Reincarnated as Gotham's beauty trash

I sternly rejected my second uncle's evil thoughts.Retirement is coming, no one wants me to work.

Before carrying them away, Dick and Jason bid farewell to the second uncle warmly after eating their bellies, and got two bags of imported snacks from the housekeeper.

I was never treated so warmly as a child.Next time I have something to do, I will just throw the two little ones to Uncle Er to eat cake.

Combined with the information I got, I can roughly piece together the appearance of this incident.

The organization that trained Cassandra once targeted me and wanted to use me to capture the Klan family.Their goal should be a large amount of funds, as well as the Crane Group that can help their activities.

Second Uncle disinherited me, they dropped the idea and just disappeared.

That's why they have my personal information in their database.This time, I was chosen as the target of Cassandra's mission, probably because my marriage with Bruce completely cut off the possibility of me inheriting Klan.Whatever they've done to my brain doesn't make sense now.

For the same reason, Bruce didn't intend to reveal anything to me.There are also reasons why he has that kind of personality, but more because he can't trust me who has tampered with my brain.

His desire to protect and control came together, mixed with a bit of nasty paranoia.So the bat's clever brain searched for a good tactic, which was to disappear directly, avoiding the trouble of talking and asking, and also getting rid of the two small burdens of Dick and Jason.

I was so pissed off that I decided that the next time he was in bed in the master bedroom, I was going to jump on his back.

Not only do I want to step on it alone, I also want Dick and Jason to come and step on it together.

Bruce's biggest mistake was trying to get me out of this mess.I may not be able to stay out of this incident. It is not the protection of Bruce alone that will keep me safe forever.

He refused to disclose information to us, but when the danger is likely to reach us, he will definitely notify us to retreat.

I stared at the text message on my phone from an unknown sender. It just said, "MW10."

The full text of this sentence should read "Martha Wayne 1940".

All Batmobiles and defensive weapons in the Batcave will attack the designated enemy after receiving instructions.And "Martha Wayne 1940" is the secret order to deauthorize.

When weapons launch an attack, it should mean that there will be enemies attacking us.The authorization of the Batcave defense weapon was canceled because the Batcave was not safe, that is to say, the enemy knew Bruce's true identity, and the Batcave was no longer a safe fortress.

That being the case, we have only one choice.

I called Clark, "Is there any space for the Kansas farm? I want to send my two children to plant straw to experience life."

After I learned to drive, I always drove myself between Gotham Mercy and Wayne Manor.

Considering I always carry my hanging ring with me, I'm safer than the rest of the family.

Alfred was the only one in the manor, and it took me about four and 10 minutes to drive home from the Gotham Charity Federation.

I took the elevator straight to the parking lot, and everyone else came home from get off work early to enjoy a steaming dinner at home.I was alone walking between the dimly lit empty parking spaces and the shadows cast by the load-bearing columns.

There was no one around, there was no sound, my footsteps almost echoed here.There are a few sparse cars parked in different corners, and my car is still farther away.

I don't know when, my footsteps gradually echoed, as if another person kept the same frequency as me, quietly following me, waiting for an opportunity to kill with one blow.

I stopped in front of the car, put my hand on the door handle, and took a deep breath.

With a swipe of my finger, the magic circle stood in front of me, just in time to hold the knife from the person behind me.

The advantage of using the Ring of Raggador as a weapon is that only magic can split magic, and it is invincible against mortal weapons.The problem is that the size is not enough to cover the whole body, and the strength of individuals varies.

I couldn't stand the strength of the killer, and I slammed into the car door. The bright blade reflected my eyes through the orange-red magic circle, and beside me was the killer in night clothes.

After getting to know Bruce, the number of assassinations I have encountered is comparable to the number of times I ordered takeaway under the nose of Ah Fu, and I have long since lost my original panic and nervous mood.

I stretched out my palm and patted the chest of the killer who was in close contact with me.His soul was blown out by me, and his body fell to the ground limply.

I was about to squat down and check his belongings when a noose was put around my neck from behind and tightly strangled my throat.

The long-lost sense of suffocation hit me, and I desperately grabbed the rope, trying to squeeze out a little space for breathing.The finger wearing the hanging ring swiped in the air, trying to use the portal to divert away the person who attacked me from behind.

The magic is not unfolding at this moment.My eyes widened, and I realized that the magic in my body seemed to be covered by something, and it was blocked in my body and could not work outside.

The person behind let out a contemptuous laugh at this moment, "It doesn't work, Ms. Mage."

I thought that the means of restraining mages were not widely spread. Now it seems that my colleagues who are employed outside have provided many people with rich experience in magic.

I coughed twice in the gap and snapped my fingers.

Two cables catapulted out of the car behind me, and the grapples clung to the Killer's back.The ruthless lightning, the sizzling sound of scorched flesh and the killer's screams almost deafened my ears.

There is a reason to wear a close-fitting underwear made of insulating material every day, otherwise I don’t want to wear it to go out every day, the comfort is really not high.

I grabbed the fluorescent rope, and the rapid beep sounded in my ears, and my fingers trembled.

Earth-shattering explosions resounded through the parking lot, accompanied by raging flames and a strong burnt smell.

My heart aches.

This car is definitely scrapped, forget it, I'm not the one paying for it anyway.

I was by the stinking sewer ditch, thinking while running wildly, what a pity, I kind of like that model of car.

A few seconds before the explosion, I managed to escape through the sewer cover under my feet.I don't know what that fluorescent rope is, and even after I broke free from its shackles, I didn't feel the ability to use spells returning to me.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the other end of the sewer, no longer concealed.According to the volume of his voice, he will soon catch up to me, a lazy little waste.

A sewer is not a good place to end your life, I thought with all my heart.

I ran around a corner and there was a dead end in front of me.Three walls trapped me in place, and at the only exit, the killer's figure slowly walked towards me.

"You struggle to make people laugh." He said, his voice was undisguised, it was a man's voice, young and middle-aged.

I squeezed out a polite smile, "I don't think you're smiling."

The sound of the knife being drawn made my heart skip a beat, and the knife relentlessly forced towards me.

I held back my beating heart, "Why don't you catch someone alive, maybe the effect will be better."

"Mother thinks you are still useful, but others don't think so." He approached me, raised his hand and raised the knife, "Go to hell and mourn your life!"

Clap.

The knife fell in front of my toes, and I kicked it away in disgust.

I knelt down in front of the limp killer, putting the gas mask on my face.

"Do you know what the benefits of sewers are?"

I said earnestly, "First, it is convenient to throw things away." For example, the empty antidote bottle.

"Second, it is convenient to hide things." For example, some bats' self-defense organs and emergency storage.

"Third, it is convenient to leave." Through the secret door hidden here.

He closed his eyes and completely lost consciousness.

I looked at it carefully, but couldn't figure out whether he was really dizzy or pretending to be dizzy.I found magnetic handcuffs in the emergency room and handcuffed his hands and feet. In order to avenge my beloved car, I stepped on his spine and walked to the self-defense mechanism that released the poisonous gas.

Iris, voiceprint, fingerprint, triple verification, access to the bat cave.

"Good evening, Agent A, this is Mage L, I have a big item to transport, can you help me?"

"I need a quiet place and have a few questions."

Batman is a good interrogator, I'm not, and usually I can't do very brutal things.

The point is that my acting skills are not good, the interrogation is an acting test, and the pinnacle of my acting skills in this life is just pretending to be pitiful, to win the sympathy of the two little boys.

I sat back in the chair, with my arms draped over the back of the chair, playing with the glowing rope in my hand.

The man restrained by the magnetic handcuffs, straitjacket, and iron chain made a slight movement. He sat on the chair welded firmly to the ground and opened his eyes several times. After he was fully awake, the focus of his eyes fell on me.

"Hello." I said enthusiastically, "Mr. Assassin, who doesn't know what wrongs and worries you have with me, congratulations on overcoming the effect of hypnotic gas in just three hours."

"What do you want?" he said darkly.

"Wrong answer." I shook my finger, "It should be me, the victim, asking you, what do you want to do?"

The other party sneered, "Do you think I will tell you?"

"Normally not." I leaned on the back of the chair and looked at him with my head tilted. "It's always like this in the movies. I'd rather die than submit. I'd kill myself by biting the capsule in my teeth. Oh, I'll get the capsule out for you." Yes, you're welcome."

"We don't have to talk."

"Let me guess," I smiled, "You guys are the only ones coming to look for me when you have a large group of people getting entangled by a dark, nasty bat."

"If the purpose is to assassinate me, it is enough to choose between the killer and the bomb, otherwise the two will easily conflict with each other, and your companions may be injured in the explosion."

I observed the changes in his eyes and expression, "The highest order should just take me away, which is what you call 'mother', she doesn't want me to die. There is a third party who wants my life."

"Isn't it, the one who trained Cassandra?"

I caught the flash of astonishment in his eyes, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more secretive, "I am Cassandra's target, and now I am not only alive, but my existence was stabbed by a certain point-eared monster" Mother' there."

"Two possibilities." I held out two fingers.

His lips began to tremble, and fine cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"One is that 'mother' didn't know about my existence at the beginning. Considering my occupational problems, the probability is very small."

"Secondly, 'Mother' doesn't know about Cassandra's existence, does she?" I asked softly, "She'll be angry about it."

The killer's pupils dilated like a frightened cat, he didn't know he was pale, "Are you talking nonsense?"

I understood, "That's the second type."

I no longer hide the smile on my lips, and said with a smile, "It's time, I really want to know what I look like in your eyes now?"

I took the empty bottle by the table and observed it in my hand. There were still a few drops of fluorescent green liquid on the wall of the bottle.

"You plan to use fear gas to deal with me, so you probably don't mind if I entertain you with this thing. You have to enjoy the good fortune yourself."

I walked into him and bent over his face.

He couldn't restrain the fear that filled his heart, and let out a hoarse cry that was suppressed to the utmost.

I patted his face, "Where's Cassandra?"