Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Batman strode up the stairs.

He unbuckled his cloak as he walked, tossing the expensive material damaged in battle into a corner, where it slammed together with several broken guard panels.

Alfred doesn't appreciate the emotional approach, but he knows it's best not to pet the cat when it's cranky—especially when you're about to tell it it's out of food.

"Looks like you're in trouble, Master Wayne," he said in a very British way. "Let me guess, is it the guy in the fancy dress again?"

"Joker," Batman snapped.

How many cases is this this month?twelve?Thirteen?He lost count.

Since the appearance of this card-throwing criminal, Gotham seems to have been activated, and any crappy criminal can come back with some genius ideas.

Batman hates the term "genius" for criminal tactics, but this is what he sees: the entire GCPD (Police Department) being played around by the other side.

"I hope you bring me good news." Alfred put away the gloves that Batman took off, picked up the cloak and shook it, examining the damage on it was like examining an alien map.

Batman responded, "Nobody's going to die tonight." He walked halfway across the Batcave and put the visor down on the computer desk with a thud. "It's not good news. It's only a matter of time before there are massive casualties. I must catch him, the sooner the better." He habitually glanced at the old housekeeper.

His eyes froze.

It's usually hard to tell from a former MI5 agent, but he's clearly looking bad, and something very, very bad has happened.

Batman wondered what might have happened: Could it be that the Scarecrow had escaped from prison?Penguin fiddling with his toy bombs again?Deadshot restless?What trouble is Lucius running into?

Without waiting for him to rule out everything, Alfred shook his head as if he heard the sound of his heart: "It's not the trouble caused by criminals."

Batman allowed himself to relax for a moment.

"It's Miss Davis." The old butler continued, "She's missing."

For a few seconds, Batman didn't understand what "disappeared" meant—how could a person disappear in a global broadcast room?For the patch, there are four cameras in each live broadcast room; for the patch, these cameras are all produced by Stark Industries.

But he was finally convinced by the old housekeeper's face, turned on the computer and looked into the familiar database, asking, "When?"

"It has been reported everywhere on the Internet." Alfred said objectively, "This incident was reported on major news media as soon as it happened, but what the public knows is not the disappearance, but a 'technical accident'. "

Jennifer Davis's live broadcast line lost communication due to a technical failure, and it recovered for a brief moment in the middle. People could see that the players were safe and sound, as if they didn't know that there was a problem with the live broadcast, and they were walking towards a camel caravan.

Batman listened to the old butler read the news, leaned over to look at the accompanying picture, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Forged." He concluded, "It seems that the program crew must have been scared out of their wits by the sudden incident, otherwise they would never have exposed the problem so easily. First of all, I have never seen a Bactrian camel in that area. ;Secondly, getting Tony to say the word "technical accident" is harder than killing him."

"Miss Davis also appeared." Alfred reminded.

"With so many images of her, it's too easy to fake a small clip," Batman said.

His hands tapped on the keyboard, one of the computers was analyzing countless audio files, and the other was slowly reading.

Alfred stared at the progress bar as if it was something very intriguing.For a moment, he asked politely, "I don't mean to offend...but are you hacking into a government information system now, Master Wayne?"

Ask knowingly.

Batman didn't even bother to answer.

The screen of the third computer was all blue, and his hand paused for a moment on the Enter key, and then tapped it lightly.

Numerous mannequins and dense data flashed across the eyes, and finally stopped on a female model, enlarged and occupied the entire display screen.Almost all signs that one can think of appear in this real-time data.

Needless to say, this is the database of the ring of life.

"I know Miss Davis is still alive." Alfred pointed out in hindsight, "We just need to find out what happened to her."

"What?" Batman repeated.

He unfolded the data just cracked by the computer in the middle, and everything became very clear.

Despite having the largest desert in the world, North Africa has never been a peaceful place.There are always wars on the borders of some countries, and civil wars are going on in some countries.The turmoil gave some people with ulterior motives a good opportunity to organize a rebellion.

The program team knew something about the civil war, so they avoided the less safe areas on the bright side in the design of the track, but they could only see the waves and were unable to see the undercurrent, so they pitted their players into the inside.

Ordinarily, no one can be blamed for this, the brewing storm is indeed a blind spot for the general public.Not to mention ordinary people, even superheroes, they can't take care of so many bad things happening in the world all day long.

The Avengers have recently been held back by the resurgent Hydra, and it is impossible to pay attention to all aspects at all times. As for Iron Man, who may have known about this, he not only has to deal with Hydra, but also is distracted by the program team. Of course, we will follow the advice of professionals in the design of the track.

Thinking of this, Batman suddenly asked, "Did Tony call me?"

"Why?" Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Could it be that he made a special trip to contact you for a small 'technical accident'? Could it be that you can't think of food without not seeing your girlfriend's face for a few days? "

Batman let out a guttural sound that sounded a bit like a low curse. "Tony knew I was 'sponsoring' Batman, in other words, he knew I was bound to get some news."

"And throw yourself into the trap to give you a chance to scold him and again threaten to eat up all his business in the Middle East? For God's sake, no, he didn't call you." Alfred explain.

They all fell silent.

At this moment, the computer on the left finally finished analyzing the audio and video, and spit out a hidden real video.The video was about 5 minutes long, from when Jennifer raised her hands until the video equipment was dropped at gunpoint and turned off automatically.

"How on earth did she do it?" Batman said flatly. "Is she a bad luck magnet or something? First the bear, then the cougar, the reptilian potion troubles and now the chaos, forever and ever." There's a way to jump into trouble with both feet."

<It's really worrying.

Alfred translated for him in his mind.

"Involving an unexpected crisis, I guess Mr. Luthor should come forward." The old butler continued, "His energy, together with the energy of Mr. Stark and Mr. Osborn, is enough to solve most of the things in the world."

"Better trust none of them," Batman said sarcastically.

<I have to intervene myself.

Alfred translated for him in his mind.

"With all due respect," the old butler said dryly, "it's not suitable for Batman to leave Gotham, and the entire Wayne Group has never been as involved in politics as Mr. Luthor who is better at it."

"Batman can't," Batman—Bruce said fairly. "This matter can only be done by 'I'." After a pause. "Let Lucius see who the best mercenary he can find is."

"What about you?" the old butler asked.

"Me?" Bruce took off the universal belt, "I'm going to chat with our Master Stark."

As a Wayne instead of Batman, he looked a little like his father at all, Alfred thought with half-pleasure.

Young Bruce Wayne, perhaps without realizing it, looks very composed, very sophisticated, and very—very angry. (pissed off)

***

Leaving aside the young and old Wayne who was about to tear up the checkbook, Jennifer finally followed the camel caravan to the Tuareg "village" before dark.

When she saw the village for the first time, there was a sense of loss in her heart that was almost beating her chest.

This group of Tuaregs lived on the edge of the oasis.

One, god damn it, an oasis!

For a player whose mind was still immersed in doing tasks not long ago, this cognition is no less than seeing a gold mine in front of him, but there is no way to mine it.

Jennifer looked at the land with the desire to vomit blood.

In the center of the oasis is a small lake, which seems to be very shallow.There are many green plants growing along the lake, low shrubs, tall trees, and there is even a place where crops that she will not recognize for a while are planted.

It is not known whether there are fish in the water or what kind of fish, but wading birds and birds can be seen everywhere, and there are sheep drinking water at the other end of the lake.

Houses of different shapes are built on the higher ground, which looks very low. Different people have fenced several wells with fences, and people in robes are active in the village.It is said that they are nomads, but because of this oasis, they have settled down semi-settled.

Everything is far from the "secret stronghold" Jennifer imagined.

The leading man let out a whistle.

Seeing the return of the camel caravan, people put down their work and greeted them.Smiles could be seen on the faces of several women without veils, but when they saw Jennifer, their faces changed drastically, and one of them shouted loudly.

She yelled the same word, probably not a good thing, because soon more people came out from behind the earthen wall, all of them armed with weapons, looking menacing.

Three men dismounted from their camels and headed forward. Some of the men gave way as they passed, until they could walk unimpeded to an older woman.This woman has dark skin and a huge scar on her face. Compared with the clansmen, her eyes appear calm and tolerant.

The men chattered for a while, showed her the knives on their waists, and gestured with their fingers, as if imitating a round camera.

The matriarch first showed a surprised expression, and then a young girl standing next to her suddenly tugged on her robe and whispered something in her ear, which made her expression even more shocked.

What exactly did you say?

Jennifer was wary.She was brewing some rhetoric, and she was even ready to trade with other cognitions—the locations of several salt mines known in previous lives, perhaps.

But after all, she didn't dare to act rashly, so she could only sit on the camel, watching the older Tuareg woman nod to the men and the girl, and then walk towards her, with her palm on the camel's neck.

Needless to say, the unscrupulous camel knelt down again.

This knocked Jennifer onto the ground, and she was immediately lowered when she was unprepared. She felt like sitting on a jumping machine.

She said as calmly as possible: Hello. "

It's in Berber.

The matriarch smiled, revealing her white teeth.She watched Jennifer standing upright with the help of her hump, and then said, "Welcome, guest from afar."

It's French, extremely fluent French with just a slight accent!

"Please forgive the disrespect of the family." With Jennifer's surprised eyes, the matriarch continued, "But please rest assured to stay here, we will provide you with water and food, and my daughter will entertain you."

She obviously has a very high level of culture.

Jennifer knows that Tuareg women generally have higher status than men and are more knowledgeable. Some traditional skills are even only allowed to be passed down from generation to generation among women, but this is too...

The contrast is dire.

"Thank you." In any case, she accepted it as soon as she saw it, without any intention of asking why Duan Gun was so wary of her and why he suddenly changed his attitude.

The matriarch was so pleased with her friendliness (knowledge) that she at once called her daughter and ordered her to take her guests to settle.

This command is also a signal to disperse.

The other Tuaregs seemed to have finally had enough of the excitement. Although there was still vigilance and dissatisfaction in their eyes, they did not dare to resist the order, so they had to go around here and surround the camels behind, waiting expectantly for the cargo to be uncovered.

Jennifer followed the girl who came up and entered an empty house. The hut built with mud looked not very secure, but at least there was a place to rest inside.The girl turned and went out, and soon a large bowl of water was brought to her.

At this time, it is a bit like the style of desert nomads: when treating guests, the first gift given is precious water.

"Hi, thank you," Jennifer said again in Berber.

The young girl smiled at her, and then said something that made her almost spray half a bowl of water on the ground: "I know you, you are an actor."

Jennifer: "!"

Her French was better than her mother's. "I've seen you on TV, and there is a picture of one of your plays in the textbook taught by the teacher."

"You went to school." Jennifer asked in surprise.

"No more." The girl replied, showing no sign of disappointment or disappointment. "Mum said she saw a bad omen and that going back and forth in town could cause big trouble."

"In the city?" Jennifer felt that she had been refreshed today.

"Of course," the girl pursed her lips and smiled, "Although we live in the desert, some young girls will go to school in settlements near the city, but not all Tuaregs do this. The settlements are so interesting Yes, they have their own bands there."

"What's your name?" Jennifer took another sip of water.

"You can call me Nadia." The girl said, "We don't entertain people very often. Some outsiders came here in the past and they caused trouble. Other camel caravans that passed by said that there are bad people selling information recently. This is something we don't want have witnessed."

Jennifer thought about it.

I have always heard that some tribes are not peaceful. Could it be that they are so unlucky that they happen to catch up with the tribe when they are going to make trouble again?

If so, it would make sense.

"You will be with us," Nadia went on, "as usual, a caravan will pass here soon, and you'd better go with them then. We don't want war, but some people do , they will not let go of any chips."

"Thank you." Jennifer said sincerely.

Regardless of whether her guess is accurate or not, at least the other party has provided a lot of kindness, and she should know how to be grateful.

"It's nothing." Nadia waved her hand pretending not to care.She stared at the swaying water in the bowl, as if she didn't know where to put her eyes. After a long time, she sneaked a glance over, bit her lips, and smiled shyly, "I know you're here for a trip, I can—I Can I take a picture with you?"

crit.

Jennifer: "..."

She was stunned for a moment, then struggled to organize her words, and said, "My camera——all my cameras were lost in the desert."

The passive voice is used.

Nadia's eyes widened, not knowing what had happened.She looked, looked, as if realizing what the wry smile on Jennifer's face meant.

"My God." The patriarch's daughter made a gasp.

She fidgeted and said a long sentence first in her own language and then in French, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! This must be my father's masterpiece!"

Before Jennifer could respond, Nadia dashed out of the house, waving her arms, and ran towards the leader who was stroking the camel.

The leader stretched out his hands steadily.

Jennifer was almost dumbfounded as she jumped into her father's arms like a monkey, then grabbed her father's veil and complained loudly, like a flood gate.