Chapter 722: It's not a matter of money

"Bruce, oh no, Batman, smile, your expression is too stiff."
Russell glanced at the photo. Bruce looked serious under the lens, coupled with the not-so-bright lights in the intensive care room, half of his face was covered with shadows, so that his facial features were clearly defined, and his sense of coldness and solitude was high.
Tong Mingming was a bedwetting photo, which was turned into the cover of fashion impurities by Bruce's face and temperament.
I do n’t know, I thought it was a popular model next year!
"..."
It is impossible to laugh at laughter, Bruce said that the clown did not make him laugh, not to mention Russell's pale speech.
"Bruce, the more you stretch your face, the more this photo looks like, but on the other hand, if you laugh into a fool, others will definitely not believe that the person in the photo is you, after all, Batman is cruel. The image has long been rooted in the hearts of the people, right? "
Russell was bitter, but Bruce was unmoved, but he slightly hooked the corner of his mouth to make his face less cold.
Yes, it's a sand sculpture!
Russell silently gave a like, just a chuckle, the picture instantly changed.
Just like a host who is serious and telling jokes, comedy is more than a flamboyant expression, the contrast brought by the cold face is amazing.
Hundreds of photos came down, Russell wondered if he wanted to go further, a scissors hand or something.
I can see Bruce's face sinking like water, on the verge of an explosion, and decided to give him some time to buffer, and then put forward the requirements of posing.
I come to Japan to grow up, do not rush to eat a fat!
丧 "The death knell, hurry up when you get enough trouble. This is the place for clowns. Leave here to make whatever you want."
"Really?"
"..."
It looks like it's not true!
Russell pouted his lips, raised his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and suddenly raised a brow: "Just now you said the anti-knell armor, can I understand that you still don't know what happened to Los Angeles and Waterfront?"
"What happened?" Bruce frowned, telling him intuitively that it was important.
"Nothing, I recently learned a very powerful trick that I can share my vitality with others and treat each other's injuries."
Russell solemnly said: "Your injury is very serious, all cured, it will probably consume my 50 years of life."
"I'm not stupid, don't fool me with this idiom."
好 "Well, the treatment costs $ 100 million, is there a problem?"
Bruce frowned: "So cheap, are you thinking of something else?"
"..."
Poverty limited Russell's imagination and also limited his ability to communicate. He didn't want to say anything to Bruce. He slapped him on the face and forced the man from the bedside to the ground.
"His!"
Bruce felt only a warm stream of energy pouring into the body, occupying all extremities, the damaged muscles and nerves, and completed a subversive change in the blink of an eye.
Renewed!
Not only is the position of the back, the hidden injuries and strains left over from years of fighting and exercise, but also recovering under the impact of this energy.
"What ... what is this power?"
Bruce stood up in place, can't wait to throw his fists, full of vitality, giving him a steady stream of strength.
It has never felt like he is stronger than before!
"The indispensable strength of the team is regarded as a kind of super power."
Although things about Los Angeles and Seaside City can't be hidden for a long time, Russell still wants to cover up for a while, it is best to let Batman say two harsh words and give him a chance to beat his face.
However, Bruce did not take a look at Russell deeply: "You know that I will develop the 'Anti-Knell Armor', so the last time I played, I deliberately concealed my strength, and wanted to see my second ugly, right?"
Russell shook his head categorically: "No, the moves you have only recently learned, your anti-knell bell armor is still the strongest!"
Bruce snorted, flipped inside the room, found a serious hospital suit, and hurriedly walked towards the corridor window.
"Do you have any plans for the confusing Gotham now?" Russell asked as he walked, wanting to hear how professionals are laying out.
"Make fear!"
"Pretend to force it?"
Bruce ignored Russell's nonsense and said his plan: "The clown has gone to Bain. Both of them are unscrupulous lunatics, but they have one thing in common, they want to destroy Gotham."
Russell nodded: "I see, you mean, they will join forces to form an anti-bat alliance."
不 "No, I mean, dirty bombs are currently safe and there is no risk of detonation."
Bruce glanced at Russell and then said, "They are all extremely confident and paranoid people. After defeating my enemy, self-confidence will be further transformed into arrogance. They will not let Gotan's chance of destroying people, so The possibility of alliance is very small. "
"I see, they will fight for dirty bombs!"
不 "No, they are lunatics, but they are not idiots. They are very unlikely to fight."
"..."
Russell squinted slightly, he felt that he was right, but Bruce deliberately opposed suppressing him in order to show IQ.
"I don't know who the dirty bombs will fall into, but a negotiation is inevitable. Two high IQ guys fight wit and brave, during this period, Gotham is safe."
Batman continued: "My rough plan is to control the TV station first, then light up the bat lights, and defeat the lunatics in the city hall with a thunder. It will be publicized through the TV station, which will give Gotham police people confidence in victory and by the way the rest Criminals bring psychological pressure so they don't dare to act rashly, and then pull them out a little bit. "
"It sounds easy?"
"not easy!"
Batman retorted as usual, and then said: "I need a lot of information, and only by deepening the details can we reduce the risk of a failed plan."
Russell swaggered: "It will take a long time to gather information. When your intelligence collection is over, ten dirty bombs have also been blown up."
Bruce snorted, revealing the calm smile that Zhizhu was holding: "Without me gathering information, my steward Afu is done. I believe his ability will not let me down."
"You are not afraid that he will be caught and locked up, after all, your identity has been exposed long ago, there is no reason for villains to let him go."
"I believe Afu, he will never ..."
Bruce seemed to have heard a joke, dismissed his head, and Yu Guang stared at the single room at the end of the hallway, suddenly shocked: "Oh, Afu?"
This is the first time Russell has seen Bruce startled, with a Batman vest, not a rich second-generation vest, and immediately laughed: "The words are too full, there has never been an absolute in the world, no face! "
Bruce ignored Russell, rushed into the room in anxiety, holding the unconscious butler shaking for a while, angrily: "Afu, how are you here? Damn, who made you like this?"
After hearing the big name of the Wayne family steward, and Bruce's sea blow, Russell has long been fascinated, and stepped on to want to see the true face of Lushan. At a glance, the whole person was not good.
The man who was held in his arms by Bruce was wearing a bat suit, and his thin figure could not hold up the suit, an indescribable sense of humor.
Russell's expression was unpredictable, and looking at Bruce's grief and indignation, he might become violent at any time, and his expression became funny.
Is very familiar, exactly like the person just beaten by him!
Russell: 〣 (?? ﹏ ??) 〣
What a mess, what if I accidentally beat Batman as my dad's old housekeeper?
Wait online, it's urgent!
"Afu, wake up!"
The steward is still in a coma, Bruce shows his face: "Is it a clown? Damn, just to irritate me, I started so much, I will never spare him this time !!"
"..."
Russell stepped forward silently, straightened the crooked pointed ears on the bat helmet without any trace, and filled in indignation: "The clown is so distraught that I can't even see it anymore. Bruce, what do you say, I listen to you."
Bruce was about to speak, and suddenly glanced at the gold belt on Alfred's bat suit, and immediately frowned, finding that things were not so simple.
He took off his belt and checked the equipment inside: "Strange, why didn't the clown take Afu's equipment away?"
"Yeah, it's weird. It's as if the clown left the gear here for you to take away!" With his eyes locked on Batman's approaching facts, Russell hurriedly turned his attention to Dafa.
"Impossible!"
Bruce categorically denied: "The clown didn't know you would come to save me. Even if he knew it, he couldn't guess that you could cure my spine and leave the equipment to a disabled man who couldn't walk. What's the point?
Russell flashed his mind: "I think he is insulting you, meaning that the overall situation is set. Give you equipment and let you escape. You can't save Gotham."
Bruce nodded secretly: "It makes sense not to rule out this possibility ..."
Russell breathed a sigh of relief and praised his wit, but it was a pass.
"Russell, please trouble Afu with super powers!"
"..."
"What's wrong, you want to add money?"
"Uh, this is not a question of money!"
Bruce laid Alfred gently, stood up and held Russell's shoulders with both hands, and said as earnestly as ever: "I beg you, as long as you can cure him, I will agree to any request in the future."
Russell asked subconsciously: "Can Batman's sand sculptures work?"
Bruce twitched slightly, but Zheng focused his head: "No problem!"
"..."
Russell was even more panic when he heard his words ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Bruce didn't even need his face for the old housekeeper. If he knew it was his hands, it was worth it!
When Ronald thought of a superhero named Batman silently staring at himself in the back, Russell was all bad.
"Cuck ... cough ..."
在 At this moment, unconscious Alfred coughed twice and woke up slowly: "Master Wayne ..."
Bruce was overjoyed and lifted Alfred: "Afu, how are you, can your body hold on?"
Russell leaned up, spent the Holy Light with a slap, looked at Alfred with a rosy face, and narrowed his eyes and asked, "Butler, who can beat you, a clown? It must be a clown! It must be He, I just cured Bruce's broken waist, which is equivalent to life-saving grace, so it must be the clown! "
Alfred squinted his eyes, looked up and down Russell for a while, and turned to Bruce and said, "Master, it's really a clown."
Bruce was silent, staring at Russell suddenly: "So it was the clown!"
Russell: "..."
爷 The two are overcast each other, so I miss the kind of sand sculpture of Deadpool!
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