[Comprehensive British and American] Overlord Bruce

Bruce's counterattack

In the dim sky, a broken jeep jumped out of the dense forest, turned a corner quickly and turned its head around. The two wheels under pressure under the tilted body made a harsh friction sound, and then drove in the direction of Gotham.

In the middle of the night, several lights were lit in the corridors of the Wayne Manor, emitting a dense light.

Brucey had just come out of the study and walked back through the corridor.At the stairs on the second floor, Bruce, who had been waiting there, stopped her.

"Brucie."

Brussy continued walking without looking back, she yawned softly, then raised her hand and shook her back: "It's time for a break, we'll talk tomorrow."

"Are you sure your memory hasn't been affected?" Bruce leaned on the porch with his arms folded, looking at Brucey's slender back.

His voice is elegant and moving, as if flowing from the bowstrings under the double bass, not the overly sweet | greasy and sultry taste in Brussy's baby state.

It's also completely different from the deep hoarseness of Batman.

It's just Bruce Wayne, the noble young master who received an elite education since he was a child. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

"Except for those two times." He tried not to sound too aggressive, trying to avoid the tone of interrogation.

He succeeded, and what had been an extremely difficult attempt had become so easy for Brussie.

Brucey's footsteps stopped around the corner.She wasn't far away, within Bruce's reach, walking side by side with just a few steps.

But it was very far away, as if she never waited for anyone and was about to disappear.

She is a little too thin.For some reason, this idea popped into Bruce's mind in a daze.

"Maybe," Brucie paused, and walked away with the same steps, "Maybe not."

Bruce: "...Did Schrödinger let his cat mess with your memory?"

Before Bruce could speak again, she sighed and said, "You're not the only detective here, Batman."

"My purpose is exactly the same as yours."

This sentence is obviously an affirmative answer to Bruce's question. Her attitude is: yes, but don't ask, I don't want to say it now.

"The world has merged, what else can't happen?"

"I don't have anything else to do, I'll go back first." Brucey's figure disappeared into the far end of the corridor, "You're not young anymore, old man, stay up late every day and be careful of getting bald early."

The catchphrase from Jason came in handy, hitting Bruce successfully.

Brucey has never been the one who suffers, she will choke back no matter what.

The beautiful Gotham baby who has returned to her peak condition: ...,

Does anyone remember his appearance as a beautiful idiot?The point is beautiful!

Back then, they stopped in the Batcave for a while after returning from Aquaman, and that's when Brucie came up with a brand new point of view.

"Do you know Ragnarok?"

Myths are not just myths on this continent. The brothers of the Nordic gods are fighting, Greek myths are widely spread, and Paradise Island is about to be revealed...

Lucifer and demons are not just tools to intimidate people, they really exist, and there is even a man, Constantine, who is frantically dancing on the edge of hell.

"I suspect that those unknown beings are the sealed old gods." Brucey said, "or existences older than them."

"They're waking up." Brucey said with a final word.

Those adventures provided her with experiences like no other.

One or two truths can be glimpsed from the myths and legends. Her library is very large, and precious ancient books about religion, history, myths and legends account for a large part.

During this period of time, Jason wandered among the piles of books in the library, holding scrolls of ancient books and reading them with gusto.

The new gods want to replace the old gods, and without exception, they challenge each other and defeat the other to replace them.

But the strange thing is that the strength of the new gods failed to meet the fantasy in the hearts of human beings. @无限好文, all in Jinjiang Literature City

It's not that they are weak, it's just that they are not strong enough.

...they are not strong enough.

Mortals with superpowers and even advanced equipment can fight with them.

There are also obvious faults in the mythological records, and they are even so chaotic that they cannot be traced back.

Bruce instantly thought of the high-dimensional demon Sangong and Darkseid who was eyeing the earth.

Sangong is a typical old god, but was suppressed and sealed.The ambitious Darkseid led the Apocalypse army to invade all races in the universe, and it was unstoppable.

But Sangong and Darkseid will never stand in the same camp.

When the two meet, they will definitely fight to the death.

Brucey left after talking, leaving Bruce alone at the table thinking.

The two amnesia is obviously the most obvious reminder, which reminds Bruce immediately of her vague and obscure past.

Bruce downcast.There may be something wrong with her previous memory.

Brucey noticed.

Bruce noticed too.

He needs to change his way of thinking, maybe he can find a new answer from Brucey's past.

There are no identical leaves and no identical individuals in the world.

——Although in theory, they already have the closest relationship in the world.

Early the next morning, Brucie took her Aston Martin for a spin on the roads of Gotham, putting on a big-budget Gotham sweetheart.

The luxury sports car galloped past on the road, receiving numerous attentions along the way.

But today something unexpected happened.

... To be precise, it was not an accident, after all, it added fire to Gotham Sweetheart's character design.

The red-cloaked god landed in front of her car, and Superman held up his hand to hold the car in place before Brucie slammed on the brakes.

In the blink of an eye, Superman disappeared, along with Brucey in the car.Passers-by around exclaimed.

He took Brucey away in full view, the princess hugged.

Superman lands on the roof of a building.As soon as she was out of the sight of others, Brucey immediately twisted and broke away from Superman's embrace.

The beautiful and charming Miss Brucie's rosy lips parted slightly: "Three seconds, give me a reason not to beat you up, Superman."

Superman was just like a balloon that was punctured just now, and it leaked all of a sudden.

He finished his trip to the North Pole quickly.From finding the Fortress of Solitude, to fully knowing everything about Krypton, and the inner confusion under the huge shock.

Clark Kent, 23, a small-town boy just a year out of college, talks about his troubles.

To put it simply, he has not yet experienced severe beatings in society.

His cute little curly hair drooped down in response to the occasion, coupled with the blue doggy eyes, Brucey's tone couldn't help softening.

"But that's not why you touched me."

"Do you know how much my car costs?" Brucey raised her eyebrows.

Superman flinched in horror.

Brucey: "Very well, you have your headline tomorrow. I think the Daily Planet should give you an award."

Make headlines without headlines, and Superman executes that philosophy.

Superman muttered, pitifully like a cub abandoned on the street: "No, I just want to come to you as soon as possible."

"I just... got too much information at once, well, I don't know what I was thinking." He said discouragedly, his mind was in a mess, and he flew over on impulse.

It took a while for the Kryptonian, who had just fully learned of his parentage, to recover.

An alien who is confused about the past and identity, but full of hope for the future.

Brucey watched him for a moment, seeing her own reflection in his sky-blue eyes.

Brucey patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "It's nothing, small town boy."

She told Superman that everyone has a meaning of existence, and everyone has an unknown past, but some have found it, some have forgotten it, and some are still at a loss.

"Please, don't show such an expression, you are superman." The last solid line of defense behind human beings.

Superman seemed inspired.He floated up again, and quickly took out a delicate and slender box from the corner of the roof, opened it, and there was a strange rose lying in the black flannel.

"It's a Kryptonian rose." He handed it to Brucey as if offering a treasure, his blue eyes gleaming, "I found it from the breeding barn!"

Brucey didn't move, her eyes fell on the rose. After a long time, she stretched out her hand and closed the lid under Superman's expectant gaze, and then—

pushed back.

"Thank you, Clark." Brucey looked at the stunned Superman calmly, and she said, "but I don't have any roses on me to give you back."

*****

Brucey returned to the manor with mixed feelings.

Originally, she was going to relax, but she ended up being someone else's object of relaxation.

As a result, it was not safe to return to the manor.As soon as she got out of the car, the life-threatening serial call summoned her.

"What's the matter with you?" Brucey suddenly pushed away from the room, staring at the playboy on the bed with an unfriendly expression.

Bruce curled up on the bed, wrapped in a soft wool blanket.

Not long after he came out of the bathroom, there was still a layer of mist, water droplets dripped from the hair, and fell on the delicate chin and the beautiful exposed collarbone.

"Where's the boy from the small town?" He blinked his misty blue eyes, maintaining a kind of dignity like a noble young master.

The mist softened his slightly cold steel blue color, making it look soft and extremely delicate.

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Brucey narrowed her eyes: "I called Martha and asked the little boy to find his mother."

“别转移话题，”她冷酷说，双手攥成拳捏的咔哒响，“你要是不给我一个理由，我就把你揍成蝙蝠饼。”

"I'm hurt, and you don't care about me." He looked at Brucey in disbelief, and he shook his head slowly, "You even comforted that steel-skinned Kryptonian who can carry missiles with his face."

Brucey: "...where are you hurt?"

Bruce poked his right hand out from under the blanket, showing his injured index finger.

It was a shallow scratch, and a small drop of blood appeared from the fingertip.

...looks like it was just squeezed out.

"I was pricked by the thorn of the rose." The arrogant and indulgent young master Bruce said angrily, and he raised his eyelids to hint.

Brucey looked away from his too-small wound to his wet blue eyes.

"Are you guys ganging up to play me today?" Brucey looked wrong.

"No," he said, "I don't work with small town boys."

"That's the only thing Batman can do?" Brucey sneered.

Master Bruce was stubborn and self-willed: "Yes. But if you come later, the wound will heal."

"Then who shall I show it to?"

The author has something to say:

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