morning. Smashed checks, the fantasy about Batman must involve random props and Batmobiles, Batbikes, Batplanes, Battanks, Bats...

all in all.

Although these fantasies are a bit fanatical, after all, superhero fans just stay at home and watch TV, occasionally look out of the window, and heroes always like to wear colorful tights and hang around the world, not to mention It is said that some teams are also mixed with "suit designers" with ulterior motives-otherwise how to explain Captain America's suit getting tighter every year?

A piece of cake is flying around in a red cape in the sky, and no one can blame anyone for wanting to eat it.

Iron Man himself has also liked many tweets praising Chaoying's appearance on Twitter.

Or maybe it's not slippery.

Jennifer, who usually hangs around on social media, has been exposed to this kind of information to some extent, and was once watched by Amway when she was on a talk show. Videos of herself and other actors.I didn't think there was anything before, but now that I think about it, I suddenly have some complicated and unspeakable emotions.

In the final analysis, it can be entangled in one sentence-this wave is not a loss.

She calmed down more and more, and said half-jokingly: "Relax, Gotham Knight, I don't intend to talk about your identity with others. It's just that I have been hiding it for so long, and I think I should ask for some compensation. That's right."

This sentence eased the always somewhat depressing atmosphere.

Jennifer expected to hear some brisk responses, but she didn't expect the other party to say something she didn't expect.

"You think I'm Batman? Stop joking, how do I resemble that big black bat?" The young Wayne looked offended, "Okay, now that we've talked about it Yeah — I'm actually sponsoring Batman. I used to think Gotham needed a symbol, but then it turns out he's got too many enemies, and the criminals are always going to follow him and get me in a lot of trouble."

Jennifer raised her eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

Bruce: "The first time I helped the forces behind Batman Chafe Conney, the Shadow Fighters Alliance burned Wayne's old house. The second time Batman provoked the Penguin, I was blocked on the way back from the nightclub that night .The third time Batman wanted me to donate to Arkham Asylum, and it didn't take long before someone blew up my car. I'm not Batman, I'm just a guy who got bad luck sponsoring him."

Jennifer: "..."

She was almost sympathetic to him, for she had never seen anyone in the world have such difficulty concealing a good thing they had done.

Anyone else might believe this story, but not Jennifer.

She is an excellent actor, she knows how to judge a person's micro-expressions, not to mention, in her opinion, when Bruce Wayne confesses sincerely, he often appears unexpectedly clumsy, with only nine truths mixed with one lie Only when you speak can you speak so fluently.

But it doesn't matter, she is only identifying her identity for the next conversation, and she doesn't need the other party's acknowledgment.

After a while, Jenny asked down the line: "A while ago, you often went out in the middle of the night?"

Bruce answered fluently: "Batman came to send me information at that time. He always haunts in the middle of the night, you know."

After a pause, he asked again, "That late-night secret meeting with a female friend?"

"She's someone who knows the inside story." Bruce paused, "Feconi."

Considering that it wasn't long after that that the social pages were flooded with stories about the downfall of the gangsters, some of them are very clear.

"You did it." Jennifer was speechless.

She felt a little relaxed, no matter what her status was, at least she didn't encounter such a bad thing as being cheated everywhere during the relationship.Multiple identities lead to multiple deviations. Today, the past can be unfolded in detail, and the future is still without a trace. It is better to focus on the present.

After dispelling her doubts, she went straight to what she really wanted to know: "Now that you know the conspiracy of Osborn Industries, there must be a ghost behind the reptile potion. What do you—Batman plan to do?"

"Why do you care so much about reptile potions?" Bruce asked back.

Needless to say?

Jennifer was annoyed by him: "On a big scale, I hate conspiracies and tricks. On a small scale, the subjects of the reptile potion experiment are all contestants. If the next round is still divided into groups, something will happen in the competition system, and I happen to I have been assigned a team member who is in a lot of situations, what should I do then?"

Just thinking about the unknown number of time bombs lurking among the contestants in the dangerous wilderness, the dangerous nerves in her body were about to scream like a fire alarm.

As an ordinary person, there are too few sources of information, so Jennifer can only stare closely at the other party, hoping to hear a little bit of inside information.

Unexpectedly, Bruce didn't disclose it, but replied evasively: "Voluntary participation in the experiment is legal and compliant. Unless it can be proved that the experimenter knew that there was a problem with the medicine, Batman can't do anything about it. Taking a step back, even if the medicine produces unexpected results In addition to side effects, the Avengers will also intervene in time."

"Gotham is Gotham, and New York is New York?" Jennifer snorted.

He specifically pointed out the meaning of "Avenger". It is said that some heroes will set their own city as a patrol boundary, and Batman is the most representative of them. The Flash who haunts Central City and the Daredevil who is not easy to move in Hell's Kitchen.

Could it be that superheroes are still like beasts in the natural world, deliberately enclosing their own territory?

Thinking of this, Jennifer was angry and funny.

Knowing what that look meant, Bruce glared at her. "It's not a house game. Tony himself is the man behind the show, and if something goes wrong with the show, he's bound to take the whole Avengers down. The whole world can drop three fancy suits for a brick now." There are many superheroes, they all have different styles of doing things, and entrusting one thing to two hands will only reduce efficiency."

Saying the word "hero" from Master Wayne's mouth really killed him. He frowned so much that he could pinch a mosquito to death. Obviously, he had a completely different opinion on what a hero should be called or not.

Maybe there are glamorous heroes in New York, but there are only vigilantes lurking in the dark in Gotham.

Jennifer had indeed heard it said that being a criminal in Gotham was like being born with a gold medal, and being a criminal in New York was like dancing with your head in your belt.Cutting skin, breaking bones, and threatening to hang on a high tower, the big bat "does all kinds of evil", but it won't cross the last red line, and the Avenger?Avengers don't pay attention to whether to kill or not. Any target criminal has only two choices, surrender and be lenient, or resist arrest, regardless of life or death.

In this way, two groups of heroes intervening in the same matter will definitely have conflicts. The heroes have no collective organization, and the solution to the problem depends on mutual understanding and self-discipline. It is no wonder that he is very cautious about interfering with Osborne's industry.

After thinking about it, Jennifer finally chose to give in: "You helped me make an appointment with Mr. Stark, and I will try to mention it the next time I meet him. You are right, the contract has been signed, and the subject of the experiment I agree again... other heroes have other things to deal with, and the Avengers who guard New York and are deeply involved cannot act rashly, and no one can do anything now."

They all clearly had a premonition that this matter might end in a bad direction, but they couldn't stop it because the result hadn't happened yet.

After all, it's a bit difficult to calm down.

Bruce looked at her, pondered for a moment, and suddenly said, "It's not necessarily impossible. Tony knows who to turn to for help. The Hulk attaches great importance to the mutation caused by rays, and another newly-emerged hero pays attention to the mutation caused by biotechnology." The mutation of the man was quite concerned. They called him 'Spider-Man,' a good neighbor to the people of New York."

The look on his face when he says the word "Spider-Man" is extremely weird.

But this is not what surprised Jennifer. What surprised her was: "From your tone, it seems that you know the true identity of this hero."

The identities of superheroes are all hidden, and those who have been exposed long ago like Captain America, and those who swagger through the market like Iron Man should be one in a million.

Bruce shrugged: "This kid's identity is as bright as a diamond under the sun. If it weren't for Tony and some organizations to help him hide behind his back, anyone with a little information backup would be able to find out who he is."

He himself was in his late thirties, and with his mouth shut about calling other people boys, Jennifer began to wonder how young the new hero was.

It turns out that not only are Hollywood child stars emerging in large numbers these days, they are star-studded at the Oscars, even superheroes employ child labor.

She shook her head.

Bruce wanted to say something more, but in the next second, he suddenly turned his head to the door, then quickly approached the bed and lowered his head.

The door was suddenly opened from the outside!

Jennifer put a hand on Bruce's shoulder in a very quick reaction, acting as if she had just finished making out.

I saw a nurse standing by the door, his face was dazed at first, and then quickly turned red, and he apologized repeatedly: "I'm really sorry, Miss Davis, it's time for a visit, and there is a problem with the monitoring again. ...." Having said that, his gaze has been wandering around the room, searching for any unusual factors.

Jennifer and Bruce looked at each other.

She showed an embarrassed smile, "I'm sorry to trouble you, we haven't seen each other for a long time, so..."

So much for this, leaving infinite meaning.

The nurse blinked, said "I understand" and "I'm really sorry" again, and then retreated outside the door, showing no intention of leaving.After the jammer was turned off, the various monitors in the room jumped up again, and red light emerged from the surface of the equipment at the four corners, as if four eyes were quietly peeping.

Bruce was so close, the smell of cedar wood and wine came to his face, and her pale face was reflected in those steel blue eyes.

After the words had been spoken, Jennifer took the time to run her fingers through his hair, and suddenly raised her voice: "So are you going to MetGala with me or not? You escaped me when I was competing outside during the Oscars, but MetGala always wants Come with me?"

Bruce froze.

Jennifer raised her eyebrows again: "I don't want to know which onion is in the newspaper. After all, things don't happen for no reason. If there is no smoke, there will be no fire, and flies will not bite seamless eggs. It's just you waving the checkbook and tearing it up everywhere. Only one or two women seek heat from you. Today this one said in the newspaper that he had a big sex with you, and tomorrow the other said on the talk show that he had sex with you seven times a night, how can you have this kind of ability?"

Bruce looked disbelieving for a moment.

Immediately, the hidden actor begged for mercy in a honeyed tone: "Of course, dear, it's all my fault. I will accompany you to the Met Gala, and I will definitely not be absent."

Jennifer held back her smile and continued to ask: "Then you promise to introduce me to your 'friend'?"

Bruce: "Which friend?"

Jennifer: "Who else can I have, the one you just said you have been working with. I took "Hunting Bin Laden". He is a military fan, and he can definitely help."

He would have confessed to Batman.

Bruce took a deep breath and said coquettishly: "Director Bigelow is best at torturing human nature. My friend is a military fan, but he may not know what is right and wrong. I read the script, and it is nothing more than justice and injustice. Justice is such an old-fashioned topic, it doesn’t matter how other people understand it, it only depends on how you and the director understand it.”

The script...has he studied it?

Jennifer could hardly hide the surprise on her face.

She just asked casually for the sake of expressing affection and righteousness, but she didn't expect that the other party had done some research on the play "Hunting Osama Bin Laden", and she didn't know how to answer it for a while.But soon she put this touch behind her, and complained like a little girl in love: "You don't like to think all the time, are these words taught by Alfred?"

No matter how good Bruce was at acting, he was hurt by the phrase "don't think".

At this moment, an uncontrollable chuckle came from close to the door, giving him a chance to escape in an instant.

So that day, all the staff in the building saw the face-saving Young Master Wayne rushing into the elevator with his chin upturned, his face as black as carbon, like a peacock with its tail hair clipped.

In the room at the end of the corridor, Miss Davis looked satisfied after being well cared for. Not only was she amiable all day long, she signed autographs for several young intern researchers, and even asked someone to remove the pain relief pump.

Newspapers that heard the gossip published headlines on the entertainment section the next day——

"National Enquirer": Bruce Wayne sent porridge to visit the sick, showing his love

"Hollywood Reporter": Breaking up the rumors of breaking up, the "Iron Lady" is emotionally stable

"Gotham Daily": A family war broke out in the ward?Insiders say the truth is

Live it!

Let you love acting, and put a three-layer vest on yourself.

What Batman, what Batman's sponsor, what uneducated playboy.

Jennifer ate the nutrition block and flipped through the newspaper, laughing so hard that her neck flickered for the first time since she came to this world.