Forced to focus on daily life [Comprehensive English and American]

It took only a few minutes from the appearance of the robber to the appearance of the red helmet knight, and the death of the robber on the hood of her car, and in these short minutes, Rosie felt that she seemed to have experienced what she could in a lifetime. all the things that went through.

Her eyes moved from the red and white liquid that filled the car window to the wiper switch. With trembling hands, she turned on the wiper switch. The wiper flapped on the car window, making a slight sound, and was struggling on the front window of the car ahead. Sweeping out a fan-shaped fuzzy area, and within this narrow visible area, she saw that the rider had stopped the bike, supported himself and the weight of the motorcycle with one foot on the ground, and he was wearing a pair of black He pulled the trigger ring with his index finger and twirled it around his finger, and then inserted it into the holster at his waist.

Wearing gloves does not affect the gun's control at all, and holding a gun with a huge recoil with one hand can still hit the target's head with one blow, which shows how terrifying this person's proficiency in guns is.

Rosie took a deep breath, moved her hand hanging under the steering wheel slightly, and took out an m1911 pistol/gun from the system, and held it tightly in her hand.

In the magical city of Gotham, unexpected things may happen at any time and any place. Who knows if the red helmet rider who just shot twice to kill the robber will have a whim and draw his gun again. Kill her, an innocent outsider.

She held her breath and stared fixedly at the red-helmet rider who was less than five meters away from the hood of her car. As long as there was any movement from the other party, she immediately raised her gun to defend herself.However, before the other party's next move appeared, she heard the faint sound of the police siren. The rider in the red helmet shook his head, stepped on the car again, lay on his upper body, held the handlebars with both hands, and stepped on the accelerator.

Rosie stared at the rider and the motorcycle passing in front of her car, and waited until the gas pedal sound of the motorcycle faded away and the police car had already reached the intersection. Then she finally breathed a sigh of relief, and put the gun back into the system space.

So when the Gotham city police arrived late, they opened the driver's door of the unrecognizable McLaren, only to see a trembling blond girl curled up in the seat. She tilted her head slightly, and her blue eyes were misty. , it seems that tears will fall in the next second.

"Brother, Gotham..." she said softly, still trembling with fear, "Gotham is so scary..."

Although the expression is fake, the words "Gotham is terrible" are really the cry from the heart of Rosie, a New Yorker.

From the time she yelled those words, New York City had already lost to Gotham City.

The corpse of the robber was taken away by the forensic doctor who arrived, and the McLaren covered with blood and brain/plasma was also driven to a nearby 4S shop for cleaning. Rosie never thought that she would come to Gotham for the second time, and would On such a sunny and warm afternoon, sitting in the back seat of a police car, listening to the sirens all the way, and worrying whether this police car will be hijacked by rampant criminals in Gotham City, so that you will be subject to a second attack. harm.

Sitting next to her was a middle-aged black female police officer. The female police officer handed Rosie a hot Starbucks cappuccino after she got into the car, and patted her on the shoulder as comfort. After Qian smiled at her, she held the Starbucks paper cup, lowered her head and stopped talking.

"Miss Mathers is from New York?" The little policeman sitting in the co-driver said with a smile.

Rosie looked up at him and nodded.

"I heard that there are many superheroes in New York." The little policeman said, "I saw it when I checked Twitter. There is Iron Man and Captain America. I like Iron Man the most. Superheroes who can fly are so handsome!"

Rosie, Iron Man's secretary: "...Yes, he's so handsome."

The female police officer warned: "Tom, don't talk."

"Oh." The little policeman said aggrievedly.

Rosie smiled at him, then turned her head to look at the scenery outside the car window. Although Gotham City's politics and economy have been infiltrated by gangsters, it is undeniable that this is still a very prosperous city, with tall buildings next to each other. , layer upon layer, forming an urban forest comparable to Manhattan.

It's just that between the gaps of these high-rise buildings, there are always some darkness that cannot be seen by the naked eye, and these darkness has gradually become stronger, covering the city, so Gotham City is a city without daylight.

Rosie suddenly thought of the bat lamp piercing the night that she had seen in the movie.

At this time, the female police officer sitting next to her said, "Miss Mathers, do you need us to help you contact the person you are looking for?"

Rosie turned her head to look at her and thought for a while: "Madam, please contact me...Mr. Bruce Wayne from the Wayne Group..."

As soon as the female police officer heard the name, her gaze became a little strange, but she was stunned, and then realized belatedly that the great dark knight, Mr. Batman, was a man named far away in the daytime. Playboy.

So she cleared her throat and added another sentence: "...Mr. Wayne's secretary, Miss Sophia Simpson."

When the famous playboy Mr. Bruce Wayne's yellow Lamborghini parked in front of the Gotham City Police Station, Rosie was sitting in the police station taking notes.

The female police officer who was sitting next to her in the police car was in charge of taking notes. Chief James Gordon stood opposite Rosie with his hands in his pockets. After listening to her narration of the situation, he frowned and said, "It's the red hood, right? .”

"Red Hood?" Rosie blinked.

"Yes, Red Hood." The female police officer said, "Wearing a red helmet, good at using guns, and fierce strikes, it should be the Red Hood."

"Oh." Rosie nodded. The female police officer's description aroused her innocuous impression of the red hood.

Wearing a red helmet, he is good at weapons, proficient in fighting, and extremely ruthless. However, he is different from the general criminals in Gotham City. His target is not the Gotham City Police Department and civilians, but the rampant Gotham City. Criminals use violence to control violence.

While she was searching for other information about the red hood in her mind, she heard the booing of the police from outside, and the female police officer who took the record let out a disdainful "hum" from her nose, while Director Gordon was holding a coffee cup The probe looked out, quite surprised: "Why is Bruce Wayne here?"

The next moment, Rosie saw Bruce in a suit and leather shoes come to the door of the room, smiled and nodded to Commissioner Gordon, and said, "I heard that my guests from New York are here." He tilted his head slightly and saw sitting Rosie, who was holding a Starbucks coffee cup on the stool, narrowed her smile slightly, and then said, "I'm sorry, Miss Mathers, I surprised you."

Rosie waved her hand weakly, indicating that she was fine.

Commissioner Gordon looked at her, then at Bruce, and said, "We've almost finished our inquiries here. Miss Mathers can go with you."

Rosie stood up and walked towards the door. When she passed the female police officer, she heard the other party whisper: "Maybe Miss Mathers from New York doesn't know that Mr. Wayne is a famous playboy." .”

She turned her head to look at the female police officer, nodded with a smile, and leaned in front of him again, saying, "Don't worry, ma'am, Mr. Wayne's reputation for being a romantic is almost spread throughout the United States, and I know that."

Rosie followed Bruce out of the police station. From the inside to the outside, all the passing policemen looked at her and Bruce with playful eyes, making goosebumps pop out all over her body, but Bruce's expression didn't change at all until he Pushing open the gate of the police station and walking down the stairs slowly, when the whole person was surrounded by the afternoon sun, Rosie finally asked: "I obviously asked the police to call Sophia, why is Mr. Wayne here?"

Bruce turned his head and said with a smile, "Secretary Simpson was handling a call from my ex-girlfriend, so I came here."

Rosie: "..."

Rosie held the note with the address of the 4S shop where the McLaren was cleaned, looked around first, then looked back, and wanted to squat down to see if there was any damage on the chassis of Bruce's Lamborghini. A timed bomb/bomb was installed, but after thinking about it, I gave up, so I had to bite the bullet, sat in the co-pilot of this car, and quickly put the note on the steering wheel, saying: "Mr. Wayne, please take me to this car." place."

Bruce was fastening his seat belt. He glanced at the address on the note, looked sideways at Rosie, and said with a smile, "Miss Mathers has no shadow of that car?"

"What shadow?" Rosie turned to look at him.

"I heard from the police in the police station that the two robbers died on the hood of your car, and they died in a very..." Bruce paused, released the handbrake, and continued, "But I think Miss Mathers doesn't seem to be afraid, and plans to drive the car again."

Rosie smiled dryly: "If that McLaren was yours, would you drive it again?"

"Probably not." Bruce turned the steering wheel slowly. "I also have a McLaren, but I rarely drive it."

"If you don't even drive a McLaren, you won't feel the passion of a supercar in your life." Rosie leaned on the car seat and said lightly.

"I can't tell that Miss Mathers is gentle and timid, but she actually likes supercars." Bruce raised an eyebrow, and then smiled, "I don't drive a McLaren, but..." He paused, He didn't go on, but Rosie also knew that compared to his Batmobile, the McLaren was just an ordinary means of transportation for humans.

Batman is rampant when driving a Batmobile, but Bruce Wayne is gentle when driving a Lamborghini, and the speed is comparable to those old scooters used to pick up his grandchildren from school. For Rosie, a sports car enthusiast, it is impossible. Tolerate.

She looked at the speedometer, and once wanted to persuade Bruce to speed up, but Bruce seemed to know what she wanted to say, tilted his head towards her, and said with a smile: "Gotham city highway speed limit, we have to It’s not a bad thing to obey the traffic rules and drive slowly.”

Rosie: "..."

Please obey the traffic rules when you drive the Batmobile at night?