Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

This idea flashed by, and Laura asked Wheat Skin again:

"who are you?"

"Artemis!" Wheat Skin gritted his teeth and replied, "This is my name! I swear I will..."

Lola yanked her hair and pulled her to sit on the sofa.

The waiter walked to the door with the package and knocked on the door lightly.

"Come in," said the female guest who had impressed him.

He pushed open the door and walked in, a little surprised to see the scene inside the private room.

The tabletop was cracked, and the sofa fixed on the ground was obviously moved away by force and then forced back again. It was placed as if nothing had happened. Two female guests sat overlapping on another small sofa: a little higher The one sitting below, and the shorter one sitting on her lap.

The short man's arms were wrapped around the tall man's neck and seemed to be grabbing the back of the tall man's head.

Head to head, they are intimately drinking the same drink through straws.

The lovebirds can't wait, thought the waiter, a little surprised.

Shall I tell them that the tools are in the drawer under the sofa cushions...?

After careful consideration, the waiter decided not to meddle in his own business.

My family knows their own affairs. In order to deal with lovers who have special preferences like this pair of lovebirds, all the things in the couple's box are specially made and will not be easily damaged.

But this is Gotham after all, so these things that are not easily damaged... In fact, the damage rate is still high, and when you are unlucky, you can change it every month on average.

Fortunately, people who are willing to come here for a date and dinner are usually very generous and will leave a generous tip.

He walked forward with a smile, and put the dinner plate on the cracked tabletop without changing his expression. Turn and press, and only a light "click" sound is heard, and the heart-shaped desktop returns to its original shape.

It's just one size smaller.

The waiter calmly put down the plate and exited the room respectfully.

Lola: "...Gotham. I really love this city."

No matter what happens, people in this city seem to have a complete and strong logic to face it.

And as long as things don't fall on their heads, they can calmly pretend not to know.

Laura still remembers that when she first moved into the vacant room she borrowed, she ran into her neighbor when cleaning the room on the first day.

The neighbor is a couple with a pair of children. The daughter may be five or six years old, and the son was born not long ago.

When opening the door to take out the trash, Laura saw them walking with their daughter and son in their arms. The couple froze the moment they saw her open the door, and their heartbeats sounded like drums.

No wonder.

She just killed the people in the bar that day and left with a box of money. Not to mention the blood on her body, there are other explanations for the blood alone. The key is that her door is open, and the combination box is placed on the shoe cabinet. , People with eyes can see that box of cash.

The couple was terribly frightened. The wife strangled the youngest son crying with too much force. She coaxed the youngest son in a panic. What's going on, eldest daughter, don't look in Lola's direction.

The little girl was very cute, her eyes were dark brown.

Although the appearance of Westerners in childhood and adulthood can be said to be very different, and the color of their eyes may also be completely different. For example, their eyes were tea brown when they were young, and they will probably turn dark brown when they grow up. But now she is still young. The small, tea-brown eyes are large and moist, and still look extremely cute.

She took her mother's hand with one hand, put the other in her mouth, and looked at Laura's hair with blinking eyes.

Laura smiled at her and closed the door.

At that time, she thought that the house next door would definitely call the police, but she didn't expect that the couple did nothing, and within a few days, they got used to Laura's presence.

Just don't let the little girl go to Lola.

——Children like to play with older children.

In just a few days, Laura heard the little girl in the opposite room clamoring to play with the young lady next door several times. On average, the little girl yelled twice a day.

How nice that little girl is.

Artemis is not good at all.

The straw was forced into her mouth by Lola, and the pose was forced by Lola—the small sofa on the opposite side was nearly rotten by them, and it probably couldn’t bear the weight of two people. If Artemis sat Laura is not at ease if it is too far away.

Right now, Artemis is struggling under her palm.

She was quite docile when the waiter came, and it seemed that she didn't want to make things too big and attract some people's attention.

Laura waited patiently for a while until the waiter walked away before jumping off Artemis.

"Artemis doesn't sound like a real name," Lola said to her. "Is that your code name?"

"That's my name." Artemis said coldly, she struggled again, but she didn't dare to struggle too much because her hair was in Lola's hands.

Artemis, the twin sister of Apollo in ancient Greek mythology, the goddess of hunting and the moon.

Is it normal for someone to take this name?

"My name is Lola," Lola said. "Who offered you to catch me? Are you a bounty hunter? A mercenary?"

Artemis sneered, "Are you an idiot" written all over his eyes.

Laura thought for a while, and felt that it was impossible to get an answer by asking directly.

And she didn't really care what the answer was.

"What's the punishment for failing the mission?" She changed the question, thinking that there was no need to hide this question.

"There is no punishment," said Artemis.

She is still quite sensible.If you can't answer, you won't answer, and if it doesn't matter, you won't grit your teeth and keep silent.

Lola tilted her head and looked at Artemis, her expression seemed to be wandering away, but Artemis knew that the other party hadn't let up at all—it could be felt from the hands tightly holding her ponytail.

Damn bad luck, it's just a task of destroying the box and scaring the little girl, Artemis thought, and was beaten so helplessly, and was caught and humiliated severely.

She has not experienced this kind of shame for a long time, and no one has given her such a shame except Diana... But losing to Diana, the most outstanding female warrior of the Amazons and the princess of Paradise Island, can still make her Convinced, who is this little girl?

What is she?

Artemis is also looking at Laura carefully, the more he looks at it, the more familiar he feels, but he can't remember where it is familiar.

"Do you have any rules?" Laura asked again after thinking about it, "For example... the loser will become the winner's slave or something. Your name is the Hunting Goddess, and I remember that the Hunting Goddess is quite fond of this kind of thing. Yes, the loser has to promise the winner a few things and conditions."

Artemis could almost taste the blood in her mouth. She stared at Laura and said every word: "No. Yes. This. Back. Things."

"It seems that the terms must be negotiated before the fight." Lola was not surprised, she nodded, and loosened the golden-orange long hair that was wrapped around her hands, and then rewound it tightly, "But—— —Since I am the winner, I am in charge now."

Artemis was half dead with rage.

She suddenly raised her hand and punched Lola. The distance between them was so close that the punch seemed unavoidable, and Lola did not dodge. In fact, she seemed completely He looked at Artemis as if he didn't react.

But Artemis' heart sank.

Just like her sword was somehow taken away by the opponent before, this punch aimed at the opponent's jaw was lightly received by the opponent.

"You can't beat me," Laura said. "You are a great fighter, and your fighting skills are impeccable, but your speed is too slow and your strength is too small."

Artemis sneered.

Laura looked at her for a few seconds, looked around for a while, and pressed the summons bell.

The waiter came quickly.

He heard a question that wasn't uncommon in his career, but wasn't particularly common either.

"Do you have handcuffs here? Where's the rope? Or a bondage suit?" said the shorter girl. "Sturdy ones, not playful ones."

She slid her fingers over the tall woman, fumbled a card from the other's waist, and handed it to him.

"Check out." She gave the waiter an angelic smile.

The waiter lowered his eyes and didn't look at the tall woman, but he heard the other's rapid panting... It was really impatient, he thought, full of respect for the shorter girl in his heart.

This kind of adult woman who is full of enthusiasm, animal and aggressive is not something everyone can bear.

And this girl looked so petite and gentle—of course, the waiter knew that this girl who looked petite and gentle was the most difficult to deal with among all the people present.