[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

"This is not a place for small talk," Oliver said, "Let's talk in a quiet place."

Oliver watched as Clark's hands folded on his knees. The tip of Clark's right hand naturally touched the edge of the watch on his left hand. He couldn't be more clear. If Clark just touched the watch lightly, someone must immediately went online.

Clark turned sideways, and the news gathered by the two of them did not surprise him. It has been almost eleven or twelve years since he last went to the Hyena Bar. The bar that used to sell alcohol as a gimmick is now hidden in the dark People are always greedy at the transfer station of human trafficking.

Kate was a little curious, and she asked a gossip: "Quinn, it sounds like you know Clark's boyfriend well?"

Oliver glanced at Clark, and he said helplessly: "It's familiar, but it's mainly because of the intersection at work." Oliver looked at Felicity with a smile on his mouth, and couldn't help complaining: "Clark's temper Well, Bruce is a bit of a stretch."

Tell the truth.

"It's not that being friends with Bruce isn't fun," said Oliver, who couldn't say something in front of Kate, but he made the key point: "Both of these two put their hands up in front of everyone. It’s too bad to have a close and tacit relationship.”

Kate laughed out loud and gave a thumbs up. Kate asked, "Shall we go to the hotel?"

Clark listened to Bruce's instructions in the Batcave, and he said, "Let's go to Bruce's apartment."

Oliver patted Felicity on the shoulder, and said, "I know the location, don't wait for me, you just take this car, and I'll drive over by myself." Oliver watched Clark tap on the phone, and Clark put Oliver's car His license plate was logged into the security system at Bruce's apartment.

The car drove out of the bar street. Felicity sat behind the car. It was obvious that Green Arrow's female assistant was a bit of a Superman fan. The relaxed Felicity pressed her stomach, and Clark originally Turning sideways and seeing Felicity's movements, he said to Kate: "I'm a little hungry, Kate," he asked Felicity, "Have you eaten tonight, there are no ingredients in the apartment, you If I'm hungry too, can I order takeaway?"

Felicity's eyes lit up and she said, "Thank you."

Three or 10 minutes later, the four of them were sitting in the lounge of Bruce's apartment. Oliver was holding a cardboard box in his hand, which contained broccoli spaghetti. Oliver was gnashing his teeth - a special low-fat and low-calorie set meal made by the Italian restaurant. , It is more expensive than ordinary meals.

Felicity leaned over to glance at the food in Oliver's cardboard box, and glanced sympathetically at her half-boss—Barry has said that puff pastry is white skin and black hearted, and you are still in front of him. Tucao him.

Oliver watched as Kate ate and drank and began to flip through the documents. He glanced at Clark who had eaten three slices of pizza, and there was still a third of the pizza box left. Grab the next pizza.

Clark pushed the pizza box towards Oliver's hand, stood up and took out a can of Coke from the refrigerator and handed it to Oliver's armrest, showing a modest and gentle smile at the right time.Felicity watched helplessly as the veins on half of her boss's forehead twitched.

Felicity endured and endured, and burst out laughing.

Kate looked away from the paper in her hand and blinked in bewilderment.Oliver looked at Felicity, showing a helpless and indulgent smile. He patted Felicity's hand, and Felicity fell on Oliver's shoulder with a smile.

"Isabel Miller, 26 years old," Oliver's mobile phone showed a registration photo, he said: "Miller is my informant, a senior call girl, who disappeared on July [-]th last year. "Oliver slid his hand, and a tattoo of a hyena with a hyena on the back of his head was displayed on the screen. He said: "In the case I investigated recently, someone said that they bought her for four or five years in the hyena manor in Gotham. Second-rate."

"Agent Quinn," Oliver didn't respond to Kate's unusual address to him, and Kate caught the point of Oliver's words, and she asked, "How can you be sure that she lost contact on July [-]th? Kate's attention was on Oliver, and Clark's phone vibrated, and Oliver caught a glimpse of Clark's quick browsing of information.

Oliver took back his phone calmly, and he knew that, with the temperament of that big bat, how could it be possible to know nothing about Hyena Manor?

Kate cleared her throat, he glanced at the file in Kate's hand, picked up the folder on the coffee table, opened it and spread it in front of the two of them.

"This is the case that happened on January 25 last year," Kate pulled out the photo of the first victim's skull recovery and put it aside, "The victim is a female, aged 30 to [-] years old. The cause of death in this case is He died of craniocerebral injury combined with strangulation. He was found in a shallow corpse pit in the woods in the northern suburbs, and the time of death was ten to fifteen days before the incident."

Kate then opened the folder of the latest case, and put the second photo of the skull recovery next to the first photo, he said: "The second victim, on January [-] this year, the day before yesterday, died in Gotham Metropolis The bay was picked up by fishermen, the cause of death was the same, and the time of death was six to ten days before the incident."

Kate opened the third folder, and then said: "This is a victim of Gotham. The body was found in an abandoned chemical plant on November [-] last year." Kate clicked on the third restoration picture and said: "Fortunately, the body of this victim was not highly decomposed when it was found, and the tattoo on the wrist of the corpse was clearly visible."

Felicity sat up straight, and Oliver stared at the two reconstructed skull photos and a reconstructed face on the table. The similar features of the three deceased were obvious - long blond hair, high cheekbones, high nose bridge and pointed jaw.Oliver took out his mobile phone, he called up the photos in the mobile phone and put them on the table.

Oliver replied: "According to my research, if you want to participate in the reception at Hyena Manor, you must first buy an admission ticket worth two thousand dollars." Oliver very naturally put the copper-plated pick in his coat pocket on the table , said: "The pimp who sells the ticket will make a preliminary assessment of the person who sells the ticket, just to see if the customer has the spending power."

Kate glanced at the watch on Oliver's wrist, and Oliver shrugged.

Kate turned her head to look at Clark again. The middle-class female detective looked at her work partner. She looked around and did not see that Clark was wearing accessories that showed wealth. Clark, who was looking at the information on the phone, raised his head, distracted. Listening to the conversation of several people, he raised his head and said: "Don't look, I won't dress up as a big fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered when I work," Clark said: "The nearby intelligence chief resold the admission ticket for someone I found for me." .”

"Like Clark, they belong to people with connections and power," Oliver explained: "After pimps evaluate their customers, they will give feedback to Hyena Manor. Their guests are divided into three types. The first is to see It's lively, the second is to go to this kind of first party to find an affair, after the party is over, they will leave the manor with their female companions..."

Oliver slapped his hands and made a "snap" sound.

Felicity glared at her unprincipled boss, and there was no one present who didn't understand the meaning of this gesture.

Oliver sighed, with a bit of resentment in his eyes, he said: "As for the third type, they will set up carefully fucked slaves in the winery, fuck," Oliver cursed, and said: "These people either They were abducted from abroad, or they were smugglers who came to the United States to seek life, or refugees who entered the United States, and these people were carefully crafted into gifts for the lost souls according to the requirements of the guests."

Clark raised his head and asked, "This is what your informant told you?"

"Yes." Oliver replied.

"Then why..." Kate was about to ask, but Oliver cut him off.

"You want to ask me why I'm investigating this now, right?" Oliver rubbed his temples and said, "Because on July [-]th last year, Miller sent me a text message, roughly meaning that she met a The person I like quit my job as a hyena commissioner, and I plan to change my face in the future and start a new life, so I won’t contact me in the future.”

"I transferred the last sum of money to her," Oliver said: "After checking the surveillance, she took it personally, so I didn't contact her again until Isabel's sister Ollie came to her before Christmas last December." sister."

"Olly arrived in Starling City before Christmas, broke into her sister's apartment, and after some searching, found the note Isabel put in the safe," Oliver explained: "The note is Isabel's message, if she comes out If something happened, I asked Ollie to call the phone number on the note, and I found out that since July, Isabel has never contacted her own sister."

Oliver said: "And I asked one of Isabel's guests in a 'friendly' way," Felicity pouted as she recalled her swollen eyes for the guest, and Oliver said, "The man said that on the third day of July last year I never saw Isabel Miller again."

Oliver glanced at Clark first, then turned to Kate and asked, "What are you going to do?"

Kate thought for a moment, and then replied: "I think we need to get the list of guests who attended the reception from January last year to now." Kate said bluntly: "I guess, you entered the Hyena Manor to get this list. list."

Oliver didn't mean to deny it, he nodded, and he asked, "What about you, what's the use of getting the list?"

At this moment, Clark moved his hand on his knee, and he naturally glanced in the direction of the underground parking lot—it seemed that he just lowered his head, and Oliver saw Clark's movement.

"If I can get the list of Hyena Manor," Kate said, "I can build a criminal profile. After I find the evidence, I will hand over the list to the bureau and catch all these people."

"It's just," Kate exhaled, and she asked, "Easy to say, how are we going to get that list?" Kate thought of what she knew about Clark's relationship with Superman and Batman, her eyes glowed. To Clark.

Felicity poked Oliver with her elbow, reminding him not to expose Superman's identity, but Oliver said in a very natural tone: "Clark, you funded Superman," Felicity looked at Kate's expression, Heaving a sigh of relief, Oliver raised his eyebrows and said, "The day after tomorrow is the first reception of the Hyena Manor this month. Is there anyone in your network who can cooperate with me and get this list?"

There was a beep from the apartment elevator, and the four of them looked at the door. Bruce walked in. Oliver watched the pair of steel-blue eyes sweep over him seemingly unintentionally. The former Playboy of Gotham stared at the two The lady showed a gentle smile, and he asked softly, "Are you done talking?"

The soft and slow tone has a kind of deep tenderness. Clark stood up, walked over and grabbed Bruce's hand, and Bruce said, "I'm here to pick up my boyfriend and go home."

Oliver's face was stiff with laughter—the two were still talking about their love for him.

"Agent Quinn," Bruce said with emphasis, "Tomorrow, the person you want will contact you."

Clark looked at Felicity, who was holding her face, and said to the three, "I'm home, good night."

After all, the two turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

Clark and Bruce walked into the elevator side by side, and he heard Kate say in the apartment room: "It seems that Agent Quinn is planning to cooperate with Batman to get this list, so please."

Oliver turned his head and saw Felicity holding her face. Felicity leaned on Oliver's shoulder and sighed softly: "Mr. Wayne, you are so handsome." In a sentence, "It's a good match for Clark."

"Damn it," Oliver grumbled, "I'm your boyfriend!"

Bruce pressed the door close button of the elevator, and saw Clark's smile when he heard something. Bruce raised his folded hands and pressed them against Clark's chest. He pushed the man against the elevator wall, and Clark relaxed his muscles and leaned against him. On the wall, he asked knowingly, "What's the matter?"

"Are you going to take your partner to a..." Bruce said in a low voice, "Go to a place where you were at a loss, and you didn't plan to tell me?" Bruce's tone was exaggerated and annoyed.

"Why didn't I tell you," Clark said slowly, with his head resting on the man's shoulder, "It seems that you have finally grasped the normal reaction between lovers, I plan to tell you when you come home late , when you are exhausted, squeeze the last bit of your energy."

"How?" Clark licked his lips: "Is it a good idea?"

"Great," Bruce replied.