[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Hyena Manor is an old manor with some history. When building an old building like this, lead will be mixed in the building materials. Because of this, Clark can't see clearly the scene in the building, but his super hearing is not at all. Unobstructed reception of the sound from every corner of the building, through these sounds, can roughly distinguish the location of the monitoring room, the display stage and the guests.

In the room, the image of the reception venue is projected on the monitor. The display is huge and clear. Sitting on the sofa and watching the live broadcast image is like facing the auction house of the reception.The camera is aimed at an extravagantly decorated stage covered with a bright red carpet. Women in outer gowns walk onto the stage one by one. Each of them has a digital sign on their body, corresponding to the serial number of the wine sold.

Clark and Oliver teased each other a few words. The people in the monitoring room heard the unnutritious conversation in this room, so they switched to the next room. Clark heard their voices transferred from the monitoring room and disappeared. oliver.

Oliver understood Clark's hint, he pretended to glance at the bug in the room, and said, "The bug is off."

Felicity took her phone out of her bag, and she started working, typing lines of code into the program. Clark glanced at Felicity, who was trying to hack into the servers of Hyena Manor through the wireless network-although the hope was slim, but try It's okay to try.

Clark picked up from the coffee table the atlas of wines for the reception that the waiter had put down, and Oliver looked over. The atlases for the reception were still very delicate, with a wide variety of wines.On the front page of the atlas, the number 1 is the 1961 Cabernet Church Garden dry red wine-the price is 1.3 US dollars, and the number 48 on the last page is the 1996 Romanee-Conti red wine-the price is 2.25 US dollars .

From the beginning to the end, they are all collections of red wines that can be auctioned at auction houses.

Oliver snorted, and he said: "Most of the wines on these two pages are gimmicks for a fake show. I have the impression of Gaboreau Church Garden dry red wine. In April last year, 4 bottles were sold at Sotheby's Hong Kong Auction House." The price is almost 12 US dollars, and his 16 per bottle is almost the auction price, making money and being lonely?"

Kate was distracted listening to what Oliver said, and laughed, but felt something was wrong in her heart, could an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. casually say the price of a wine worth 10,000+—Kate was a little puzzled, but she didn't let go. on heart.

Clark then flipped through the atlas in his hand, and sure enough, as Oliver said, after these two pages, the prices of the wines on the atlas dropped. These wines are also high-end red wines, but they are no longer able to be auctioned by large auction houses. The grade of the platform, and on the edge of the price, there is also an additional price for home delivery.

Clark looked at the delivery fee marked as $2 on the third page, and sneered—this price is really a high-end call girl.

The screen in front of me was broadcasting the display of wine products, and it had switched to the wine product "No. 1". A woman with blond hair and black eyes in a white dress was holding a bottle of red wine carefully with both hands. The camera zoomed in, I gave a close-up of the wine label. At first glance, it looks like Gaboreau Church Garden dry red wine, but it is probably a red wine bottle filled with other red wine.

It is estimated that some children will buy it.

At this time, Felicity raised her head and let out a long breath. Oliver turned his head and looked over. Felicity shook his head, and Oliver raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows. "Fine," Oliver said, "plan B."

Kate took out her mobile phone and pointed it at the screen. She wanted to take pictures of every senior call girl who participated in the reception. Criminal psychology analyzes not only the modus operandi of the murderer of the serial murder case, but also the characteristics and characteristics of the victims targeted by the murderer. The cause is traced back.

The female detective just took a picture of the senior call girl No. 5. She heard Oliver's words and looked at the two who were standing up with Clark. She whispered: "Be careful."

Oliver nodded towards Kate, smiled at Felicity who was looking at him with concern, Clark followed behind him, Oliver held the doorknob with his right hand, Clark nodded, Oliver gestured to Clark with his left hand "three, two ,one".

Clark turned the doorknob, and the moment the door opened, he frowned tightly, covered his lower abdomen with his hands, staggered his legs, and yelled "Ouch", and the servant boy guarding the corridor listened. Upon hearing the movement, he immediately came over, and asked respectfully and vigilantly, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Oliver stretched out his hand to hold him, and asked with concern: "What did you eat, your stomach is so uncomfortable?"

Clark grabbed Oliver's arm with one hand, and leaned against the wall with the other. "How do I know?" Clark complained quite well, "Hey, my stomach hurts. Where is the bathroom?"

The servant boy pointed to the end of the corridor, and he said, "Please follow me."

Oliver looked concerned, carefully held Clark by the arm, and said with concern: "Clark, it's rare for me to come to Gotham. Hey, you come with me to join in the fun, why are you so unlucky?"

"How do I know," Clark cursed, and he said, "Gotham's restaurants are really conscientious, and they only ate a crab, and now I..."

Clark's waist was bent even deeper, his hands were pressed tightly, and he looked extremely embarrassed. The waiter who accompanied the two had no doubts at all, because everyone in Gotham understands the conscience of the owner of a small restaurant in Gotham—some people like that. It's a black heart eaten by a dog.

Oliver helped Clark into the bathroom. Oliver stood in the corridor, and the boy asked respectfully, "Sir, I'll wait for you outside." Oliver watched Clark close the door behind his back, and he nodded to the boy. Asked: "Sir, do you want to go back?"

Oliver restrained the concern and worry on his face, and said mockingly: "Of course, why don't you smell the stench here?" Without hesitation, Oliver turned and left. The servant boy looked at Oliver's back, and the servant boy still had a look With a respectful look, a big drama filled his mind.

As a servant boy in this manor, he has seen too many guests who smile but don't smile, and pretend to be hypocritical. How can there be any sincere friendship among these rich people? Aren't they all colluding because of interests?

The waiter watched Oliver walk back to the private room, and closed the door of the private room behind his back. The waiter was guarding the corridor, providing services to the guests in need, and more importantly, monitoring the guests who walked out of the private room so that they would not do unnecessary things.

Clark walked into the bathroom, and he locked the bolt with his backhand. The bathroom was less than five square meters, with a sink and a smart toilet. Clark looked up at the ceiling. As they deduced, there was a small ventilation hole in the ceiling.

Now the beautifully decorated manor is redecorated on the original building. With the design style of the old building, in order to realize the ventilation and air conditioning heating or cooling in the building, it is necessary to build a complete central air conditioning system. This is their The only way to map out a closed estate.

And no matter how closely the guards monitor them, they will not install bugs and surveillance cameras in places like the bathroom.

Clark floated up, he carefully moved the grille of the air vent, then took out a delicate and compact instrument from his pocket, put it into the air duct, and then Clark carefully installed the grille in his hand back, he fall to the ground.

Clark dawdled in the bathroom for a while, pulled out a paper towel with his wet hands, and then walked out.

The waiter waiting outside the door greeted him and asked, "How are you?" Clark nodded, straightened his sleeves, and went to the private room. The waiter pushed the door open for Clark, and Clark walked in.

After that, it's all Batman's job.

Clark sat back on the sofa, and Kate had already put away the phone. Clark asked, "Did you finish taking the photo?" Kate nodded, and Clark relaxed, leaning on the back of the sofa, and said, "Okay, then we will wait let's go."

Kate moved closer and asked curiously, "What did you put in the bathroom?"

"A gadget made by Wayne Enterprises, an ultrasonic pulse scanner," Clark said. connected to the satellite and be able to send the acquired information to Batman in real time."

About 10 minutes later, Clark clutched his stomach and walked out of the box. He went straight into the bathroom and recovered the small ultrasonic pulse scanner designed by Batman.

This time when Clark walked into the private room, he heard the "whoosh" sound of the grappling gun being fired.

The night shrouded the manor, Batman was lurking beside the manor railing, and then the shadow of the tree disappeared. He watched the patrolling guards in the European-style garden turn around the corner of the mansion, and quietly climbed up the manor railing, flexibly Climb over the sharp spikes of the railing.

This manor seems to be well-guarded, but it mainly relies on human defense rather than technical defense. Batman's investigation clearly shows that Hyena Manor is doing sex work under the guise of a reception, but some criminals who smuggle people like to be in this security guard. A close place to discuss business.

Batman walked to the back of the manor mansion without hindrance along the route he had spotted. He calculated the time it would take for the guards to patrol for a week. This wall of the mansion is connected to the back garden of the manor. The tall bushes and greenery are excellent for hiding. Batman hides between the bushes and the wall. The guard who walked for a week just walked to the path outside the bushes.

Batman waited patiently for the patrolling guards to pass through the dimly lit path. When they disappeared around the corner, he raised his arm and shot the grapple gun at the wall of the mansion near the roof. The grapple gun was firmly attached to the wooden In the gap between the roof and the brick wall, the rope of the grappling gun retracted, and Batman flew up, and when he was close to the roof, he pulled his arms hard and flipped over the roof.

The monitoring room is on the southwest corner of the second floor of the mansion, and the room next to the monitoring room is the hub of the internal network of the manor. Batman lowered his body and ran to the top floor of the monitoring room. The downstairs of the monitoring room was brightly lit. Batman Sighing, he lurked on the roof.

……

It was close to four o'clock in the morning, and Clark, who was waiting in front of the bat computer in the Batcave, heard the sound of the Batmobile approaching from the road outside the waterfall. He stood up and waited by the parking space of the Batcave, and the Batmobile drove into the parking space , the disc turned the car head outward, Batman got out of the car, took off his mask, and threw it to Clark with a wave of his hand.

Clark said softly, "Thank you."

Batman didn't answer. Although he was lying on the roof, it was not a comfortable place. His nerves were tense and the weather was cold. Batman took off his armor while walking, and Clark followed suit. Batman walked all the way. Walking to the bat computer, I saw Clark's cell phone beside the computer was on——

A photo was displayed on the screen, the little girl was holding the tall and thin kid's arm, Mazanina's fat face was on Dick's arm, two cubs, one big and one small, were huddled on the sofa, intimate Yes, there is a pinch of white dog hair exposed in the lower right corner of the photo - it looks like a dog's ear.

Clark restrained his battle clothes for others, and looked at Bruce holding the phone, looking at the photos of his brother and sister plus the dog that appeared in a small way, and the corners of his lips curled up.

Bruce looked at Clark, and Clark replied without asking, "Tomorrow Saturday, Kate plans to go to the BAU headquarters with the list and ask her former colleagues to complete the criminal psychology profile. Oliver and Felicity have already left. Arrow asked me to upload the list of attendees through encrypted channels."

Chattering, Clark explained the matter clearly, seeing Bruce's slumped face, he knew he was tired.

Clark walked up to Bruce, spoke faster, and continued: "Tomorrow weekend, I plan to stay at home with the children, and Little Dick has relaxed a little bit."

Clark sighed, and said emphatically: "We have to accompany him to deal with his parents' funeral." Clark scratched his head, and said with a bit of distress: "This girl is really different from a boy, I see, Nina Much like me, Dick is a boy with a much more delicate mind than Nina."

Bruce took Clark's implication that Dick was more like me—was that what he meant?

But he nodded.

Bruce's steel-blue eyes blinked, his eyeballs moved, and Clark read his eyes—is there anything else to say?

Clark and Bruce stood facing each other, and he hooked Batman's hand and said, "Good night," Clark added, watching his boyfriend's expressive face relax, "I love you."

Bruce kissed Clark's lips lightly, and finally said, "Me too." He let go of Clark's hand, turned and left.

He was so sleepy that if it wasn't for Clark, he wouldn't even want to say a word.