The correct way to attack the villain

The distance between Crescent Inner Sea and Emperor Theater is not too far, and the banquet had not even started when the two arrived at their destination.There was a thick gold-edged red carpet outside the magnificent gate of the theater, and Gotham media from various channels were crowded on both sides. Countless cameras were aimed at the invited guests who walked on the red carpet one after another, and the atmosphere was very lively.

The arrival of Bruce Wayne obviously pushed this opening to the first climax of the dinner.

"Oh my God, it's Bruce Wayne!"

"Look here, Mr. Wayne!"

"Look here sir!"

The sound of the shutter completely drowned out human voices for an instant, and the flash made it hard to keep your eyes open.

Song Mo followed Bruce step by step, and when he reached the middle of the red carpet, he suddenly whispered: "If they heard the broadcast outside—"

Bruce glanced over at him.

Song Mo shrugged: "The news of the Scarecrow's escape from Arkham has been broadcast three times."

"This is commonplace for people in Gotham, you should know better than me."

The man strode across the red carpet as he spoke, and when he was only a few steps away from the door, he was stopped friendly by an unfamiliar business upstart. He had to stop to exchange business cards with the person in front of him out of courtesy, so And set off a burst of media shooting boom.

After the upstart in the shopping mall left contentedly with his business card, Song Mo heard Bruce whisper in a mocking tone: "Obviously they think that the news value of a criminal escaping from prison is not as good as Gotham's richest man walking a section of the red carpet."

Song Mo beeped softly: "So what news value can walking on the red carpet have?"

Bruce didn't speak, and Song Mo didn't expect to get an answer.The two passed over the two security guards standing in front of the gate. The security guard didn't ask Bruce for an invitation letter, but bent down with a smile on his face and made a gesture of inviting in. Obviously, the man's face is the most beautiful face of all the banquets in Gotham. Persuasive pass.

Until the sound of the shutter outside gradually moved away until it disappeared, and the melodious cello music in the theater became louder and louder.

Bruce replied blankly: "It depends on what kind of female companion I bring."

Song Mo: "What?" He was stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize that the private life of the big boss in front of him had been "chaotic" for a long time.

At least in terms of entertainment, the lace news between an international actress or a well-known supermodel and the richest man in Gotham is indeed more interesting to talk about.

The little assistant lowered his head and hooked the corner of his mouth: "Then it seems that they are going to be disappointed."

Outside the theater, Yuji, who was doomed to be "disappointed", looked down at the photos of the richest man in Gotham that he had just taken, trying to issue a press release before other colleagues—God knows how many Gotham dinners the media can be allowed to participate in, and Bruce How fast the red carpet goes.He was so busy taking pictures just now that he didn't even identify the color of Bruce's suit carefully.

However, when he found the photo and started to look at it carefully——

"Who is this guy?"

The colleagues next to him also flipped through the photos without looking up: "Who are you talking about?"

Entertainment: "The one behind Bruce."

Colleague: "That must be his female companion. It must be well-known to be able to travel with Bruce. As an entertainment reporter, you can't recognize it—wait a minute."

The colleague looked at the captured picture on the device. Bruce, who was in the middle of the red carpet and seemed to be listening to what the young man was saying behind him, almost poked his fingernails into the young man's face.

"Who is he?"

Entertainment News: "According to what you said—"

"Bruce's girlfriend."

Colleague: "..."

In the theater hall, the banquet officially started, the curtain was slowly opened, and a row of dancers in costumes walked out on both sides, and surrounded by the last lady who came out, walked to the center of the stage.

Harvey Dent arrived at the theater one step ahead of Bruce. Their seats were in a semi-open box on the second floor. There were three sofas in the box. Sitting opposite him was the director of the Wayne Group who was also invited.

"God, is there a more lyrical soprano in the world than Miss Kyle?" The director with a beer belly looked obsessively at Miss Kyle, who was known as Mirella in the center of the stage, showing her noble and delicate voice, "I feel like I'm in love."

"That's good news, Mr. Lauder." A deep voice came from behind, "I think your wife will be very happy to know."

Director Lauder touched his stomach: "You know that the only good thing about me is that I like to joke, Bruce."

The last man who came in sat on the empty sofa. Harvey turned his head and glanced at Song Mo who was parked outside the box door, opened his mouth, but finally said nothing.

The three men present did not bring their female companions for various reasons, and of course no one else would bring an assistant over on such an occasion. Song Mo could only stay quietly outside the box door, standing at the door Opposite the waiters, let them look at him curiously, he is still playing with his——

Chaoying Xiaoxiaole.

When he reached the level full of mud faces, someone touched his shoulder, and then stuffed something soft into his free other hand.

He looked down and saw that there were two exquisitely packaged small cakes.

"A blueberry jam flavor, and a matcha flavor." Harvey, who came back from the back kitchen while going to the toilet, winked at him, "I remember that when you came out, you didn't even arrive at Wayne Manor. Dinnertime, and I don't think Bruce could remember that there was an assistant out there starving while he was at the opera."

After speaking, he seemed to feel that this sentence was inappropriate, and he added another sentence: "After all, Bruce himself often forgets to eat and sleep to do something, although I don't know that he doesn't appear in the company very often and attends various banquets every now and then. What the hell is the big boss up to - Alfred told me."

"I think this is the reason why the old butler has to hire another temporary butler when he is on a business trip." Song Mo dismantled his boss' desk with others without any shame, then raised his head and smiled at Harvey, "Thank you."

The blue eyes were bent into crescent moons, and a faint dimple appeared under the left cheek—to be honest, why didn't he notice that he still had a dimple when he saw Song Moxiao before?

Harvey returned to the box with this fleeting question, and when he was about to sit back, he found Bruce was looking at him, and the lawyer froze when he sat down: "What's wrong?"

Bruce: "Nothing."

Harvey: "???"

At this moment, his gaze caught sight of two small cakes with blueberry jam on Bruce's table, and the lawyer let out a "wow": "One day, Bruce Wayne, a busy man, will remember to eat on time?"

Director Lauder took a look here, and obviously felt that the adjective "busy man" was not appropriate for Bruce at all.

Harvey: "But why blueberry jam?" As one of Bruce's few close friends, Harvey is probably one of the few people who knows that Bruce doesn't like blueberries besides lobster.

Bruce: "Seriously watch your opera."

Harvey: "Oh."

About half an hour later, accompanied by a beautiful soprano in the climax of the opera, a familiar cell phone rang outside the door.

Bruce turned his head as if consciously, just in time to see a head protruding from the edge of the door frame, the two people's eyes collided, and the owner of the head shook his phone at him: "Boss, I'm going out to answer a call. "

After speaking, he didn't even need to get the permission and consent of his boss, and the man had already left the box.

And as far as the footsteps were concerned, he walked in a hurry.

Because the call was from Killer Moth.

This is too rare, and even counting the few friendships between the two of them that can't reach the fingernail of a little finger, it is absolutely impossible for this phone call to be an exchange of feelings.

Sure enough, after he found an abandoned storage room, dropped the door lock and pressed the answer button——

"Eredar, go find a place to hide now! When Muddy Face and I went to the academy to hand in the mission, we ran into a scarecrow..."

"He's looking for you everywhere now!"

Song Mo leaned against the damp wooden door of the storage room: "Just from your tone, you can tell that he didn't come to me for any good business?"

Killer Moth: "He said he was going to take you and hand you over to aliens!"

Song Mo: "...Oh."

Killer Moth couldn't believe it: "What the hell is your reaction? Why aren't you afraid at all? That's an alien!"

Song Mo: "...It's really terrible, if it doesn't sound like the reason mothers use to put their children to sleep."

Killer Moth: "I'm telling the truth! He also took Clayface away!"

Song Mo frowned: "He took Mudface away?"

Killer Moth: "I can't say catch..."

"He seemed to say something to Mudface, I was a little far away and couldn't hear it clearly, anyway after finishing speaking—" the pink transvestite sissy on the other end of the phone recalled, "Mudface held his hand Follow him."

Song Mo: "...Is Muddy's taste that bad now?"

Killer Moth: ... Can this person listen to the main point of every sentence? !

Semi-open box on the second floor of Emperor Theater.

Song Mo left the person who answered the phone - No. 30 minutes.

Bruce put down the phone. On the screen of the phone was the interface for dialing, Song Mo's number, and a blind tone that no one answered.

A person who can brazenly talk to the villain's party in front of Batman, under such circumstances, immediately chose to avoid and disappear after receiving the call. It is conceivable what this call is related to.

Intuition tells Bruce that something is about to happen.

"You mean the person who was waiting for you outside just now?" When asked, the waiter outside the door bowed respectfully and pointed in the direction of Bruce, "I just saw him go there .”

"He just borrowed our spare costume and left, as if he went backstage."

"The guy borrowed our wigs and went to the break room."

"He just borrowed my cleansing, pre-makeup, foundation, eyeshadow palette—"

“Where did he go,” Bruce interrupted, before the last theater employee questioned tried to recite the names of a whole set of cosmetics.

Employee: "—and went to the garage, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce Wayne walked all the way into the garage, his car was easy to find, because the parking person almost always parked his car in the first parking space, which seemed to be some kind of unwritten rule, and the car key After the car is parked, it will be temporarily placed in the hands of the parking staff, so some people can take advantage of it.

After all, in the entire theater, for Song Mo, the safest and least worrying place to be discovered is——

In Bruce Wayne's car.

"Hey, Mr. Wayne, did you come here so quickly?"

Looking at the purple tuxedo suit in the car, wearing a large green wig that does not fit the size, the clown makeup has only had time to paint half of it. At this moment, the face without makeup is facing Bruce, and he is carefully applying it to his lips. Song Mo with a circle of lipstick that exceeds the lip line, or——

The second generation of clowns.

Bruce kept his voice low and calm: "Give me the car keys."

A string of metal was thrown over, the man caught it firmly, the clown grinned: "Should I say good evening to you?"

At this moment, a female voice came from the side: "Boss, it's really you!"

The female voice quickly turned from far to near, and turned to come to her side. Jin Funi held a stack of documents in her hand: "I didn't expect to meet you here, boss. I originally wanted to go to Mr. Fox. There are a stack of documents to sign here, but since You are here to sign it... Hey? The one in the car is Song—"

Jin Funi subconsciously looked into the wide open car door, and the next moment, her boss slammed the door shut quickly and forcefully.

"Bah—!"

Jin Funi: "—Mo?"

Bruce: "No."

Jin Funi looked at the wind that was blown up and down because the car door was closed too hard, and even lost two bangs, her voice trembled: "...Boss?"

"The document is for Fox to sign. I will go to the company tomorrow, and I will talk about the details tomorrow."

The man was talking about official business with a serious face, and opened the car door neatly to start the engine. Finally, he nodded at his female employee and drove away in the car.

The direction wasn't Wayne Manor, presumably some close-quarters Batman stronghold in Gotham.

Perhaps even Old Jack never imagined that his adopted son, the second-generation clown whom he was proud of, would one day be able to sit in Batman's car so unscrupulously and complete his disguise process from a good citizen of Gotham to a super criminal. He didn't even know why he was so unscrupulous, he could only say.

This feeling is so good that it is addictive like a drug.

"Let's discuss it, boss." The half-faced criminal in the back seat of the car pursed his lips, obviously very satisfied with this bright red lip color, "I know all the plans of the Penguin and the meeting between the Scarecrow and Clayface tonight place, I can tell you all this, and all you have to do is turn a blind eye to my behavior, which is safe for you. Of course, you can't stop me, and it seems I don't really want to stop me, otherwise you should go directly to Wayne Manor or Arkham? I can only say that this choice is correct, maybe we will meet at the scarecrow together in the end, who knows, in Anything can happen in Gotham."

After finishing speaking, he corrected himself: "Oh, no, from my current position, I might call you—"

"Batman?"

As if confirming what he said, the surrounding city radios suddenly started broadcasting multiple news at the same time like crazy just after he finished speaking——

"The Penguin Corps blew up the People's Bank of Gotham 5 minutes ago and took more than [-] innocent hostages!"

"It is reported that [-] people have been injured and six people have died under the influence of the scarecrow gas, and the fear gas is still spreading unrestrictedly at Gotham Pier—"

"The notorious big villain Mudface seems to have some new tricks. He shrunk his body and penetrated every corner of Gotham's protective net. According to the latest attack situation released by the Sky Eye, he not only attacked Aka Mu's underground warehouse, and looted the reserve laboratory of the Sky Eye Society!"

On the back seat, the clown who had finished his makeup grinned his blood-red mouth, then raised his right hand, and the transparent mecha behind him started partial emergency braking.

Then, with a bang, it hit the window glass of the car.

"Good luck, then."

"boss."

On the other side, the Emperor Theater Garage.

After the boss drove away, Gifni stood there in a daze, until the sound of the engine reverberating in the garage disappeared completely.She always felt that the boss was a little strange tonight, but she couldn't tell what was strange, until she passed the peculiar trash can next to her boss's car, and saw a set of clothes in it, with Song Mo's name tag hanging on it after.

The person is in the boss's car, but the clothes are in the trash can, so, that is to say——

Jin Funi: "..."

This petite lady always felt that after today she would lose her job because she broke her boss's secret...

I don't know where I can find another job with a salary comparable to Wayne Group...