Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

Jennifer spoiled those pretty fruitcakes after Bruce went upstairs.

The layout of the venue is exquisite, with a huge dance floor in the middle, and square buffet tables are placed around it. Each table is not big, and the things placed are different, which promotes guests to move around in the venue and socialize more. .

Stark was surrounded by reporters and celebrities. Fortunately, the band started to work at this time. He took the opportunity to get rid of the crowd and slipped onto the dance floor holding his girlfriend's hand, thus avoiding the fate of being noisy to death.

Jennifer stood in the corner, holding the cherry stem as rigorously as she did academically, and took a long time to put it in her mouth.

She doesn't usually eat very sweet fruits, let alone the fruits on cream cakes, but seeing Luther now makes her upset, and only sweets can calm her emotions a little.

At this stage of the dinner party, the highlights of greetings, announcements, and speeches are almost over, and only eating, drinking, dancing, and socializing are left—the first two are mostly for socializing.

Looking from the corner, the banquet hall is full of celebrities in pairs or in groups. They drink wine, talk loudly, and laugh from time to time because they tell an interesting story that they understand each other. There are only a few people like her who are alone.

But no one would really put Miss Davis aside.

By the time the band played the third dance song, Jennifer had greeted and talked with more than ten people, and even danced with a young man who was said to be a "philanthropist". He heard him speak ill of Wayne. , and complimented herself sweetly, "If it were me, I would never leave such a beautiful girl alone in this fish pond full of sharks."

Everyone in Gotham is narcissistic.

Jennifer sighed deeply, if it wasn't for the media and cameras everywhere, she would have rolled her eyes like Stark.

Dancing with a real idiot rich second generation is not the worst thing today.

In the middle of the fifth piece, Jennifer went to the buffet table to rest on the pretext that her feet hurt from high heels.As soon as she took some duck sushi and a small piece of cake from the dinner plate, she saw a man walking towards here out of the corner of her eye.

Maybe another guest who wants to strike up a conversation.

Jennifer didn't pay much attention to it. She was not used to eating and talking in front of outsiders, so she simply put down the plate politely, patted the residue on her palm, turned around, and prepared to greet the visitor.

But when she saw the man clearly, her expression changed.

The person who came was wearing an inappropriate overcoat, with his back bent, his hands in his pockets, and a frantic cold light flashed in his eyes.

This is not right!

The premonition of danger rang in her mind like an alarm bell.

Within half a second, Jennifer began to back away. She dropped her handbag and pulled the tablecloth vigorously. The entire cake tower lost its balance due to the vibration of the base and fell obliquely.The man dodged to the side, withdrew his left hand from his pocket, and pressed down on the small memory chip, releasing a foul-smelling gas.

Everything seems to be in slow motion.

Jennifer was completely enveloped by the gas. She raised her leg and kicked the top edge of the small dining table heavily. Without the weight of the cake tower, the whole table obediently turned over, and the wine bottles and glasses fell all over the floor. Stop the man's approach.

"Jenny! I love you! Come with me! Come with me!"

cried the eccentric man, spreading his hands.As he spoke, he took his right hand out of his pocket and threw a round "bomb" into the middle of the dance floor.

This time the gas that came out was faster and more intense, and everyone who was enveloped screamed in horror. They thought it was some kind of deadly gas, and they were scared and fled in all directions.

What the hell!

Jennifer looked at Iron Man with the only hope, and found that he had turned on the armor switch, but instead of flying towards here, he flew out of the hotel like lightning.

It seemed that there was a more urgent emergency outside than here.

Jennifer circled the fallen table until her hand rested on the back of a chair.

"Shh, shhh, don't be afraid, I will protect you, and I will take you away." The killer, perhaps a lunatic, walked forward gently with open arms.But he ignored the surrounding environment, and his supporting leg slipped suddenly on the ground covered with cream and red wine, causing his knee to collide with the ground abruptly, causing him to face a hideous face in pain.

The man growled and pressed the button again.

The gas came fiercely and urgently, and the distance was extremely close, Jennifer was shrouded in it again.She thought for a moment that it might be something that would stun someone, but the truth was she didn't feel anything unusual.

This is impossible.

Although the man in front of him was quite crazy, but he sneaked into the venue, and his intelligence was definitely not low.He couldn't use the ineffective spray as a weapon.

Jennifer walked around the table cautiously, her eyes fixed on the memory chip in his hand, and Ben didn't dare to approach each other.

The guests in the arena were more afraid than she. They howled like the end of the world one by one, suspecting that they would die soon.Some people have already started calling lawyers and family members, and an ethical drama is being staged in every corner of the banquet hall.

Jennifer didn't want to wait any longer.

She has inhaled the gas twice and must get rid of the man as soon as possible.Thinking of this, she started talking, trying to distract the other party's attention. "Who are you?"

"I will be your future husband, your only one." The man said frantically.His eyes rolled wildly, and there was an extremely terrifying smile on the corner of his mouth. "Soon I'll be done with these trash fish, and soon we'll be together."

"If you love me, why attack me?" Jennifer lowered her tone and asked very gently.

The man was taken aback.He looked at his hands, as if he couldn't understand what he was doing.But this pause was only for a moment, and the madness came over him again, when he laughed and threw "bombs" in all directions.

The crowd screamed, some people were running, and some people dared not move, for fear that the exercise would speed up blood circulation and make them die of poison faster.

Jennifer decided she couldn't take it any longer.

She pursed her lips and picked up a table knife for cutting beef stew from the ground, squatted down, and began to look at the parts that could be attacked, but the more she looked, the more frightened she was, the man in front of her seemed to have no idea how to be an attack Or, he is full of flaws all over his body, almost inviting the victim to fight back.

The danger radar did not stop whistling for a moment.

In a thousandth of a second, Jennifer thought of Iron Man rushing out, an impulse forced her to put down the sharp knife, and suddenly knelt down.The man immediately turned his head around the table to look—this is human nature. At this moment, Jennifer covered her mouth and nose with her palm, raised her arm, and smashed her elbow outward——

"boom!"

A scream.

The other party released the memory chip like an electric shock.

He bent down, his eyes cleared by the sharp pain, but soon he said "Jenny, Jenny" again, breathing quickly, and before Jennifer had time to stand upright, he pressed the ruffles of her dress, and forced the The poor garment was torn vertically.

Jennifer felt a chill run down her back and immediately realized what had happened.Furiously, she stood up straight, picked up her chair, and threw her head and face at her attacker.

This attack is neither benevolent nor lethal.

She controlled the strength to hit it a few times, but the opponent just kept screaming, and then struggled while covering his head, showing no intention of resisting at all.

What exactly is going on?

Was he an attacker after all?

Is it just a crazy fan with a bad mind?

Jennifer fell into a slight confusion, but right here, the man shouted: "Don't kill me!"

"Killed!" Immediately someone buzzed in the crowd.

"Killed! Killed!" Someone responded in the corner.

The whole scene became more and more chaotic. No one who stood far away knew who died, and no one knew who made the move. They only knew that they had inhaled strange gas, so they were driven by panic to spread panic.

One attendee climbed onto the dais and began to reassure the guests, speaking in a plainclothes tone, but it didn't help.

The farce at the venue was more complicated than a hundred soap operas. Amidst the chaotic cries and yells, the man lying on the ground suddenly showed a weird smile. He quickly lifted the compression tablet and was about to release gas again—Jennifer With all his might, he raised his chair high——

A hand suddenly reached between them.

No one saw what happened. When Jennifer realized it, the compression tablet had been taken away from the man, and the chair she was holding was slowly pressed down by a pair of strong hands.

"Are you ok?"

A familiar voice sounded from the side, and then a thick coat fell on his shoulders.

Her fingers couldn't be loosened due to excessive tension and force, so she could only stretch them out slowly. Jennifer turned her head to look at this kind-hearted man while controlling the movements of her hands.

It's Clark Kent.

His shirt looks like it's been stepped on by a dinosaur, it's messed up, and the top button is all reversed, and Stark is probably here to play a joke on him about tearing his clothes.

In the next second, the police swarmed in from outside the door and surrounded the venue.They all wore gas masks on their faces, and several people carrying test boxes began to walk around in the banquet hall.Iron Man hurried in from the door, with traces of battle on his body, he glanced at the situation, and immediately walked towards the stairs.

This is too fake, Jennifer thought coldly, there were two superheroes and a group of policemen present at this meeting, and the hotel had security measures, but no one noticed that unknown people had mixed into the venue, nor did they find that he was wearing a Dangerous gas.

"Jenny!" cried a voice from afar.

Jennifer turned her head, and Bruce rushed here from the stairs in a hurry, with several dark spots on his gray suit, as if some liquid had been spilled.

Anger climbed from her heart again, and she lost control of her facial expressions for the first time, and roared furiously: "Bruce Thomas Wayne! Do you think you are Superman?! Get out of here!"

Unexpectedly, this guy ran faster. He rushed to the side of the scene, his eyes swept around like a probe, and then the sharpness disappeared from his eyes, leaving only the terrified look of seeing the chaotic scene.

"My God!" screamed Master Wayne, "what's going on?! Who is this guy? I—I—you come and help me!" His neck writhed comically, as if Find a reliable assistant.

He found it.

Director Jim Gordon walked towards the hotel with a dark face. He motioned for the team doctor to go up to treat the killer, then he walked up to Jennifer and squeezed her shoulder.

"He attacked me." Jennifer said calmly.

"Don't worry ma'am, you're doing fine," Gordon reassured.He turned to the guests who were still crying, had no choice but to borrow a microphone, and comforted him again, "Please don't worry, the gas used by the suspect is a harmless stench, and it won't cause any damage to you except for a little smoke. .”

"What?" Jennifer said in surprise.

She wasn't the only one who found it incredible. Everyone present showed shocked expressions.

A lunatic, claiming to be a fan of Miss Davis, took some stink bombs that looked like chemical weapons, rushed into the most exclusive banquets in Gotham and the Metropolis to "murder", and was almost killed by Davis The lady herself was stoned to death.

This script makes most people dumbfounded.

It also made the hair stand on end of a small group of people who finally reacted.

"I need you to make a record," Director Gordon continued at this time, "and Miss Davis, can I trouble you to go back with us and make a detailed record?"

"I—" Jennifer was about to speak, but Bruce interrupted the sentence almost immediately: "Let's go home and change clothes, and then I will send her to you."

Commissioner Gordon hesitated.

It's rare for Master Wayne to speak so toughly, but his posture clearly shows that his neck is stuck, and he looks like he really wants to be a tough guy but is a bit powerless.Somehow he still dared to shake his girlfriend's hand, only Jennifer knew that the pair of punishing hands gently squeezed her fingertips.

Perhaps because of the whole farce, perhaps because there were too many reporters present, or perhaps it was thought that a target of that size would be impossible to escape, Chief Jim Gordon finally agreed to Bruce's request.

Jennifer let out a long breath.

She walked to the side to pick up her pearl handbag, and when she saw the opening, her expression froze suddenly, and she held it in her palm as if nothing had happened.

They walked out together.

Bruce never spoke. He took the car keys from the waiter, opened the door, got in the car, started it, and drove without saying a word.

His fingers gripped the steering wheel so tightly that Jennifer almost suspected that the bones were going to come out of his knuckles.His lips were also tightly pressed, and the sharp thin lips were almost invisible now.

The police car fell far behind, she looked back for a while, and tightened the Kent coat on her body.Mr. Wayne watched the whole thing out of the corner of his eye, and his lips were even thinner.

After a while, he said gloomyly: "Those gases are harmless. Tony must have discovered this before leaving the people in the hall at ease. Someone arranged a riot outside the hotel and took great pains to throw a 'fanatic fan' Arranged in the hotel, used harmless gas to tease half of Gotham and the upper class of the metropolis."

"But he used my name." Jennifer grabbed the handbag, "No matter who this person tricked by the way, he came for me from the very beginning, or in other words, he came for you."

Of course Bruce understood that.

If he hadn't happened to be looking for news from Luther, he would have been fighting this man at that time.And he—Bruce Wayne—Batman, was far more sensitive to gas than Jennifer was.

Behind the scenes, this black humor was created.

He sees a great show with something completely innocuous, an out-of-control fan, and a bunch of gangsters who work together.Look at the faces of the "nobles," no satire can make you laugh more than that.

Bruce slammed on the accelerator, and the Lamborghini roared toward the big apartment.

Twenty minutes later, they drove into the apartment's underground parking lot, and Bruce tried to turn off the engine, but Jennifer took his arm.

She said in an unusual tone: "Since you have parked the car steadily, it is impossible for the two of us to be killed in the middle of the road... I have something to show you."

What she said was not in her style, but rather like what ordinary people would say when faced with a pot of water that was about to overflow, a bomb that was about to explode, and a bad boy on the verge of going berserk.

Bruce's voice was tense: "What is it?"

Jennifer held his cheeks with both hands, forced him to look at her, watched him suppress the anger in his heart and returned to normal, and then said smoothly: "The man just now, you said he was my fanatic fan, Possibly a stalker and fan murderer-level psycho, but I think someone else is messing with his head."

Bruce saw where the topic was going.

He put his hand on the back of Jennifer's.But she saw that she pulled out lightly, opened the pearl handbag, and took out a thin piece of paper from inside.

"I'm pretty sure no one touched my bag during the whole party, but I got into a fight with this guy and then I just dropped it, and that's the only time I've had a chance. Someone slipped this card into me In his handbag, he wanted to deliver a message to me. I guess it was a warning...or a preview."

The smell of the underground garage enters the car through the external cycle air conditioner.The smell is very bad, like a coffin board that has not seen the sun for several years, plus the exhaust fumes of [-] cars, the garbage and fast food boxes thrown by the residents, as well as stray cats, dogs and even mice. hair and excrement.

Weird smells can make people who are used to smelling hell feel like they are in hell, but they are not as disgusting and chilling as this paper.

Jennifer held up the piece of paper in her hand, and Bruce averted his gaze calmly. With just one glance, his pupils shrank tightly to pinpoints.

It was a joker card.