[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

"Sorry." Freya said very embarrassedly, T'Challa shook her head to indicate that it was okay.

"Luthor's speech will start in a few minutes." The Wakanda man looked at his watch. "I am very interested in his arguments."

Freya was silent.

"You disagree with Luthor?" T'Challa asked.

"You can say that." Freya replied.

T'Challa frowned. "If you don't support his views, then why are you here tonight."

"Some things, if I can't stop it from happening, at least I won't let it happen where I can't see it." Freya looked in Bruce's direction, "There are many people who have the same idea as me , Luther won't get everyone's red roses tonight."

"I see," T'Challa said. "So you, and people like you who support Chaoying, what do you do."

"We fight." Freya replied simply, her tone was almost brisk.

"He can stand here, not necessarily representing the opinions of the majority, but more likely to be backed by power," T'Challa said, "My father and I have dealt with the United Nations too many times recently, and the United Nations has long since There is no tolerance for forces that stray outside of their control. If you participate in this, you are more than an enemy of Luthor. Freya, my friend, allow me to ask, you are not Superman, nor an Avenger, Not even the X-Men - not even a special identity. Would you give everything for anyone who has nothing to do with you?"

Freya tilted her head and said, "At first they persecuted the Communist Party members..."

"I didn't speak because I'm not a believer in M/K/Si." T'Challa smiled, and he took the words, "I believed in the spirit of this poem when I was studying at Oxford."

"Then you should understand the reason. I am not a superman, nor am I a person with any ability, but if one day even they will inevitably become puppets in the hands of these politicians, what hope do the rest of us have?" Freya said.

T'Challa looked at Freya for a while, and the smile on his face gradually widened.

"What?" Freya asked puzzled.

"Just the way you make me feel," the Wakanda man said, "you make me feel like a friend."

Freya became interested. "It's the first time anyone has said that to me."

"There she is." T'Challa gestured towards the corner of the dance floor, "We met on one of our field trips, when she was working hard to protect women and children from the slaughter of war in the Ta/Li/Ban controlled area .The most powerful woman I've ever seen, whose words were not fierce, but whose deeds spoke of bravery."

Freya looked in the direction he pointed.

A little string in the silence.

Standing there was a tall and slender woman, wearing a long pearl-colored dress, her jet-black hair neatly tied behind her head, revealing her strong and graceful back.

She was talking to a well-dressed man who unconsciously leaned forward, and Freya had no way of knowing what made him forget his gentlemanly demeanor.

Until the woman felt something and turned around.

Freya immediately understood the feeling of the rich gentleman just now—the aggressive beauty pierced her eyes, almost making people dazzled.

Their eyes met, and the woman toasted with a glass of wine, and immediately got away from the conversation that was no longer interesting, and walked towards Freya.

That figure is graceful, but not weak, and every step is full of strength.

She is both gorgeous and wild.

"I'm beginning to understand what you mean." Freya said to the Wakanda people beside her.

T'Challa just smiled, friendly affection dancing in his eyes.

"Diana." He greeted each other.

The man walked up to them, raised his sharp eyebrows, and his words were half teasing, half reproaching: "T'Challa, Orolo won't like you to praise me with others everywhere."

The Wakandas laughed heartily and introduced each other to them solemnly.

At this distance, Freya realized that her eyes were quiet and deep under the threatening sword eyebrows.

"Diana, Diana Prince." The woman stretched out her hand and shook hands with Freya, she showed her face happily, "You have a pair of beautiful eyes, their color is rare."

"Inherited from my mother," Freya said kindly, "I have always regarded them as one of the treasures my mother gave me."

Diana's expression softened.

"They are beautiful. Presumably your mother is also very beautiful." Her tone was sincere and her eyes were sincere, Freya was immediately heartbroken.

Minutes into the conversation, T'Challa was a complete show.

They chatted until about 11:30, and with the greeting of the temporary host, Luther stepped onto the podium that had been built in advance.

He propped his hands on his sides with great confidence, without manuscript paper, without a teleprompter, but the words he spoke seemed to have been rehearsed thousands of times.

"Superman again." If there was anything in Diana's expression, it was impatience. "Whenever Luthor starts quoting the legends of the gods, it must be followed by stories between humans and alien visitors."

"He likes the legend of the gods?" Freya asked in a low voice.

"Very much," Diana replied. "He thinks he knows all about it."

For some reason, there was a hint of condescending indifference in these words.

Luthor's speech continued, and he began to show his vision, and the part perfected by the talented Tony Stark.A huge plan is slowly unfolding on the curtain behind it. This plan is more detailed than the one Oliver sent to Freya, and many of them may be written by Stark's artificial intelligence.

She subconsciously turned her eyes to a corner to listen to their words.

"Don't tell me you're really behind this," Oliver was starting to say.

"Just a fragmented attempt." This was Iron Man's answer.

"Lex looks serious," Bruce warned. "You'd better not play him, you know what Lex looks like when he really holds a grudge."

"Okay, I'll admit, I just wanted to see if this would work for the aliens - take down all the superheroes? I'm not that crazy yet. The next time you try to burst into space with something on your back you will Got it, Bruce," Stark said.

"Remind me to remember to send you a pennant." Bruce scoffed at him, "You've already invited me to a dozen meals with this life-saving grace across thousands of miles, Tony."

Freya calmed down, but Stark's attitude was not very firm, which left room for things to turn around.

She relaxed a little and began to look at the audience.As far as the ears could reach, people formed groups in twos and threes, communicating with each other in a low voice. Not many people were listening to Luthor's speech seriously, but it was amazing that everyone could applaud at the right time.

Luthor was talking about the follow-up and prospects of this plan, and promised that this system will be under the supervision of multiple parties and will never be abused.

Freya swore that she heard at least seven or eight sneers.

As time passed, she became a little sleepy.Luther became more and more excited, his voice was passionate and his words were decisive.

Before the applause caused by the pause in the speech hadn't stopped, Freya suddenly heard a faint noise coming from outside the door.

She caught a glimpse of some movement from the corner of her eye, and looked up, but it was Clark who was taking notes in the corner, suddenly turned his head, his expression was disturbed, and his brows were furrowed.

The noise was chaotic at first, but soon grew louder and more panicked.

Freya was the second to catch the dangerous aura.

"Squat down!" Someone shouted, and immediately the heavy object fell to the ground.

She must have changed color suddenly, because Bruce, who was not far away, warned her not to move rashly at first, but now his eyes are full of doubts and worries.But before Freya could make any signal, the door to the back hall of the theater was slammed open.

When the gunshot rang out, a man closest to the gate was heard screaming and fell heavily to the ground. He clutched his thigh and wailed heart-piercingly.

A large group of gunmen rushed in through the open door, and Freya smelled the smell of blood brought into the air.

The whole banquet hall fell silent.

One second, two seconds.

Immediately there were people screaming and shouting.

"Quiet!"

The tall gangster at the head roared. He had a long scar on his face, running through his entire face from his left eye. He had a huge cyan devil tattooed on his arm, his muscles were bulging, and he looked impatient.

"Squat down where you are, don't let me say it a second time," he said.

Except for a few people who ran to the door and were knocked down on the spot, the rest squatted down immediately.

"God," Freya could hear Oliver on the other end muttering in the silence, "I thought the security at Tony's party was the worst."

She glanced worriedly at the wounded, then turned her gaze away.

Clark put his hands on his buttons, as if about to do something.Freya sincerely prayed that he would not do anything strange.

"Do you think it was arranged by Luther?" Clark met her gaze, stopped moving, his angry eyes were asking Freya such words.

Freya glanced at Luther, who was squatting down with a dark face not far away, and shook her head at Clark.

After the auction ended, there were only twenty or thirty people who were important to Luthor's plan and their companions. No matter who was missing here, going out would be a bloody storm that could not be suppressed in a short period of time.Luthor had neither the motive nor the willingness to condescend to perform such a play.

The people were driven to a place to squat by the gangsters surrounded on all sides, and they were as silent as dead.The young men are guarding them with guns.

"What do you want?" A graceful woman suddenly said, "I'm rich, I can give you whatever you want, who hired you? I'll give double."

The tall gangster's gaze immediately turned to her.He walked over, grabbed the woman roughly, and put the gun in his right hand on her head. "Rich? I've seen a lot of poor people yelling like that, but it's a pity we don't want money. Unless—"

The muzzle of his gun moved down and slid along her smooth jaw to her chest.

An angry look appeared on the woman's face, and she raised her hand as if she was about to slap him.

"boom!"

The deafening gunshots.

Freya's leg muscles tensed, but when she looked closely, she saw that her supposed victim was intact.At the last moment, the gangster's gun seemed to be hit from the middle by something, and the barrel was twisted. The bullet exploded, and the palm of his hand was immediately dripping with blood.

Crazy anger appeared on the tall man's face.

He dropped the gun in his hand and looked around, only to see everyone squatting in place in horror.

"Okay, very good." With a grim look on his face, he raised his feet and walked towards the man who looked the calmest, which was Stark.

He was still talking on his cell phone.

"Tip?" said the tall man. "Stark, do you know how much you're worth?"

"In short, it's a lot of money." Stark poked a few times on the phone, spreading his hands.

The bandit leader was stunned for a moment, his face even more angry.

"Please... Excuse me..." A trembling voice suddenly sounded in the middle of the road. The little reporter standing next to Stark was pale and almost fainted from fright, but he didn't know Why happened to be in front of a large group of people.He was trembling all over, and asked bravely, "I, can I go out and use the toilet?"

Freya rolled her eyes.

The tall man walked up to Clark and gave him a hard blow with the butt of his gun.Clark's head hit the floor with a loud bang.Several people showed expressions of unbearable expression.

"What did you say you want to do?" The tall man asked through gritted teeth, bent down and pressed the top of his head.

Clark let out a low cry, not daring to resist a word.

Freya faintly heard the sound of the floor breaking into powder.She quickly looked to the side, and found that although Luther's face was dark, he did not give up observing what was happening in front of him.

The tall man kicked Clark hard again, and this time Freya clearly saw that Clark dodged back a little indistinctly to avoid breaking the opponent's leg bone.

"Enough!" She finally couldn't help standing up.

The tall man withdrew his hand, and he turned his head slowly.

"So, there are still a few of you who want to be chivalrous, don't you?"

His snake-like eyes were fixed on Freya. "I said, squat down, but you are not obedient. Well, since you want to go out, I will let you out."

Freya was almost relieved, but there was a mixture of unwillingness to bow her head and a little bit of regret and timidity on her face.

The man signaled his men to come down and hold Freya, while he grabbed Clark's arm.A strong male came up from behind, grabbed Freya by the hair, and dragged her out.

Her scalp was aching, and Freya turned her head with a frightened expression, and saw several squatting people looking at her with concern.

She forced herself to make a realistic begging look, as if begging for someone to come forward and save her.Eyes met Luther, who avoided her gaze.

"Please, help! I don't want to die!" she finally yelled.

Oliver probably laughed, but then he let out a breathless cough, and Bruce even pulled out a bottle of tranquilizer out of nowhere.

indifferent.

Freya showed a heartbroken expression.

She maintained this expression and was dragged outside the door together with Clark.The wooden doors of the banquet hall slammed shut behind them.Probably thinking she was really scared, Clark shook her hand.

The man who was holding Freya turned her face, with a strange look in his eyes.

"Boss, can you play with this one before you die?" He asked.

The tall man glanced at it leisurely, and hummed indiscriminately.

Clark made a quick grab.

"Why, are you her boyfriend?" The strong man said sarcastically, "Then I'll let you watch me play, how about it?"

"Don't be here!" Freya screamed, "There are cameras here, don't be here!"

The strong man seemed taken aback, but he quickly patted Freya's face ambiguously.

"It's true." He said, dragging her to the stairwell.

The stairwell of the theater is small and dark, but none of the monitoring equipment can take care of it.The theater has seen better days, and even the decoration in this cubicle is exquisite.

The strong man held Freya in the corner, first clicked his tongue to admire her figure, and then tried to move dishonestly with one hand.

Freya grabbed that hand.

"Stop it, you're hurting me."

"What did you just say?" the man asked again as if he didn't hear clearly.He let out a burst of laughter and tried hard with his hands, but he didn't shake off the ignorant woman.Unavoidably a little angry, the strong man grabbed her head and slammed it against the wall.

Heavy muffled sound.

Freya gasped in distress.

The theater's carved wall with a history of more than a hundred years collapsed from the middle, like a small hole suddenly appeared in the canvas.

The strong man couldn't believe it, he didn't speak, but his hand was stiff.After a while, for some reason, he suddenly became violent, and tried to replay the scene just now as if to prove it.

There is no end.

Freya sighed and touched her forehead.

"I just said..."

She pushed her elbow back heavily, and the man fell to his knees in response, covering his vital parts.He bit his lower lip tightly, and raised the gun tremblingly with one hand——

"Bah!"

The wrist of the strong man was stomped to the ground by a foot, and the slender ankle was crushed lightly as if dancing, and the tip of the high-heeled shoe became a murderous sharp weapon.He couldn't bear it any longer, and screamed loudly.

Freya frowned.She leaned over to get close to him, and patted the face that had been deformed due to fear and pain just like he did just now.

The strong man was panting heavily, as if he was still struggling.

But the beautiful devil in front of him clasped his head with five fingers, and plunged down to the ground.

She shook her head, and whispered softly in the other's ear, just like a lover's whisper——

"I just said you scratched me. Could you please stop scratching my hair? It took me three hours to get this hairstyle done."