Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Gotham City, Old Town, Police Department (GCPD).

Director Jim Gordon put down the last briefing and rubbed the space between his brows.

Outside the window, it was not as quiet as the night in Gotham, there were no sirens one after another, no flustered footsteps and harsh bells, but he knew that this tranquility was only a harbinger of the approaching storm.

This is already the No.30 three vicious attacks this month.

August was presumably cursed by Satan himself.

In the first ten days of the year, Freeze planned a prison escape in Black Gate Prison, sending most of the prison guards to the west, and once again used actions to defend the honor of Gotham City's number one prison escape rate in the United States.

Two days after An's birthday, Penguin and Black Mask ate some explosives and fought for territory in Port Miller, but they were picked up by street demons.

Another person must think that this is the limit of unlucky, right?

Unfortunately not.

A week ago, the gold medal prosecutor Harvey Dent, known as Gotham's "Bright Knight" and "Last Conscience", was poured a bottle of sulfuric acid by the criminal Maroney in court during the court session. Knowing how this dangerous substance was brought into the court, in fact, everyone knows, but no one dared to stand up and sue.

The "veteran" criminals are already enough for GCPD to drink a pot, and the newly emerged "clowns" are even more troublesome.

This guy has been messing around all August.

He is committed to providing "novel and interesting" criminal methods for all criminals. He not only personally plans and commits crimes, but also uses brainwashing techniques to brainwash victims.Everyone who came into contact with him, punks, street girls, celebrities, police officers, whoever, ended up going crazy.

The whole city of Gotham is rotten, only Arkham is finally at peace.

Christ fuck Jesus!

The words Arkham and Taiping in the same sentence really make people doubt life.

Annoyance upon annoyance, Jim Gordon is only human, what can he do but feel a little thump in his heart?

There are politicians who shirk and quibble, some police stations have been infiltrated into a sieve, and there are civilians who are scolding, indifferent, or complicit, and there is no normal person in the whole city except for strangely dressed cat-ear freaks in strange clothes——

Correction, this freak with cat ears in black is not a normal person either.

"Batman."

Gordon closed the cap of his pen, and pronounced the name with a mixture of emotion and apprehension.

This "vigilante" has been haunting Gotham for almost a year, and his attitude towards Batman has changed from being wary at the beginning to trusting and cooperating with each other now.In the short term, the efficiency of the police station in catching criminals has indeed improved, but in the long run it is different.

Batman showed his power and terror to the whole Gotham. On the one hand, he certainly deterred the criminals. On the other hand, he is like the more condensed black in the black, a cold guide, a shining road sign, Under the wings of the bat, more criminal forces have sprung up in the city.

There is a famous philosophy in the "Star Wars" series. Whenever the power of light rises, darkness always follows closely behind.

Gordon's Barbara really likes the series, and he thinks it's true.

But only part of it.

Master Yoda also said that the dark side always burns hotter and burns out faster than the light side.

Shit.

It's bullshit in Gotham.

The dark side is almost burning into the holy fire on Mount Olympus. The light can be seen from 800 meters away, and it is also windproof and waterproof.

burn out?

Pooh!

Gordon was cursing in his heart, his face was as motionless as a mountain, and he stood up calmly and returned the briefing.

It was at this moment that he heard a familiar sound.

It was the sound of cloth rubbing against each other.

He turned quickly, watching Batman flip in deftly through the window.

The dark knight's body smelled of blood and gunpowder that could not be ignored. Although it was against the spirit of the rule of law, Gordon sincerely hoped that the one whose bones were broken was some gangster and not the knight himself.

"Good evening," he said kindly,

Batman just walked silently towards the desk.

He was very tall, and the pointed ears on the visor were at the same height as the sword hanging on the wall.This battle armor was thicker than others, and when he approached, he could smell a strange smell, which was a little familiar, like some kind of metal.

"good evening."

The Dark Knight said in the tone of an ordinary person reading an obituary.

Gordon accurately read the low air pressure surrounding the opponent: "So what you brought me today is bad news."

Batman nodded shortly: "Black Mask and Penguin didn't get into a mess because of a dispute over territory. Black Mask got something from Metropolis, and is going to turn his subordinates into killer crocodiles. Penguin heard about it and wanted to share it too. A cup of soup."

No need to ask how many bones he broke to get such top-secret information.

Gordon's face immediately sank.

He took out the color-blocked map of Gotham's power distribution from the drawer, squinted his eyes and used his fingers to draw across the borders of the two powers, stopping at several red-marked spots from time to time.

"What makes a killer crocodile?"

"A potion." Batman said, "To be precise, it is multiple variants of a potion. Some people want to experiment, and some want to increase their power. The two hit it off."

Gordon leaned on the table and fell into thought.

"Metropolis...Last month, there were interstate serial killers in Metropolis and New York. The city police and state police reported to the FBI to transfer authority faster than rabbits. But this time the FBI didn't move at all. It seems that there is something behind the scenes. Deep."

It didn't take long for Batman to let him think about it before revealing the answer: "How many 'smart people' in Metropolis dare to fight Luthor? This is not the age of Superman."

Oh.

Lex Fucking Luthor.

Gordon frowned as if there was something disgusting under his nose.

"What does he want to do this time? The [-] square kilometers of the metropolis is not enough for him to use, so he has his eyes on Gotham."

"Because the Metropolis is a bright evening gown, and Gotham is a foot wrap caught in a stinky gutter." Batman said coldly.

Gordon knew what he meant.

Metropolis is too bright.

Superman is gentle but not soft, kind but not weak.

When he was still flying over the Metropolis, the city was like a buttered china dish to criminals, shining at every corner and slippery at every corner.Even after years of obscurity, the legacy of this superhero continues to influence and shape Metropolis.

Criminals also have regional identities. Gotham criminals think that Metropolis is full of punks and sissies, while Metropolitan criminals think Gotham is only lunatics, perverts and gutter rats.

What Lex Luthor wanted to experiment was potions. As we all know, potion experiments would always make a lot of noise, and potion experiments would kill people.

And what better place to be than Gangsters of Gotham?Don't say that people die every time they fight, even in "peaceful" times, who would care about missing ten or eight people?

Gordon, one head and two big, couldn't help asking: "What are you going to do?"

Batman threw out another message: "I heard that Wayne Group is going to cooperate with Lex Industries."

"Bruce Wayne?" Gordon thought of the playboy who liked to please the public. "You can't break into his apartment to torture him even if he cooperates with Luthor? Don't say you have to deal with those girls, Wayne is also worried." It's not like someone with a brain who plots."

"That's why Luthor won't guard him," Batman pointed out.

Gordon slapped his head: Hey, it really is.

Batman continued: "Wayne and Luthor will hold a banquet this Saturday to announce their cooperation. I need GCPD to monitor the venue closely. As for Black Mask and Penguin—"

He paused.

"—if they think they can get their way in Gotham, give it a go."

"We need evidence," Gordon reminded. "Only sufficient and complete evidence can bring them to court. It was not easy to prosecute villains when Harvey Dent was still around. Now he is being retaliated in that way. Prosecutors The rest of the bureau are either soft eggs or old fritters."

"Maroney will pay," Batman said.

"I miss Harvey so much, he's a good guy," Gordon sighed.

They were all silent for a few seconds for the unfortunate prosecutor, and immediately cheered up and acted together, starting to finalize the protection, monitoring and investigation plan for the day of the banquet.

From late at night until the twilight of the sky.

Before the meeting was over, the Chief of Police handed Batman a briefing.

"Hold this." He said, "Someone is visiting Gotham City to investigate your identity. I sent someone to find out, and the other party is a reporter from the "Daily Planet" who left a few years ago and has just been hired back."

Batman froze in place.

"Don't take him seriously," Gordon warned with a stern face, "If I have any experience in being a policeman for so many years, a reporter's pen is much more brutal than a gangster's knife, and this person is not ordinary. reporter--"

He bent down to get the materials, and before he could touch the stack of reports on the ground, he heard the phrase "don't worry about him" in the air, followed by the familiar sound of fabric rubbing.

Come on.

Gordon stood up and looked around, not surprised to find that the Dark Knight was gone, only the shaking of the curtains announced that the visitor had actually been there.

He endured and endured, and finally rolled his eyes.

***

hours later.

Gotham City, Diamond District, big apartment.

Jennifer and Alfred came all the way from the airport.

She has been yawning one after another since she got off the plane, but the old housekeeper who accompanied her is always meticulous and even drives the car herself.

Two years ago, she bought the top floor in a big apartment, and she was really going to press the top floor when she got into the elevator, but she didn't expect the old housekeeper to follow her in, and the number she pressed was one digit lower than the top floor.

She looked up and saw the smile on the other's face. "when did it happen?"

"Not long ago." Alfred winked at her.

"So Bruce has started to learn how to buy a house and invest in it." Jennifer pretended to be puzzled.

"That's right." The old housekeeper also pretended to be serious, "The old apartment is right next to the Wayne Group, and there are two other apartments that are also close to the landmarks. As for this new apartment—maybe the price-performance ratio suits his liking Bar."

Jennifer was amused by him.

They stepped out of the elevator together, and Alfred unlocked the door with iris verification at the end of the corridor.

The apartment is impossibly clean - big chunks of black square tiles that shine like they were just waxed, the sofa cushions are snug, the carpet is piled softly to one side, the king size bed is made flat, the pillows are fluffy and nothing is thrown around shirt or trousers.

If it weren't for the few open books on the bedside table and a pair of crooked slippers beside the bed, this apartment wouldn't even smell like a living person.

"He doesn't come here often to rest?" Jennifer asked knowingly.

"He doesn't take much rest," said Alfred. "The boys always have their own business to attend to."

The two words blues and career appearing in the same sentence really make people doubt life.

But when it comes to his real "career", if the practitioner himself is dying, let him go. Jennifer herself has no need to play riddles with the old housekeeper.

She nodded with understanding.

After Alfred led her around the apartment, Jennifer took a comfortable shower in the bathroom, put on her pajamas and slippers, went to the sofa to dry her hair, and looked at her phone while doing so.

Not much information remains to be processed.

Maha sent the "Monroe" promotional itinerary and several cover invitations, listing the timetable in detail, and this will be added to the mobile phone reminder.

Brian sent a file folder with a text message attached.He first sincerely apologized that the princess film might be difficult, and then first suppressed it and then raised it, indicating that another newly established production company threw an olive branch.

Newly established?

Big brokers are still interested in this kind of company?

Jennifer pulled down the screen curiously, and three seconds later, the hair dryer in her hand caught her hair.

"hiss--!"

I saw Brian wrote in the message:

"As we expected, Stark didn't want to get into Hollywood, he wanted to get into Hollywood. It seems that Iron Man is finally tired of endless hero debates and tired of sci-fi movies full of bullshit, and now he wants to do it himself. To control the image of Chaoying, in other words, he will personally preside over the development of Chaoying IP.”

It turned out to be the case.

Reasonable.

Jennifer pulled out her hair vigorously, clicked on the folder and continued to search for the details, but unfortunately there were not many things mentioned in it.

She had to write her own question in the reply:

Which hero will Iron Man cast first?

Will he create a new hero image?

Which aspect will hero IP development focus on?

From Jennifer's point of view, what the audience wants to see is not the fight.This world has been spoiled for a long time. The scenes of heroes fighting on video sites are flying all over the sky, and there are any angles you want.Only the more mysterious stuff, like the day-to-day life of Avengers Mansion and Manor X, catches the eye.

She rattles off ideas in text messages, throwing the questions at Brian, who is all-knowing.

After Alfred came out with the tray, she put down her phone contentedly, and watched TV with the old housekeeper while having breakfast.

The TV station is broadcasting the morning news.

The Gotham Police Department arrested twelve criminals at noon yesterday who were trading "prohibited items" and armed with dangerous weapons at the clubhouse.

The report not only showed criminals being pushed away one by one by the police, but also a silent fighting scene captured by surveillance cameras.

During the monitoring, the Dark Knight fell from the sky like a real bat, and within 3 minutes, everyone in the room fell to the ground, and the armor took countless bullets.

Someone took the opportunity to insert a sharp knife into his joint, but he behaved as if he would not be injured, and even twisted the other's arm and stepped on his head for questioning.

Immediately afterwards, a man in a boxing vest rushed out from the corner, and fired a rocket launcher at the target. The flame instantly covered the entire screen, and the host narrated at the right time, and half the clubhouse was blown up to the sky.

Alfred's eyelids twitched wildly.

Jennifer put down half of the sun egg: "This combat uniform...is a little unfamiliar? The previous one seems to be thinner."

The old butler took a deep breath: "A stranger has come to Gotham. In order to protect his identity and improve his ability to resist attacks, we have added new materials and armor thickness."

Jennifer didn't know much about battle clothes, so she asked a question that had been bothering her: "Isn't it hot to wear in summer?"

Superheroes are not afraid of heat, right?Maybe there's a fan in there anyway?Could it be that there is also a self-cooling system?

She was amused again by her magical imagination, but this time Alfred didn't answer, just smiled.

The lady queen couldn't help shrinking her neck, she didn't dare to care whether some people were dressed hot or not.

This kind smiling face is clearly wishing that his bad luck child will die from the heat, so that he won't have to worry about him when he's too old.

Jennifer has consciously grasped the essence.

So when the "unlucky boy" entered the door, he saw a Mr. Pennyworth with "happy" written all over his face and a Miss Davis with "good luck" written all over his face.

"What's the matter?" he said, taking off his tie.

"We are discussing your work, Master Wayne." Alfred said coolly, "Let me ask, is there no way for you to arrange East Asian cooperation projects and weekend gatherings other than rampage?"

This is not a hint, it is clearly an explicit statement.

Bruce was momentarily at a loss for words.

He looked at the third person in the room, who hugged the pillow to avoid the help-seeking eyes, pretending to be a mute who couldn't speak.

The old butler was furious, but Batman soon regained his strength.

He looked like he was doing business, with a set of extremely dissatisfied eyes, he closed the floor-to-ceiling curtains, and used his mobile phone to create a projection across the table.

"What's this?" Jennifer flicked the blue light.

All the photos slid under the fingertips, and the people on them didn't look familiar, except for one of them.

"Kevin Wilson, he is dead." Bruce said, "at least 700 million viewers saw his body captured by the camera crew, but we don't know the whereabouts of the body."

"Black Panther said Deathstroke killed him," Jennifer recalls.

"That's right." Bruce nodded. "A total of nine contestants died in the third round, and three of them were injected with reptile potions. They all performed outstandingly in the desert."

"Looks like Luthor doesn't want to be exposed too early," Alfred said.

"Not only that, but I think Luthor also wants to know if they can be killed. The effects of the reptilian potion include healing wounds, regenerating severed limbs, and strengthening physical strength. In theory, it can indeed deal with certain fatal injuries—"

Bruce turned the projector to bring up the lab rabbit and the dead man.

"—Pay attention to the way these contestants died, Jenny, one died of scorpion poison, one was impaled by a stone, and one died of a broken cervical spine. Our Mr. Luthor is really very creative."

"Creative or not, they're all dead." Jennifer said, looking at the young man opposite. "If Luthor really wanted to rise to the level of immortality, he would never stop there."

A chill ran through her body.

If she had chosen the reptile potion in Osborne Building, what would it be like now?Would those tragic deaths also happen to her?Will she become a half-human, half-beast, immortal monster?

"Jenny?" Bruce whispered.

"I'm fine." Jennifer waved her hand, "Tell me what you know. The contestants are all alive and well, and no one has turned into a monster like the experimental white rabbit. Dr. Connors is probably very excited, right?"

Bruce looks her up and down for a moment before speaking.

"Your guesses about Luthor and Connors are correct. The doctor summoned a tube of reptile potion five days ago, and Luthor has asked his researchers to further strengthen the potion."

He showed the whole story of the Penguin and Black Mask dispute on the screen.

"Luthor wants to use the black market to conduct pharmaceutical experiments in the Gotham gangsters. In addition, he is also preparing to release the second phase of the injection plan for the experimental players."

These cruel plans shone with a faint blue light, so inhuman that it almost stung Jennifer's eyes.

This is human beings, she thought calmly, greedy and profit-oriented.

Alfred glanced at them. "What's Batman going to do?" he asked lowly.

"What can he do?" Bruce snorted, "I have asked Lucius to announce the cooperation project between Wayne Group and Lex Industries, and I will hold a banquet this Saturday."

It sounds like Batman already has an idea.

Jennifer looked down.

A half-eaten custard hangs limply on the fork, and the scents of blueberry scones, German sausages and coffee permeate the air, mixed with strong men's perfume, light gunpowder smoke and The smell of blood.

It is a summer morning.

The room was cool, the sofa was comfortable, the pillows were soft, and the sunlight crept in through the gaps in the floor-to-ceiling curtains, illuminating the snow-white sheets, plush carpet and black tiles.A golden streak descended from the ceiling to the ground, and countless suspended light dust danced in its body.

The man standing opposite leaned forward, with his hands on the table, his shirt collar was loose, a few strands of hair were lazily scattered on his temples, and the blue light of the monitor was reflected on his face.

It was a string of meaningless runes and unidentifiable pictures. It looked a little funny and childish, but it didn't detract from his handsome appearance.

Jennifer returned from the nature she had loved for many years, and entered another small space where she was learning to love and preparing to love for many years.

Everything should be so beautiful——

If it wasn't for the dead bald man who insisted on adding to the chaos.

It's a blessing that the reptile potion didn't turn people into big lizards running around, and it's a jackpot to be able to transform the user, but he's still not satisfied, just not satisfied!

Does everyone have to become a super talent to give up?

Lex Luthor didn't seem to be so extreme a few years ago; why did he become crazy after Superman left? Could it be that after a person becomes bald, his brain circuit will run in an extreme direction?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

"Seven Hells!" Jennifer swore, "I don't think he'll let me finish the race properly."

Her anger was written all over her face, even Bruce, who was not afraid of anything, couldn't help staring at it for a long while.

After a long time, he spoke leisurely.

"I heard that Tony is interested in cooperating with you. His salary must not be low, and he must have a lot of training to play a hero. This is a reasonable excuse to withdraw from the competition."

This jack-of-all-trades!

Even though it was out of concern for her to withdraw from the competition now, in the final analysis, he also knew how she felt.

"I will consider it carefully." Jennifer could only say so.

Let's see if the rest between rounds can solve the problem first.

Firstly, the original body is an actor after all, and it is impossible to be a backpacker or an adventure anchor if she wants to realize her dream; secondly, most of the land in modern society is divided up by various countries, and some places cannot be entered without any relationship; besides, the ring of life This kind of security is not guaranteed.

Into the Wild is truly a rare opportunity.

Bruce looked at her silently.

Jennifer didn't take it seriously at first, until she was annoyed by the scrutiny.

"I hate the wilderness," she admits bluntly. "It gives me a very special feeling. Sometimes I feel like a cheetah, and sometimes I feel like a natural tree."

Her tone was so serious that Bruce lowered his tone.

However, when this guy wasn’t Batman, his need for beating was written in his blood—correction, this guy was also very beating when he was Batman, but few people can beat him,

The corners of his mouth were hooked, and the corners of his eyes and brows were all written with a teasing expression that belonged to Bruce Wayne. "Guess what, you do sound a bit like Poison Ivy now, Jenny."

It is a summer morning.

Half a sun egg on the table——

To his sun eggs.

Miss Davis threw the pillow across the round table into Mr Wayne's face.