Anti-Hero Lola [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

At this point in time, the fog in Gotham City is the thinnest.

Laura sat on the roof of the factory, waiting for the sun to shine on her through the clouds. For her, this was the only big meal of the day.

The energy provided by the food is far from supporting her activities. Laura always feels weak, but she feels reluctant to leave here.

Not every city is as messy as Gotham. Lola doesn't have any documents, but in Gotham, as long as she slaps the money on the table, things can be done properly.

Moreover, the people who handle the affairs are still very tight-lipped. If you say you can’t get the news out, you won’t get the news out. You can get any certificate you want, and you can get the real certificate.

Just expensive.

Insanely expensive.

But money is also super easy to get!

Wander around the alleys in the middle of the night, and you will definitely catch someone doing illegal transactions!The boxes they traded in were full of cash without consecutive numbers, and they could be spent as soon as they were taken away!And Gotham City is too chaotic, no one can find out the source of the money!

Although Lola doesn't have much experience, she's not stupid. In addition, she can also surf the Internet, so she can understand the situation in the surrounding cities. She knows that only the crazy and chaotic Gotham City can breed this kind of atmosphere.

The illegal transactions in other cities are not so efficient. This is a specialty of Gotham City.

It's funny to think about it, this city is literally a crime city.

However, Lola is also quite satisfied with Gotham City. Order has its benefits, and chaos and madness have its benefits. She personally prefers a chaotic city, where she doesn't have to be restrained to play.

The sun licked and licked her exposed skin, Lola raised her head, narrowed her eyes in enjoyment, and showed a sweet smile.

This smile was frozen on the big screen.

The person in front of the screen sat upright, staring intently at her smiling face.

His green eyes were not as clear and soft as Lola's, but as cool as moss.

Metropolitan City, Lex Group.

Mercy didn't know exactly what work was waiting for her until she actually walked into the office.

But she doesn't mind this, she has long been used to the state of knowing her work well, but she has almost no idea of ​​the consequences behind the work.

— that doesn't mean she's really ignorant of what her job leads to, but rather, she's quite aware of it all.

Saying this is just so that there is a decent way to escape responsibility, just like cunning arms dealers say that they only manufacture arms and should not be responsible for the war.

I don't know what happened recently, but her workload has suddenly increased. Her immediate boss, the owner of the Lex Group, Lex Luthor, seems to have a plan that requires his full attention.

Whatever had caught his attention, all Mercy knew was that Lex hadn't been paying attention to the operations of the syndicate for a full week.

This means that her workload has been multiplied several times out of thin air, and all the legal and illegal experimental results will be transferred to her.

And Mercy hates those experiments—she has to admit that she is still a bit hypocritical in her bones. If she hadn't personally touched the finished products of those experiments, and hadn't witnessed those disgusting creatures with weird genes open their eyes, she would be able to be justified Convincing herself that she was just doing her job, doing her job.

The atmosphere in the office is a little different today.

Mercy saw the girl on the big screen at a glance.

She opened her eyes wide, but then she calmed down and walked in front of the boss as if nothing had happened.

"Suspend funding for the Gotham City lab, get rid of that crazy experimenter," said Lex Luthor, still staring at the smiling face on the screen without blinking, "clean up the traces of her .”

Mercy asked, "Should she be hunted back to the lab?"

Of course she could recognize who this girl was.

Experiment No. [-], as a clone based on the genes of Superman and Lex Luthor, miraculously grew into a girl during the development process.

A severe genetic defect caused her brain to be inactive long before she was fully formed, and Lex's best efforts could not save her back.

If Moxi remembered correctly, the No. [-] test subject had already been declared abandoned.

"Not for the time being." Lex paused, pondered, and said, "She's in Gotham now... prepare her ID."

"Yes, boss."

Mercy didn't ask any questions.

"No," Lex changed his mind again, "don't let her get it too easily."

"Yes, boss."

Laura, who was still enjoying the sunshine in Gotham, didn't know what happened in the distant metropolis, nor did she know that the parents she was looking for—one of the parents already knew her existence and her location.

She just happily sat on the roof of the factory until the sun rose and was blocked by the thick dark clouds in Gotham City, and then reluctantly left here.

The mint green skirt has been tossed to a little dirty, Laura despises it very much, and specially turns back to the place where she lives temporarily to change clothes.

She spent half of that box of banknotes on clothes and shoes.

The main reason is that she has no other extra expenses: food, clothing, housing, and transportation. She only needs to solve the first item, and naturally she will not be stingy in this regard.

It took a long time for Lola to choose a retro wine red velvet suspenders from the closet to wear on the inside, with a white cotton shirt on the outside, with only one or two buttons loosely buttoned; Pleated skirt, the texture of flannel makes this skirt look a bit older, but it is just right for young girls to wear.

For shoes she chose a pair of cowboy boots, the kind cowboys wear in western movies—men's only, but a small Roller can be worn with great effect.

When standing in front of the mirror, Laura was almost amazed by herself.

Her clothes are generally soft and girly, but the hard cowhide boots, small high heels and pointed heads, as well as the practical style of men, all weaken Lola's girlishness and make her look full of momentum. .

Laura happily held her face in the mirror for a long time before going out. Before leaving, she grabbed a dark gray beret and put a pair of sunglasses on her face.

When she arrived at the agreed place, the connector had already sat opposite her and waited for her.

"Am I late?" Laura was a little surprised, she trotted over, her thick red hair dangling behind her, "Are you here so early?"

"You are a big customer, and the service we provide is of course one of the best." The connector said, he stood up from the bench, took off his hat, and revealed a face that looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old. "Sit down, sit down - if you don't mind, we might look a little like a couple of lovebirds on a date."

"It's okay." Laura said briskly, "Where's my ID?"

The other party handed over a small box, wrapped like a small gift.

Laura took it over, looked it over, and saw the passport, driver's license, and social security card in the box, as well as some odds and ends gifts, a few credit cards, and a few phone cards. The approximate identity of the registrants for several cards.

It's still matching.

The connector looked at Luo La with a smile, as if he was waiting for her to open the box for inspection, but Laura confirmed the contents without opening the box at all.

She readily handed over her white satchel and paid the balance in cash.

The connector was not surprised either. He took the satchel and asked politely, "Are you sure you don't want to keep your bag?"

"No, I just took it casually. This bag doesn't match my clothes. You can take it away." Laura said, "It seems to be a very expensive brand. You can give it to your girlfriend."

She gave him a friendly smile, and left here holding the box.

Gotham during the day is very bustling compared to night, and from the outside, Gotham during the day is actually very ordinary.

The small shops on the street are all open, the road is full of joking pedestrians, young parents are walking leisurely with their dogs and children, elderly couples are helping each other to cross the road, and the vehicles are also well-behaved. Crossings with traffic lights will also slow down for pedestrians.

Up to now, Laura is in a good mood.

In her heart, she planned to find a place that was pleasing to the eye and rent a house. It was not impossible to live in the temporary place, but after all, it was a dove occupying a magpie's nest. If someone suddenly returned home, it would be difficult to figure it out.

But the most troublesome thing is that there is no water, electricity and electricity in that room. If you want to eat something in the middle of the night, you have to go several kilometers away-there are only a few convenience stores in Gotham City that dare to open 24 hours, otherwise It's just fast food places, and Lola is tired of hamburgers.

She wasn't tired of pizza yet, but sooner or later she couldn't take it anymore.

She doesn't have much money left, where can she get some more money?You can't do too much about roadblocking and robbery.

The news of Gotham City is still very well-informed sometimes. There have been rumors that "a young lady with red hair and green eyes is cheating on Gotham City". Get Batman's attention...

Batman will always pay more attention to the new rising forces in Gotham City.

While thinking about what to do next, Laura crossed the road and walked to the luxurious restaurant across the street.

She took off her sunglasses when the waiter came up to her.

... Then she noticed that the lenses of the sunglasses were purple.

... It's fine with purple, but it also has a laser effect, which will change the color with the angle.

...the laser effect is more colorful.

Absolutely!Why didn't she notice her sunglasses so hot all the way!

No, the most important question is why did she buy such hot-eyed sunglasses back!

It must be a gift, Laura thought, throwing the sunglasses into the trash can nonchalantly under the surprised eyes of the waiter.

"Hello," she then asked gently, "Is there a private room?"

"Yes, ma'am, how many are there?" The waiter immediately put on a polite smile.

"Hmm..." Laura smiled, "There are two of them."

The author has something to say: Thank you for throwing a landmine!

Thank you, why not go back and throw 2 mines!