[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

Bruce immediately squatted down to check. The other person's face was flushed, his lips were purple from suffocation, his eyes had begun to blur, and his soft blond hair was wet with the sweat of her struggle. It was obvious that her illness had already begun in her sleep.

Bruce picked her up without saying a word, turned around and put her on the messy big bed, and then he searched for the girl's things in the bedroom.

In addition to the clothes thrown randomly on the carpet, he remembered that there should be a handbag, and soon, Bruce saw it in the corner of the sofa.

There was a phone by the bed, Bruce picked it up, and when he hurried to get the bag, he had already called the emergency number.

But when he opened the girl's packet, he quickly found that there was no asthma or allergy medicine in it as he imagined, and to be honest, he felt that the girl had always been healthy and active at the party, unlike others. What a difference.

At this time, the operator's voice came from the ear: "Hi 911, how can I help?"

Bruce put down the lady's handbag and said, "Here is..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he suddenly paused. He saw something out of the corner of his eye, and could not help but turn his gaze to the door.

Bruce's hand holding the phone suddenly tightened, and he quickly walked out of the door. On the ground in the corridor, there was also a person upside down.

Immediately, he raised his eyes and looked around, with a gloomy expression on his face. At the same time, he squatted down and touched the ground with one knee. While observing whether there were any wounds on Wesley's body, he stretched out his hand and pressed Wesley's neck on the fainted one.With a steady heartbeat and normal breathing, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sir, sir?" There was another questioning voice on the phone.

Bruce stood up slowly, and said into the microphone: "This is Wayne Manor, I need first aid, thank you."

"Wei, Wayne Manor? Please explain in detail and tell me what happened..."

Bruce dropped his arms and hung up the phone, because a strong intuition told him that someone was watching him behind him.

He glanced at Wesley, who was unconscious, and turned around on the spot to ensure that the innocent people could be protected immediately.

A tall, thin figure got up at some point and stood in the shadow beside the big bed in the bedroom.

Bruce looked at the shallow folds of the bed, no one was lying on it anymore.

He couldn't help frowning, and the relaxed expression on his face that was usually easy to handle disappeared completely at this moment. He looked at the barefooted figure standing on the ground with a deadpan, even a hint of coldness.

The air seemed to freeze, and after a while, the girl came out from the shadows, and she lowered her head until she was completely exposed to Bruce's sight.

She is still as pale as before. This is a graceful girl. Bruce remembers that she said that she skipped ballet before becoming a professional model. Although someone said that in front of him more than once, Bruce still admitted that she His body was indeed in good shape, with slender bones and slender limbs.

At this time, she was no longer naked, the sheet was torn off by her and wrapped around her body, and a large area of ​​black silk covered the body that Bruce had only been familiar with not long ago.

It's just that she seemed to be acting in a hurry, and the end of the sheet was still on the bed, which caused her to take a few steps and had to expose her legs outside.

Bruce asked calmly, "Are you feeling better?" He followed his instinct and stood still.

The girl didn't respond, her long, vertically thick blond hair covering her shoulders, making her look extraordinarily non-aggressive.

Bruce's patience finally paid off, and the girl slowly raised her head.

When her exquisite face was shown in front of Bruce again, the countless guesses he had made before became useless blanks.

There is no weak and dependent look like the one I saw before, nor is there the cold businesslike Bruce imagined.Under her fair and slender neck was a silky black sheet. She didn't seem to feel that she was in a predicament at all, and her exquisite and deep facial features revealed a rare calmness and calmness.

Bruce felt his heart churning.

As she stared at Bruce, her green pupils were now covered with a molten gold-like luster, like a feline in the dark, and her pupils emitted an inorganic metallic light.

Bruce seemed to no longer know the woman in front of him, but on the other hand, he was extremely familiar with her, including her inner being at this moment.

The girl's clear voice became hoarse after the severe coughing and suffocation just now. She looked at Bruce, as if calling an old friend, and sighed helplessly. She said:

"Bruce..."

Bruce froze and fell into silence, perhaps because the girl standing in front of him had no strength to fight back, and was even a little pitiful, or maybe because he was not wearing the bat suit at this time, so his voice was much calmer.

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked in a low voice, "I remember I said..."

"Gotham doesn't welcome me," Wesley replied calmly, "I know. But as I said, this is beyond my control."

——It’s really not something he can control, okay? !

At the beginning of the mission, the system said it would count down to three seconds, but just after it counted to 1, Wesley hadn’t had time to get into a good position, and he was almost out of breath. God knows that Wesley barely kept the girl alive, and when he looked up, he saw his own The feeling of suffocation really comes from the inside out when the body is lying on the ground and Bruce is checking it out in the hallway.

Bruce no longer pretended, Wesley was really a little afraid of him, and this task came at an inappropriate time, which broke the previous good atmosphere of confession.

What's more, it's chilly on his body now. Although the sheet doesn't see through much light, the silk's insulation effect is terribly poor. What's more, it keeps sliding down. My own naked body now.

Wesley had no choice but to complete the task first: "This girl...is from S.H.I.E.L.D., I think her method of testing you is a bit too aggressive." And she seriously misjudged her physical strength, and she hasn't started her acting skills yet. , and passed out.

This is also because Bruce Wayne's disguise is always false and perfect, and whenever people feel that he has a flaw, this handle will disappear again. It is estimated that people from S.H.I.E.L.D. have already guessed baldness.

Following Wesley's gaze, Bruce finally saw a small medicine bottle on the ground near the bed. Because of the angle, he didn't notice it when he entered the door.

Bruce picked up the medicine bottle, took a look, shook his head, and called again: "Dick, get the antidote."

Wesley waited for him to hang up the phone: "This will expose you."

Bruce sneered contemptuously, "Don't they just want this?"

"Not for now," Wesley said, "Her companion is outside. If you fail to save her, the companion will come with the ambulance——I will wait until then."

"Then what happened to him?" Bruce turned sideways, motioning for Wesley to explain why the people in the hallway passed out.

Looking at his body, Wesley burst into tears, thinking it was time, he opened his mouth, ready to confess again, but as he himself said, the ambulance arrived unusually fast, and the silence in the room As soon as it started to spread, Bruce had already heard the sound of an ambulance, and the Wayne Manor in the middle of the night began to be noisy.

"Put your clothes on."

Wesley suddenly heard Bruce say this, and then the other party walked out quickly, pulled the unconscious young man up from the ground, put him down on the couch closest to the door, and took out a brand new pajamas from the cloakroom, put it on Beside Wesley.

"..."

"This way, please!" Ah Fu's voice came, and the messy footsteps sounded from the corridor. Wesley had just walked out of the dressing room, and his body was tilted. Bruce immediately hugged her from the side and helped the unconscious girl to lie down again. on the carpet.

"Hurry up!" Bruce yelled out the door, "Help!"

Dick also appeared outside the door at the same time. In the middle of the night, he didn't look like he just woke up. Instead, he was out of breath, as if he had rushed back from somewhere. He gave way to the medical staff while calming his breathing. , while looking lively.

Bruce glanced over the faces of these emergency personnel calmly, and soon discovered the abnormality, especially after the other party did not check for a long time, one of the emergency doctors gave the girl an injection first.

As fast as they came, in the blink of an eye, everyone disappeared outside the door in a panic, without even asking Bruce to accompany them.

Bruce watched them leave in the corridor, and when he turned around, Dick was standing in the bedroom with his back to him, and there was another person in front of Dick, and the two were talking in a low voice.

Feeling Bruce's gaze, the conversation stopped. Dick looked back at Bruce, and slowly moved away, revealing Wesley who had woken up at some point.

Bruce narrowed his eyes.

This young man, whom he had only met a few times, suddenly gave him a very familiar feeling with his expression at this moment, as if he had seen that expression not long ago—perhaps a few minutes ago.

Bruce clenched his fist slowly.

He looked at Wesley seriously, carefully tracing every expression on the other side, and even paid attention to his every breath. Of course, Bruce didn't miss it. Wesley's brown eyes briefly flashed a golden luster at a certain moment.

I only heard the other party whisper: "Sorry, Bruce—"

"it's me."

"I'm Cole."

Bruce's pupils narrowed slightly.