Honey, killing is my job [Batman]

Strange friendships start out weird, and the friendship between Hull Reynolds and Deadpool Wade Winston Wilson is like a death bet at Margaret's Bar, hoping that the other party will die a little longer.

It took her a year to adapt to her identity, and then to explore her mastered skills and professional ethics from the broken memories that could not be broken any more.On the topic of morality, she was so poor that she couldn't bear to look at it. Weasel said that she went to nightclubs to assassinate, and maybe she could earn some extra money as a timekeeper at the same time.

Regarding her integrity, on the one hand, it is because of her mastery of the body and psychological endurance that she always fails in missions, and on the other hand, she always feels that the other party can save her again.

Fortunately, in the following year, she finally found her way. She found out about her past from the mouths of strange people she met in the business.

I was worried that I was actually a billionaire before, but the password of the small treasury, which only I know, will be destroyed once it is forcibly entered.Obviously, she was overthinking, 'she' was extravagant before, and all the money she earned was spent on pleasure, high-end red wine in the swimming pool, luxury villa vacation and leisure, tens of thousands of dollars of brand-name bags and then willful destruction, etc. It's really a bit There was no deposit left... Fortunately, she took good care of her body, and Hull smiled gratifiedly. She took her luggage from the yellow taxi firmly, and blew a kiss to the lovely Dauphinde.

"Sweetie, remember to reimburse the fare to Deadpool~"

Dauphind smiled and showed his big white teeth. Indian love songs were playing in the car. Hull didn't understand a word in the long tone. Where is the climax of love.

"I wish you success in your business, Miss Black Rabbit~"

Hull looked at the tail of the car going away on the road. He was wearing Al's pink and tender flamingo shirt that had just arrived, and he was officially stepping in the old city of Gotham City.

On the concrete floor there was soil brought out from the green belt, and the dark brown soil on the road that had just rained had crushed the footprints of pedestrians.Hull squinted his eyes and opened the small notebook, looking at the address he had jotted down randomly by looking at the streetlight. The words "a street" were emphatically circled in red pen.Hull looked at the rain stretched by the light like a silk thread through the dim light. She finally found the dilapidated road sign within the reach of the light, with mottled words on it - "A Street".

"The name of this street is really crazy, so talented." Hull sighed, and then found a rental house according to the route, which was also small and old. When entering the door, there was a large bedroom with a bed next to the wall, and the rest The space is the living room, and the poor-quality wooden door on the left is the kitchen, which is like a rectangle, with the bathroom at one end, and the poor balcony at the other end, which is just too small for three people to turn around.

She took out the photo folded several times in her pants pocket, a man wearing glasses, curly brown hair, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his face looked very gentle and sunny, but his eyes revealed extreme brilliance, and that smile seemed to be embracing the other person Calculated and dissected, in order to see clearly the dark red undercurrent under the dripping blood, eager to frenzied power to play with the prey.

She opened her pamphlet, and wrote the other party's name on it——Jonathan Klein.Let’s take a look at the specific operation again—the employer requires a violent beating in public (the employer’s ps: it’s best to be half dead).

"Tsk tsk, the price tag is 50 U.S. dollars." Hull fiddled with another one in his pocket. This one was even worse. It was an old gangster with a full beard. There was half a face, with a ferocious and winding scar slanted from the top of the forehead to the ears, with a very hostile expression.The price was marked on the pamphlet, which was 40 US dollars, and he demanded to be assassinated because he had raped a certain female police officer in prison before, which made another unknown person who had always loved the female police officer angry, so he found the lovely black policeman. bunny girl.

She is even less interested in more specific details. This kind of plot can be classified as love killing. The only thing she has to do is to leave.

Hull put on the tight-fitting black luggage, put on a mask and installed the equipment, and set off for the destination.

In the center of the new city, bustling and noisy, rich buildings are full of rich clothes, corruption and greed.

Bruce Wayne was driving his new girlfriend in a luxurious super sports car and was overtaking wantonly. Two patrolling traffic policemen looked at Bruce's handsome face of a familiar playboy. Then stop the fine and drag it away.

After arriving at the meeting place, the opening was the same, with receptions, fawning, and paparazzi who couldn't get rid of it. I look forward to digging out more gossip about Wayne Enterprises' son brother, and he appears in the gossip almost every day.

While others are envious, what is even more envious is the incomparable wealth brought by the industry behind him.

Bruce nonchalantly picked up the goblet, and the olives soaked in the amber champagne as he swung it was mouth-watering.Just like the people from all walks of life around him, they covet him.

Alfred said that, as a dandy rich kid, he had to socialize 'normally'.