[Comprehensive British and American] HE saves the world

The Gotham police eventually arrive on the scene within three-and-a-half minutes, and Bruce guesses they probably drove the car out of rocket speed.

The explosion-proof team quickly began to dismantle the bomb, while Ida and Bruce were invited out of the parking lot. Bruce took a thin blanket from the police and wrapped it around Ida. The blanket was also wrapped around her lap.

But thanks to his doing so, Ada finally felt that the skirt soaked in cold sweat was not so cold.

"Drink some of this. I remember you don't like coffee." He didn't even know where to conjure up two cups of hot tea, and handed one of them to her.

Ada looked up and smiled gratefully at Bruce.

"You still remember this." She whispered, "I just mentioned it casually before."

"Drink it quickly." Bruce just touched hers with his own glass, "I asked them to add three pieces of sugar and milk. It's good for you to drink something sweet now."

She took a sip of the hot tea and was surprised but not surprised to find that the cup belonged to the hotel where they had dinner before.Ada couldn't guess when Bruce asked the people in the store to prepare it, but she really needed such a cup of hot black tea with milk and sugar right now. She drank it steaming with caffeine, protein and sugar, Even the blood that was about to freeze was warmed up again.

Seeing that she drank half a cup of milk tea, Bruce began to drink his black tea without adding anything. She guessed that the reason why it was not coffee was just to save the waiter some trouble.

This man is always extra gentle in such unnoticed details.

Ada recalled vaguely that every time she went out with him, his tip was always from the waiter to the doorman, and even the chef would give another tip.

This man... oh, this man...

She drank milk tea, and slowly felt that her heart became soft and warm together with her frozen fingertips.

When the cups of both of them were empty, the explosion-proof team also successfully dismantled the bomb.After that, only routine inquiries remained.

The GCPD sent two police officers to handle the case. The middle-aged man with golden brown hair and beard was in charge of questioning Euphemia. He pushed his black-rimmed glasses and looked at his hands before asking questions. data sheet.

"Euphemia L. Brittany?" He tucked the file under his elbow and showed her his ID, "Gotham City Police Headquarters (GCPD), Deputy Captain James Gordon, this It's Inspector Frass. Can I ask you a few questions?"

"no problem."

Ada put her hands on her knees subconsciously, and waited for the police's questioning.

Fortunately, the other party was doing business, and all he asked were routine questions.

"What time did you enter the hotel, was there any abnormality in the car when you left the car?"

"It was about 10:10 p.m., officer. I had an appointment with Bruce at [-], and I arrived [-] minutes earlier, and he came [-] minutes earlier than me."

"When did you realize something was put in the driver's seat?"

"When I sat on it? I'm sorry, I was too scared at the time and I can't remember clearly... It should be the moment when I sat down. I felt strange, and then I heard... a ticking sound."

"So you think it's a bomb."

"……Yes."

"Good instincts, ma'am...did you notice anything wrong with the car before that? Did you meet anyone who seemed strange to you?"

"No, no... I was talking to Bruce, and I walked into the parking lot without meeting anyone. Maybe there's something wrong with the car... I'm sorry I didn't notice."

"Is there anyone you know who you find annoying? Or someone who particularly dislikes you?"

"There should be quite a few people who hate me. Anyway, I can be considered a public figure (smile bitterly). But Falcone is the only one who hates me enough to want to drop a bomb."

"...Falcone?"

Officer Gordon's pen paused.He looked at her from behind his glasses, raised his left eyebrow slightly, showing a kind of restrained surprise.

So she had to embarrassingly repeat her folly again.

"I turned down some of their...well...cooperation offers."

From James Gordon's expression, it can be seen that he fully understands what the "cooperation proposal" is - his other eyebrow is also raised.

"Brave girl," he said.

And Ada can only laugh awkwardly at this moment.

No, I'm not brave at all, Falcone is brave.

She complained frantically in her heart.

If I knew that they dared to treat the third princess of Brittania... Cough, the third lady did such a cruel thing, I would have at least had a good chat with them at the beginning... Make sure they understand what kind of devil my father is. The family is full of crazy people and my sister is an extreme sister-in-law in Congress...and then politely reject them.

Are these people the mafia gang?Crazy batch it.

"Do you think this is an attack on you personally?"

James Gordon seemed to disagree, and Ida gave him a strange look.

"Any questions?"

"Besides Falcone, do you have any other suspects? For example, do you have any suspects against people like your family?"

That would be too much.

Ada swallowed the words with difficulty.

"The Britannia family does have some competitors. There should be quite a few people who are dissatisfied with some of my father's... decisions."

"Some" and "not a lot", Ada rolled her eyes in her heart, what kind of overly elegant quantifiers are these?

If you want her to say, it is simply the sea!

"But it's specially targeted at me, I don't think it should be..."

She smiled awkwardly.

After all, there is a grievance and a debtor. Charles is as big as a bastard (...) and there is still his most promising first heir——Euphemia's good second brother Schneizel ——Stay there, no matter how you think about it, it's not her turn to be unlucky.

They haven't been killed yet, so how could it be her turn.

She took it for granted.

"...I used to work in the Chicago Police Department, Miss Britannia." Officer Gordon paused before continuing, "I was also one of the police officers who were involved in the tragedy that happened in Chicago 12 years ago. ...I need to confirm if this is yet another terrorist attack on the Britannia family."

If it is related to the case 12 years ago, then this case is no longer under the jurisdiction of GCPD.Because of the jurisdictional issues involved in the interstate case, the case is likely to be handed over to the FBI.

But Ada's focus wasn't that.

The terrorist attack on Brittany's home in Chicago 12 years ago.

(Is the world line ending? This is...)

Ada's heart sank slightly.

The original "Rebellious Lu Xiu" corresponds to the plot of this terrorist attack, and she remembers it very clearly.

That was the terrorist attack on Charles D. Brittany's fifth wife, Mariana, in which she died and her and Charles' daughter was blinded and disabled.

...of course this is not the truth.

The truth is that Mariana not only did not die in that assassination, but also became the behind-the-scenes man who was active in the later stage and manipulated half of the children's lives.

If the attack that happened in the original world also happened in this AU world...

Ada's heart sank severely.

So what are the odds that Charles and Mariana are teaming up?

"...Miss Euphemia?"

Gordon's questioning voice dragged her back from her inner world, she hesitated for a moment, but still showed a gentle smile to the police officer.

"Sorry, I don't know much about what happened back then, and I don't know much about what happened at home..."

She subconsciously used Euphemia's modest and gentle tone, like a tightly closed clam, hiding the secret tightly.

If it was as she had guessed, ordinary policemen must not be involved in this matter.

"I hope you can inform me of the results of your investigation as soon as possible."

Ada cuts off the conversation with a smile.

After confirming that there was nothing more to ask, Officer Gordon also closed his notebook and let her leave.

Either way, Euphemia L. Brittany was a total victim.He also had no more reason to keep her here for questioning.

Just before leaving, James Gordon told her, "If you have any clues, please feel free to contact us."

"I will."

Ada smiled.

After the police left, she relaxed a little.The night wind from Gotham passed through her skirt, making her shiver subconsciously - she only felt a little cold now.

...I need to get in touch with Cornelia and Schneizel.

she thinks.

This is probably not a problem that Euphemia can solve alone.

"What are you thinking about?"

The sudden male voice from behind startled her a lot - it's not an exaggeration to say that she really jumped up at that time.

"What...it's Bruce..."

After seeing the person behind her clearly, Ada took a big breath, then held down her beating heart, and gave the man a complaining look.

"Why did you deliberately scare me..."

"Sorry." Bruce took a step back insincerely, and raised his hands, "I just want to know what you're thinking and thinking so engrossed that you didn't even hear me call you."

"Nothing." Ada said angrily, "It's you, why are you standing behind others so silently, you will scare people to death, okay?"

"My fault, my fault." Bruce said kindly, "I want to ask you, do you want me to take you home? After all, your car..."

...Have been taken away as evidence by the Gotham Police Department, right?

"Compared to this..."

Ada was more concerned with another matter.

"Can we detour to another place first?"

She touched her empty stomach, the high-grade lobster and tuna that she had eaten earlier had been exhausted in the previous stimulating experience.

High pressure and fear are very exhausting things.

She thought helplessly.

"...I'm hungry. I want a donut."

Ada said calmly.

"Ok."

Bruce Wayne opened the door and made a "please" gesture.

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Then he drives her to the best donuts in Gotham.

The crispy donuts are bitten in the mouth, and the thin chocolate shells burst under the teeth, intertwined with icing sugar and nuts to create a wonderful taste, like singing a happy ode to joy between the lips and teeth, making the eater I feel happy all of a sudden.

Ada clicked like a little squirrel and ate half of it, and then remembered to ask a question she had long wanted to ask.

"How did you explain your liquid|nitrogen|spray|gun to the police?" She looked at him curiously.

Bruce raised his hand to wipe the chocolate residue from the corner of her mouth, raised his eyebrows slightly, and showed a Gotham baby's exclusive smile.

"Nothing, you know billionaires like us are always prone to kidnapping and time bombs."

He shrugged and said.

"Be prepared, right?"

The author has something to say:

In fact, someone rushed into the trunk of the car within 30 seconds, pulled off the universal belt and found a liquid|nitrogen|spray|gun and came out【. 】

As we all know, Batman has everything in his universal belt.

Be prepared, right?