[Comprehensive British and American] The son of the villain does not want to inherit the family busi

The horn of the communicator was almost attached to Ke Wen's ear, and the built-in static electricity sucked up a few locks of his hair, and rubbed against each other to make a small sound-this was almost the only sound in the hall.

"Look, I've said it a long time ago, it's impossible to get in touch."

The young man still maintains a listening posture, but he has given up hope of hearing anything.The communicator has been in communication for a long time, but no one answered.For a moment, he even felt that the clown was just playing tricks.

This is in line with the other party's personality, isn't it?Let others think that they have been endowed with hope, but in the end they can only face despair and go crazy.

Ke Wen gave a "tsk" in his heart, and was about to put down his raised hand when he heard an unexpected voice.The voice was deep and chilling, and it was even more impactful when it was sandwiched between the horn and Ke Wen's ears.

—It's actually Batman.

However, the words that the other party uttered immediately caused an uproar among most people present, who questioned whether they had heard it wrong: How could Batman call out the name of the clown to the young man with the communicator? !

As one of the few people who didn't question himself, Ke Wen's expression was a bit complicated.When the other party spoke, the horn was very close to his ear, and there was no possibility of mishearing at all-Batman really regarded him as a clown.

It's really hard to believe, after all, you can pull anyone on the road and you can see the difference between him and the clown.This difference is not only in the tone and timbre, but also in the... Well, anyway, Kervin has begun to question the professionalism of Batman, one of the top detectives in the world, and that's it? !

He felt that Batman should really practice his hearing. He obviously has such long and pointed ears, how can he not make good use of them? !

For the good of the other party, Ke Erwen felt that he should inform the other party of the above thoughts and urge the other party to correct it as soon as possible, but he was ruthlessly interrupted when he started the conversation——

"Quiet."

Colvin: "..."

He should have known that Batman was a knight and not a gentleman, and that he didn't have the virtue of accepting advice from others.This time, he should be thankful that the other party couldn't throw another smoke bow through the communicator?

Curling his lips, the young man felt that it would be better to chat with someone else today.In the end, he handed the communicator in the direction of the clown with a face full of disgust, "It's connected, I'm looking for you, how about you talk?"

Of course the clown would not pick it up. He pretended to glance at the watch hanging on the wall, and then hinted in an even more pretended voice, "Honey, have you forgotten? This is far from over."

While the two were talking, the pointer was still moving.The clown counted with his fingers, and there was only half a minute left before the time he had predicted for the release of laughing gas.His heart, which needs stimulation to feed, beats fast at the thought.

In order to ensure the interactivity of this game, he carefully arranged two venues, one is the abandoned warehouse where Batman is, and the other is here.

These two places seem to be far apart, but they are actually perfectly connected by two small communicators—as long as Kervin speaks a word into the communicator, Batman's explosive bow will be displayed in the password bar. A number will be filled in automatically.After the number is filled, the woman with the bomb will explode into a beautiful firework.

This is a great gift from him as an old father to Ke Wen and Batman, the object of his affair. No matter how you say it, Ke Wen has to unpack it himself!As for the reason... it's because he wanted to test the tacit understanding between the two!

If Colvin knew what the clown was thinking at the moment, he would definitely tell the other party seriously and seriously: all this is for nothing, because he really has nothing to do with Batman, and the tacit understanding between the two is negative. .Then, send this neurotic old father, who is only thinking about setting off fireworks, into a place where he can't get out for ten or eight years and face the wall.

But now, he has to deal with the mess that has been completely spread out.

If the other people present were still doubting their ears when they heard the first sentence of Batman, then the time from the second sentence to the present is enough time for them to react——

"Give back the communicator to the clown, are you serious?!"

"Batman's communication has been connected, what we should do now is to tell him our situation, so that we can be rescued faster!"

Those who were a little calmer were urging and persuading, while those who were cornered were swearing, and some people were even more extreme.

The first to strike was a young man with freckles on his face. Taking advantage of his distance, he reached out to Colvin, aiming at the communicator in the opponent's hand.

This thing is to these people like the driftwood that the drowning man craves, and they always instinctively want to grab it.I don't know if the clown has seen through this a long time ago and hinted it many times before.

Ke Wen stood where he was, without even making a defensive posture.He just moved the position of the communicator a little bit when the freckled youth was about to succeed, so that the opponent missed the target.

The young man with freckles naturally felt unwilling, and tried again and again, but every time he was a little bit worse.

After repeating the same mistakes several times, he finally took out his knife unbearably, "What do you mean, you are neither willing to ask for help nor give up the communicator! Could it be that you are not here for an audition, but because you are The clown's accomplice?!"

When it came to the end, the freckled youth had already faintly turned black and white.Ke Wen's face sank immediately, but there was still more unspoken grievance in his heart.

If the other party had asked politely from the beginning, he might not have given up the communicator to the other party—after all, it is useless to keep this thing for himself, and the Batman living in the communicator is another person who calls him "Joker" topic terminator.

But now the other party not only chose to rob, but also maliciously misinterpreted his sincerity for the audition!Would a malicious saboteur talk to a pillow every day? !Will he be directly trained by his old father because he memorized the script to compress the training time? !If you have the ability to go directly to the script and compare the time spent watching it!

Seeing that the young man with freckles was going to continue to say something, Ke Erwen stood on tiptoe and lifted the communicator above his head, and then found an excuse for himself that could not only stand on his feet, but also hit the opponent's arrogance——

"But Batman just said 'quiet'!"

The young man's voice was so loud that it echoed in the hall several times, and the grievances inside were almost overflowing.

In an instant, the whole place was silent.

The freckled youth just froze in place, hesitating to organize his words to prove that his behavior just now was not because he didn't want to follow Batman's arrangement.

Others looked at Ke Wen hesitating to speak, and all the previous urging and even slandering words were restrained.Unknowingly, they thought of the Bo Amway sold by the clown at first, and felt that it made sense from the bottom of their hearts.

——Even those of them who kept saying they were waiting for Batman to save them couldn’t recall what Batman had said in the communicator before the clown was about to release his laughter, and analyze the other party’s consideration .Not to mention carrying the other party's decision through to the end at the risk of being misunderstood.

Even the clown couldn't help taking out the handkerchief and wiping his face, his shoulders were trembling even more.Laughter rolled in his throat, and finally leaked out, louder than louder.

The words that Kervin just yelled exceeded in every sense the limit he had set for the communicator.In this way, his plan has been perfectly fulfilled, and Xiao Keke can also open the door to receive gifts~

"Amazing, really awesome, definitely the happiest game I've ever played!"

The clown sighed intoxicatedly, imagining the situation in the small warehouse not far away while turning on the Laughter.Qi switch.Faintly, he could even hear the sound of explosions and the noise of the warehouse collapsing.

"boom"

The sound of steel and tile colliding was very harsh, as if the guardrail of the ventilation duct had fallen.But... why this voice is completely different from the ones he imagined, even clearer.

The clown reopened his squinted eyes, and put on the triangular goggles.Amidst the pervasive laughter, the whiteness was so dazzling.

Batman leaped into the hall from the opened ventilation duct, the jagged cloak briefly unfolded behind him, and then quickly wrapped around the maple-sugar-haired youth directly below him.

The other party's cloak was very large, but it was a little difficult to wrap two people around, and Ke Wen had to stick to the other party tightly.

Batman had obviously just experienced strenuous exercise, his body was very hot, and he still smelled of gunpowder smoke from somewhere.But... at least it smells better than the clown's laughing gas.

Ke Wen turned his face sideways, trying to adjust the angle of the cloak that was close to his nose, but the material of the black cloth was so special that it slipped unexpectedly.

The young man's face tilted uncontrollably, and then a large piece of cloth flew past his eyes. When he regained his balance, the tip of his nose was already stuck between two stone objects—it was Batman's. pecs.

Ke Wen shrunk his neck a little guilty, looked around subconsciously, and then realized that he was completely covered by the cloak of the man beside him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed all over, like a bad student who was almost caught by the teacher playing with his mobile phone in class, and found out that he was a bad student who lazily went back after a false alarm.

He let the tip of his nose fall back to the previous position, and more than once rejoiced for the current situation: fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise he would be accused to Lex Luthor, and he might have to train again because of insufficient training!