Anti-invasion of the heavens: water drops in the beginning

Chapter 147 The Gunshots in the Alley
In Wayne Manor, Chen Guang and Thomas have not talked about money.

The two chatted about wine tasting, about artworks, and even exchanged their cognition and views on the world, and even Thomas's political inclinations that he never easily revealed outside.

But the most talked about, of course, is about the children.

Martha liked Karl very much, and Karl liked Martha very much.

This sensible child, just like he never took the initiative to inquire about the family's financial situation in the past, he has never had any questions about his mother.

He always hides all his sharpness, making himself like a soft cotton, afraid of hurting anyone, even his father who seems extremely powerful.

However, Thomas looked at Martha, whose smile gradually softened during the contact with Karl, and couldn't help asking, "Excuse me, I don't know about Karl's mother..."

Thomas didn't like to poke people's scars, but he was sure that this man named Chen Guang would never be hurt because of this incident. Thomas even wondered if there was something that could change the color of this man who had always been calm.

He has been dealing with people for decades, and he can easily see whether a person is pretending to be powerful, or whether he is really confident from the bottom of his heart.

Chen Guang thought for a while, since Thomas asked Karl's mother instead of his wife, then he should tell the truth.

"She left...because of a natural disaster, she went to another world." Chen Guang said calmly.

Thomas was silent, but Carl, who was outside the door, suddenly froze, and his high spirits were almost visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Thomas suddenly realized something.

Could it be... that's why this man has been working hard as a firefighter for the past seven years?
Could it be that his wife died in a fire?
Thomas secretly sighed, no matter how strong a person is, when faced with the departure of the one he loves, he will feel uncontrollable pain in his heart.Even after seven years of resolution, is he still unable to let go?
So he patted Chen Guang on the shoulder with a more intimate attitude than before, and apologized: "She must be an excellent woman."

Chen Guang thought about it, Carl's parents were both high-ranking officials of Krypton and scientists, they were indeed excellent.

So he nodded and said: "That's right, she is very smart, knowledgeable, and farsighted. She gave all the hope of life to her children, but it's a pity that she never had the opportunity to express her boundless love to Karl directly."

With the crazy opposition of other Kryptonians, Superman was secretly sent to the earth, and the dwarf was taller, which is indeed a visionary.

Even Bruce had a wonderful childhood, but Carl almost never spent a day with his parents on Krypton in any parallel world.

Karl in the manor had gradually filled his eyes with tears.He didn't know why his hearing was so sharp and he could hear his father's conversation clearly, but this little thing didn't matter.

The important thing is that this is the first time he talked about his mother's information from his father.

All the hazy guesses before became clear.

He knew now that he had not been abandoned by his mother.On the contrary, my mother loves me deeply, she is an excellent and strong woman, just like my father.

It's a pity that an unstoppable accident took away the life of his mother... Karl, like Thomas, had an instant enlightenment like a blessing to the soul.

No wonder my father wanted to be a fire alarm despite being so rich...

He probably never wanted another innocent person in this world to be devoured by accidents like his mother.

Carl clenched his small fists, and in his heart, the same goal rose.

In the future, I will also become a hero who protects the innocent!

Thomas felt that it would be impolite for him to continue talking about this topic. Just as he was about to change the subject, the butler Alfred suddenly pushed the door open and walked into the living room. Congratulations, Charles Sionis, on your decision."

Thomas frowned slightly, apparently having heard the name before.Chen Guang was not very familiar with this name, but it seemed to have appeared in the comics he had read, so he quickly remembered it.

The name Sionnis...seems to have someone among Batman's villains.

A second-tier gangster, Roman Sionis.

He has a more familiar nickname, Black Mask.

Chen Guang raised his eyebrows, the father of the black mask came to find Thomas?interesting.

Thomas confessed his guilt to Chen: "Sorry, excuse me, it won't be too long."

After finishing speaking, he left the living room and went to the main entrance of Wayne Manor to greet the guests.

Chen Guang didn't need to follow, he could hear Thomas' every move clearly.

He came to the back garden of the manor and looked at Carl, whose eyes suddenly became firm, feeling a little puzzled.

When Charles, this thin man and Thomas came to a certain reception room of the Wayne mansion, he took off his tall hat by the fire, greeted the owner here, and said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations!" You, Mr. Thomas, I heard that you declined the invitation to the Court of Owls? I have to say, this is definitely a wise decision."

Thomas raised his eyebrows and said with a plain polite smile: "Thank you, I just didn't expect such a small matter to reach your ears? It seems that you are very well informed."

Charles chuckled, put on his black top hat again, leaned on his crutches and shook his head, "If I was really well-informed, I wouldn't have heard about it a month after you rejected the owl court."

He mocked disdainfully: "The guys in the Owl Court are a group of hypocrites who are sanctimonious. They even demand that every member of the association hand over 15% of their property when they die. A greedy organization like this even claims to know how to accumulate wealth. , Let the wealth circulate and pass on from generation to generation? Bah! If this goes on like this, within a few generations, those stupid people who joined the Owl Society will be hollowed out by them!"

Thomas looked at Charles calmly, and said softly, "I can feel your anger. Although we have different starting points, we are all dissatisfied with the Owl Court. So, what are you doing here today?"

Charles lowered his voice, looking at Thomas with vulture eyes, and when he smiled, there was an undisguised greed in the folds of his skin.

"I'm here to invite you to join our 'Masquerade Council'. Unlike those guys, we don't have any mandatory requirements, and all members voluntarily hand in donations for the organization..."

"Enough." Thomas interrupted in a deep voice.

Charleston's complexion was not good, but before he said anything, Thomas finally couldn't suppress his disdainful smile: "The Masquerade Council? A white racist association that has been inadvertently active for a long time? I heard that all of you are wearing white skulls mask?"

Thomas stood up, with a contemptuous arc on his mouth: "Why do I feel that your parliament sounds like a parody of the owl court? I heard that you have been applying to join the owl court several years ago, but You failed, and then turned around and found a low-quality imitation? You really don’t pick.”

Charles frowned deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Don't be too arrogant! Thomas, our member..."

"Your members are old and tired, and the Court of Owls is getting fresh blood every year. The only thing you have in common is a bunch of stupid white supremacists."

Thomas pressed on step by step, with the same expression on his face, he said: "I will never allow my child to have anything to do with you dirty idiots, it will shame the entire Wayne family!"

In the end, Charles left Wayne Manor in embarrassment, and Thomas returned to the hall as if nothing had happened, and the banquet had already been prepared by Alfred.

"Father, have you finished your work?" Little Bruce said happily when his father came back.

Thomas stroked Bruce's hair tenderly and sat down next to him.

The conversation between the two before was all heard by Chen Guang, which made him suddenly interested in the so-called court of owls.

In other words, Thomas rejected the owl court's invitation a month ago, and was killed in an alley a month later... Could it be such a coincidence?
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It was a pleasure to be a guest at Wayne's, mainly Carl.

Chen Guang refused the car Thomas sent to take him home, and chose to walk back slowly with Karl.

Of course, it is not walking the whole way, but it refers to walking back by changing subways and buses.

When the two came up from the last subway, Carl happily told his father about Bruce’s novel toys. Chen Guang hugged him and said with a smile: “It’s all my fault. You little one has caused pressure, so you can buy whatever you want in the future."

"Really?" Carlton's eyes sparkled.

But after thinking about it for a while, Carl scratched his head and said shyly, "Actually... I don't want anything, and if I really want to play, I just go to Bruce."

Chen Guang had no opinion on how the child spent his pocket money, but at this moment, Carl suddenly shifted his gaze to the Gotham subway entrance, a homeless man covered with newspapers.

Public facilities in the United States have always been known for being dirty and messy, but Chen Guang is still willing to let Carl get in touch with these real scenes.

The life of the rich can be built entirely by resources and money, so the life of the rich is colorful and varied, and everything depends on the idea of ​​​​the person who controls the resources.

The lives of the poor are in the midst of compromises and games everywhere.Who owns how much area, who can how to decorate, who needs to take a car a day, it is all a matter of choosing the one that is not too bad among all kinds of bad options.

This homeless man was able to rest at the subway entrance where the traffic was relatively dense. He didn't know if he had fought with several other homeless men to fight for this place.

In any society, the life of the poor can be said to be atomized, or it can be said to be a whole with me in you.This is the true face of the world and human society, and it is also one of the reasons why Chen Guang bought a middle-class apartment in the city.

He didn't want Karl to live a poor life, nor did he want Karl to be blinded by flashy illusions.

Chen Guang has always believed that treating children should be sincere, try not to create additional suffering for him, but also show him the truth of things as much as possible.

Carl hesitated for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Dad, can you put me down?"

Chen Guang bent down and put Carl on the ground. Carl carefully approached a tired and sleeping homeless man. He noticed that the homeless man had lost his right arm, and there was a cardboard in front of him.

It read: I was a worker, but I lost my arm in an accident, the construction company filed for bankruptcy, and I had no money for insurance.I ended up losing my home and job and now I have nothing, kind people please help me.

Carl frowned when he saw it, and took out a small frog-like wallet from his arms, opened the frog's mouth, and took out the change inside.

But before putting the hat in front of the homeless man, he couldn't help raising his head and looking at Chen Guang, his eyes seemed to be asking.

Chen Guang nodded, and Carl put the money in the homeless man's hat, then seemed relieved, and hurried back to Chen Guang's side.

For the next few minutes on the road, Carl didn't speak, but just held Chen Guang's big hand and walked forward dully.

After a while, Chen Guang lowered his head and asked, "Carl, what are you thinking?"

Carl shook his head and said: "I was thinking, is the little money I gave him really enough for him to live? It should only buy some bread, and saving it can keep him from starving for a week at most. But Gotham It's so cold, how can he keep warm? If I want to really help him, what should I do?"

He raised his head and looked at his father in confusion: "Dad, can you tell me the answer?"

Chen Guang's expression softened, he picked up Carl again, and walked towards his home not far away.

As he walked, he said slowly: "Carl, if you want to get an answer directly from me, then father can tell you. The easiest and direct way is to ask me to buy a country and spread it all over the world. Find similar poor people and bring them all into the country I bought. All medical care, food, clothing, heating, all provided for free."

Carl slowly opened his eyes wide, the answer was different from what he expected.

However, after thinking about it for a while, he solemnly raised his head and asked, "Father, are you willing to do this?"

Chen Guang laughed and said: "Of course I'm too lazy to do this, it's too troublesome. And when the needs of survival are met, they will be grateful at the beginning, and gradually, they will ask for more. Upgrade from the needs of bread To the cake, the need to escalate from canning to a steak that was just butchered fresh enough."

"Of course I can satisfy them, but people's desires are endless, and at the same time, they are all kinds of strange things, and each has its own needs. Even I am not confident that I can satisfy everyone's needs. What I usually do is nothing more than It’s all about rescuing those whose lives are threatened from the disaster.”

Hearing this, Karl's troubled face calmed down, and his small face was filled with determination. He looked at his father and said, "Then I don't want my father to do this! I can't let my father do what you are unhappy for the needs of others. things."

Chen Guang couldn't help laughing at his serious expression, and Karl also smiled happily, with a certain brilliance in his eyes: "You also said that when I grow up, I will have endless resources when I move my little finger." and energy. I have decided! This matter, I will do it myself when I grow up and have the ability!"

Chen Guang looked at this little guy, fell silent for a moment, and said, "Father is proud of you, Carl, you are already an independent little man with such thoughts."

Just when Carl showed a happy face recognized by his father, a "bang!" gunshot shattered the only street lamp in the alley.

The whole alley was suddenly plunged into pitch darkness, and the next moment, a group of people with Thomson submachine guns or revolvers burst out from the corners in all directions.

In the dark night, countless muzzles spit out raging flames.The scene in the alley is like a fast-flashing slideshow, with endless bullets being poured on the father and son standing in the alley.

After a long time, the gunfire stopped.

The surrounding windows, which were still lit, went out one after another.

There was a change in one of the windows, a child almost stretched out his hand, but was quickly pulled back, followed by a woman yelling and slapping in a low voice, and then a child crying even though his mouth and nose were covered.

At the other entrance of the alley, the door of the parked black car was slowly pushed open.

Wes, who was covered in bandages all over, got out of the car.

It's just that compared to his previous trauma, he had an extra plaster cast, and someone broke his left arm, and hung it around his neck with gauze.Even the eye seemed to be blind all the time, and it was injured not so long ago, and the gauze wrapped around the left eye was still oozing blood.

His only remaining right eye was bloodshot, looking at the dark alley, he couldn't help showing a ferocious and cruel smile.The flame of the cigar dangling from his mouth flickers on and off in the dark alley.

"You mess with me? Mutant bastards without masks, they found out the address of your home in minutes. Fifty submachine gun bullets, why don't you pick up another one and show me!"

Wes's rage was finally partially vented at this time, but it wasn't enough, this firefighter bastard was just the first one, and that damn knell...

How dare he break his arm and poke his eyes blind!
Weiss thought of the mercenary who was sitting on the floor, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head.

But it doesn't matter, he is just a mercenary with an eye for money, just ask a friend for help, pretend to hire him to do a task, and then ambush dozens of gunmen like now.

What about the world's number one killer?Can it be faster than a bullet?This is the 21st century!What a lone ranger, in front of a Thompson submachine gun, all beings are equal!
"Got it, then what?"

A calm voice sounded, and the picture of how Wess was killing the death knell behind his brain was interrupted in an instant, and for a while, he even felt a cardiac arrest.

He widened his one-eyed incredulously, looking at the figure in the alley.

"How... how is it possible..."

Weiss took a step back in horror, and the gunmen and men around him also looked at each other in disbelief.

Originally, they thought that this man died standing up while protecting his son in his arms... They still secretly admired him.

But who knows, in the field of vision that is gradually becoming familiar with the pitch-black... This man has a calm complexion, and his whole body is unharmed!
The clothes are all fucking in order! !
All the bullets that were supposed to be shot at the opponent... all seemed to be suspended by time, floating in the air at least ten centimeters away from the opponent! ! !

Chen Guang held the stunned Carl in his arms, looked at Wes, and said in a very disappointed tone, "That's it?"

　It was finally recommended today, adding a new chapter to celebrate!
　　However, it may be after midnight. The author has not saved the manuscript and it is cash. I hope to get the encouragement of everyone's monthly ticket. Thank you, Shushu!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)