Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Kent is only a small episode in this banquet.

When he was entangled by Stark, Bruce whispered a few words in Jennifer's ear, most of which were "whom should I call if something happens" and "who are the gentlemen and ladies present?" Luther called away, and they went together to make the final announcement on the theme of today's dinner—cooperation between the two major companies.

Lex Luthor's shiny bald head walked slowly up the steps of the banquet hall to the high platform, and Bruce followed behind him, pulling his tie lazily and pulling his hair back with his fingers as a comb.They stood still on the podium where the microphone was placed, Luthor turned his head and made a questioning expression, Bruce spread his hands indifferently and motioned him to speak first.

So Luther spoke first.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began in a very traditional way, and immediately cracked a joke, "I'm glad you're doing me the honor of being here with Mr. Wayne."

The crowd burst into laughter.

"I have a good news to share with you today." Luther continued, "I believe you have heard that Wayne Group and Lex Industries will start a new stage. We will cooperate closely in many fields and jointly seek For the greater good, and for the good of the city we love, our brother cities across the river, and, may I say a little arrogantly, all of humanity."

Jennifer sharply saw Stark roll his eyes like a textbook, and he didn't hide it at all.

Others applauded more or less face-saving, as if they had seen the success of Wayne Group and Lex Industries, and had seen that all human beings were saved by Luthor.Kent just lowered his head and adjusted his glasses, and touched his hands very perfunctorily, if that could be considered applause.

Luther waited for the applause to stop before finishing his last sentence.

"We have to recognize," he said, "we have to recognize the contributions of our heroes to society, that New York exists because of the Avengers, that Seaside is a jewel in the light of Green Lantern, that the X-Men are fighting evil across the globe." Mutants fight, and your city, Gotham, has her own guardian angel."

There was another burst of laughter from the audience.

"But we can't deny the limitations of heroes." Luther continued, "People always call me a superhero opponent, a human supremacist, but I just put forward a fact that everyone can see."

"Some heroes are too young, and often cause unpredictable additional damage when fighting; some heroes themselves are troubled by psychological problems, and they have to make a good show of defecting and defecting from time to time; some heroes always do bad things with good intentions; There are some heroes who see themselves as gods—”

Jennifer shifted her weight and almost knew who he was going to talk about.She saw Stark roll his eyes again, and this time he even downed the champagne in one gulp before folding his arms across his chest, looking forced to do business.

"—like the first superhero, Superman."

Luther drew his voice.

"On this happy occasion, we will not discuss how Superman has trampled on the law, how he has risen above human supremacy, and how he has ripped apart our proud reason and logic. But I have a message for everyone, even if Are those big fans of Superman: How many disasters have humans experienced in the past five years?"

"In an earthquake, people no longer run out of buildings quickly, thinking that Superman will come down to save them; when a volcano erupts, people no longer ask people to evacuate in advance, but think that Superman will come down from the sky to save them; when a ship sinks, the crew should send a signal quickly, but half of them are Praying that Superman will come down from the sky to save them. Humanity must save itself because the world's mightiest hero has proven that he will one day abandon us."

Luther nodded off the stage.

"I'm done talking."

The entire venue was silent, followed by crisp applause one after another, and finally full applause.

Jennifer secretly scolded this stinking and shameless plutocratic politician for completely choosing selfless words to add points to herself, without mentioning the dark thoughts hidden behind it at all.

From these words alone, he is not wrong at all. Human beings must use high-tech equipment and other inventions to save themselves, but "saving themselves" and "killing Chaoying" are totally two different things.

Thanks to her being an actress and proficient in micro-expression control, otherwise all reporters would be able to see the disdain on her face now.

Luther on the podium had already retreated to the middle amid the cheers, and Bruce walked behind the podium to take the microphone.The crowd fell silent again, wanting to see what the Prince of Gotham would say.But he looked around, his eyes lingering on a few people for a while, he just said "Have fun" quickly and waved his hands and got off the high platform.

The participants were completely divided into two factions.

One group was stunned by the brief (casual) style, they had heard Wayne was absurd, but they didn't expect him to be so absurd; the other group put on an "I knew it would be like this" face and exchanged The look in his eyes is like the comprehensible movement of high school students when they see famous people on campus walk by.

Jennifer couldn't help smiling.

She met Bruce's eyes and turned to get the cherries on the cake.

***

After the speech, Bruce didn't go to his female companion, but went up to the second floor with Luthor shoulder to shoulder.

They walked twice along the circular corridor where the hall could be seen, exchanging comments on the guests below while walking.Master Wayne's poisonous tongue is still the same. In his opinion, most of the people below are stalkers, idiots, and fools. None of them are worth making friends with. If it weren't for the power and wealth represented by the name Wayne, they wouldn't even look at him more .

Luther wanted to laugh a little, or he felt that it was rare for the other party to recognize himself so well.It's arrogant, ignorant and pretending to be clever to judge others in such a superior tone, but little Wayne didn't inherit his father's talent at all, he was born such a boastful and incompetent idiot.

For him, this is of course a great thing.

The other side of the circular corridor leads to the gallery. In the oldest hotel in Gotham, there are many old copies of famous paintings. Although they are not authentic, they are enough for viewers to appreciate.

Luther led Bruce in, and their topic gradually shifted from the guests to their female companions.Luthor complains about how annoying his girlfriend Kitty can be sometimes, and Bruce pays off with Miss Actress' off-screen bad habits.

Just like women who have scolded men together will become good girlfriends, men who have complained about their girlfriends together will always feel a little closer, so when Bruce stopped in front of a medieval picture, pointing to the picture where he was healing a patient with a poker When the doctor asked where the medical cooperation project of the two groups would develop, Luthor threw out a few terms almost unprepared and contemptuously.

"So our lab is going to study an enhanced drug." Bruce's eyes widened.

"Strengthen? My wish is to cure all diseases, even...eliminate death." Luther said mysteriously.He looked at Bruce's imagination, then "huh", laughed, "Did you lie? The medicine is not that magical, but I believe our research project is in the hands of some smart people."

"Smart man?" Bruce snorted. "I met Dr. Connors when I went to Osborne Industries to buy the black bear potion. He is a real smart man."

Luther paused, and reluctantly admitted: "He's smart enough, but it's a pity that Osborn is holding on to him. Fortunately, there is no shortage of people interested in biochemical technology in this world, and there is no shortage of people interested in this aspect. material. Take it easy, Bruce, we've got the backing behind us, and I guarantee this project will be a huge hit."

Bruce thought for a moment.

The two groups do not lack funds and social relations at all. The support behind this can only come from a mysterious organization, or a larger individual, such as a government agency.The last time Luthor used the word "material" to describe kryptonite, he couldn't be complacent about animals and plants, and the ones he was targeting were probably superheroes with special abilities.And why Osborn is holding Connors, there must be a ghost in it.

Bruce felt that he had almost got the direction of the specific investigation, and it would be unsightly to try too much in a single attempt, so he pointed to another painting and began to make stupid remarks, preparing to find a time to return to the lobby.

Before he could say a word, suddenly, a scream came from a distance.

This terrifying cry pierced the weird atmosphere between them, followed by one after another, including a man's roar, and a woman's exclamation and crying.

In the distance, there seemed to be the sound of people running. The people on the first floor were running away, while those on the second floor were rushing towards the first floor.The glass fell to the ground and was smashed to the fans. The microphone was picked up by someone, and a deafening electric sound burst out. Someone shouted into the microphone: "Please calm down! Please calm down! Help will be here soon!"

problem occurs!

Bruce and Luther exchanged glances, they left the gallery and hurried towards the patio where they could see the first floor.

A flustered waiter came running with a tray, he and Bruce bumped into each other head-on, and the orange juice on the plate spilled all over Master Wayne.This serious mistake should have made him apologize immediately, but until Luther grabbed his arm, the waiter was still immersed in his own thoughts.

"What's going on?" Luther asked sharply.

The waiter's uniform was pulled out of shape, he choked up in panic, and said tremblingly: "Yes...it's Miss Davis—"

"Bruce!"

Tony Stark, who walked to the second floor in the distance, shouted loudly, looking for it.

But Bruce completely ignored his friend, he bypassed the waiter and hurried down the stairs from the nearest place, his blue eyes seemed to be burning, and orange juice dripped down the suit shell and onto the shoe.

"—she seems to have killed someone."

Behind him, the waiter stumbled to complete the sentence.

"What's this?" Luther stepped forward to meet Tony. The latter shook his head with a complex expression as if he had overturned a seasoning plate. He just pulled him to the glass railing of the circular corridor, facing the bottom together. Look in the hall.

The entire first floor was in chaos.

There were panicked guests everywhere, and the security guards were standing on the stage trying to stabilize the situation. Right below them, a woman with a pale face was falling to the ground with limp legs, trying to crawl behind the cake tower.

Jennifer Davis was surrounded by people standing in the middle of the hall, her skirt behind her was torn, she was holding a chair in her hand, and a man was lying in front of her.

The wine glasses were scattered all over her body, the cake was covered in white paste on the ground, and the pearl handbag was thrown aside indiscriminately.On those dirty white stains, there was still some blood red, whether it was spilled red wine or blood splashed by someone, this red color extended all the way to her smooth skirt.

The reporters were frantically taking pictures with long guns and short cannons, as if they would not be able to grab the headlines in a second, only a few reporters were blocking their colleagues, and only one person stepped forward to put her coat on——Tony The little reporter I saw.

"For God's sake," Luther murmured, "we've got to call the PR department, whatever happens here, they're busy again. I can't imagine what the papers will be like tomorrow."

Tony had beaten him just now, and now he nodded empathetically.He looked around, then asked, "Where's Bruce? I saw you guys come up together. That's his girlfriend down there."

"He went down." Luther replied quickly.Thinking of the scene just now, he became more and more convinced that Wayne was just an idiot who was bewitched by women, so he added with some disapproval and gossip, "He's mad."

"Oh." Tony said dryly.

Iron Man seemed to want to blow a whistle, but swallowed it back with difficulty because of the wrong timing.