[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Served in the center of a warm white porcelain deep plate, the salad as a starter is delicate and minimal.

Fresh lemon juice neutralizes the bitterness of dandelion and arugula, finely shredded goat cheese is embellished on the deep and light green, intertwined into a delicate taste in the mouth.

Ms. N—that is, the disguised Nightingale—the gauze in front of her has been half-folded back to the brim of her hat, revealing a gorgeous face that is very different from her original appearance. She looks mature and charming .

She supported her chin with one hand, and poked up the stems and leaves of plants that were just the right size for the entrance with a silver fork.

——The inner hall of Bingshan restaurant is a space that is separated by visual interlacing design, not completely closed but not peeped, and each inner hall compartment has its own characteristics.

The girl thought casually: If the Poison Ivy Girl Ivy was here, she might be able to overturn the entire Bingshan Restaurant directly.

Calculating the time, the most likely time for Arkham to have an accident is tonight.

Perhaps soon, Bingshan Restaurant will welcome its owner back again.

"Miss N, is today's appetizer not to your liking?"

The restaurant manager came in a little later after the waiter had brought the starters.

The handkerchief he had been stuffing in his breast pocket was a little messier than when she saw it just now, and it looked like it had been taken out and used.

Coupled with the movement she just heard, it seems that another picky guest came to the inner hall, and the supervisor was just busy with reception.

"Why, the dishes are as fresh as ever." Nightingale put down her silver fork and looked at him, "It sounds...a big person came outside?"

The director's smile suddenly became a little weird: "It's Mr. Tony Stark."

As the second-in-command of the Iceberg restaurant who climbed up step by step, the supervisor has been in Gotham for so many years, of course, it is impossible to show this kind of personality, and it is impossible to really only work as a restaurant supervisor.

As the spokesperson of the Penguin, he is, in a sense, emmm, the opposite of a superhero.

Nightingale was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't laugh out loud.

——Superhero, come to patronize the restaurant opened by super criminals, "Gotham special" can probably add another talking point from today.

"What did he order?" She asked with great interest.

The supervisor's expression suddenly became weirder: "...Mr. Stark ordered all the dishes that Mr. Bruce Wayne ordered."

Nightingale smiled slightly.

The change in expression was so subtle that even the supervisor, who had long been a human being in the Bingshan restaurant, didn't notice it.

——He has "know" this mysterious lady for many years. He has seen her face become more beautiful and full of charm year by year, but he has never seen her emotional side, and it is rare for her to be interested in anything or anyone. interested.

Therefore, when he saw that this guest, whom Mr. Oswald Coppert personally told him to treat well, became excited after hearing the name "Tony Stark", he suddenly felt curious.

...Miss N is interested in that diamond bachelor?

Then, her next order almost confirmed his guess.

"Why did Bruce Wayne come here to taste the delicacies?"

She propped her cheek and teased half-truth.

"It's not always the company of beauties, the food is just a foil, a rose with gold leaf chocolate is more pleasing to the beauties than the really delicious grilled lamb ribs..."

"If Mr. Stark really wants to try the top level of the Iceberg Restaurant, he still has to try the craftsmanship of Chef Chris - send a copy to the next door and put it on my account."

Chris, the head chef of Iceberg Restaurant, is known for his delicious meat dishes.

The supervisor immediately understood: "No problem, do I need to send you a sentence or a note?"

Nightingale chose the latter option.

She took the letterhead and pen from the supervisor, and wrote a short line of text:

【To Mr. Tony Stark from "Rich Thief", thank you for the hot dog :)】

……

"Tsk, Baby Bruce's menu is so flashy!"

In the inner hall, in another compartment, Tony Stark, who was sitting cross-legged and hugging his chest, carried a small spoon and went down with the back of the spoon, smashing the solidified caramel shell on the top of the gold leaf cheesecake.

He ate the top layer of brittle sugar with satisfaction, and took a few mouthfuls of the cake body with zero sucrose content—most of Bruce Wayne’s female companions are women who need to strictly maintain their figure—with Desserts with or without sugar have no soul!It's like eating grass but not meat!

The waiter who was waiting to be summoned not far away: "..." It was not easy to answer the question at all, and he could only smile politely.

However, he didn't know that Iron Man, who seemed to be bored and complained and found fault, was actually doing two things with one mind, manipulating the AI ​​housekeeper to invade the electronic equipment hidden underground in the Bingshan Restaurant.

"The monitoring system has been successfully invaded, Sir..."

The anti-hacking level of the Iceberg restaurant network is very high-a bit high for Gotham's average level-a direct network attack is likely to be detected by the other party.

Of course, Tony Stark didn’t come here to eat. His special button-shaped USB flash drive Trojan horse virus has been quietly pasted on electronic devices, waiting for the AI ​​butler to explore the database as if no one is in the land.

"Monitoring content detection..."

"..."

"Check the blank violation screen...No..."

"Detection of suspected mutant characters..."

"Detect the keyword [Alger]..."

"..."

"..."

Mr. Stark, who randomly ordered a bunch of dishes, didn't ask the waiter to serve the dishes in the order of the meal, so the desserts after the meal were mixed with the main course, the appetizers and the drinks, and the table was full of piles.

The desktop looked messy, as if he was in a slightly restless mood.

——According to the AI's probability calculation, coupled with his and Dr. Banner's analysis of Gotham's traffic routes and other information, coupled with the information shared by Nightwing after the crocodile attack, the Avengers believe that MMP is in Gotham There is a high probability that the base is hidden in the Upper East Side, and it will definitely pass through the Diamond District under the jurisdiction of the Penguin.

In other words, the MMP base is very likely to be involved with the Penguin.

Even if there is no involvement, this organization must have greeted Bingshan Restaurant.

But the search timeline of the AI ​​housekeeper keeps moving forward, but there is no...

"The keyword [Alger] was successfully captured, Sir."

"The virtual screen is about to be projected."

……

In the eyes of outsiders, Tony Stark still looks cool indoors wearing his pair of brown sunglasses.

In fact, at an angle that others cannot see, the inside of the high-tech lens projects a virtual light screen a certain distance away, fully displaying the captured surveillance images to the owner of the sunglasses.

It was a record with a dark tone, and the time point was the winter two years ago.

Rainy days, dark nights, back streets and alleys, stacked cardboard boxes softened by the rain, a tall and strong man wearing a chef's hat... There is also a funny and cringing lame man.

The former's sturdy body was wrapped in a white chef's uniform, standing under the eaves of the back door of the Bingshan Restaurant, and growled impatiently: "Why did you go back to Gotham?! Take the money I gave you and have a good time." Is it that hard to stay in Bludhaven?!"

The latter was wearing a crumpled old black suit, his left foot was twisted unnaturally, his back was arched, and he looked very short, like Peter Pettigrew in "Harry Potter", but that picture The raised face turned out to be pretty—poorly pretty.

"He's back...Brother...he's not dead! Alger is not dead!"

The lame and handsome young man was completely drenched by the cold rain, and he was constantly shivering—but it was hard to tell whether he was shaking because of the cold or fear—even his voice was trembling and shrill.

The brawny chef was also stunned, and after a while, he stretched out his hand to grab the young man's thin shoulder, and shouted in a low voice: "...What the hell are you talking about? He deserved to die eight years ago!"

The lame young man was caught staggering, and was forced to look up his pale face. The light illuminated the uneven scars on the skin on his face—it looked like the result of being corroded by some strong corrosive substance.

The resolution of the surveillance video in this kind of alley is not high, so in the dark, his facial features still look very delicate, but they can't be concealed when he is in the light.

"I... I saw him in Bludhaven... very dangerous, I hid..." Fear and scars made him look hideous and pitiful, "he looks exactly the same as eight years ago... no... ...God...he survived..."

"I dare not stay there...Brother...he will kill me, he will! He has this ability now!"

"If he knew that I was alive, if he knew that we were the ones who brought him together eight years ago... Uh! Woooooo!..."

The nervous thoughts came to an abrupt end, because the chef, who was probably the elder brother, covered his mouth and looked around vigilantly: "Shhh! Why are you panicking!"

"I'll have to find a way to delete the monitoring here later... Listen carefully, everyone thought that no one survived the chemical leakage accident 18 years ago, and you were one of them! Do you know? You ,already dead!"

"There happened to be a homeless man in the factory, and the number of dead bodies was right. He couldn't think of it."

"Besides, how old were you back then? Even if he saw you like this, he wouldn't be able to recognize you."

The lame young man—one of the dozens of beggars back then—still couldn't feel at ease, and struggled: "But eight years...a year ago..."

The weak words stopped at the strong stare of the strong chef: "What's the matter, it's been eight years, and you still think he was the second in command of the Bingshan restaurant? Those who followed him back then, who still remember him now? He If you can die once, you can..." Die the second time, thoroughly.

Lame youth: "But...he seems to have turned into a mutant." skbdowngg