[Comprehensive British and American] Capernaum

Bruce's exclusive top-floor private room is naturally the low-key luxury style of the Gotham baby, which can be seen from the fur carpet on the floor and the original Renaissance paintings on the wall.

But inheriting Bruce's consistent aesthetics, the layout here is simple in Nordic style, without any colorful colors, even the desk is painted black, and there is a tablet, a copy of "Leviathan" and a few pens on it.

"Bruce lived here for a few days last week." Tim said, "He sometimes puts some personal items here. You don't have to pay too much attention to it, just pretend you didn't see it."

Ronika carried Helen into the bathroom, twitched the corners of her mouth at the condoms and lubricating fluid on the shelf together with the toiletries, but finally said nothing.

She had to clean up her stinky best friend first, and of course sweet Tim went out to customer service to get clean lingerie while they were in the shower, while the outerwear went in the quick dry cleaner.

Ronika was wearing a bathrobe, put the little red-haired girl under the blanket, checked her pulse, and after making sure she was fine, she turned to Tim and said, "Tim, why did Bruce send the members here? What about the card for you?"

"He got tired of living in a while ago. When Afu was packing his clothes, he found them out of the dirty clothes. At that time, Bruce waved his hand and asked me to take them first." Tim shrugged helplessly, "Bruce always compared casual."

"Then why did he install a tracker and monitor for me?" The little girl tilted her head curiously.

Tim's heart skipped a beat, every nerve was vigilant, but a surprised expression appeared on his face: "Monitor? When did it happen? How is it possible? Why did Bruce want such a thing?"

Ronika bent her lips and said gently, "Don't be nervous, Tim, I won't do anything to you."

The little girl slowly approached the boy whose muscles were getting more and more tense, and asked softly: "I just want to know who Bruce Wayne is. All the newspapers and magazines in Gotham think he is an idle playboy, and I His mother thought him irresponsible and weak.

"Of course, you can't believe what the newspaper says, and don't even listen to what my mother said. So, let me ask you, Tim, what kind of person is he? He has such high-tech surveillance equipment, and installed The equipment is also very skilled, why does he pay attention to me and doubt me?"

It was impossible for Tim to answer these questions, but he also knew that any excuse would be useless, because Ronika believed that he and Bruce were on the same side.

Do you want to do it?Tim asked himself in his heart, but Ronika didn't have an attacking question, it was just a verbal showdown, so why don't you just ask her about Marivey?But will it expose Batman and Robin's identities?

"Forget it." Ronika changed the subject and looked away, "Anyway, I have more important things to deal with tonight, so I won't make it difficult for you."

The black-haired girl turned her head again and smiled at Tim. A sense of horror of being stared at by a beast exploded in his heart. Tim instinctively wanted to back up, but found that his limbs were restrained and he could not move.

"Don't be afraid." Ronika came over and poked Tim's forehead with her steamy index finger. "I have no malice towards you and Bruce, no matter who you are."

"It's just that one more thing is worse than one thing less. Please go to sleep first. Anyway, this place is safe enough. When you wake up, you will forget all the questions I asked you here. You will only remember that you guarded us all night, and me and Helen slept in the room all night."

With Ronika's soft and flat voice, Tim felt that the things she said actually happened in reality, as if this was what it was like, and it was engraved in his mind like a knife, gradually replacing the real memory.

That's it...that's it!

No wonder Malivy turned himself in, no wonder no one knew what Ronika was doing.But until now, he couldn't stop Ronika, he couldn't move his limbs, and his brain was stuffed into a picture that didn't belong to him.Tim was in a cold sweat, resisting mind control with all his might.

In the end, amidst waves of dizziness and tingling pain, the boy passed out directly.

Ronika immediately caught him, put him on the sofa, and touched Tim's slightly hot forehead. She didn't expect the other party to resist so fiercely, and she might burn out her brain after arguing for a while.

Fortunately, it succeeded in the end, but I couldn't help feeling guilty.

Ronika sighed secretly, and she took another look at the sleeping boy, put on the hanging ring, opened the passage, and stepped directly into the mayor's office.

Mayor Jones and his friends were stunned.

They were discussing how to deal with Cyril in the next step, and Jones was still wondering why the death knell hadn't responded to the message, and he didn't know if the two chicks should have been slaughtered-then, he just watched the lights in the room A huge halo, and the "chick" who should have died unexpectedly walked in front of him calmly.

He squeezed out a strange sound like a screaming chicken being strangled.

The secretary next to him pushed his glasses, not knowing whether he wanted to move forward or retreat, and swallowed carefully.The two bodyguards finally came to their senses, pulled out their guns without hesitation, aimed at Ronika and pulled the trigger.

The black-haired girl didn't change her face, she didn't even blink her eyes. At the moment when the bullet was about to tear her flesh, she raised her hand slightly, stopping all the attacks in mid-air, as if time was stopped.

Then she waved her hands and clenched her fists: the two bodyguards were thrown up against the wall, their feet trampled on the air indiscriminately, and the veins in their palms bulged, and they kept grabbing their necks, as if they were trying to pull something away.The guns in their hands fell to the ground with a crisp sound, their faces gradually changed from crimson to reddish purple, and their eyes protruded slightly.

He was about to be strangled to death by the air.

Ronika doesn't like to hurt innocent people, but she doesn't shy away from killing people.Although the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. are not the kind of people who kill indiscriminately, they never show mercy to the enemy. Even the police have to kill stubborn criminals, right?

Sith chokehold, Darth Vader's pretend X helper.

Seeing the two big men fainted, only a thin line away from death, Ronika finally let go.Gotham is Batman's territory after all, and Batman doesn't like killing people.The Ancient One said that it is polite to respect the habits of local heroes.

"Mayor Jones." Ronika spoke slowly after finishing her threatening behavior.

Although he has seen many storms and waves in Gotham (Jones is the one who has seen the clown with his own eyes), Mayor Jones is still in a cold sweat at the moment, and the secretary next to him is pitifully huddled to reduce his sense of existence, and he very much hopes that he can suddenly become proficient in invisibility surgery.

"You... what do you want?"

"You sent someone to kill me." Ronika stated the facts.

Mayor Jones only felt his eyes go dark for a while. Damn, if he knew this chick was a evil star early in the morning, why would he do it casually?No, no, he should have strangled his nephew who had done more than succeed but failed in the first place!

"It was a misunderstanding." The mayor said cheekily.

"I don't mind this." Ronika frowned slightly when someone interrupted her, and the evil spirit on her body uncontrollably poured on the other person on purpose. The strong bloody smell made the secretary tremble with fear.

"I'll ask you an answer." Ronika smiled slightly. "Why did you hire someone to kill me?"

"You killed my nephew, and..."

Seeing the other party's faltering, Ronika snorted softly from her nose. Mayor Jones was able to achieve this position, to some extent, because he was able to understand current affairs and act according to the wind, and immediately murdered Wayne privately. The matter of blaming Cyril for giving birth to a daughter was told, and of course, there were also those shabby things in the Gotham gang.

Was it because of Wayne's surname, not her special ability?

"Who told you that I killed your nephew?" Only she, Helen, and Maliwei knew about this, and obviously, the memories of the latter two had been erased.At best, there will be some smart people who are a little skeptical, such as Gordon and Bruce.

"Someone told me anonymously." Mayor Jones immediately said, fearing that Ronika would not believe it, he winked and asked the secretary to open the drawer and take out some photos.

Above is the scene of Ronika and Maliwei in the abandoned factory, when Maliwei was still tied up.That's right, since it was Maliwei who was kidnapped by Ronika, it must be Philip Jones who was killed by Ronika.

"You don't know who gave it to you?" Ronika tapped the photo.

"I don't know, it was put in a white envelope and stuffed into the mayor's mailbox."

"You are so cautious, you never thought about verifying it, and you just believe in an anonymous letter?"

"...It was also because...there was no other way." Mayor Jones hesitated to speak.Ronika immediately understood that whether she killed Philip or not, the other party only wanted to kill her to anger Bruce.

Mayor Jones didn't have much affection for this nephew. When he threatened Gordon to thoroughly investigate the case, it was nothing more than feeling that he had been slapped in the face.

Plastic uncle and nephew love.

"Don't kill me." When the other party saw that Ronika stopped asking questions, he suddenly realized that he was useless. In order to silence him, Little Wayne would never let him go.

But the black-haired girl didn't do anything, she just put away the photo and looked sideways at the other person, not knowing what she was thinking.

What is Ronika thinking?

She was thinking about who was targeting her. No matter who that person was, the other party knew her special ability and had been monitoring her before. The purpose was not clear, but his attitude was definitely not friendly.

Alone, not yet fully adapted to this body, and the other party has the upper hand in terms of intelligence.Ronika sighed deeply, she didn't like being in such a passive situation.

Therefore, there is a new plan for the disposal of Mayor Jones.She did intend to silence her, or at least erase her memory, but now it seems that she must have more power.

"A person's superpower is 'power', so a person's influence is 'momentum'. Although a strong force can restrain all 'momentum', it is very important to create momentum when the difference in 'force' is not much different." ’” Her mentor once taught her.

This is Gotham, and Gotham is ruled by rich people and dignitaries by day, and by gangsters and Batman by night.Anyone who wants to do something in Gotham must go through those people unless they have the power to crush everything.Even the assassination, or testing of her this time, was done by the mayor and the death knell.

In other words, the opponent is afraid of Gotham's local "potential" and has no ability to crush himself.

Ronika smiled and said to Mayor Jones: "I will not hurt you, I will even help you secure the mayor's position and deal with Cyril and Falcone together."

"I'll even convince Bruce Wayne to be on your side." Of course, it's likely to use Sith mind control to help.

"What do you want." Survive a catastrophe, and even kill political enemies?In addition to being pleasantly surprised, Mayor Jones also understands that everything has a price.

"Control Gotham." Ronika said with her hands behind her back, just at the moment when Gotham started to thunder and rain, a flash of lightning flashed across the window of the mayor's office, making half of the girl's body hidden in the shadows, and half of her body shining so frighteningly.

It's like the big villain in the movie.

"If you control the Wayne Group, you can control Gotham's economy; if you control the city government, you can control the rules of Gotham during the day; if you control the gang, you can control the order of Gotham at night." Ronika continued, " I have a preliminary plan, you all come and listen to it, tonight will be very long."

The mayor and the reporter thought about it, and immediately switched from the perspective of the victim to the accomplice. They gathered around the table, no longer afraid of Ronika, and even happily helped out with advice.

Ronika: ...As expected of Gotham, the folk customs are simple and talented.

You ask her how she feels about starting to rule Gotham so casually?Ronika said that she was not panicked at all, she was used to it long ago.

You must know that in another world, a certain crayfish once said a wise saying: "If you want to make troubles, you have to make big news. I never do small things below the planetary level."

Compared to Mr. Tony's constant cosmic events, she just wants to rule Gotham in order to protect herself, which is completely insignificant!