Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Time passed by, and Bruce couldn't move due to the weapons in the hands of our guards.Batman, who was asked to come to the scene by our hostages by name, was mingling among the shivering lambs, pretending to be an innocent little fat sheep.

This kind of behavior of riding a donkey to find a donkey made me speechless, and even the fear in my heart was dispelled for a while.

Under the cover of my hands, I hurriedly glanced at the hall. The main entrance was guarded, and the man with the bomb was standing guard at the side entrance, completely blocking us in the hall.

I can't help but look at Bruce, his lips are pursed and his cobalt blue eyes are thoughtful.He spotted my gaze at the first time, and made a mouth shape at me, "Are you scared?"

My heart was still pounding, and my feet squatting on the ground couldn't stop shaking slightly.The moment Bruce looked at me, I unexpectedly felt a sense of relief.

This kind of peace of mind is not based on our relationship as a couple, but comes from the cognition of my two lifetimes.I know he's Batman, and I know he's going to try to save us.He is a wall that stops us from danger, and also a beacon that symbolizes safety in the turbulent night.

I reluctantly raised the corners of my mouth, "I'm waiting for a hero to save our group of beauties."

Bruce nodded reassuringly, and in the next second, a sudden change occurred!

Several heavy objects smashed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the hall and rolled in. The moment they hit the ground, huge piles of gray smoke exploded and quickly filled the entire hall.

I couldn't see my fingers, and there was only a thick gray in my field of vision, and I couldn't even see a blurred outline at a farther position.

Just as the hostages were about to move, ready to take advantage of this moment of chaos and escape, a scream pierced the calm appearance.People who were closer, including me, could see a shadow with pointed ears moving in the mist.

Wait, if that shadow is Batman, then who is Bruce?

It is impossible for him to change clothes in just a few seconds, take off the suit on his body and put on the armor.The person he was fighting with wasn't so stupid that he couldn't tell the difference between a suit and armor.

For a brief moment, I began to suspect that everything about my previous life was just a dream, and I just arranged for my new boyfriend in the dream to be a household superhero, so as to satisfy my pathetic of vanity.

But I quickly broke away from this endless philosophical thinking, and the details that reminded me to return to reality were the disappearance of Bruce, who was close to me.

After a little thought, I understood his trick.I am located on the west side of the hall, and the location where the smoke, fog, and bombs attacked was on the east side of the hall. I saw the shadow of Batman, which proved that he entered the hall from the west side and started rescue operations.

Most people will think that this is just a trick by the vigilante, but in fact, this trick is trying to cover up the actions of the second Batman to send the equipment to Bruce after entering the hall.The sound of typing on the keyboard I heard at the beginning of the hijacking was Bruce's signal to his helpers to get ready.

In the vast gray fog, Bruce had room to maneuver.

He had time and space to change his uniform, and at the same time an excuse to disappear from me.Because of the cover of smoke, fog, and bombs, many hostages were in turmoil, looking for opportunities to escape.Bruce can use this reason to explain his disappearance.

There are two imperfections in the plan.One is that he will be called a coward because of this, so he probably won't care.The second is that two Batmen cannot appear on the scene at the same time, otherwise, if the Batman's action trajectory does not match, people will be aware of the presence of Batman's internal response in the crowd.

The number two Batman who responds to Bruce will take off his conspicuous hood and cape. He does not need to face the enemy, so he does not need to wear a tight uniform except for the necessary armor.This also means that he can squat in a corner as soon as he picks up those things, pretending to be one of the hostages.

Everyone in the hall, the extra person after the gray fog is Batman's helper!

The sound of fists colliding with flesh was extremely dull, covering all the small commotions in the gray mist.The corner of the cloak brushed over my shoulders, and I suddenly felt fear in my guess.

Where I couldn't see, Bruce's fist was hitting the prisoners' faces, heads, chests and abdomens again and again.

It is not difficult to come up with a plan with a probability of success, but the most oppressive thing about Batman is that he can increase the success rate of the plan to a terrifying, infinitely close to "1" level.Whether it's equipment, information or his various abilities, they all serve this "1".

Such an opponent makes one's scalp tingle just thinking about it.

In the chaos, we only heard the sound to witness a struggle.The gray mist poured out from the window opened by the smoke, mist, bomb and Batman No. [-], gradually thinning and fading.We looked at each other in the gradually clear vision. Many people were no longer in their previous positions. Those terrorists fell to the ground without exception, losing their ability to move.

I turned around and looked, but I couldn't find Bruce.

After confirming their safety, the people who looked at each other began to stir restlessly.Someone discovered that the side door that was originally blocked had been opened at some point. People wanted to try to escape through this opening, but they were afraid that the outside would be more dangerous, so they could only stand there without embarrassment and wait for the police to come.

I realized one more thing, the one guarding the side door earlier was the leading bandit holding a bomb.According to the traces at the scene, he should have taken the bomb and left through the side door as soon as the smoke bomb was thrown in.He created a private dialogue space between himself and Batman, and we are just tools he uses to achieve his goals.

Then what is the purpose of bombing?

He didn't ignite it the first time Batman entered the arena, nor did he time the bomb to escape by himself.Could it be that he was walking around with such a high-risk item just to meet Batman?

What kind of little fan is this?

Fortunately, the Gotham Police Department is very good at finishing Batman. It didn't take long for the police to open the gate and take us out one by one.

Fortunately, only a few people who tried to escape in the chaos were slightly injured, and everyone else was safe.While counting the number of people, the police officers took notes for the few people who were more sober.

Linda walked around in the crowd, "Where is Bruce, who saw Bruce?"

I was in a bad mood, and even the police heard her shout, "Is anyone missing?"

Just when I was trying to find an excuse to fool them, a hand was put on my shoulder suddenly, and before I jumped up in fright, I said, "I'm here, I'm fine!"

I turned my head, and Bruce also turned to look at me, "Finally found you, I ran out in the chaos, but I didn't know how to get back."

His specially styled hair drooped messily on his browbones, his forehead and chin were a bit bruised, and his suit was wrinkled as if it had just been pulled out of the washing machine.

"Then I was beaten up by those bastards." Baby Bruce said aggrievedly.

Obviously knowing that he is playing me, but I still feel so pitiful for the wronged little baby.I poked the corner of his swollen mouth with my hand, "You'd better apply some medicine when you get home."

"You're right." Bruce wiped the corner of his mouth, "I'm so tired, I want to go home and rest now."

Police Chief Gordon walked towards us, holding a tape recorder in his hand, "I'm sorry to keep you here, because it's too troublesome to subpoena afterwards, I hope you can finish the transcript before leaving."

One of Bruce's feet has been raised, "I'm sorry too, my fragile little heart needs to rest now, and I'll go to the police station to make up the record after I rest."

The police officer following Gordon scratched the greasy and sloppy hair under the hat, "So I hate dealing with rich people, boy, can you cooperate with the police's actions?"

The incident has been resolved, and Bruce's appearance here proves that the bomb was also properly handled.His haste to leave after rushing back to falsify his presence proved that the matter was far from over.

After realizing this, I stood up and smoothed things over, "Have the police considered paying attention to the situation in other places?" I pointed to the guests who were getting impatient around me, "It's useless to keep us all here , will only hinder your police search for evidence."

The police officer in the hat showed a completely dark and evil expression, "What clues do you have?"

"The first time Batman arrived, the person who held us hostage didn't activate the bomb." I shrugged, "Maybe the bomb was just a bait to lure Batman over."

This bomb did not play any role in this hijacking except for deterrence, and it ended in such a big battle.

This makes me have a guess, maybe this is the meaning given to it by the mastermind behind the scenes, tying a bomb to a group of rich people at the top of Gotham, so that Batman and the police have to be busy with it.

When the vigilantes and the police have no time to pay attention to other places, they can take this opportunity to do something big. As for what they really want to do, I don't know, only a vague direction.

It is necessary to divert the attention of the police to prove that what they were going to do is a major event that is difficult to conceal, and it will take at least half an hour to commit the crime.

The location of the dinner party is the lower city island where the rich gather, which is the southernmost part of Gotham.Maybe they're planning to go a little farther, in the Audisburg district north of Uptown.The Westward Bridge, the Star Laboratory and no less than five large and small factories are all there.

Gordon and the police officer in front of him also realized this.The policeman lit a cigar cursingly, and to be honest, he looked much more villainous than the leader who held us hostage.

"I knew I was going to be very busy tonight." He waved his hand instead of Gordon, "Okay, there is no room for you here, go home and take a shower, and we will notify you to take notes when we are free in a few days."

Gordon, who was robbed of the words, choked for a moment, and nodded to us apologetically, "Don't worry, Officer Brock has always been careless, and it's not that he has any objections to you."

They summoned the police to start preparations as soon as possible for the possible second operation.Bruce held me by the shoulders and led me away from the crowd, "I'm leaving, here are the keys to that Aston Martin, can you drive back by yourself?"

Sounds heartless, but I understand the hectic nature of his second career, "How do you go back, walk back?"

He raised his chin forward, "My housekeeper is here to pick me up."

Following his line of sight, I saw an old man in a crisp suit standing in front of a Bentley, opening the door for Bruce.

That's right, this is Batman No. [-].

I looked sympathetically at the striking Mediterranean shape of the old man's head.

The poor old man not only has to worry about his young master who is born and dies every day, but also grabs a handful of old bones and pretends to be an incompetent young master to fly around in the sky when necessary.No wonder his hair fell out so fast, it was his heartbreak.

"I know there is a brand of hair growth that works really well," I said to Bruce, who was about to leave. "Do you need me to introduce you?"

Bruce turned his head, puzzled, "Huh?"