Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

The shelters were filled with terrified people.

There are several doctors from small clinics walking around in it, helping the injured to bandage the emergency.

More doctors stayed behind in the hospital, with patients who couldn't move.They cannot retreat, and once they retreat, they will completely hand over the patient to the god of death.

My left leg was diagnosed by one of the doctors, and it was determined that I could only be a lame from now on.

The killer showed no mercy, and my left knee was completely shattered into pieces that couldn't be pieced together.

I was placed on the floor in the depths of the shelter and lay down, listening to the unbearable groans of the wounded.

Contrary to my own expectations, I didn't have any panic or panic, as if I was used to everything in front of me.

No, no one gets used to disasters.

I'm just not reconciled to leaving my fate to other people to decide.

I was lying on the floor of the shelter and was about to close my eyes.

A pair of small hands grabbed my sleeves worryingly. It was the little girl hiding on the twentieth floor.

She looked at me cautiously, "Are you okay?"

I raised my unshot hand and touched her head, "I'm fine, have you found your classmates?"

"Found it." She said timidly.

The girl looked around and sneaked up on me when no one else noticed, "Why don't you heal yourself?"

Little clever ghost.

I pinch her cheek, "Because no one can do everything."

"No one can save you every time." I took a breath, and the girl took out a small handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the sweat off my forehead.

I smiled at her, "In many cases, you can only rely on yourself... Am I being very wordy, what's your name?"

"Gwen," the girl whispered, "Gwen Stacy."

"Good boy," I pinched her face, "I will leave the handkerchief as a reward for bringing you here. Go find your teacher and classmates."

Gwen nodded and trotted away.

I squeezed my handkerchief tightly and looked at the cobwebbed ceiling in the corner of the shelter.

In the next second, the environment around me seemed to have changed.In the void, only Mage Gu Yi and I stood face to face.

"Why don't you take action?" I asked. "You are willing to help. This crisis should be resolved soon."

Gu Yi answered irrelevantly, "Have you ever played Texas Hold'em?"

I understand.

Gu Yi said leisurely, "While the opponent is testing us, we are also testing his strength and bottom line. When we haven't figured out the opponent's cards, no one will make a move."

In other words, the invasion of Manhattan by an alien army this time is just a trial first, and there are still larger-scale battles waiting for us later.

I thought about it, "These are issues you have to consider, but I just want to save the life in front of me, I don't have such a long-term goal."

"It's not wrong." Gu Yi said, "But you used the magic weapon last time, so I'm afraid you don't have enough energy this time."

"I don't need to treat everyone."

I slowly pondered, "I just need to temporarily hang those people who are dying, and let them wait until rescue comes."

There was a faint smile in her eyes, "Do what you want, Karma Taj won't even have the ability to finish it."

She patted my chest lightly, and the familiar heat surged in my eye sockets again.

The orange-red silk threads spread out, silently connecting many lives that had departed from power.

The feeling of exhaustion overwhelmed me like a mountain, and before I couldn't support it, those silk threads were cut off and no longer drew energy from my body.

My consciousness didn't come back, as they soared into the sky, past the ironclad ships, the invasion soldiers, and the people they fought one after the other.

Regardless of the corner of concern, the police took to the streets to guide the displaced people in the direction of the shelter.

The doctors stood firm in the wards, and behind the locked doors were many immobile patients.

A war is never fought by more than a few people.

Someone is on the roof, someone is on the street, and someone is lifting a nuclear bomb that is about to blow up the city and sending it into the black hole.

The dust has settled on Manhattan, and we are the victors in this war.

I closed my eyes reassuringly and fell asleep.

Because of the New York War, Joshua's interview was not published until half a month later.

The headlines continued to be a trio of competing coverage of the Kirita invasion of New York, the debut of the Avengers, and the Justice League battling alien invaders.

Discussions about alien invaders and the Premier League are high.At least my reputation is much better than before, and when everyone discusses famous philanthropists in Gotham, they will also bring my name.

Thanks to the publicity effect of this fame, more people came to Gotham Charity Federation for employment.Everyone realizes that this is not the former money laundering organization, but a place where practical things are done in a down-to-earth manner.

With more fresh bok choy, my retirement goal is one step closer.

The only bad thing is the photo taken by Joshua. In order to earn sympathy points for me, he deliberately picked a photo of me in a hospital gown and sitting in a wheelchair when I was hospitalized in Manhattan.

I am very, very dissatisfied. Even if I am a retired female star, I still have some requirements for my public image.

Even if I am a cripple in public perception, I am still a decent and beautiful cripple.

"Even in a hospital gown, Lulu is the prettiest." Dick sat by the couch and peeled apples for me, and his little mouth was sweeter than apples.

Thanks to my extensive hospitalizations, Dick peeled apples perfectly, only slightly better than Jason's apple bunny.

Jason pushed the trolley, put the drinks on the table, and put the glass of milk without ice in my hand.

Tim followed behind him, the iced Coke in his hand had been poured down more than half of the glass.

I lay on a deck chair under a parasol, enjoying the beautiful unshaded front yard of Wayne Manor.

I pushed my sunglasses up and exposed my eyes, "Why not iced drinks, there is no soul if you don't drink iced drinks in summer!"

Jason looked at me exactly like Ah Fu, "I hope you remember that you are a patient, and if you are a patient, don't let others worry about you."

Damn it, I haven't forgiven this kid yet, even if he served me tea and water as an old mother.

I patted my left leg, which was bound in a plaster cast, and said confidently, "It's been done long ago, I'm just pretending to be crippled to deceive the media."

Acting and doing a full set, whether Luther believes it or not, I didn't heal my left leg before I was discharged from the hospital.

Casualties in the Battle of New York were lower than I had imagined, and perhaps my support played a minor role.The debilitating depletion of energy fit well with the illusion of my broken leg.

It wasn't until I got home from the hospital and my therapist was replaced by Leslie that I repaired my poor kneecap and only acted disabled to the outside world.

By the way, another gentleman with two faces doesn't have this kind of trouble. Batman with no good skin all over his body goes into the Batcave and comes out as a brand new Brucey baby.

He has really benefited from my ability, which is at least worth his pinching my legs for a month.

A shadow stood in front of me, blocking the afternoon sun.

I held the milk straw in my mouth, "Sir, Jean, you are blocking my sun."

In the sunglasses, Bruce showed a gray tone, which matched his tone very well, "I found that person."

I spat out the straw, "Ah."

A trip to New York's Great War Memorial without three young children.Dick and Jason stayed in the manor to accompany the little guest Tim to do homework. It is more likely that the three of them hid in the game room and watched movies together.

Bruce drove me all the way to New York, and I kind of knew what to expect.

Mr. Assassin whose hand was cut off by me should be one of the victims unfortunately.

Bruce carried me into a wheelchair and pushed me to the New York War Memorial, where the names of the victims were densely engraved.

We mourned quietly for a few seconds, and he said, "He died, and there was no trace of any money transactions, but a week before the New York War, he won the lottery and got $[-] million."

"What a windfall," I sarcastically said, "I want it too."

We didn't say a word, because we all know that it is easier for Luthor to leave the prison than to enter it through legal means.

But he will always be caught by me.As long as he still thinks about my ability for a day, he will fall into my hands sooner or later.

Suddenly I asked, "What's his name?"

This refers to the killer I threw on the scene.

Bruce whispered a name, and after I didn't answer, he said, "He has a sister who is seriously ill, and he used the [-] million to perform a heart transplant on her sister."

"That's not why he killed other people," I said.

Then I shrugged again, "Considering that the money was paid by Luthor, I don't ask for it back."

Under the circumstances, if I had teleported him to Sanctuary, or if I had chosen to teleport him out of New York and then teleported myself and Gwen, he might have survived.

But the situation at the scene is far from what can be described in a few words today.

The opening where the Kiritas broke through gave Gwen and I the chance to escape.If he had chosen to go first, Gwen and I would have died at the hands of the alien invaders.

Now that things have happened, it may be meaningless to dwell on what happened at the beginning. Both Gwen and I are still alive, which may be the best result.

Just as I was silent, a hand rested on my shoulder.

Bruce said in a deep voice, "There is no need to blame yourself, you have done well enough. If you are responsible for his death, then I, as a husband, will share half of the crime with you."

I looked at Bruce with a strange expression on his face, and he looked down at me.

I suddenly reached out and flicked on the tip of his nose.

"What are you thinking about that Jason wouldn't even think about?" I wondered.

"One-third of the responsibility for this matter should be assigned to himself, one-third should be borne by Luthor, and one-third should be distributed to the Chirita star and Thor's brother."

I counted, "If I have one percent of the responsibility and give you half, then the two of us are each guilty of one percent of the crime. This responsibility is not as big as if I trampled an ant to death."

I asked strangely, "What are you doing, trying to help Luther take the blame?"

"...No," Bruce squeezed out a few words for a long time, "It's a good result if you come back safely."

He glanced at my legs, his face was gloomy for a moment, and he didn't speak.

I patted his chin, "If you have time to think wildly, why don't you go shopping for me, I heard that Tony even wears armor and has to queue up to buy donuts here."

"So you were just thinking about something to eat?"

"No, I want you to buy some flavors for me."

"..."

"I want it all."