The correct way to attack the villain

"This court pronounces that the defendant, James Crowder, has committed the crime of molesting children, whoring underage girls, and insulting citizens' human rights. The evidence of the crime is sufficient and the facts of the crime are established. The defendant is sentenced to 20 years in prison and deprived of the right to appeal."

"Defendant Sandra Mir, committed the crime of organizing forced prostitution, the crime of intentional homicide, and the crime of harming and ill-treating young children. The evidence of the crime is sufficient and the facts of the crime are established. The defendant's death sentence is suspended and the sentence cannot be commuted."

"Close the court."

"Focus on Gotham. The child prostitution case in the port orphanage involving the largest, most serious, and worst-affecting crimes in Gotham's criminal history in the past ten years has finally been solved today. The former national first-level judge James Crowder has been arrested Administrative detention, and the arrest of his remnants at the same time, the last dark cloud hanging over the Gotham government has disappeared—"

"I have to say that the richest man in Gotham, who is passionate about charity, has once again done a good thing for Gotham."

"We still don't know what the purpose of Bruce Wayne's participation in this lawsuit is, just like we will never know how many conflicts of interest are involved behind the hypocritical mask of a philanthropist—"

"So the playboy who has been in love has finally realized the legacy of old Mr. Thomas, and started to change his ways?"

Song Mo, who was standing in front of the big screen in the reception hall, squinted his eyes.

"Nowadays, the media likes to speak so yin and yang?"

Just in time to come to the company to report, Jin Funi, who was attracted by the news on the big screen like a young man, pushed her black-framed glasses: "The last media that dared to say that about the boss has been acquired by Wayne Enterprises."

"Then I probably know how the media company of Wayne Enterprises reached the height of media monopoly today." Song Mo turned his head, "Good morning, Ms. Jin Funi."

Jin Funi: "Long time no see, assistant to the chairman."

Song Mo was taken aback for a while: "I remember we—"

Only then did the young chairman's special assistant remember that he didn't come to work yesterday, and he found an extremely crappy excuse to ask for leave.He had to think about it carefully, "—we just met last week?"

Gifney: "Yes, we only met once last week."

Song Mo: "..."

Jin Funi understood: "It doesn't matter, you don't need to have a psychological burden. After all, it is very rare for the chairman to come to the company once a month. Your ability to come once a week is enough to show your serious and responsible attitude towards work."

Probably seeing Song Mo's expression of not knowing what to say, Ms. Jin Funi explained very seriously: "I promise, this is my truth."

After finishing speaking, she glanced at her watch; "Speaking of it later, do you have time, come with me to the office to get it—"

At this moment, the phone ringing interrupted the lady's words abruptly. Song Mo glanced at the caller ID, made an apologetic expression to Jin Funi, and then lowered his head to answer the phone: "Boss."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have said something, and the young man frowned: "Now?"

"...But I haven't checked in at the company yet."

"Ok."

After Song Mo hung up the phone, he looked at Jin Funi again, and coughed with some embarrassment: "Sorry, what did you just say?"

"It's nothing." Miss Ginferne, who is used to it, changed her words in a polite manner. "I mean, after you finish your business with the boss, remember to come back and get your pillow."

Song Mo looked confused for a moment: "What pillow?"

Jin Funi could only remind vaguely: "A certain peripheral store in Xihe."

Song Mo suddenly said: "You mean that bat—"

"Yes." Ginferne interrupted him in time, "It's in my inner office, you can ask Laura for the password."

After finishing speaking, the lady planned to get on the elevator, but just as she turned around, the young man stopped him.

"It's nothing urgent anyway."

Song Mo couldn't help grinning.

"I'll go get it with you first."

Jin Funi stopped in her footsteps.

I don't know why, Song Mo's tone of the last sentence made her scalp suddenly explode, as if the people of Gotham, who had suffered a lot of disasters, had already been trained to anti-criminal nerve reflex, she turned her head suddenly.

The young man in work uniform stood behind him, with a decent smile on his face, just like he had always been very polite, with a strong sense of fresh graduates who can be rubbed round and flattened by others Sensual, as if what she felt just now was just a ridiculous illusion.

Five minutes later, a high-profile figure appeared in the square at the east gate of the Wayne Enterprise office building. A young man with a shy smile was holding a Batman's body pillow, and passers-by who passed by cast ambiguous glances , and then whispered to the companions around him.

Ten minutes later, a more high-profile silver-gray Lycan supercar stopped by the side of the square. Bruce Wayne, sitting in the driver's seat, saw his personal assistant with a green and shy smile holding a picture of Batman himself. It is absolutely impossible for Batman to pose in such a posture, and he got into Batman's car with complicated or surprised eyes from passers-by.

Batman himself: "…"

The little assistant's facial expressions changed faster than those of the Sichuan opera he had seen in China. As soon as he closed the car door, his eyes narrowed, with some inexplicable hint at the end of the raised eyes: "I You can sleep well tonight, boss."

Bruce Wayne: "...that's fine."

Song Mo looked at his boss who was driving the car expressionlessly in the rearview mirror, and he was in such a good mood that he almost grinned behind his ears.

And this good mood lasted until half an hour later, the sports car was parked in front of the pier on the outskirts of Gotham.

It used to be an abandoned port. In order to defraud the high subsidy from the Wayne Group, someone bought the iron warehouse of the entire port at a low enough price and carried out a comprehensive renovation. This is the predecessor of the Port Orphanage.

But now, the sign of the Port Orphanage is still the old wooden sign, and all other external facilities have been completely remodeled. A considerable number of workers are moving equipment in and out, and are renovating the prayer church in the center of the orphanage.

Gotham's richest man, who had funded all the funds for the reconstruction of the orphanage, heard his assistant whisper something in the back seat, it might be a swear word or something else.He opened the door and knocked on the back window.

The car window was rolled down, revealing the reluctant face of the young man inside: "Boss, can I discuss something with you?"

The boss is firm: "No."

Song Mo smacked his lips: "It doesn't make any sense to you."

Bruce looked at him: "But for you."

Song Mo thought for two seconds, but couldn't figure it out: "What's the point?"

Bruce: "You can shorten the period you owe me."

Song Mo clapped his hands: "It's so heart-wrenching. If it wasn't because I don't know if I can live in a month, I would definitely get out of the car now, boss."

Bruce didn't expect that even the first step of his plan would be so difficult to implement. Looking at the re-rolled car window, he could only say: "There will be no second person with the car key of this car."

The sound insulation effect of the sports car is good, and the two can only distinguish each other's words by lip language: "Then you can't walk back to the company."

Bruce: "There's more than one car in Wayne Manor's garage."

Song Mo then took a look: "So you think a clown can't even smash a car?"

Bruce: "Unless you want to do nothing for me for the rest of your life."

Then he saw Song Mo eager to try: "That sounds quite romantic, boss."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

The richest man in Gotham, who is good at negotiating, finally met his opponent today. No one can control someone who doesn't want anything.

He glanced at his phone, and finally lost the patience to reason with a clown: "Get out of the car."

Song Mo glanced at his boss' unrefusable expression through the car window.

Finally got out of the car.

The phrase "eat hard but not soft" is very thorough.

Pass through the dilapidated iron gate at the front, and inside is the Newport Orphanage. When they entered the church, the other party was still teaching the children to study the Bible in the school. When they saw Bruce and Song Mo behind him, the nun showed a surprised expression, and then He pointed to the book in his hand at them through the classroom window, mouthed an apology, and then continued to bow his head and read slowly.

In Gotham, not everyone likes to curry favor with the richest man in Gotham. At least for Sister Leslie, the children in front of her are more important than anything else.

"The Port Orphanage will be handed over to Sister Leslie in the future."

Probably because he didn't want to affect those children, Bruce greeted Sister Leslie and left the classroom. He walked into the prayer church that was still being repaired: "She is the best candidate for the dean."

"She's a wonderful person."

Song Mo said, while looking at this unrenovated, the only church that he felt familiar to him in the entire orphanage except for the gate.

In the past, this was the place where Sister Leslie prayed. Every orphan would gather here in the morning, but he didn't want to come because he always felt that Sister Leslie's statement was ridiculous.

He thought that he would feel a little bit of emotion, but when he saw this church ten years later, he didn't feel anything. It was as normal as seeing an unknown passerby or an unfamiliar building while walking on the side of the road.

He didn't even want to waste a little expression on anything, even if he still clearly remembered every detail of everything that happened at that time.

He looks out the window.

The renovated yard is full of ginkgo trees, the flowers in the flower garden are in bloom, and the shrubs are trimmed neatly.A little girl in a nun's attire stood looking distressed at a balloon stuck in a tree branch in the yard.

Song Mo looked at the little girl's white hair tied into a big braid.

"Bunya."

Bangya: "You say."

Then the artificial intelligence brain waited for 1 minute, and his captain didn't speak. , just looking at the little girl out of the window in a daze.

Bangya couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

Song Mo shook his head: "It's nothing, just some small things in Tianming before."

The AI ​​went silent.

In fact, he knew what Song Mo was thinking, because when he was the number one ship under Yanhua, some pictures about A105 and A106 were recorded in the huge background database, although many of them were recording Yanhua's training I accidentally recorded it along with the video.

For example, A106 wears a nun's costume, also has braids and white hair.

Her toy fell into the well.

Her brother picked it up for her in a disheveled condition.

"Sister Mill, this stained glass is no longer usable."

The busy workers in the church unloaded the stained glass from the top of the church: "Look, it's full of bullet marks."

On the stained glass is a portrait of an angel whose eye has been shattered, leaving only two hollow bullet holes.

Sister Mill, who was supervising the work, said, "It's okay, just change the beams and pillars."

"But—" the worker wanted to say something, but seeing the nun's resolute attitude, he could only shut up and muttered in a low voice, "Why are there bullet marks on the glass of the church?"

Next to Sister Mir, another child wearing a nun's costume grabbed her sleeve and asked in a low voice, "Why are there bullet marks on the glass of the church?"

Sister Mir took a look at the little girl, led her out of the church, stopped to say hello to Bruce when she passed by, and then took the little girl out, saying, "That was left by a child ten years ago." .”

"Child? Whose child?"

"A clown's child."

The two walked very slowly, and the corridor was very empty, so the sound of the conversation was carried far away.

"The clown? Is that the big bad guy? He has kids too? Then why did his kids break the glass in the church?"

"He asked us to change the angel's eyes on the ceiling to another color, any color, but not blue. We didn't agree, so he broke the glass."

"Then he's too bad."

The nun smiled and said nothing, but the little girl asked again, "Then why don't you get a new one?"

"Sister Leslie won't let us change."

"why?"

"She asked me if I still remembered a sentence from the Bible."

"What?"

"The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it."

The nun and the little nun disappeared around the corner of the corridor, Bruce looked away thoughtfully, and looked out the window.

The young man did not know when he had reached the backyard of the church. He stopped beside the little girl and asked her, "What are you doing?"

The little girl said, "My balloon got stuck in a branch." She looked at Song Mo pleadingly, "Can you help me get it off?"

"Okay."

The young man stretched out his hand and easily got the balloon that the little girl couldn't reach.Seeing this, the little girl immediately smiled, her little face flushed red by the sun, and she wanted to reach out to catch the balloon, but the young man had no intention of giving it to her at all.

He suddenly asked, "Why don't you move the chair and take it yourself?"

The little girl tilted her head: "Sister Mir wouldn't let us stand on the chairs, saying it was dangerous and impolite."

Youth: "Then how do you take it down?"

The little girl blinked her eyes innocently: "Didn't you help me take it down?"

Youth: "Then what if I'm not here next time?"

The little girl said: "I can find other adults."

The young man asked again: "What if no adult is here?"

This question was obviously beyond the scope of the little girl's thinking. She looked at the person in front of her in puzzlement, and after thinking for a long time, she replied, "Why isn't your lord here?"

Then she saw the young man hook his mouth, let go of his hand, and the balloon flew into the sky, flying higher and higher.

The little girl stared blankly at all this. She seemed to have never seen such a strange person, and forgot to cry for a while.

"Remember one sentence."

With the light behind him, Song Mo smiled happily as if he had just finished a prank.

"In this world, the only person who can help you is always yourself."