Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

Lucius walked half a step in front of me, and I was slightly behind him and Luther, listening quietly to their conversation.

I touched the spot where Luthor touched just now intentionally or unintentionally. On my ring finger was my wedding ring with Bruce.

This meeting may not be friendly.

Luthor tapped my fingertips deliberately, not because he wanted to talk about my marriage.The only explanation is that he is implying my identity as a mage.

The mage's hand is a very special place, the hanging ring is the key to the portal, only with the hanging ring can we have the qualification to use the portal freely.

Although Kama Taj didn't ask us to hide our identities, but the person I met this time was Luthor, so I had to be cautious.

In the criminal information Bruce gave me, this human supremacist who I used to think was an ordinary president occupied dozens of pages, and the relevant information and records were horrifying.

To this end I have adopted the most cautious attitude.

In open and vulnerable places like subway bridges, I put the hanging ring on my finger so that I can open the portal at any time.

When I got to the Lex Group, I took the ring off and hung it on the elastic at the bottom of the skirt on the thigh.For today's dress, I deliberately chose a style with a fluffy skirt, just enough to hide a ring.

The banquet of the Lex Group started with a dance, and Luthor, as the chairman, invited a female companion to dance the opening dance.

I didn't intend to join in the fun, and Lucius hid behind the crowd.

"As the president, it's not without reason that Bruce is more popular than Luther."

Lucius and I whispered, "Hairstyles really matter."

Lucius took the opportunity to adjust his tie, "I agree, but pay attention to the volume, he is coming."

The crowd in front of me parted, and I squinted my eyes. Luther walked up to me and raised his hand to invite, "Can I invite you to dance with me, Miss Crane?"

Not very much, thank you.

"My dancing skills are not good, I'm afraid I will step on your foot." I smiled politely, "Maybe there is a more suitable candidate."

Luthor tactfully returned my refusal, "Testoni's shoes are of good quality, and besides, the opportunity to dance the opening dance with Miss Crane doesn't come every day."

Speaking of this, it would be too obvious to refuse.I took Luthor's hand and slid down to the dance floor with him.

His purpose was not to dance, but to create a space for conversation that I couldn't escape.

The music started, and the melodious melody drowned out our muffled conversation.

"I heard that there was a cruise ship hijacking incident in Gotham half a year ago. The perpetrator was the Gotham criminal clown. Unfortunately, Miss Crane happened to be on that cruise ship."

The visitor was not kind, and I fooled, "I was very impressed. It was the most terrifying thing I have ever experienced in my life. It made me have to lie in the hospital for more than three months."

I have a clear understanding of myself, and my mage ability is not strong enough for others to be jealous of the ability to test.

If there's anything in me worth coveting, it's the mass resurrection after the bombing.However, I won't be able to use this ability anytime soon.

How is Luther going to test me?

Is he going to kill someone to add to the fun of the banquet?

We push and pull on the dance floor to the music.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Luther whispered, "I happened to know a few friends who had experienced that incident, and they had a very interesting saying."

"They said they saw a firework."

I was shocked, and my face remained calm, "We have been attacked by clown gas, and it is normal to see hallucinations."

Luther looked at me, his eyes seemed to penetrate my skin and reach my soul, "It's rare for several people to have the same hallucination."

"You collected information on that incident, Mr. Luthor."

I kindly reminded, "You should know that all of us have memory loss symptoms to varying degrees. It is very possible to distort and process certain things and remember them as fireworks."

I pretended to think, "For example, the banquet lights on the boat."

"So that's how it is." Luther narrowed his eyes, "I thought it was a miracle made by some people."

I made a wrong step and stepped on his expensive leather shoes with high heels.

"Sorry," I said without the slightest apology, "Mr. Luthor, the last thing a capitalist should believe in is a miracle. There are no miracles in the world."

"I apologize to you," Luther said casually, "but I thought Miss Crane's bedside person was quite strange. After all, not everyone can bear such a husband."

The muscles on his face twisted and he squeezed out a horrible smile.

"Few people are willing to accept that their husband is a concept, a concept that moves forward mechanically for the common interests of mankind and constantly forces themselves."

The music was gradually heard at this time, and it was not enough to cover our conversation.Luther politely let go of his hand, and took a step away from me, "Your dancing skills are better than what you say."

I showed a smile that wasn't sincere, "It's absurd, it's just an extraordinary performance."

Luther shrugged and turned to invite another lady.I'm retrograde in couples stepping onto the dance floor.

Lucius and his partners from Wayne Technology entered the venue to dance, and I sat alone in a booth a little far from the dance floor, pinching the bridge of my nose.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows is the bustling cityscape of the metropolis. The black single-sided glass makes the banquet hall look like a night with colorful lights.

I frowned, in disbelief that Luther had gone to such lengths to invite me over just to dance with me and have a tentative conversation.

After drinking a glass of juice, he didn't do anything else.Seeing that the dance was over, he stood on the stage and was about to say a few opening words for the upcoming dinner.

A loud bang!

Sitting by the window, my eardrums seemed to be torn, and my head was buzzing.The hall suddenly became chaotic, and all kinds of noisy discussions made the scene even more uncontrollable.

I looked out in the direction of the explosion. It was not the Lex Group that was attacked this time, but an office building opposite the Lex Group.

Billowing black smoke appeared and disappeared behind the glass curtain wall along with the dancing flames. What was louder than the discussion in the banquet hall was the exclamation of the victims in the fire scene.

I opened my eyes wide, my body was still standing by the window, but my soul returned to the burning fire.

That was the first time I faced a super criminal, and Two-Face taught me a big lesson.

Is Lex Luthor crazy?

A firm and powerful voice echoed in the hall through the microphone, "Don't panic, guests, the Lex Group is still safe, and we will send security personnel to the next door for rescue."

Through the glass, my eyes are caught by the black smoke that symbolizes disaster.Luther turned on the projection in the lobby at the right time, and switched the page to the live news.

In the live video, the reporter is on his way to the scene.

I subconsciously touched the roots of my fingers, and only touched the wedding ring on my ring finger.

Luther stood beside me at some point, "Aren't you going to the scene to have a look?"

A wave of anger hit my brain and was quickly suppressed.

The man in front of him has lost his identity as a human being, and he has lived himself into a concept that represents human beings seeking their own ultimate form in the process of evolution, even by any means.

"I'm just a philanthropist - if I can live up to that title."

I suddenly calmed down, "I can set up a project to help rebuild after the disaster, or I can call the police to ask for help for them."

"I'm not a superhero. A superhero without power can be called a hero, but it's not a superhero."

"Are you expecting that alien to come and help?" Luther said, showing resentment and contempt in his expression, "Maybe he's busy with other things."

The news live broadcast switched to another scene. A ship hit a rock in the Atlantic Ocean and was about to sink. Passengers trapped on the ship recorded their last words live when they lost their emotions.

Luther listened attentively, "They are calling the name of that alien. All the troubled people in the world are waiting for the rescue of a foreigner. This makes them, and us, lose the ability to fight, and become lambs to be slaughtered .”

"Power makes one a savior, and one a butcher," Luthor said. "When a person has life in his hands, awe ceases to exist."

I quietly listened to the live broadcast on the Internet, looking for a voice in the background sound of the live broadcast.

I clenched my fingers and waited until I counted silently to a hundred.

"Iron Man, it's Iron Man!"

At the same time, the familiar red cloak appeared near the Rex Building, and he rushed straight into the fire without even looking at it.

I let go of my fingers and my nerves are no longer tense.

"I disagree with your point of view."

I said: "There are many people who seek the limit with the human body, there have been in the past, and there will be in the future. As long as the human race continues, there will be no unconquerable power in the world. Whether superman is invincible or not, you should know this best .”

I looked back at the chaotic hall, "It looks like this banquet was completely screwed up, sorry for stepping on your leather shoes, I will pay attention next time."

There is no next time, even if I dance with Two-Face, I will not dance with Luther again.

Regret, should step on him more.

On the return trip, I sent Tony and Clark a thank you message, and bought a pair of tickets to Pepper's favorite concert for Stark, hoping that he would not make my good sister overworked.

I passed Clark's ticket to Louise, praying that he would have time to see a show in its entirety.It doesn't matter if you can't finish watching it, as long as Louise can appreciate it.

Bruce's call came right on time as the car drove off the subway bridge.

I answered the phone and snorted coldly, "Thank you, Zhuge Liang."

"Just a speculation," Bruce said. "I found out three weeks ago that he was contacting those on the ship who had been revived by the blast."

"No, I'm just a little surprised that you let me come alone." I twisted the earrings on the earlobe, "I thought you were going to guard me every step of the way."

"I'm out there as a backup plan," Bruce said, a hint of teasing in his voice, "You want me to treat you like a glass doll?"

"Disgusting." I said disgustedly, "I suggest that if you are mentally ill, go to Leslie to have a look at your head."

Lucius raised the partition between the front and rear seats, leaving room for me and Bruce to talk.

I asked, "Isn't there the necessary three regret questions this time?"

"I don't like talking nonsense as much as you think." He said, seeming to snort a few times.

"You have enough room to grow until you can face all scenarios," Bruce said. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything until then."

"..." I covered my face and calmed down a little.

"That's why you told me about criminals during the nighttime activities of other couples?"

"..."

"Do you still have to spot check from time to time?"

"..."

"You are such an old lady." I admired.

"Not always." A weak retort came from the phone.