Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Jennifer waited until after six o'clock in the afternoon before getting ready to leave.

The St. Regis Hotel is very close to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and there is a "special car" to pick you up, so you don't have to rush.

In order to avoid the situation where several celebrities squeeze into the camera at the same time, the MetGala red carpet sessions basically appear in order, with more important guests at the front and very important guests at the back. The two people who celebrated the festival lined up together.

This year, Jennifer's ranking was very low, and she didn't intend to rush there early to wait in the preparation area. Sitting in the temporary space that was set up was not as comfortable as sitting in a hotel.

But I can't get up anytime soon, Tommy is completely competitive with her hair, and I can't wait to spray six sets of styling on my head and face so that every strand of hair stays where it should be.

The make-up artist was stuck in traffic on the way, but this lady is always amazingly efficient, and it took less than an hour to get the prom make-up done, except for the eye makeup, which took a little time.

After the completion of the work, two strict modeling masters checked one side, and Tommy took out two sapphire decorative rings, which complemented the dangling blue crystal diamond ring pendant by his ear.

Jennifer put on her high heels and walked back and forth in the room twice to ensure that there were no irreparable problems in every link of the clothes.

She can't help but be careless. In the past, there are many celebrities who have been ridiculed. What's more, the fat is squeezed out of the waist and the shoulders are squeezed out of the breasts. What's more, it directly changes into a see-through outfit, and the breast stickers fall off while walking, and it is exposed when you bend over a little. A large piece.

This year, even Tommy's eyes glowed with this outfit, and Jennifer was even more careful, for fear that she would make a fool of herself instead of being in the limelight.

When a group of people went down to the hall, the sky outside had darkened slightly.

The hall of the St. Regis Hotel is magnificent, and there is the famous "Grandfather's Clock" in the corner. This grandfather clock is smaller than what Jennifer saw in the album, but the style is very old, and the clock face is also very exquisite. .

As a hotel used by many celebrities, St. Regis is experienced in blocking the media, whether it is security or doormen, and there is no suspicious person in the entire lobby.But looking through the glass of the golden revolving door, there are quite a few reporters waiting outside. Everyone has a photographer with them, and everyone is carrying a long gun and a short cannon.

Jennifer knows that these are the media that are not qualified to enter the filming, but they are often the most unoffensive media. They have no lower limit of morality, they can make up any messy material, and they are always in the dark for several years. They are conscientious and diligent. Sincerely, I am very affectionate.

But this time they couldn't do it all together.

Suddenly several bodyguards in black came up from the outside, and together with the security guards in the lobby, separated the crowd.Maha and the make-up artist followed Jennifer closely, the little assistant was holding flowers, Tommy was holding up a long skirt, and the four bodyguards sent by Brian were placed one meter apart.

The revolving door of the old hotel was too small, and Jennifer had to squeeze into the same grid with Tommy when she went out. Fortunately, the stylist was openly gay, otherwise the media would make a big fuss.

She nodded to both sides with a smile on her face, and followed the man in black to the "special car" parked a dozen steps away.

It's the Rolls-Royce Phantom Extended, the car Bruce always brings out when he's at two-person events, and it's his Lamborghini that he drives most of the time.

There are countless luxury cars parked in Wayne’s garage. There are three Rolls-Royces alone, one of which was originally owned by Alfred, and the other is bought by Bruce when he first returned to Gotham. Yes, in order to "spend time and drink" with friends, I also specially customized a wine cabinet in the compartment; the last one was an extended version purchased after half a year of dating, which is the one in front of me, which is decorated with a starry sky roof, a shoe cabinet and a dressing room.

Thinking of this, Jennifer felt a little relieved.

The old butler Alfred was driving the car. Young Master Wayne was sitting in the back seat, with one leg bent and the other stretched straight forward, with a walking stick on the side.

He was dressed very well, a black suit was tailored, and the collar of the white shirt stood up very high, matching his slender figure and straight shoulders. The tie and cufflinks were all blue, obviously he had done his homework in advance. Matches well with your girlfriend's clothes.

The Rolls-Royce started slowly after the passengers sat firmly.

"You look beautiful today." Bruce blinked, "This dress looks really good on you, and the jewels complement your skin tone."

Jennifer was looking for her slippers in the shoe cabinet. Hearing this, she couldn't help raising her eyebrows, and cast a playful look at him: "If a woman doesn't look good wearing millions of dollars, then she probably doesn't have a chance to look good either. But thank you for your praise, Mr. Wayne really can't stop for a moment, and he spends all his walking energy on his mouth when he's limping."

This crutch was probably Batman's masterpiece, but unfortunately she didn't pay attention to Gotham news at all a few days ago, so she naturally had no way of knowing which villain did it.

The scenery outside the window passed very slowly. There was only a car accident on the street a few hours ago, and even the residents in the high-rise suites heard the sound of horns one after another.

Bruce followed her eyes to look at his legs, and then leaned lazily on the back of the chair, resting his cheek with one hand. "I'm just playing a man who cares about his girlfriend. This leg will be lame for a few days. I didn't grasp the angle of entering the water when I dived, and accidentally broke my leg."

"I thought I fell in the bathtub, or sleepwalked and rolled down the stairs, or picked up the wrong guy at a nightclub."

Any of the above reasons is stronger than diving and breaking a leg, and the other party probably understands it in his heart, but he has to habitually make up some excuses, as if I will not talk about it.

The Rolls-Royce overtook a Corolla smoothly, leaving the cursing driver behind.

"Let's talk about the new information." Jennifer put away her high heels. "Batman and you really have a deep relationship. It's not enough to send news in the middle of the night, even lame days."

Bruce fell silent for a moment.

Alfred in the driver's seat glanced at the rearview mirror, showing a half knowing smile.He raised the partition between the front and rear seats, not intending to join the conversation between the two young men.

One side of the partition seems to be a display screen. Following the master's adjustments, the power-on symbol was first reflected, and then the painting style changed suddenly, with countless lines of green letters drawn across, and finally connected to an unfamiliar terminal.

"What is this?" Jennifer asked knowingly.

"The information you want." Bruce inserted a hard drive into the interface, "Curtis Connors kept all the initial information about the reptile potion in the laboratory in the Florida Everglades, and we managed to get it A copy of these materials. According to him, the original blood plasma is more effective. It can not only regenerate broken limbs, but also turn experimental animals into "monsters" with reptile characteristics, such as strength, self-healing ability, and agility. The series data will be greatly improved.”

A 3D model of a rabbit without ears was shown on the display. After being injected with reptile medicine, the rabbit first grew ears, then its tail grew long, its fluff fell off, and layers of scales appeared on its body.The four claws extended several times, becoming sharper than the blade, easily scratching deep scratches on the simulated ground.

What a monster.

Jennifer took a breath: "So he wants to turn the players into monsters?"

"Not necessarily." Bruce shook his head, "You continue to look down."

A second rabbit appears on the screen.

"Conners then diluted the reptile plasma five times, ten times, thirty times, and fifty times, and experimented on animals. As the plasma was gradually diluted, the mutation rate and mutation intensity of mice and white rabbits were all the same. Gradually decreases."

The last rabbit had perfectly grown ears, was alive and kicking, and the changes stopped.

"Connors has never tried medicine on humans. We found his experiment diary. It seems that he originally wanted to inject himself directly, but was restrained by someone sent by Osborne."

This sentence contains a lot of information.

In other words, Osborn knew that such an experiment was going on, and they waited until the researcher was in danger before intervening.

Norman Osborn has become less fond of appearing in public in recent years. Many editorial commentators speculate that he is still suffering from the pain of his wife's death in his early years. out of order.

But no matter whether it is a man immersed in old memories or a man insane, he has no spare energy to pay attention to the experiment and exert pressure-let alone let the company lead the "Resident Evil Protocol".

Jennifer was lost in thought.She tapped her knuckles on the armrest, and finally asked: "What did Tony Stark say? Last time I asked about the pharmacy in an indirect manner, he only said that this area is under the control of Osborne Industries."

"The fact is that these experimental data have been copied many times." Bruce played with the armrest of the walking stick, "Some people don't seem to care at all on the surface, but they have turned the whole story upside down in private. Our Stark The master not only hacked the database of the Everglades Laboratory, but even Osborne Industries and Luther. It was hacked from top to bottom, not to mention the surveillance video of the big and small Osborne quarreling, I am afraid that even Luther would wear The photos of the crotch pants have already fallen into his hands."

Those sapphire blue eyes turned into a cold steel blue again, and he was clearly saying something joking, but the opposite meaning was revealed in his eyes.

Iron Man knew that there might be a conspiracy behind the reptile potion, but he didn't take any measures to stop it, and it can even be said that he let the potion experiment proceed.

To some extent, what Lex Luthor and Norman Osborn are plotting must make sense, otherwise the entire program group is estimated to have turned upside down.However, what if it makes sense but doesn't make sense——

"He's holding back," Jennifer pointed out mercilessly.

"He's indecisive," Bruce corrected.

"The database of Osborne Industry records the experimental records of the black bear potion. Before it was diluted, the black bear potion would also cause people to grow bear hair. Later, the researchers diluted it several times and applied it to human experiments. As a result, some people grew hair. Bear hair, some don’t. After more than 20 rounds of voluntary experiments, Osborne Industries found the most suitable dilution factor, which pushed the black bear medicine to the next stage.”

He leaned forward, his eyes darkened.

"The reptile medicine has been diluted a hundred times, Jenny, a hundred times, and the people who took the medicine also voluntarily signed the agreement. Where do we stand to stop this kind of thing?"

"If Stark wants to, he can," Jennifer heard herself say.

"Yes, he can, but he doesn't want to." Bruce said slowly, "Tony is not only a superhero, but also an inventor and adventurer. You can't even imagine how daring he is. Anything that might give the earth and He is willing to try things that bring happiness to mankind. The gene of innovation and risk-taking is born in his bones-don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying that Tony doesn’t have a sense of responsibility for the consequences, it’s just that sometimes such attempts bring The consequences would be unbearable even for Iron Man."

It couldn't be clearer at this point in the conversation.

Jennifer closed her eyes and leaned against the back of the chair to rest for a moment, letting the information collide in her mind.

"So in the next round I may be surrounded by a large group of lizardmen." She rubbed the center of her brows, "Damn it, I can understand his approach somewhat. This kind of experiment is not as good as doing it in the wilderness in the city, even if it is true. It won't have much impact if it is mutated, but the reputation of the organizer will be damaged... I don't think Tony Stark seems to care what others say about him, or I'd better just quit the competition." The broken pot complained brokenly.

The air in the car was silent for a moment.

After a long time, Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Will you?"

of course not.

Regardless of whether the next round will be a group competition system after Iron Man knows this, even if they are grouped, they may not necessarily be assigned to experimenters. If they take another step back, even if they are assigned to experimenters, they can go alone.Jennifer is not one to cause trouble, nor does she like to initiate trouble, but retiring now is like shouting in Luthor and Osborn's ears: I retired for a reason!I already know about your plot!Come and kill me now!

What a dilemma.

If she doesn't ask today, she doesn't know what she will face at all; if she asks the answer today, she still has to participate in the competition.

The person in front of him had figured out her reaction clearly, so he naturally sat firmly on the Diaoyutai now.Thinking of this, Jennifer's heart was full of "new hatred and old debt", and she picked up the bouquet and smashed it on Master Wayne's forehead, cursing: "Get out! (screw you)"

Bruce seemed to see through the attack, and just formally blocked it with his arm. "I must tell you this. The reptile potion is extremely dangerous. The conspiracy between Luthor and Osborn is unknown. You must be prepared."

"You bastard!" Jennifer hit him again, "I haven't settled the account with you for the nonsense before."

"Okay, 'please' get ready?" Bruce added.He plucked the petals from the top of his hair, and swept the petals that fell on his knees to his feet.

Jennifer couldn't help spit out a series of "F" phrases.

It was the first time that Young Master Wayne heard her swear, and his eyebrows almost flew to the ceiling.

"While I don't want to be rude," he said then, "you've done it countless times."