[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

Have fun dancing in the Shura field

The president's office in the Wayne Building.

Brucey picked a sunny day as a monthly group check-in day.

Lucius argued that she must set aside one day every month to act as the mascot of the group and check the final decision.At other times, that Mr. Wayne can be allowed to take over temporarily.

——"Even if it is in a church, there will be a statue of Jesus in it."

If this is a simulation business game, then all the employees are excellent players who work hard to sign in and commute to and from work on time every day, and Brucie is the most annoying player.

But there is no way, because the entire Wayne Group belongs to her.

Today, President Wayne, who is in a good mood, called the Kent reporter, an excellent employee of his newspaper, to come to the office to report.

On the newspaper rack behind her was a copy of last week's Daily Planet, and the front page was Clark's report on the New York War.

As soon as the little reporter entered the door, he saw it sharp-eyed, and came to sit on the prepared chair in a happy mood.

He put his hands on his knees, straightened his back, and looked serious, showing a well-behaved posture of listening carefully to the leader's speech.

The rustle of flipping files paused,

Across a luxurious desk, the boss behind him was astonishing.

"I've read that report," Brucie said with a smile, not stingy with her praise, "it's very well written."

Kua Kua will not miss a plate of cookies.

The report on the Battle of New York aroused widespread social concern, and the writer Clark Kent also emerged in the press.

——At this moment, I would like to thank Brucey for providing the clothes in friendship, otherwise, it would definitely be overwhelming news about the mental disorder of the rising star in the press.

As a die-hard supporter of Superman, Clark was automatically classified as a pro-Superherd faction by the media, but at that time he was just a little-known reporter.

Most of all, he's a cosmopolitan.In Metropolis, everyone except Lex, the bald guy, loves curly black hair and blue eyes.

Well, maybe a bit of a name in the entertainment section.Small-town boy dreamed of dominating the entertainment pages of the nation's newspapers.

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That article has a clear stand and a profound idea.The whole article is written from the perspectives of the aggressor and the guardian. The information is detailed and the arguments are sufficient. After all, as a party involved in the battle, he has enough first-hand information.

After every war, especially when the battle is too tragic, there are always some people with ulterior motives who show up.They maliciously split the relationship between superheroes and the public, wantonly smeared and criticized, and even used the sadness of the latter after losing their loved ones to transfer hatred.

Those people took aim at the superheroes.Look, it's all the fault of those freaks flying in the sky.

A few people will be incited and deliberately led to hate and even further develop into fanatics.

Fortunately, most people are sensible enough to see it correctly.

Everyone has the right to reputation, even those in tight clothes.

Brucey and Tony have been clarifying malicious rumors through the media.Because no one can tell the truth about public opinion, and it is best to take precautions before they happen.

Since people have given their trust, they themselves certainly cannot live up to people's trust and hope.

There was a thunderstorm in the previous bill crisis.

All in all, as his comrade-in-arms, Clark fought a beautiful battle in the field of public opinion after completing the hand-to-hand combat.

Brussie: "So I think it's a shame to put you in charge of the agriculture sector."

Really, the boy in the small town is good at growing corn, and he can tell all kinds of farming tips well, and the same goes for writing related reports. Country sales for the Daily Planet have grown quite a bit.

She even found that Alfred had developed the habit of reading the agricultural edition of the "Planet Daily" every day, and even opened up a small vegetable field next to the greenhouse to grow it himself.

Clark looked at his immediate boss expectantly.This means that he can continue to pursue his dream?

Then he heard Brussie say, "So I decided to put you in charge of the social board."

Clark blinked and asked in confusion, "Uh, I thought it would be an entertainment version."

"Because I'm the boss." Brucey glared at him resentfully.The big boy who has just stepped into society sat upright subconsciously.

She sighed. "You have Pulitzer potential. Be confident, boy."

"As for the report that Tony asked you to not delete a word..." Brucey raised her voice, which whetted Clark's appetite.

Tony Stark even made a special phone call to remind him.It made Clark feel as if he was facing a big enemy when he heard the phone ring now.Before, he could use the excuse of catching up with special reports, but now he has no choice.

"Don't pay attention to him, you don't need to send this." Brucey finished.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.

Brucey: "Actually, Iron Man thinks Superman is pretty good. He said he appreciates you very much."

The excellent editor, Miss Brussie, cut out the sentence that Tony shouted after, "But aesthetics is a matter of principle. If one day I go crazy and paint my battle suit in red and blue, wake me up, and you're welcome."

Clark surprised: "Really?"

"Really." Brucey nodded. "Me too, boy. Don't be so insecure."

The little reporter suddenly realized something, he almost jumped off: "Wait, you mean, he knows..."

"Of course he found out that you are Superman." Brucey closed the signed document, put it in the pile on the left, took another copy from the pile on the right, and spread it on the table .

She looked up at Clark, who was sitting on the other side of the desk in distress, with a look on her face that you are talking something stupid.

In fact, Tony Stark has only recently confirmed the true identity of Superman.

Half a year ago, Clark Kent attracted Tony's attention with his excellent record, and he angrily wanted to find out what tricks this small-town boy from a Kansas farm had used.

Obviously just an ordinary little reporter!

As a result, the more you check, the more wrong it becomes.

Still the same reason, as long as there is action, it will leave traces.The rest depends on the gap between actor and detective.

In the end, Tony managed to pull out the big meringue hidden in the little reporter's shell.

As for Brucey, she figured out Clark's identity on the first day of their relationship.And deeply realized that the blue big guy who is too good-tempered is a real silly white sweet.

She even helped cover up her identity without the meringue knowing anything about it.

The Kryptonians, whose vests were constantly thrown off, almost fell into self-doubt.

Clark seemed to be frightened, he stumbled and said, "No, it's impossible."

Brucey lay back, leaning her back against the armchair.She maintained a relaxed posture, and even played with the pen with great interest.

Her hands are beautiful, fair and slender, and the capped pen glides smoothly between her fingers, and the smooth body of the black and gold color material makes the skin more porcelain white.

Displays hanging from office walls.The floor-to-ceiling windows occupied the entire wall, and the office was spacious and bright. From Clark's perspective, he could see the pointed roof and the blue sky that seemed to be pouring down.

Brucey looked at him pityingly: "Otherwise, why do you think he said this in front of your face?"

Tony Stark never speaks ill of people behind their backs.

He was only sarcastic to his face.

Clark looked even more depressed, looking at Brucey with those lovely blue eyes.

Those eyes are clearer than the sky and blue.

"It's not that bad, you see, at least Luther doesn't know your identity." Brucey couldn't stand it anymore, she comforted her.

From the bottom of the drawer, Brucey took out a box of mints and threw it to Clark.She stashed a bunch of little treats in it.Not even Alfred knew.

Mints, fresh breath, refreshing.

The little reporter peeled off the candy wrapper, picked up one and put it in his mouth, then put the candy box into his pocket.

Really refreshing.The most favorable proof is that after eating one, the little reporter actually took off the black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and continued to look at her obediently.

Just like the innocent and kind heroine in the ancient love dramas, in order to conceal her extraordinary beauty, she put on a pair of unpretentious black-rimmed glasses.

Art comes from life, and Krypton technology is so powerful.

Black-rimmed glasses seal the boundless beauty.

The handsome Kryptonian brother, unsealed online.

A handsome face that hits the aesthetic point can't solve the ruthless Gotham knight, but it's enough to shock the Gotham sweetheart.

"Is it really that bad?" Clark reached out and gestured for the style of the uniform, then recalled the color scheme, feeling aggrieved: "The red and blue color scheme has always been a classic."

"I've been thinking about the style for a long time. It's very representative, and it will never hit the shirt. You can tell it's Superman when you look at it."

Brucey's heart softened, and her eyes softened: "Clark, classics sometimes mean retro. Especially in the eyes of some people who are after trendy and popular attention."

"Like Stark?" Clark asked expectantly.

"Like Stark." Brucey nodded.

Her best friend will never consider what is low-key, he can only reflect two states of narcissism and more narcissism, even the battle suit is painted a dazzling golden red, insisting on being the most beautiful among superheroes cub.

"It's just a difference in aesthetics." She put down her pen and formed a tower shape with her hands, supporting her chin. "Beauty is diverse."

Clark looked less depressed.

Different colors are like different tastes, some like sweet and others like salty.Didn't you see that even the lantern group has developed into a rainbow team?

Brussie continued: "Like you buy a dozen of the same plaid flannel shirts and rotate them for a week. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

"It's just a matter of habit, like how you looked last week."

Clark was sure there was a misunderstanding.

He looked down at his shirt and looked at Brucey blankly: "...but I don't have one."

"The shirt I wore today was in oblique blue checks, yesterday's shirts were lighter in color and the checks were smaller." @无限好文，all in Jinjiang Literature City

The atmosphere was quite awkward for a while.

Brucey paused for a moment: "...Sorry, I'm afraid I don't have that much research on plaid shirts, maybe you can go to the software department to exchange ideas with some programmers?"

Clark: "..."

Brucey changed the subject decisively: "What do you think of Green Lantern?"

"Like you, the Justice League intends to invite him to join. So I want to hear your opinion."

Clarke didn't hesitate to state his first impressions: "He glowed like a humanoid kryptonite."

The faint green light makes the puff pastry automatically associate deeply.

After all, kryptonite left him with an indelible feeling, and he really uses his body to remember.

"...OK, I see."

She had felt that indomitable courage in Hal.Hal is the thorn in the side, always happy to challenge authority.

Sometimes she thought that if Hal had remained at the air force base, he might have died heroically in a fighter jet in the future.

But I didn't expect Hal Jordan to become Green Lantern.

Brucey asked Superman this time to discuss the issue of the Justice League by the way.

Tony once asked her to join the Avengers, but she never agreed.The Avengers got too involved with the government, and she trusted Tony but still had misgivings.

The Justice League proposed by Bruce is very suitable for her, and even has a ready-made reference in another world.

Well, as expected of her counterpart.

It's just that after the establishment of the Justice League, the status of the world's number one demolition office in the Avengers may not be guaranteed.Brucey felt a headache when she thought about it.

Unlike Avengers, which is based in New York, most of the heroes of Zhenglian guard their respective cities, and have ten layers of filters for their own cubs.

How do my own cubs like it.

Gotham is exquisite with a bit of coldness, a bit of xenophobia, and a bit of Gothic decadence.Gotham has a cold temperament, which is completely different from New York, which is too enthusiastic and open.

So, Tony, I'm sorry, stop trying to poach someone.

The two chatted about the creation of the Justice League.In the process, she figured out Superman's thoughts and attitudes.

One sentence sums up Superman's attitude: yes, okay, no problem.

She glanced at her watch, it was time to leave, so she put down her pen happily, but her face remained calm.

Brucey raised her chin reservedly: "Mr. Kent, you can leave work early today."

Like bat glue glued to the chair, Clark remains motionless.

Clark smiled softly and harmlessly, and the Kryptonian seemed to be shining when he took off his glasses.

"There's a new restaurant on the next street, why don't we have a meal, I'll treat you."

Brucey raised an eyebrow.

Clark blinked, and looked straight at her with too blue eyes: "After all, inviting the boss to dinner is also a compulsory course."

"...Okay, put on your glasses first."

Meanwhile, Batman is taking on Green Lantern and The Flash.

Batman looks cold on the outside like a statue, but on the inside he is violent like a cat whose tail has been trampled and its ears pulled.

Facts have proved that even if the world is changed, Green Lantern will always have the ability to piss people off.That mouth can be called a special weapon for bats.

The Flash is easy to talk to, he admires the legendary Gotham Knights quite a lot.

He came and ran around the house on the spot, appearing in every corner of the house from time to time: "My God, am I going to be a colleague with that Gotham legend?"

"Hey, little bear, why do you believe whatever he says?"

@无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

At the moment Barry paused, Hal reached out and grabbed his arm, pushed him back, and raised his finger to Batman: "I don't think he's dressed like a good guy."

Green Lantern had selectively forgotten that they had just fought side by side a week earlier.

Hal, an unemployed vagrant, is preparing a resume for a job application with a clear goal, pointing directly to Wayne Air.

Returning to Earth from OA, in addition to the expulsion notice, there was also a breakup notice.

That year, on the eve of Hal Jordan becoming the greatest Green Lantern ever, his girlfriend ran away, his job blew up, and he was kicked out by his landlord.

It would be unlucky for a normal person to experience one option, but he was familiar with all three options.

Every time she returned to Earth, Brucey was not in Gotham, and four years passed in a flash.

After being reminded by Hal, Barry became hesitant. He looked at Batman and then at the Green Lantern next to him. The opened potato chips suddenly tasted bad after chewing.He reached out and bit his nails anxiously.

As a superhero, he is aware of the superpower control bill that came out a while ago.

Looking at his friends who had returned to the united front, Hal put his hands on his hips in satisfaction: "It's not fair, Bat Boy. You know our identities, but we don't know yours."

"Who knows what you're really thinking?" he snorted.

Batman is unmoved: "Just as an alliance to deal with the global crisis of alien invasion. The Justice League does not interfere with any private freedom."

"Then let's let this issue go. Let's talk about the most urgent and practical issue, the independence process of the independent alliance's funds."

The poor-to-eat Green Lantern gets right to the heart of the matter.

@无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"What about base construction? Could it be possible to fly directly to the air for a meeting? Speaking of which, can you fly?"

Barry shook his head frantically, looking at Batman nervously.He can't fly anyway, uh, it doesn't count when making a tornado with high frequency vibrations.He would have to sacrifice to heaven for a meeting like that.

"Provided by Wayne Group."

"Then the source of funding for the Justice League?"

"Sponsored by Wayne Group."

"Battle damage..."

"Wayne Group pays."

Hal choked, his fingers pointing at Batman froze in mid-air.

Barry cheered, and he warmly embraced his friend's shoulders: "Hey, man, this is great. Didn't you say you're going to apply for a job at Wayne Group?"

Being one of your own means you don’t have to rack your brains to find an excuse to slip away when something unexpected happens during working hours.Not to mention being dismissed during the probationary period, and can receive wages on time.

Most importantly, this means that the money he lent to his friend will finally come back to his pocket one day!

Batman's voice was low: "Any questions?"

The Flash shook his head quickly.

Green Lantern suddenly raised his head: "Yes."

"What the hell have you got to do with Bruce Wayne?"

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