[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Alfred paused for a moment while he was tidying up the branches and leaves, and then he did it again.

"Who is this other person?"

Bruce glanced at Ah Fu, and found that the expression on the old butler's face was normal, as if he really didn't notice anything, which made Bruce a little uncertain whether Ah Fu was pretending or real.

"Emmm, such as close people, family members and so on."

Ah Fu said without thinking, "That depends on the person."

Bruce clenched the shovel in his hand, coughed, and said in a low voice, "Can you give me an example, Fu?"

"For example, some people don't like staying at home very much, and prefer to enjoy delicious food in those hotels outside. Of course, I'm not talking about you, sir," Alfred added insincerely, "I agree with you very much. This move, so that people will not think that you are the black Batman flying around in the sky."

Bruce: "..."

"Some people do like the food made by their families, but on the other hand, they can't make the food particularly poorly. For example, when making a cake, they mistake salt for sugar. Although generally speaking, people who taste it will not What to say, even in order not to offend the family, I would even say that the taste is particularly good, but..."

Bruce: "...Hey!" The more he listened to Bruce, the more he felt that something was wrong. He opened his mouth and interrupted what Ah Fu was about to say, and said helplessly, "I know you must understand what I want to say, Ah Fu, so you don't have to turn around. Wan said that my cooking skills are not good."

Alfred finally stopped pretentiously arranging the branches and leaves. He turned his head slightly to look at Bruce, and said with a smile, "So, master, do you want to make a birthday cake yourself?"

"Yes, that's right, I have this idea," Bruce nodded, coughed a few times, with a rare lack of confidence on his face, "What do you think of this idea?"

"Excellent, sir."

"Then would you like to help me?"

"my pleasure."

When Brody came home, he found Bruce was sitting on the sofa, reading a magazine in his hand. From Brody's perspective, he could only see some brightly colored patterns on it.

"I thought I still wouldn't see you today, brother."

Brody, who wanted to go back to his bedroom, simply turned around, walked in the direction of Bruce, sat beside him, put his hand on his brother's shoulder, and said this.

"last night--"

"I only drank a few glasses of champagne." Bruce finished the sentence one step ahead of him, and raised his eyebrows slightly at Brody. Because of this reason, something went wrong with his optic nerve.

Otherwise, why did he feel that he could see some pride on his brother's face?

Just because you don't need to drink another bowl of special hangover soup?

Brody let go of the hand on Bruce's shoulder, turned his head sideways, lowered his head, and tried to restrain himself, but in the end he couldn't help shaking his shoulders. As a result, he laughed a few times, and heard Bruce's low voice behind him. sound.

"Can you tone down your laughter a little bit, Brody, at least in consideration of your brother being here now."

"Ahem," Brody cleared his throat, turned his head and said innocently, "What, laughter? What is that? Who laughed?" He was not ready to admit the obvious truth at all.

Bruce tapped on his forehead with his fingers, only smiled helplessly, flipped through the open magazine on his knee with the other hand, and said in a casual tone, "What do you think of these?"

"what?"

"These patterns." Bruce pointed to the page in his hand, and Brody leaned over and found that it should be a food magazine, because the content of this page that Bruce was referring to was beautiful and delicious cakes.

"Let me comment?" Brody asked, and after getting Bruce's affirmative nod, he immediately said, "I think they all look pretty."

"If you were asked to find your favorite, which one would you choose?"

Brody blinked, favorite?

So he simply took the magazine away from Bruce's lap, changed to a more relaxed posture, leaning his shoulder on Bruce's shoulder, and turned the pages of the magazine with his head bowed, only to find that it was actually full of cake style pictures.

Brody flipped through the entire magazine before rewinding to one page, "This is pretty good."

Bruce took out the magazine very naturally, looked down at the content on it, and when he found that it was a cake with a very simple style—although it was still a difficult problem for Bruce to make it perfect—he was subconsciously relieved.

"I think it's good, just like you." Bruce said calmly, his eyes swept over Brody's face to confirm that he didn't notice anything, and began to change the subject, "I heard that you and that Kent together?"

"Yeah." Because Bruce's tone was too ordinary, Brody nodded casually.

"Are you going out tomorrow?"

"Yes, I should be going out recently." Brody replied without thinking. After all, the gift he wanted to make has not been completed yet, so of course he has to go out.And he also has an appointment with Clark, and will use the excuse of going out with him, at least for a while, so that Bruce can't find out about it before the birthday party.

Bruce frowned slightly when he heard the words, he opened his mouth to say something, but thinking of the decision he had made before, he still didn't say it in the end, instead he just emphasized to pay attention to safety, and didn't say anything.

Brody thought with some pity, he thought his brother would ask him what he did out there, and he had already written the excuse in the notepad on his phone and memorized it, so that he could speak it fluently.To his surprise, Bruce didn't ask anything, and even later learned from Clark that Bruce asked the newspaper to give Clark a week off.

The two brothers tried their best to show that they had nothing to hide, no secrets, and tried to look the most natural, but they didn't know that both of them secretly wanted to give each other a birthday surprise.

Sometimes Brody would find a very fast black mark on Bruce's face, like what was left after something was burnt, and Bruce would occasionally find some crumbs that Brody had left on the sofa, looking shiny glow.When they asked each other, they felt a little guilty because both of them were hiding secrets, and they were busy covering up their own affairs, so naturally they didn't pay special attention to each other's expressions.

Until two days before the birthday party, Brody went out in the morning on time as in the past few days, then met Clark, went to their destination, and waited for Brody to take it. It was almost noon when the gift came out.

Originally Clark was going to see Brody until he got in the car, but Brody proposed to treat him to dinner.After they finished their lunch, Brody felt that he was still a little excited and didn't want to go back too much. He was worried that Bruce would see something from his expression, so he asked Clark about the arrangements for the meeting.

"I'm going to go to the bank," Clark said.

"Can I go with you?"

Clark looked at him, thought for a few seconds, and nodded.

On their way to the bank, the two of them didn't have the idea that 'silence is golden', they chatted casually, and when they just stepped into the bank gate, Brody also asked Asked if he was going to the bank to withdraw money or apply for a credit card, Clark turned his head and glanced at him.

"Actually, it has something to do with you."

Brody: "With me?"

"Do you remember the invitation letter you sent to the newspaper?" Clark said, "Afterwards, Editor-in-Chief Perry told me that the company would transfer a dress purchase fee to my account, so I went to the bank to withdraw the money .”

When talking about this matter, Clark didn't have that humiliated expression on his face, but he didn't look like he was complacent and saved a lot of money. He just said this in a very ordinary tone. The remarks.

This attitude made Brody feel comfortable getting along with Clark. Although Clark looked a little stiff in a pair of black-rimmed glasses, he actually had a pretty good personality.

But Brody didn't expect that he would miss this one.At that time, because he was the only friend like Clark, he wrote his name in his own hand and sent it to Clark's work place as soon as the invitation letter was finalized, but he forgot to send it along with the dress at that time. Originally, he planned to send the dress to Clark's address tomorrow, but who knew that the newspaper office was one step ahead of him.

Unavoidably, Brody was a little embarrassed, so he thought about doing something, "If you want, I can help you choose a dress that suits you!" You must know that during this period of time, A Fu taught him that there was such a thing as dress selection. content, so Brody thought he should be able to make some good suggestions.

The two of them stood at the bank's self-service machine. Clark was applying for an appointment and queuing up. Hearing this, he smiled, "If you don't find it troublesome."

"Of course it's not troublesome!" Brody's tone was affirmative, and even now he asked Clark's hobby about clothing with great interest. After Clark took out the appointment number, the two walked to the rest area.

There were many people in the bank lobby, either queuing up or sitting in the rest area, and the bank employees were doing their own things dutifully, until a series of rapid gunshots suddenly sounded.

A second before the gunshot rang out, Brody only felt a weight on his back. With the gunshot and screams, he was hugged and rolled on the ground. I felt my throat was fishy, ​​if I didn't close my mouth tightly, I was afraid that I would spit out blood.

A few masked men ran in with guns in their hands, and the leading gun was emitting a trace of white smoke, obviously the ones he fired just now.

All the customers and employees of the bank squatted together under the threat of guns. Some of the robbers stared at these people, and some pointed their guns at the bank leader who was in charge of the keys and asked him to open the safe door.

Clark lowered his head to prevent the robbers from noticing him. He looked sideways at Brody and felt that something was wrong with his face. He lowered his voice and said worriedly: "You don't look very comfortable, Brody, did you hit him?" Is there a gun?"

Although Clark said so, he was actually sure that Brody hadn't been shot, because he had already hugged Brody to avoid those possible bullets.

Brody just shook his head and didn't speak, because he was worried that if he opened his mouth, blood would flow from the corner of his mouth, and now his mouth was full of that rusty taste.

But the worry in Clark's heart did not lessen, and even aggravated, because he felt that he seemed to smell blood from Brody, especially when he remembered the physical changes of Brody that he had seen.

Probably when the robbers put the bundled piles of money into the bag, the sound of the siren and the trumpet sounded outside, telling the robbers to put down their guns and surrender themselves, but only the robbers came They laughed disdainfully.

They seemed to have something to rely on, and they were confident until they packed all the money they could hold. It seemed that the man who was the leader of the robber walked in front of the hostages, and his sinister and cunning eyes fell on them from the eye sockets of the mask. body.

The hostages became restless, and they didn't calm down again until several more gunshots were fired. All of them lowered their heads, not wanting the robbers to notice them. They almost unanimously understood the robbers' intentions.

They need hostages picked out individually, and cooperate with their transfer, so that the police dare not act rashly.

The robber leader's eyes fell on a fat man in gold and silver. Just as he was about to speak, the corner of his eyes was inexplicably attracted by a figure, and he looked over.

It was a young man with black hair who lowered his head slightly.The skin he exposed was fair and smooth, obviously he hadn't suffered much. The material of his clothes was just the kind that the robbers had seen before. It looked low-key but was actually comfortable and decent. It was usually the kind of fabric that the upper class liked.

Perhaps it would be better to use him as a hostage, the robber thought.

Being young means that you can live for a long time, and this kind of people often have a strong desire to survive, so they will cooperate with all their actions, and maybe his family is willing to use money to exchange him back, and then they will be able to develop again. a sum.Of course, when the time comes, the robbers will just take the money and do nothing, and will still kill the hostages.

"You, come out!" The hoarse voice that was obviously distorted and changed sounded.

Everyone quickly glanced at the direction the robber was pointing at, and was relieved when they found out that it wasn't themselves, while the pointed area panicked, and then they all leaned their bodies to avoid it until two people were exposed.

The man wearing black-rimmed glasses looked up at the robber, holding Brody tightly behind his back, preventing him from coming out.

The robber glanced at the cheap clothes on this man, clicked his tongue impatiently, pointed his gun at him, and said viciously: "Go away, get out of that guy behind you!",