Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Laura was actually a little confused.

According to her thinking, after discovering that everything in the laboratory had been removed, the first thing the fat man would do was to notify his superiors, and then the controller of the laboratory would be furious and look for the guy who took away his goods.

Gotham City will be disturbed by their fanfare.

In fact, Laura felt that this plan was a little nonsense and not in line with normal logic, but the gangsters and underground forces in Gotham City seemed to be so arrogant all the time.

The biggest role of Batman in this city is to maintain the balance of different gangs and evil forces, and then to save innocent citizens of Gotham City.

Laura can also understand.

The saying that two fists cannot defeat four hands is still very reasonable among people without superpowers. Batman's opponent is more than four hands. Gotham City has been rotten from the root. City, it is not even an exaggeration to say that the people he wants to contend with include the citizens of Gotham City, and even himself.

Gotham's problems are the city's problems.

In an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

——Anyway, it's not about Laura's business. Laura just wants to see what Batman looks like from a distance.

Although it is unscientific to recognize parents based on their appearance, she is so good-looking, so good-looking!

Even if it is a combination of the advantages of both parents to get such a face, the parents still need to have a basic set, right?Still have to pay attention to a little genetics, right?

So her biological parents must have been good looking.

And there were bound to be striking features she saw in her own face.

Like her pure, contrasting red hair and green eyes, like the innate dignity and purity of her looks.

And her perfect to incredible body proportions.

Unexpectedly, things started to go off the rails from the first step. She just found a fast food restaurant, bought a sundae, and threatened a man who was trying to steal his car to drive her away.

After sitting in the driver's seat, Lola realized that she couldn't drive.

She had no choice but to transfer to the passenger seat resentfully, and threatened the unlucky guy to drive her to the hotel built above the laboratory.

Because the unlucky guy was very obedient, Luo La gave him a handful of banknotes and a few bags of drugs when he left.

"The purity is very high, and it's useless for me. You can play with it." She said generously, and stroked the curly hair that looked like instant noodles. "Your hair is really unique. Please spare your life."

Then Laura took the elevator upstairs.

She didn't realize that there was anything wrong in the hotel. It was early in the morning, and it was obvious that a party had just been held here. Empty wine bottles and glasses were piled high, and it was not surprising that there were people lying crookedly everywhere.

It's just that even the waiters are all over the place a bit incomprehensible.

But who knows what kind of eccentricities rich people have, maybe they are playing a sand sculpture game of "I will write a bad check to whoever drinks too much", attracting a lot of waiters to fill the drink first?

Since there was no one there, Laura happily wandered around the hotel.

She has never seen such a luxurious hotel. The marble floor is so shiny that she feels a little uneasy walking on it.

It's not that the soles of the white tennis shoes have stained the marble floor, it's mainly that Lola is wearing a skirt and no safety pants... There is always a feeling that the ground is so reflective that people can see her underpants.

After wandering around for a while to satisfy her curiosity, Laura went upstairs and found a hall with non-reflective floor and carpet to continue shopping.

She heard someone approaching, but didn't feel there was anything to hide from.

It wasn't until the other party pushed open the door suddenly that she pulled her attention away from the cello that was leaning against the grand piano, which looked very "high-end" at first glance, and cast a casual glance.

After only one face-to-face meeting, Laura felt that she couldn't take her eyes off.

This man, this man—although he is a bit older, he is also very good-looking!

He looks so good that people can ignore his age!

No, wake up, Lola said to herself, he's still a little older, he's completely out of the age group that Lola would be interested in.

Lola only likes boys of the same age group, teenage ones, it doesn't matter if she is a few years older than her or a few years younger than her-if it is really good-looking and appetizing, even in her early twenties.

But this man's face is super punchable!

——If he was 25 or six years old, Laura would be able to accept it.

But he looks like he's in his 30s!

Not the kind in his early thirties!There must be 35 six!

Although it is also a great age full of mature charm, a man's prime time... But Lola is only 15 years old.

She doesn't look particularly old, although Caucasians generally look as old as 20 years old at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Laura just belongs to the minority with a face that matches her age.

She is very good-looking, but also very young, she looks like a minor.

——Even if this man suddenly fell backwards so that Laura felt that age was no longer a problem, she couldn't stand it.

A rich man in his thirties is walking with a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old girl. If there is a feeling of intimacy beyond the scope of father and daughter... Laura shuddered, disgusted by the imaginary scene.

She easily flashed to his side and helped him up.

"Oh," she said in surprise, "what's the matter with you?"

Bruce steadied himself with Lola's strength.

Even though he almost fainted just now, his eyesight and logical ability have not stopped functioning.Bruce was sure the girl was moving towards him at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

He calmly and quickly looked at Laura, judging the enemy and us, and decided to take the lead in probing: "I think there is something wrong with the air..." He tried his best to make himself look more defenseless than the actual situation.

"Really?" Laura said in surprise, she sniffed the air with a disgusted expression, "It smells a little wrong."

"There's been no one the whole way I've been here," Bruce said weakly. "You know what's going on? You don't seem to be bothered."

"I just came here. I don't know what happened." Laura said honestly, "I just came here to investigate things here."

Truth, Bruce judged quickly.

He relaxed a little bit, thinking that Laura might be a young esper with some ignorance, who barged in carelessly after hearing about the situation in Gotham City.

She thought Gotham City would make her a superhero, but Gotham City can only swallow her goodness.

It wasn't the first time Bruce Wayne, aka Batman, had encountered such a ignorant kid.

"Excuse me," Bruce said, "Can you take me out of here? Just take me to the parking garage downstairs. My driver is waiting for me downstairs."

"Okay." Laura agreed.

She looked at Bruce's pale face—half pretending, half genuine—and couldn't help touching his face lovingly:

"But your driver is definitely not downstairs, there is no one downstairs."

She paused.

"Your face is so cold." She said, ignoring Bruce's astonishment and slight resistance, and touched Bruce's neck, "You can't drive home by yourself—I can't drive either. I'll find someone who can drive." Someone from my family will send you off."

Bruce's back muscles tense uncontrollably as Lola's hand rests on his carotid artery, then slowly relax.

"Where did you find someone?"

He has a good idea of ​​the law and order in Gotham. At this point in time, no one will wander around.

"The person who sent me here hasn't gone far. I'll call him back." Hearing Bruce's heartbeat that was getting weaker and weaker, Laura made a decision, "This place is too dangerous for you. You must leave immediately here."

She helped Bruce to the edge of the small balcony.

The party hall is on the top floor of the hotel, because the nighttime climate in Gotham City is so special, it is so humid that the air seems to be suspended with water mist all the time, and the doors of the small balcony are locked tightly.

Bruce realizing what she wants to do:

"This...young lady, I'm afraid this is not an elevator..."

"My name is Laura." Laura smiled at Bruce, her green eyes like spring buds shone kindly, "What's your name?"

Bruce froze for a moment.

Laura noticed.

"Are you famous?" Laura said, and then asked herself. "Yes, you must be famous."

She smiled embarrassedly, her cheeks flushed slightly: "Then I don't know who you are, will it be embarrassing?"

"No... Laura," Bruce hesitated for a moment and spoke to Laura in a gentle, elder-like tone, "You can call me Bruce. Bruce Wayne."

Laura nodded: "Okay, Bruce."

She kicked open the door of the small balcony.

Bruce struggled to death: "If you are not familiar with this place, I can tell you where the elevator is..."

"I know where the elevator is, but the elevator is too slow, it will take 2 minutes, not counting the time we walked to the elevator entrance." Laura said, half-armed Bruce and walked to the balcony, "Do you mind if I know you height and weight?"

Bruce: "..."

"It's okay, I was talking too much," Laura said understandingly, "This is a personal affair, I shouldn't ask. Sorry."

Her apology was sincere.

The author has something to say: Thank you Yan Sheng for throwing a mine!

Thank you for throwing 2 mines!

Thank you Meowxue for throwing 3 mines!

Thank you for referring to Confidante for throwing a bazooka!

Thank you for your enthusiasm! !