Wilderness Challenge [Comprehensive British American American Entertainment]

The influence of the "VOGUE" sales myth is enormous.

In Bryan's words, it was like a "reassurance pill", which made those brands and media parties who were still waiting to see began to lift their skirts.In order to prevent others from taking the lead, Chanel made concessions on several terms of the deadlock, which made the contract negotiations between the two parties basically reach the last juncture.

Jennifer usually just listens to these trivial matters. She always believes that professional matters should be left to professional people. Unless there is a big right and wrong involved, the star should not go over the agent to force the decision, otherwise it is likely to cause unnecessary losses. .

Not understanding contract negotiations is one aspect, and another aspect is the progress of investigation matters.

After the code was broken, Bruce got the key location from Luther. According to him, Luther arranged four laboratories on the east coast, and the mutant reptile potion may be completed in these laboratories.But the investigation hit a bottleneck here, as if the spider web had been cut directly, and there was no connection point to go down.

Thanks to the boredom of not being able to advance an inch, Bruce has changed from a boiling teapot to a sawing gourd these days.

The old butler couldn't help, and neither could Jennifer—she didn't think she could.

It turns out that turnarounds always happen at unexpected times and places.

One day, she was doing yoga and finished talking with Maha on the phone, when she suddenly received a message from an old friend.

Every country in the world has a wise saying about friendship. People often say to form a good relationship with everyone you know, because you don't know which friend will help you someday.

Jennifer didn't pay much attention to this rhetoric in the past, but when she received the news that day, her whole body was shocked, and she felt that this was the true meaning of life that she didn't have.

She sat cross-legged on the yoga mat, grabbed her phone, and asked Bruce at the computer desk:

"What is Jin Bin?"

The words exploded in the room like a thunderstorm.

"What did you say?"

Bruce turned around.

He first looked around the room, as if someone in the air was corrupting his female companion, then tensed his shoulders and jaw, his expression became elusive, and his eyes cast a gloomy look. Steel blue. "Where did you hear that word?"

"Bauer told me." Jennifer didn't realize his abnormality, and just swiped the phone screen, "Bauer, do you remember him? He is the screenwriter of "The Hurt Locker" and "Hunting Osama Bin Laden", He is also a war correspondent, and has been in close contact with the CIA executives and several anti-terrorism organization executives, and we used to call him 'Bauer who knows everything' when we were on the set."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head to look at the other party, and found that his face was as ugly as a dead man.

Bruce tightens his jaw against her gaze, almost as a nod.

So Jennifer went on to say: "Bauer saw from the TV news that I have been unlucky recently. Whether it is the attack in Gotham or the two lizards in New York, they are more than normal people He just happened to be idle, studying the testimony of eyewitnesses, and felt that there was something tricky in it, so he asked while having tea with an old friend."

An old friend, an old friend again.

These two words always seem so unusual.

When someone with a secret identity mentions an "old friend", people will think of an all-knowing mysterious man in a black suit and black sunglasses, or a disheveled beard with scum in his eyes after three or two glasses of beer. A floor-sweeping monk-like character who ejaculates naked.

All in all, once something is said by an "old friend", it will naturally become reasonable and credible.

Bruce asked, "What did his old CIA friend say?"

Superheroes always have a sense of uncertainty about the police and intelligence organizations, and it’s not their fault, because in this terrible world, both the police and the intelligence agencies are always doing stupid things. Except for a few individuals, most people rarely help There are few who do not hold back.

Batman still has a little trust in GCPD, and has no idea about the FBI and CIA at all. He simply put down the information and walked towards the sofa, intending to read the news for himself and confirm that it is not a cryptic joke.

But Jennifer waved at him.

"It's Snapchat," she said.Immediately afterwards, she observed the bewildered expression of the other party. "Snapchat, disappearing after reading it, he sent me a picture with words and then destroyed it. The picture was a huge ugly lizard with a word on it, Kingpin. I don't know, Is this a species of lizard or something? Is it the name used to control lizard pheromones?"

"This is a person's name." Bruce leaned against the back of the sofa with one leg straightened and the other bent, "Jin is a... how should I put it, a giant underworld crocodile."

Compared to Penguin and himself, Black Mask is just a punk.When he was at his most powerful, Jin Bing controlled half of the criminal world in the United States, and everything could be traced to him in the end.

"So the CIA is implying that this terrorist attack was done by Kim Bin?"

"I do not know."

"Bauer didn't send me these messages for no reason, or is Kim working with Luthor?"

"I don't know, Jenny." Bruce shook his head, "That possibility exists."

He crossed his chin with his hands, feeling a little impatient with the way of asking and answering.No, it shouldn't be said to be impatient, but more like uncomfortable and inappropriate, and even a bit angry.Ordinary people are as far removed from the criminal world as possible, the more they know, and sometimes the faster they get hurt.

Jennifer paused.

She saw where the topic was headed.

"Jin has nothing to do with you," Bruce finally said. "With all due respect, the source is suspicious."

Power, of course, had close ties to the top of the intelligence community, and it was no surprise that he knew King.But what about Jennifer?Her identity is just an ordinary actor, what's the use of him telling her "Jin Bin"?If it's useless, why tell her?

"You have to stay away from him."

"I see." Jennifer sighed.

Bruce watches her for a moment.

"Okay," Jennifer admitted, "someone is trying to kill me, and of course I want to know who he is."

"I'll figure it out," Bruce assured slowly.In order to appease the other party, he reluctantly added a few more words, "I have been to Hell's Kitchen where he often stays, and I have never heard that Kim has a preference for monsters, and I have never heard that he likes to create meaningless things on the street. panic."

That's it.

This criminal - King doesn't have his own purpose in everything he does, and the Times Square incident is not like his style.What's more, with his power, why did he need to send out monsters to find things?exist

In New York, Kim got what he needed.

Batman has already started to go in the direction of conspiracy theories. From his perspective, King is not suspicious. Instead, the screenwriter Bauer inexplicably sent some messages without beginning and end, and his whole body is full of doubts.

His ugly face made Miss Davis touch her nose, instinctively needing to coax him.

"You're right," Jennifer decided to follow his words, "Hell's Kitchen...is very close to Times Square, even if Kim wanted to create terror, he wouldn't choose to create it at the door of his house. Isn't this telling the heroes that there are ghosts in it? ? The Avengers and Fantastic Four certainly won't let it go."

"You're counting on criminals' territorial views—"

Bruce snapped his mouth shut.

The air seemed to freeze.

He slowly stood up straight, folded his arms, his face froze into a mask, thousands of thoughts slipped through those blue eyes, but he couldn't see clearly through the frosted glass.

Within a few minutes, Batman turned and walked towards the laptop.He has a vague understanding of the truth of the facts, but more evidence is needed to prove it.

"I thought you said you shouldn't startle the enemy." Jennifer also stood up, "What if he has something to do with criminals? Maybe he's testing your identity through me again? It's not the first time."

"Sneaking undetected is not a warning." Bruce said quickly.After a while, he forced himself to add again, "Don't worry."

How could he not have thought of Jin Bing?

Hell's Kitchen and Times Square are just a few blocks away. This kind of high-profile terrorist attack is completely on the face of Jin Bin, and it is a serious blow to the emperor of the underground world.

True, the attack was not his usual style, but that was why it seemed odd.

If he didn't plan it, why did he allow it?

The disconnected spider web was reconnected.

Bruce wanted to fly to Hell's Kitchen for a while. If it wasn't daytime, he might have an excuse to go back to the old house to check the progress of the renovation, and take the opportunity to change into a battle suit and go out to find out information.

The bug potion was something that had to be figured out, and anyone, he meant anyone, was going to try to mess up Gotham and profit from it.

Seeing that this person was completely lost in her own thoughts, Jennifer could only shake her head habitually, and sat down to complete the last unit of yoga.

She was going to attend the movie's premiere at night, so she really didn't have time to continue the reasoning game.

After doing yoga, taking a shower, and putting on makeup, Maha rushed to the big apartment to bring her a brand new dress and long dress. Tommy, the stylist, would also come along with her. I don't want anyone else to set foot in this building.

It is worth noting that Bruce was still stuck in the same posture in front of the computer when the female agent arrived, but he once again showed his Oscar-level acting skills and behaved so calmly that she didn't care at all.

A group of people had something to eat before going out around five o'clock in the afternoon.

After putting away the dishes, Alfred changed his clothes and stood by the door waiting. He put on a very stylish long coat and a gentleman's hat on his head. He nodded as he handed the coat over.

"Are we going out?" Jennifer called back.

No response at all.

"Then we drove your Rolls Royce?" She winked at the housekeeper before turning her head and continuing.

"I didn't say I would borrow you." Bruce didn't look up.

"You know, Master Wayne," said Alfred kindly, "it's technically my Rolls-Royce, and I've decided to send Miss Davis to the New York Film Festival myself. .”

The figure in front of the computer suddenly froze.

Maha coughed with a suppressed smile.

"God, Alfred, what kind of ecstasy soup did she feed you?" Bruce complained half-truly, "Why do you always help her talk?"

"I poured ecstasy soup?" Jennifer snapped back sharply, "On the contrary. I think you gave Alfred some ecstasy soup. The respected Mr. Pennyworth can endure you for more than 20 years."

Bruce breathed out through his nose.

Jennifer left this complaint and gently pushed the two elders outward, and was about to close the door with her backhand.

"Are you reconciled?" Maha craned her neck and asked suspiciously.

"What? No." Jennifer said casually. "I'm getting ready to meet my little love, Eddie Redmayne, at the premiere."

"I can hear you." A voice came from the room.

Jennifer laughed and closed the door.

"I don't think you're the same now," Maha concluded in the elevator. "You used to be like a queen, now you're like—"

"Princess?" Jennifer added.

"—Like a middle school girl who flirts with people in class."

Jennifer: "..."

Alfred patted her shoulder sympathetically.

"Forgive me, dear." Maha said hypocritically, "Okay, pay attention to the steps, pull up your coat, and watch your breasts. Where did you just say? What about your little lover? Let me arrange something for you." Hype?"

They have gone outside the gate.

Jennifer spent about three seconds considering whether to roll her eyes in front of the reporter.

Then she flipped.