The correct way to attack the villain

Aunt Halle: [Drop a bomb for you! My clothes are all torn!]Pamela just bought me new ones yesterday! ]

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Aunt Hallie: [Pay me! ]

Just returned to the rental house, Song Mo walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower wearing half a towel around him, while wiping his hair while looking at his mobile phone, he replied a hello, dumbfounded.

After sending, he threw the phone away, intending to hug his bat pillow and sleep peacefully, but after glancing at the missed call on the phone screen, he frowned and picked up the phone again.

Called 5 minutes ago, when he was still in the shower.Song Mo looked at a string of very official and unfamiliar numbers on the screen: "This is not the area code of Gotham."

Bunya: "The Illuminati are calling, Captain."

"Illuminati?" Song Mo raised his eyebrows, "Ms. Emma's movements are quite fast."

After speaking, he threw the phone back on the table, turned and entered the room.Bangya couldn't help but said, "don't you give them a message back?"

Song Mo took out his Batman pajamas from the closet and put them on, smiling like a Party A who had completely taken the initiative: "They will call back."

And just as he said, within 10 minutes, the cell phone in the living room rang again.Only this time it wasn't over the phone.

The young man in bat pajamas held a bucket of freshly heated popcorn, and unhurriedly picked up the phone. On it was a message he had just received, from Emma Frost.

[Eric asked you to go to the Illuminati tomorrow, he has something to talk to you about. ]

Song Mo held the phone and was silent for more than ten seconds before speaking again: "Is that Eric I thought?"

Bunya: "Yes, Captain."

"It's the Eric who was tricked by you to the outskirts of Gotham to help you deal with the Destiny Army."

Song Mo: "...If you don't tell me, I'll almost forget about it."

Song Mo can be 100% sure that with Professor Charles as a person, it is impossible for him to tell Magneto the ins and outs of that matter, and even if the other party knows, they will not wait until now to settle accounts with him, so it is basically certain that the other party wants to talk can only be one thing.

And if the Illuminati are the home of the negotiation on this matter, they will become very passive.

The young man on the sofa lowered his eyes, and stroked back and forth on the keyboard a few times with his fingertips.

[Go to Xavier College, Miss Emma. ]

Song Mo stared at the message of successful sending on the screen: "I heard that Magneto suffered a loss under Otto's hands ten years ago?"

As the main combat force participating in the war ten years ago, the intelligent mastermind of Huberian has 100% right to speak: "He killed many Valkyries of Destiny at that time, and it was not until Captain Yanhua piloted Huberian that he stopped him .”

Song Mo couldn't help curling his lips: "Then he must have suffered a big loss."

Bangya: "The armor of the Valkyrie does not belong to any metal substance, and it is not disturbed by the earth's magnetic field in Hyperion. Magneto's ability has little effect on the ship."

Song Mo went on: "So although this kind of statement hurts his self-esteem, if Otto attacks the earth again, he may only be able to deal with some miscellaneous soldiers like Eleanor."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the TV. It was still the chase between the Gotham police and criminals that Gotham repeated every night. Song Mo waited for a while, and found that the brain in his mind was as quiet as a chicken. After that, he couldn't help saying : "Why don't you ask me if I am like this, why do I have to go to such lengths to win Magneto?"

Bangya blocked his subsequent tirade with one sentence: "Although I know that your mind is full of Batman, you have your reason in everything you do except for him."

Song Mo froze for a moment, then stuffed a few popcorns into his mouth sullenly: "You have changed, Bangya, you used to be very shameless to ask."

Bangya: "When you want to discuss with me, you will naturally discuss with me."

Song Mo moved his cheeks boredly: "You suddenly become so understanding and understanding will make me lose a lot of pleasure in strategizing."

Bangya didn't answer any more, and the living room of the rental house was so quiet that only the voice of the newscaster on TV was left.Song Mo touched the phone, hesitating whether to discuss with Charles in advance, Bang Ya suddenly said: "I intercepted a Tianming communication signal, and the location is within 500 meters of the signal radiation range of the Roland community."

The young man on the sofa paused, then stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted the popcorn crumbs on his hands: "What kind of eyeliner did my grandpa place beside me again?" He walked to the window and looked at the thickly covered window. Three layers of curtains, "Can you decipher the content of the communication?"

Bunya: "He is confirming the attack time with the headquarters."

Song Mo frowned: "When will the attack on Earth be?"

Bunya: "No. They're confirming..."

"Time to attack this neighborhood."

The atmosphere froze for a moment, and there was a sound outside the window less than ten centimeters away. Song Mo immediately reached out and pulled out the gun on his back waist, pulled the safety catch and pointed it outside the window, and opened the curtain neatly with his other hand.

Almost at the same second as the curtains were opened, a red figure landed on the curtains with a bang. He was startled by the sudden opening of the curtains and the muzzle of the gun pointed at him in the window, and quickly waved his hands: " Hey, hey it's me, it's me, take it easy take it easy!"

Song Mo withdrew his gun expressionlessly: "For a moment I thought I was watching American Horror Story."

"Ah, I know that, the red-haired monster who lies outside other people's windows every day to spy on the brains of the owner of the house." Little Spider-Man crawled into the house softly, took off his hood and collapsed on the sofa, "That's comparable to when Superheroes are so much easier."

Song Mo was standing by the window. Outside the window was a dark night, and he couldn't see anything clearly except for a few green belts and bushes at the bottom of the building.The young man narrowed his eyes, with a serious expression and a relaxed tone: "Where are you going to fight criminals again?"

Little Spider-Man was lying on the sofa, not wanting to move any part except his mouth: "No, I have been training in the league all day, and they won't let me go on dangerous missions with them at all, what I can do every day Except for catching some insignificant thieves, we can only stay in the league after the training is over."

"They went to the West Sea in the afternoon. I have always heard that the tropical scenery there is very good. I didn't expect that the interior has been occupied by a group of terrorists. Just now Mr. Stark sent me a text message and told me that they are probably going to Xihai won’t come back until next week.” After speaking, he turned his head with difficulty and said sadly, “So I will stay in the league for another week.”

Then, Peter Parker, who turned his head, saw the paper tube on the coffee table, and the depressed expression on his face immediately disappeared: "Weird popcorn?! Hasn't it been out of production for more than ten years? God knows how long I haven't eaten it." Been here!"

Song Mo leaned on the window sill, ignoring how his Aunt Harley found the old producer of the strange-flavored popcorn because she liked this popcorn, and then threatened the other party to make a carload of popcorn: "There is still some popcorn in the refrigerator." There are many, you can take them all if you like."

The easy-to-satisfy little Mr. Spider-Man immediately let out a cheer, and then Song Mo said in his mind amidst his cheers: "If it was Charles, he would probably use words like terrorists to fool me." He spread out Spreading hands, "They always feel confident that they can stand in front and protect everyone when things come to an end."

Bangya couldn't help but said: "You said this sentence, a 16-year-old high school student doesn't have to bear so much."

Song Mo smacked his lips: "So I'm only one and a half years younger, but I have to find people to die every day in order to survive."

Bangya was silent. He used the extremely humanized brain chip with human empathy to operate for more than ten seconds before he said: "Are you jealous of him?"

"Jealous?" Song Mo's tone was unbelievable, "Jealous that he has a group of superheroes to protect him? Come on, I feel disgusted just thinking about those days."

Bangya sighed: "Then you don't need to vent your anger on a 16-year-old child."

Song Mo categorically denied, "I didn't."

Bunya: "You have."

Song Mo: "I haven't."

Bunya: "You have."

Song Mo: "I haven't."

Bangya: "You—forget it."

Why does his brain, which is 4000 years ahead of the earth's technological level, engage in such a kindergarten-style argument with another criminal whose IQ is far above the average level?

The reason for this is that he can only think of a sentence he once saw in a fan forum that he thought was very reasonable, that is, love makes people stupid.

The stupid captain stares blankly out the window, and the 16-year-old superhero eats popcorn at 59:[-] p.m., after the distant Gotham clock tower has struck twelve .

Suddenly, there was a not-so-small scream from around the Roland community.

Peter jumped up from the sofa almost reflexively: "What's the matter?"

Song Mo slowly closed the window: "It's nothing, it's just a meow."

Little Spider-Man stuffed a mouthful of popcorn suspiciously: "The meowing sound... is it so loud?"

Song Mo walked back to the sofa step by step, and pushed Peter back: "Gotham has Gotham's own rules, even if it doesn't, you can't do much, my little Mr. Parker." He walked to the refrigerator, feeling Hao took out a bowl of freshly frozen butter cubes and put them in front of Peter, "Go to bed after eating, you have class tomorrow."

Mr. Parker, who loves snacks very much but is restricted by everyone around him, including Song Mo, cheered: "You are an angel!"

Song Mo smiled, and as soon as he entered the room, he turned half of his body as if suddenly remembering something and asked, "By the way, Peter, the gift I gave you yesterday—"

Peter immediately raised his hand: "I put it at his door for you!"

Song Mo smiled and said thank you, then closed the door.

Bangya said at this time: "It seems that you can still live safely in the community alone for a while."

Song Mo hugged his Batman pillow: "Isn't this a benefit that all citizens of Gotham can enjoy?"

The artificial intelligence brain in the brain said quietly: "Do you feel sick just thinking about this kind of day?"

The smile froze on his face for a moment, and then: "Batman is not a superhero." Song Mo raised his chin as he spoke, as if it was such a proud thing, "Even he said it himself, he is a criminal."

Bangya had nothing to say and chose to shut up.

The reply from the Illuminati was very fast. Song Mo saw the message on his mobile phone as soon as he woke up the next day. Obviously, even Magneto himself thought Xavier College was a good place to talk.

This is Song Mo's first time stepping into Charles Xavier's territory a month after graduation. No one knows what agreement they reached in this secret three-person conversation. It was only made public 10 minutes later in Greenwich Big news for the village.

When the first ray of morning light shone into Greenwich Village, a three-story white bungalow hidden in the dense evergreen forest was surrounded by mutants. Set up the machine at the location, start the live broadcast, and be ready to report a shocking news about mutants once again invading the lives of ordinary people and posing a huge threat to them.

However, after they sat on the live helicopter for half an hour, the only news they waited for was——

The group of mutants simply and literally surrounded the small bungalow for half an hour, then retreated back without saying a word.

"As we know, the Mutant Registration Act in 05 ended up being abandoned due to various reasons. Afterwards, not only did we not usher in a great harmony between humans and mutants, but in exchange for those evil mutants becoming more and more powerful every time. Violent retaliation. Up until this point, as voting citizens of New York, shouldn't we have done our minimum duty and re-made the government to reconsider the Mutant Registration Act? It's time to shake their fists and fight back Yes, according to the latest report from our station reporter, half an hour ago, they had already invaded Greenwich Village in the West End of New York, surrounded an innocent family, and—"

"And trampled on the lawn I just mowed yesterday!"

Outside the small white bungalow, a bald man in a traditional green Tang suit, with garden scissors in one hand and a shower in the other, complained again: "I just trimmed it yesterday! It took me two hours! Two hours! "

"Do you know how many magic principle formulas I can analyze in two hours?!"

On the third floor of the western-style building, behind the huge circular skylight with many dense and irregular lines, a man wearing a red cloak and floating around him with several bronzing books filled with obscure magic words slowly opened his eyes from meditation. .

"You should be glad they only trampled your lawn, Wang."

Hearing the other party's understatement, Wang almost wanted to throw the kettle on the ground: "It's your lawn!"

He straightened his sleeves, and couldn't help but said: "And with all due respect, you have been staying in your broken attic for a month, is the blow that beholders have caused you that much? Teacher Gu Yi sent me to the United States He didn’t tell me that his disciple was a giant baby magician who was weak in heart and encountered setbacks and just stayed on the top of the building studying his magic books and couldn’t even take care of himself.”

Stephen Giant Baby Supreme Mage Strange: "I seem to have forgotten who was turned into a vampire by Dracula last time, and who saved it."

Wang obviously didn't want to answer this question at all: "Yeah, I seem to have forgotten too."

Strange: "Two months ago, I don't know who rescued a bald man who was kidnapped by Ursona and almost disfigured from the second latitude."

Wang: "Yeah, obviously it won't be a giant baby who doesn't even bother to fold the quilt."

The magician turned his head and glanced at the skylight, the messy bed hidden behind a huge bookshelf.He raised his hand, and the ball of quilt was automatically folded into a standard tofu cube.

He stopped arguing with his assistants, which was repeated almost every day, and picked up a magic book: "Aren't you curious about what those mutants are here for?"

"Don't change the subject." Wang, who was assigned to continue mowing the lawn and bushes downstairs, complained, and then asked curiously, "So what are they here for?"

The Supreme Mage closed his eyes again, and the shadow on the skylight was just projected on the necklace on his chest that was also engraved with complicated magic imprints, which looked ancient and mysterious.

"Do you still remember the revelation I got from the Eye of Agamotto a month ago?"

Wang stopped what he was doing.He didn't know whether it was because of Strange's whim or something else. A month ago, after waking up from his meditation, he suddenly used the gem on his chest after a long absence, and then passed a message to the Three Great Saints. Temple and the three major magic schools as far away as Scotland, England.

Disaster is coming.

"You said it was a crisis in the real world." Wang shrugged, "We can't interfere with that level."

It seems that because of the huge number of mages, superheroes and mutants in this world, and the fact that magic is too much higher than the physical level, magic has a sense of division that resists since birth, and their Magic can be used in any latitude and level, but it can only be used in the real world.

Therefore, even if Strange had encountered the disaster in a month's time in great detail, they still could only sit back and watch the earth's own creation.

Of course, he doesn't want any accidents on this planet. After all, he doesn't want to have the kind of earth that only appeared once in ancient books. After the earth is destroyed, he goes to another dimension of the earth, kills himself in that dimension and replaces him. kind of experience.Although his relatives and friends in other planes are similar to the previous one.

So the topic went back to the beginning: "So what does this have to do with those mutants?"

Strange did not answer Wang's question directly.He still closed his eyes, stroking the title page of the magic book with one palm: "It seems that it's time for me to end my meditation this time. Can I spare half a day next week?"

Wang, who thought he could finally see Strange stepping out of his safe house, rolled his eyes again after hearing the second sentence: "Stop making excuses for your social phobia."

"You are obviously free every day."

When the news of the mighty mutant team withdrawing from Greenwich Village reached the office of the principal of Xavier College, Professor Charles was dealing with his seemingly endless pile of admission applications.

"I remember you said, no matter what happens, don't try to provoke the forces in Greenwich Village."

Hank put the freshly brewed black tea on the table. Even if he was well-bred, his tone at the moment had to be a little tough.

He couldn't figure out why Charles would cooperate with Song Mo to persuade Magneto to participate in his ridiculous plan.Please, in his eyes, Charles will always be invincible. His few tough confrontations are just for his mutant students to get more equal treatment than they are now, not to mention collaborating with an anti-human Mutant forces to fight against, or help a criminal to solve his enemies.

This time Hank couldn't agree with Charles' approach: "You are not helping him, you are pampering him. To put it more bluntly, you are now in the same boat, professor."

Charles was not upset by Hank's questioning. He stopped what he was doing and smiled: "Relax, Hank, you take everything too seriously."

Hank: "I don't think there is anything more serious than fighting an alien organization that we know nothing about." He paused and added, "Especially when the partner is Eric In the case of Song Mo."

Charles raised his eyebrows: "I knew it, Hank, you have been very prejudiced against Song Mo since he was a child."

The brown-haired professor took out a book thicker than an English dictionary from the drawer, "If I were an old professor, I would definitely punish you for copying this code of conduct for mutants ten times."

Hank was going crazy: "Professor, are you still in the mood to see a joke at such a time?"

"I'm not kidding." Charles flipped through the title page of the Mutant Code of Conduct, "I just think I made the right decision. Forgive me for not being able to explain to you what that is. Because—"

There is a big "Understanding" printed on the title page of the book. Charles looked at the word and said with a smile, "Even I can't figure it out myself. Why do I think this is the right thing to do."

Hank looked at Charles, and after a few seconds of silence, he finally lost his battle: "So this time you want to use this kind of reason that is not a reason at all to convince me."

Charles took it for granted: "And you will definitely understand this this time."

[Although I don't know what exactly you want to do, but this time you can ask me for help. ]

[I am very happy. ]

On the top floor of Wayne Group, he rushed to work 5 minutes ago, and occupied the entire empty CEO's office on the top floor by himself. Song Mo, who was sitting in the assistant's cubicle making coffee, looked at the phone that had just been received in his phone with a complicated expression. New news arrived.

Especially after he checked the sender several times and confirmed that it was indeed the message sent to him by Charles Xavier himself.

"When did he become so numb?"

Bangya: "It's as nasty as a parent who is educating a son who is in the rebellious period of youth and finally sees results?"

"Then his children may be all over the world, as long as that person is a mutant." Song Mo's fingers paused on the message delete button for a while, but in the end he did nothing, put the phone aside, and browsed the news on the web Ten minutes later, I finally couldn't help but ask, "Did Bruce send me any news?"

The core intellectual brain is expressionless: "If you have forgotten the location of your mobile phone, your mobile phone is 23 cm away from your hand."

Song Mo didn't go to get it.It was rare that he didn't set his phone to silent this time, and it lasted for a day and a night, so he knew with his feet that he didn't receive anything except the text message from Charles just now.

From last night until now, after he confessed and gave gifts.

Song Mo rubbed his chin unwillingly: "Do you think someone intercepted his call to me?"

Bunya: "I can't think of anyone else in the world who can be so boring except you."

Song Mo pondered for half a second: "Talia?"

Bangya: "Even if she is an unrecognized leader of a criminal organization, I can't deny that she is an outstanding new-age woman. She won't demean herself like this. You can't slander her like that."

Song Mo: "Catwoman?"

Bunya: "You've never seen Catwoman do something so childish, Captain."

Song Mo realized later: "So you are mocking your captain for being boring, mean, and childish?"

Bunya: "It's nice to have such a deep self-knowledge."

Song Mo put the empty coffee cup on the ceramic tray with a snap, and decided not to think about those questions that lowered his IQ: "How is the progress on the Avengers side?"

It took a long time for Bangya to speak again this time: "Maybe your cooperation negotiations with them will be postponed until next week, just like Spiderman said, they will not return to New York next week."

Song Mo frowned: "Is Xihai's problem serious?"

Bangya: "From what we can find out so far, including the West Sea, the Faroe Islands and Conch Bay have been completely controlled by the Mandate of Heaven. Whether it is the local government of the West Sea or other temporary troops stationed there, they have completely defected and fallen. The news is that those areas have been completely suppressed by the Avengers, but no one knows exactly what happened."

Song Mo looked at the computer screen full of news about the Avengers' expedition to the West Sea, gloated and said, "It seems that someone's Gotham City is about to suffer?"

The artificial intelligence brain combined all the information and analyzed: "Otto wants to trap Gotham inland and become the first main battlefield. Once the war starts, all support will be cut off from these three directions, and Gotham will fall into a situation of isolation and helplessness. "

Song Mo narrowed his eyes: "Then, he will start negotiating with someone."

Bunya paused: "You know him better than I do."

First use force to force people to submit, and then pretend to be friendly and negotiate with people to establish a victory in order to maximize the benefits. Judging from the analysis of Bangya's behavior records over the years of obeying Otto, this is indeed Otto's style.

In the past, he obtained other interstellar mineral resources, wealth, and technology in this way, but this time, Otto's condition will only be one.

It was Song Mo.

The young man sitting on the desk unconsciously stroked the rim of the coffee cup with his fingers, and he looked at the empty president's desk outside the assistant's cubicle: "Then, Batman will hand me over for the peace of his Gotham. "

Bunya disagreed: "I don't think he would do that, Captain."

Song Mo didn't speak, he stared at the empty coffee cup in a daze, Bangya didn't know what he thought of, but as an artificial intelligence brain, after the analysis of the big database in the background, he felt that it must not be a good thing.

Because in terms of Song Mo's experience, there are too many things he can think of.

Bangya stopped talking, and the huge office fell into silence—in fact, it was quiet before, because they always communicated only in their heads.

After an unknown amount of time, the young man sitting on the desk finally moved.The core intellectual brain saw that the captain seemed to finally break free from a certain depression, and his eyes gradually lit up, and then whispered: "So you also think that in Batman's heart, I am more important than Gotham, right?"

Bangya was speechless for a while, and thought for a long time before replying: "You are changing concepts secretly."

Song Mo raised his head: "But the process is not important, what is important is the result of this theory, no matter what the prerequisites are, as long as he doesn't hand me over, I will definitely be more important than Gotham."

As the young man talked, he gradually lost control of his expression: "My God, I am more important than Gotham—"

Bangya looked at Song Mo and showed the familiar eredar-style smile again, and this time he was extremely mentally handicapped. He endured it, but finally he couldn't hold it back, and interrupted: "I don't want to hit you, captain, but believe me Me, your status in his heart is definitely not even comparable to Gotham's thumb."

Song Mo paused, just when Bangya thought he had finally come to his senses and was going to continue discussing with him Otto, an important issue related to his life, he saw his captain hold his face.

"Gotham's thumb is as big as an Expo."

Bangya: "???"

The captain who held his face blushed: "I am as important as 25 square meters in his heart."

Bangya: "Do you have to catch up to three decimal places?"

Captain: "My God, that's unbelievable!"

Bangya couldn't take it anymore: "Be sober, please!"

The captain, who couldn't keep his head clear at all, poured himself a big cup of coffee, and kept that expression until he got off work, so after Officer Ethan came to the Wayne Group for a stay as usual and finally met Song Mo himself at the elevator entrance , Looking at the smile on Song Mo's face, he subconsciously showed the same smile.

On the black skin, a mouthful of white teeth gleamed.

The smile on Song Mo's face was withdrawn immediately, and then he pressed the door close button of the elevator again expressionless. After the elevator was about to close again, Officer Ethan finally realized that he stretched out his arms and held down the elevator doors on both sides. , The door that was about to close was abruptly opened a crack, and the tall black police officer sneaked in quickly.

The elevator closed again, and the two stood side by side in the cramped space.

Song Mo rolled his eyes, lowered his head and started playing with his phone.

Ethan glanced at the young man next to him, and rubbed his hands subconsciously.This is already the number of times he has squatted at the gate of Wayne Enterprises when he is off work. On the first day he knew that Song Mo was Eredar, he prepared a set of apology words in his mind and practiced them repeatedly. Many times, but when he actually met people, he suddenly didn't know where to start.

He was a little nervous, although he didn't know why he was nervous.

"I heard that you are now the special assistant to the president." He finally found a suitable topic for opening, "The treatment at Wayne Enterprises is quite good, and you will definitely be able to raise enough money to buy a good grave in no time."

After finishing speaking, it seemed that it was not appropriate to say so, Ethan explained again: "I mean to your adoptive father."

Song Mo couldn't help turning his head to look at Ethan.

After getting along for so many years, even if he is not facing a second-generation clown with heavy makeup at this moment, Ethan can easily interpret the message Song Mo wants to express from that look.

are you an idiot?

Ethan looked at his reflection on the elevator door, compared to his usual resoluteness when facing criminals, maybe he really looks like an idiot now.

The black police officer exhaled, the elevator stopped at this moment, the elevator door opened, and he spoke again: "It's not convenient to talk here, I know a good restaurant, if you are free now—"

"Sorry, I'm not free."

Song Mo refused very decisively. After speaking, he stepped out of the elevator and walked out. After walking a few steps, he stopped and looked at the old man who passed him by the elevator door just now: "Mr. Alfred?"

Outside the elevator door, the old butler in a retro tuxedo nodded politely, and then thoughtfully replied before Song Mo asked a question: "I'm here to help the young master with something."

The voiceover is that Bruce himself didn't come.Song Mo withdrew his appraising eyes in disappointment, said goodbye to Alfred, turned and walked into the stairwell.

The old butler then looked at Ethan: "Long time no see, Officer Ethan."

Ethan, who was about to chase out, stopped in place, and smiled with white teeth: "Long time no see, Alfred, say hello to Bruce for me."

Before Alfred could reply, he followed Song Mo into the stairwell.Probably because he was running in such a hurry, the footsteps in the stairwell were so loud that they could be heard here, including Officer Ethan's voice: "It's okay if you don't eat, I have something to tell you, give me 5 minutes, I will I swear it won't take more than 5 minutes, you wait for me—"

"Officer Ethan is a persevering man."

Ms. Jin Funi, who had just sorted out the materials, stepped out of the temporary office next to the elevator. The lady who had witnessed the whole process sighed and said, "He has been squatting in the office every day during commuting time since a few days ago. The door is open, sometimes I saw him appearing in the news about catching criminals in the last second, and the police car stopped next to the company in the next second."

"I hope the conflict between him and Song Mo can be resolved soon. Officer Ethan is a good police officer."

After finishing speaking, Jin Funi looked at Alfred as if she had just realized something: "Sorry, did I talk too much..."

Alfred smiled: "No, ma'am. You are right, Officer Ethan is a rare good policeman."

Jin Funi smiled a little embarrassedly.

The old housekeeper who got the materials bid farewell to Jin Funi and returned to the underground parking lot, got in the low-key black car, and handed the stack of materials to the man in the back seat.

"This month, the heavy industry cooperation between Xihai's smelter and all mining companies under your name has been unilaterally terminated by them. As you said, Xihai completely cut off all ties with those companies as soon as the cooperation was terminated. , and hacked into the company's intranet to delete all information about them, but they probably didn't expect Fox to be such a cautious person. All sensitive transaction channels and handling information have a paper copy of the backup. Following this should We can find the connectors for these cooperation.”

Bruce Wayne took the thick stack of materials, and immediately showed a clear expression after seeing the direction of a large number of crude oil transactions in smelters large and small in the West Sea above.

There will be no fourth person in the world besides him, Alfred and Fox who knows that the Wayne Group has secretly monopolized all the crude oil business in the Gulf of Mexico, so the people in Xihai are not aware of the mining companies they found Most of them belonged to Bruce Wayne's private property, and he didn't know that their sudden large-scale purchase of crude oil had already attracted Bruce Wayne's attention.

Again, this sudden move to cut off all deals has exposed their intentions.

The suppression of Xihai by the Avengers is only on the surface, and the group of people behind the scenes are ready to go to war at any time.

"West Sea, Faroe Islands, Conch Bay, the next one will be the Gulf of Mexico."

"Those aliens want to turn Gotham into a deserted island."

Bruce Wayne saw Otto's intentions from the transaction information almost immediately, and he put down the information: "Go back to the Batcave, the new batch of bat mechs must complete the defensive painting in the shortest possible time."

"And your bat suit, God knows how abnormal the physical examination data was after you came back from fighting with that group of people last time." Alfred added, fastened his seat belt, stepped on the accelerator, and After the car drove out of the parking lot, I couldn't help but add another sentence.

"However, it is tedious enough to be responsible for the big and small affairs of Wayne Manor every day, not to mention helping you maintain so many equipment, so in the future, you should do errands like this by yourself. After all, you are just taking an elevator in your company. Please be considerate of the elderly, according to the labor contract law, I have reached the legal retirement age now."

Bruce Wayne: "...um."

The old housekeeper added: "What's more, it's because of the stupid reason that you dare not meet your personal assistant."

Bruce: "...I didn't."

The old butler: "I