Grandpa Guang Weizheng[Comprehensive]

Here comes the file.

The problem child had just helped two mutants who were about to be imprisoned in Arkham by Batman escape, and this time he was invited by Damian to Wayne Manor.Although he promised Damian that if he can handle this matter, then Batman will not intervene, but as Bruce Wayne, his unspoken love urged him to use his young temper to skip the board meeting and escape the business Banquet, with female companion doves, just to get a glimpse of "friends whom Damian invited home for the first time".

It's not like he hasn't seen these kids before as Batman, but... anyway, as the father of [Damian Wayne], he shouldn't make his son's friends feel underappreciated.

Forcibly explained in this way, Bruce appeared in Wayne Manor.

When he came back, the children, including Cybertron's older child who was tens of millions of years old, were playing together on the wide grass of Wayne Manor.What surprised him even more was that Jason and Damian didn't get together. Although there was no communication at all, the two of them peacefully coexisted in the same space and breathed the same air.

"Bruce is back." Tim, who was the first to find Bruce, was almost relieved. Every cell was shouting [Help, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhh], rushing towards Bruce like flying.

Bruce had never been hugged so enthusiastically by his third son, and Bruce was a little dazed.He patted Tim stiffly, his tone frivolous and nervous: "Hey my son, what's the matter with you? It seems like I haven't seen me for a long time."

"Thank God you can come back!" Tim whispered, he glanced nervously at the three Wayne brothers behind him, and listened to his ear: "Help me, I'm afraid your son will change from four to one before lunch! "

Under Bruce's puzzled eyes, Tim coughed and briefly introduced why the situation had become like this.

The situation has changed dramatically since the emergence of Jason Toth. The mighty file suddenly became as quiet as a chicken. There must have been an unknown past between the two of them (Eggsy, after speaking, they suddenly fell to the ground because of a broken chair leg. fell down, Damian and Harry Osborn helped him up with concern).Jason's attitude towards the file was too familiar, even with a kind of intimacy that made some people very uncomfortable.

Watching the file introduce Pietro to Jason, Damian almost picked up the broken chair leg and "discussed several ways of playing baseball" with Jason.Dick, who didn't want to cause trouble in front of the guests, patted Damian on the shoulder and took the chair leg out of his hand: "Don't be stupid, you and Jason changed her attitude towards you? Mature Damien and figure out a way to get a girl to notice you're not just pissing her off."

He cracked the corner of his mouth: "Now, I'm ready to be asked for help by you."

Dick, who successfully received the request for help, was satisfied. He patted his chest with a big laugh, taught by example, taught by example, and taught by example, which will definitely make Damian shine on this skill point.

But maybe it worked too well, Damian wondered what she would say when he was called away by the file alone.Then the file took out a note pad: "Can you tell me your elder brother's phone number? It's not good for me to ask him, I guess he won't tell."

Damian: ...what gave you the illusion I would say? ? ?

He asked the reason, and got a reply of "Maybe I will ask him for help in the future, he seems very kind".

Tim tugged on Bruce's sleeve and was about to cry: "Then he looked at me so cruelly! Why?! I didn't do anything!"

Bruce: ...

Lessons from the past are in front of you, Damian, this is... Let's take precautions before they happen.

He reassured his third son that he didn't have to worry about his life, and his father would take care of everything, and then clapped his hands to attract attention: "I'm so happy that you guys can come. It's the first time Damian brought a friend to my house. I'm Bruce." He took off his suit coat, loosened his tie: "Are you planning to play baseball?"

"Emmm, that's what I planned." Bumblebee scratched his head: "But I found it unfair to some players, and Damian doesn't seem to be very good at throwing the ball and always hits others. Anyway, it's almost lunch time. We thought it would be nice not to take a break."

That's great, just not very good at pitching, and it wasn't the metal bat that dropped his hand and hit bro.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he laughed again: "Then maybe you need Ah Fu's dessert."

"Yes, yes, Mr. Alfred is really great!" Pietro nodded at the speed of light: "I really hope that someone can make such delicious snacks for me!"

File hesitated for a moment and then tentatively said, "Can I bring cupcakes to my other friends? Some of them didn't come over."

"Of course." Bruce spread his hands, and he planned to give his son an assist: "You are Damian's friend, treat Wayne Manor as your own home, and you are also the owner of this place."

"Really, thank you so much." At this moment, she looked like an ordinary high school student, and nodded slightly awkwardly to Bruce: "Before... Zhongcheng High School, I threw you out, I'm sorry."

Damian looked at Master Wayne, the owner of Wayne Manor, and sneered.

During a lunch, there was an undercurrent on the table of the Wayne family. There seemed to be an invisible contest between family members. The Wayne family, who were supposed to be well-mannered, made frequent mistakes. Either your glass fell or my plate fell.Before the guests were completely dumbfounded, Alfred, who was at the top of the food chain, raised a cup and knocked it.

"Gentlemen." With a kind smile on his face, the old man said, "If the food I cook is not to your liking, please leave my table."

It wasn't until the end of lunch that Bruce didn't understand why Damian hated himself too.He couldn't figure out what was going on, so he attributed it to the incomprehensible emotions of adolescents.

After lunch, Bumblebee sat cross-legged in the garage with a huge roof and drank his own drink. The almighty butler could satisfy no matter what request he made, and he could be called the superhero of Wayne Manor.

"Oh, I really admire Mr. Alfred." Bumblebee was holding an oil barrel, and his big blue eyes shone with happiness.

"Yes, I know, the cupcakes he makes are also super delicious, but Bumblebee, I didn't come to you to tell you this." The filer rubbed his hair with a complex expression: "I, I don't know what to do. How can I continue to stay here, I am wondering whether to go back to New York directly... Maybe I should go to Warren, or Steve can also be considered as an option? No matter how bad I am, I believe that Super Killer will not abandon me, If you give money, Deadpool can also..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, your dopamine is rising too fast, what makes you so anxious, my friend." Bumblebee took the oil barrel aside, lay down and looked at the file: "Since you suddenly came to the garage just now From the beginning, you look like the world is falling apart, what happened?"

The file who was being questioned suddenly froze, she wailed in a low voice and put her hands on her head: "I have never wished for my mutant ability to reverse time...why can't I reverse time..."

"Emmm, maybe you need a hug right now? Or a piece of music to soothe your mood?" Bumblebee pushed the file with his finger: "It would be great if Jazz or the ambulance were here. Jazz understands the culture of the earth, and the ambulance can give Your medical advice."

"No, I don't need a jazz or an ambulance, I need you!" She suddenly appeared in front of Bumblebee, and wrapped her arms around his big face: "The party is over! Bumblebee, let's go!"

Bumblebee almost spewed out a mouthful of engine oil.

The file that dragged the family took Pietro and Harry Osborn, drove the bumblebee, and carried the cupcakes made by Mr. Alfred himself, and bid farewell to Wayne Manor.Harry Potter was a little strange: "Why did you leave so early?"

The file smiled stiffly: "There is something."

"It's also on our side." Damian folded his hands and leaned against the door: "Inside the family—you two can leave first if you have something to do."

Eggsy was stunned: "No, we have nothing to do."

Harry Potter, patted him on the shoulder: "No you did, it's just that you haven't remembered it yet, think about it quickly, or you won't just fall off the chair."

Jason Toth turned a blind eye to Damian's particularly unfriendly gaze, and he walked forward to mess up the file's hair: "I know you don't have a mobile phone, so I won't leave you a number, do you know where to find me .”

The file had no rage, not even the pleasure of being offended.Jason is extremely tall, even if the file has grown much taller than before, he still needs to look up to him.She ran her fingers through her hair, and said very obediently: "Okay, I will come to you for help if I have something to do."

"Okay, okay, we're leaving now." Harry Osborn opened the car door: "I don't know if there will be something wrong with that strong bridge today, let's start early."

Little does this strong bridge know, it will soon usher in another catastrophe.

File didn't go home immediately after leaving Gotham. She stopped the car halfway, swiped the card in Gotham and took the money on the card Tony gave her, and went to the intelligence point alone.She's not sure if the wristband Tony Stark gave her has listening capabilities, but it does have an unnamed artificial intelligence inside, which makes her a little uneasy.

"Hello." She tapped the bracelet with her nails.

"Hello, I'm very glad to serve you." The voice of the wristband appeared: "Are you going to name me?"

"No, can you cut off all ties with other people?"

"Of course, do you want to cut off all contact with Tony Stark and Jarvis now?"

The file was stunned: "Can you cut it off?"

"Of course." AI's voice remained calm: "I am the AI ​​equipped with the [Trust 2.0] bracelet. I was given the ability to work independently before leaving the factory, but I can get more powerful functions by networking with other AIs."

I didn't expect Mr. Tony to play for real.The file felt a little sorry for the malicious speculation about him before, she coughed: "Okay, cut it off now."

"Yes, cutting it off for you."

The location of this information point is extremely remote, in a basement, next to the intricate underground pipelines, easy to get out at any time.

"Oh, isn't this our old friend file?" As soon as she entered, someone rubbed her hands and came up obsequiously: "What can I do for you this time?"

"Stop being bureaucratic, talk about serious business." She threw a stack over and said, "I want news about that person."

"It's really rich." The corner of the man's mouth almost reached the ears, he hehe put away the money thrown out by the file, handed it to his staff to check whether it was fake, and handed her an envelope: "It's just this time If you decide to go, it may be difficult to imagine - no one wants to kill people there."

He looked at the file and smiled almost from ear to ear.

After the file finished reading and destroyed the information, she looked at the gloating intelligence dealer and sneered: "You don't need to worry about it, I won't be played by an ordinary person between applause."

She put in two more wads of money, turned around and walked out: "Notify Deadpool, let him prepare enough party crackers for me, I want the best."

Her attitude was too resolute, and her expression was very disdainful. The information dealer who had been gloating at other people's misfortunes was a little uncertain at this time.

Did the file really find a way to kill people in that city without being held accountable?

He made up his mind, if he was so wrong that there really was such a method, then he must pay a lot of money to buy it!

Shortly after the file left, however, Polaris received a call from a public number.

"It's me." The file's voice was particularly dull: "I want to ask you, how did you escape without being caught for such a long time after demolishing the bridge?"

Polaris was at a loss for words for a while, the bridge she demolished was a bit too much and suddenly asked... Wait.

She asked tentatively, "What do you want to do?"

silence.

silence.

Still silent.

She was about to hang up the phone when the file finally spoke.

She coughed.

"I'm going to blow up the Gotham Bridge."

The author has something to say: Long time no see...Super busy recently...