[Comprehensive British and American] After the citizens of Gotham have the system

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Evelyn pulled her sleeves forward and picked up a glass of milk. When she walked out of the fast food restaurant, she couldn't help stamping her feet. As a result, she stepped on a pile of snow and stuck to her shoes.

Gotham in winter is beautiful, but it is not warm.The gargoyle is a specialty of this place. It usually looks a little scary, but it is unexpectedly cute when covered with a layer of snowflakes.The buildings in the old town are closely connected, and it looks like a town arrangement that only existed in the seventeenth or eighteenth centuries, making her always want to wander around the streets here.

But she plans to finish before six o'clock, after all, the law and order here seems to be really not very good.

She took a sip of the hot milk, and couldn't help sighing in happiness—as expected, only the steam rising from the hot milk could make her feel happy at this time.

She has been here for a week. Except for the first day when she was so scared that she almost jumped off the building, she spent most of the time adapting to life here, and found that she can speak English seamlessly, and this face is still a big beauty. Sometimes we cried with joy.

But when he found out that there were Avengers and Batman Superman in this world, he almost pouted again.

She doesn't know much about superheroes. If she had known that she would time travel, she would have pulled those movies a hundred and eighty times.

Unfortunately, this is just thinking about it.

The owner of this body is Evelyn Smith, 26 years old, who lives alone in a single apartment and is a reporter for a Gotham tabloid.The so-called tabloids are really small. There are only five people in the entire newspaper office, and they mainly deal in all kinds of gossip.In addition to her, the boss is also an editor, the boss's wife is also an deputy editor, there is a fat male photographer, and a girl who writes a reporter.

With the size of this small workshop, every time it is sent to the printing factory, it will be the last one printed.

However, it may be because the scale is too small, and the struggle among colleagues here is getting more and more serious.

The boss is a thin and tall Mediterranean man, aged 50 plus, who likes to pretend to be rich, but every time he sends out money, he starts to withhold it.The proprietress is generous, she is probably just forty, her skirts are not heavy, and she likes team building, but every time she sees another girl interacting with the boss, she is like guarding against thieves, a little too sensitive.

The girl who wrote the article is only 23 years old this year. She just graduated from university.

The photographer is about the same age as her, maybe because she is too fat and looks a little greasy.It always made Evelyn uncomfortable anyway.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help heaving a long sigh. She always felt that this dilapidated newspaper office would not be able to work for a few years, so what should she change to.

The paper media has also failed these years, and the website of the tabloid is a mess, so they can only use third-party platforms to post YouTube and Twitter.

To her relief, it may be because they don't have much contact with her in normal times, and they didn't see any difference between her and her usual time. She squats with photographers everywhere in different high-end restaurants, airports, and bars, hoping to be able to Dig up some celebrity black material.

In fact, she really wanted to see Bruce Wayne. According to her guess, he should be Batman.It's just that at their level, they are still a hundred Gotham away from being able to interview Bruce Wayne.

Because she was afraid of the cold, she rummaged through boxes and boxes to find a pair of brown snow boots with padded jeans underneath, a sweater and a padded jacket on top.

Although not so delicate, but at least warm.

As she thought about it, she groped her way to the newspaper office while drinking milk to warm herself—she didn't know the way very well, and she was always afraid of going the wrong way and arriving late, and the pitiful salary that was originally poor was even more pitiful.

But maybe it was unlucky today. When she passed by the bank, two burly men in black hoods walked in front of her. Seeing her at the door of the bank, she thought she had just come out of the bank, and took out a gun and pointed at it. "Go back," she yelled.

Her legs gave way and she almost knelt down, but she was dragged into the bank by one of the men.

Ten minutes later, she was officially part of the group crouching against the wall as hostages.

She wanted to cry without tears, she was so unlucky, it was fine to travel to another high-risk city, it was fine to travel to a high-risk city, and she was hijacked in the first week.

The robbers were the same as in the movie. They fired three shots from above and asked the teller to give him all the money in a bag. One person looked at them as hostages, and the other stared at the teller. He packs money, like sifting chaff.

Evelyn can only curl up in the corner like an ostrich, hoping that Batman can come to save them.

However, Batman didn't wait, a motorcycle rushed in from the door, the glass of the bank was smashed, but it directly hit and killed the robber who was pointing at the teller.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and the robber guarding them was so frightened that he grabbed a hostage casually, pointed at her head, and said in a panic, "Come out! If you don't come out, I will kill her."

Unfortunately, that hostage happened to be her too.

Evelyn basically relied on the strength of the robbers to support her body. This was the first time, no, the second time—the first time was at the bank gate just now—that she was pointed at the head with a gun.

She almost cried.

I saw a man wearing a red hood, black jacket and black trousers coming in through the door with his hands raised, throwing a gun to the ground as he walked in, "I threw the gun away, don't take it lightly..." He looked at them , before he finished speaking, he suddenly got stuck there.

The whole person just stood there in a daze.

Just now, I thought that I could be rescued if I met a superhero, so Evelyn, who had a little hope, looked at the man in front of him who should be a superhero. .

"Hey! What are you thinking? Kick the gun over," said the robber, wrapping his arm around her neck.

The superhero reacted and kicked his gun away.Evelyn clearly saw him pull out something from behind the moment the robber looked at the gun, and waved it in her direction, a gust of wind blew her cheek.

A dart stuck in his head.

Evelyn froze for a moment, and was carried backward by the robber's body that seemed to weigh 200 kilograms.

But after she didn't realize what was going on, the superhero suddenly appeared in front of her and grabbed her, skillfully pulling her out of the robber's arms.

"Thank you..." Before Evelyn finished speaking, she heard the superhero and the sound of the police car outside, and said "Go".