[Comprehensive British and American] Gotham Nightingale

Iceberg Restaurant.

"Duk, tuk,..."

There was a slight, slow knock on the door outside the compartment.

Iron Man, who was still wearing sunglasses indoors, held up a small spoon in his hand, and raised his eyebrows at the waiter who came in with a silver plate: "This smells pretty good...Wayne finally gave up his meal for one meal." A little gold leaf rose?"

The waiter twitched his brows slightly when he heard the words—he was really not curious about the love and hatred between billionaires and billionaires—bowed and put the plate of sizzling roasted lamb ribs on the long on the table.

"No, it doesn't belong to the menu you ordered." The waiter pulled out the note that was originally pressed under the silver plate, and slid it to Tony Stark along the white tablecloth, "This is the beautiful lady next door. gift."

Stark, who passed by among thousands of flowers, let out a humming sound.

"Oh, then this is a beautiful woman of taste."

I don't know if he is praising her for the way she looks at food, or the way she looks at men.

Or maybe both.

After sighing, the man with the moustache touched his handsome face, and politely opened the folded letterhead:

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

Rich Tony: "...?"

With all due respect, the most he's ever bought Cap is a hot dog since he came to Gotham.

America's Sweethearts = Classy Beauty?

This equation made Iron Man shudder abruptly.

The waiter waited for a long time and didn't get a reply, and he couldn't figure it out until he was signaled to go out.

What he didn't know was that at the same moment he turned around, the conscientious AI housekeeper patrolled along the surveillance system and directly locked the compartment where the letter was delivered.

At this time, the figure of the black-haired beauty was no longer in place, and the residual temperature of the black tea gave off a wisp of white gas in the air.

The private cubicle is not monitored, the AI ​​butler can only find out the process of her entering and exiting the cubicle - the delicate and soft black gauze, the tip of the chin and the red lips that are faintly exposed, beautiful but strange, and no information can be obtained by facial recognition .

In the surveillance records, the lady with a graceful figure seems to be just a diner who came here to eat, sending an ambiguous and weird note during the meal, but she didn't even intend to reveal her identity or contact information at all.

This practice of hiding the head and the tail naturally aroused Tony's interest.

"I don't know why this sentence makes me feel a little familiar... The back view in the surveillance also makes me feel familiar... Damn it, I can't remember it. This is really interesting."

He looked at the ":)" symbol at the end of the card with great interest, and his thoughts wandered around like a small fish, but he couldn't grasp the clue because of the age.

"The mysterious and regular customers of the Iceberg restaurant, and the attempted murder that was found before...or resurrected from the dead?...The case, this meal is wonderful except for the soulless Bruce Wayne menu!"

"She must have some kind of connection with the penguins. This kind of connection can't be found in the monitoring, but the streets and alleys of Gotham cannot be silent. Check in this direction, Lao Jia."

The AI ​​butler replied gracefully and smoothly: "As you wish, Sir."

……

afternoon tea time.

Back at the Nighting Bar with the "Closed Today" license plate, Nightingale sat in the booth next to the bar, slowly tore off the veil that covered most of her face, and buckled it behind Shelley's "oooooooooooooooooooo" The face of the wolf coming over.

Although it is closed today, Ryan still wore the white waiter's attire, and slowly and gently wiped the goblet with a white cloth.

The man named "Blood Clan" in the black market did not have a small knot in the back of his head today, a few strands of too long brown hair hung down from his ears, his forehead was broad, and his brow bones were smooth and deep.

When he quietly lowered those strange-colored eyes, he looked very gentle.

For a while, the two of them didn't speak, and the fine dust floated in the fairly bright bar, like a picture scroll of quiet time.

But, just like Ryan's fangs hidden under his thin lips, the letter scars on his wrists that are about to heal, and the boiling blood forced down with slow movements, the quiet time at this moment is just the calm before the storm tonight.

"Ding--"

The last cup was wiped and returned to the suspended counter.

Ryan washed the white cloth slowly, dried it with a small clip, washed his hands, and wiped his wet skin...

But in just a few minutes, the scab on the scar on his wrist fell off completely, revealing smooth pink flesh.

——At the moment when the wound healed, there seemed to be invisible fluctuations centered on Ryan, showing a radial spread, and freezing the fine dust in the air.

Honestly practical Wolf Kiss Shelley, who was wearing a black veil, trembled all over, her ears pricked up, and a vigilant growl unique to beasts came out of her throat.

Nightingale sat up straighter, and her eyes fell on Lane's canine teeth, which continued to elongate until they protruded from the tip of his lips.

The latter noticed her gaze, turned his head to the side as if avoiding it, and closed his eyes.

But Nightingale's soft but strong fingers stretched out to his cheek and snapped it back to its original position.

"Hush—don't move, honey." The girl held his face with one hand, half nostalgic and half sighed, "Gotham has been so peaceful for so long... so long that I almost forget how amazing your complete state is." Amazing... Ryan, you look even stronger than you did back then."

Probably appeased by the word "amazing", the blood race, who had completely recovered, finally opened his eyes facing her.

Under the slightly trembling brown eyelashes, the originally fascinating eyes of different colors are no longer different - they are completely covered by blood.

This makes Ryan really look like the kind of creature in myths and legends, who feeds on blood and is immortal.

However, at this moment, the legendary noble species lowered its head, suppressed its fangs that were ready to move, tilted its head and imprinted a cold kiss on the back of Nightingale's hand, and murmured reverently:

"At your service, Boss."

……

The hour hand quietly points to the Arabic numeral "7".

The knocking sound of the clock tower spread far and wide.

Gotham's gloomy sky all year round has entered dusk, but there is not even a single ray of sunset in the sky, and thick clouds are accumulating to usher in a storm.

If someone looks down from the heights of Gotham from the perspective of God at this moment, he/she will definitely be amazed that so many exciting and incredible things can happen at the same time in this town where the tracks and sewer systems extend in all directions like spider webs.

The crime of Newtown and Vice Alley pervades as the night taints.

In Wayne Manor in the north of Gotham, the weird fighting sounds and fast-moving figures are completely inconsistent with the external image positioning of this manor.

The daughter of Zeus, the demigod of the Greek pantheon, and her lover stood in the garden of Wayne Manor, talking worriedly and in low voices.

In the Wayne Building in Gotham Old Town, Iron Man, a frequent New York headline visitor, was thinking hard about the news he had found. Captain America had no choice but to order takeaway for two research madmen who didn’t want to eat when they were working. Take the nutrition package from the delivery man.

The MMP base lurking in the Upper East Side is still as quiet as a chicken, but Miller Bay, which is connected to the base, has quietly dispatched yachts one after another—and all of these have fallen into the control of the "Puppet Master" Catherine. in the eyes.

In the gloomy Arkham Asylum in the suburbs, the criminals in the hospital huddled in separate compartments, listened to the guards cursing, and received the sticky dinner from the small box at the bottom of the door.

The storm is coming.

The author has something to say: I don’t know how many friends are willing to click on this chapter.

Really very, very sorry.

The time to restore the update has been delayed by me.

I started working on my 5-word graduation thesis in early May, and started my defense on the 8000th. After the defense, I had a graduation medical examination. I went to Beijing to attend the X-Men graduation ceremony at the end of the month, and went home on June 20th. The entire month of May was basically in a state of nervous tension.

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