The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

Wilson made a sincere plea, but Batman refused him without hesitation.

"Why not? You're going back to Gotham, so take me along." Wilson couldn't understand, "Fighting criminals, crawling in the dirt and rolling in the wind and rain, can you still refuse me because of my cleanliness?"

Batman was disgusted by Wilson's description, but thinking of the prerequisites for the other party's assumption, he looked sharply at the other party and looked at the other party inquiringly, "Are you sure I have a private jet, why?"

Wilson said firmly, "Of course you have." However, before he finished speaking, he swallowed the rest of the words after seeing the other party's squinted blue eyes.

Indeed, it is impossible for the richest man in Gotham to not even have a plane, but the problem is that no one should know the true identity of this Gotham knight.

Everyone knows that Mr. Wayne is Gotham's dissolute playboy, and everyone thinks that Batman is a cruel and cold moon scavenger. Except for his henchmen, no one knows that they are the same person.Maybe the old man knew, but the agreement between them made him have to keep it secret.

Batman is sure he won't be exposed.

however……

This secret has been discovered by myself a long time ago!

He said that although Mr. Wayne's voice is nice, it is far less shocking than Batman's dull and deep voice. As a picky senior voice controller, how can he not use this opportunity to spy on his good neighbor, and in front of the Dark Knight? How about creating encounters in time when you are around, and enjoying that voice anytime, anywhere?In addition, you can occasionally tease Young Master Wayne, admiring the way the other party is struggling to hide his identity, and it feels dark when you think about it.

Therefore, Batman must not find out that he has seen through his identity!

Thinking of this, Wilson made amends in time, pretending to be nonchalant and said, "Your battle armor and equipment are all expensive, and the performance of the tank captured by the reporter is far beyond the average. No matter how you look at it, it cannot be a poor man."

"It's a pity, my savings are all spent on armor and tanks." Batman put the fingerprint recorder back on his waist, his voice was cold, "There is no special plane, and the tank is far away in Gotham, we probably need two air tickets .” After a pause, he added, “Economy class.”

In order to prevent the other party from continuing to ask questions, Batman didn't give him a chance to speak. He turned around suddenly, with straight and cold eyes, and covered half of the hard bat cape on Wilson's face.

"..."

Wilson rubbed his face and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man and the ninja master are wrangling, and now is indeed the best time for him to leave, otherwise, when all the dust settles, whether it is the ninja master who has the upper hand and packs him back to the top of the snow-capped mountain that is always like winter, or the old man who is preventing his son-in-law from affecting his grandson It is not a good result for him to win and send himself away.

In addition, in order to completely avoid the old man's eyes and ears, and prevent the opponent from using the main brain to track the mechanical clone - the robot butler, he can't take wx-79 away this time, and many things are not going well.

Therefore, Wilson set his sights on his new neighbor Bruce, planning to rely on Batman to escape the eyes and ears of the two elders.But... "Are you going to board the plane like this?" He glanced at the dark knight in black armor, black cloak and black mask, and satirized pertinently, "The reporters will definitely appreciate you, because the great Batman didn't get on the plane in his busy schedule." Forget taking the time to give them headlines."

Responding to him was Batman's dark back striding away.

Wilson shrugged, said goodbye to wx-79 reluctantly, and followed quickly.

……

There is no problem in this world that cannot be solved, as long as your thinking is divergent enough and your action is strong enough.

So when Batman easily sneaked into the ticket gate to get two tickets, then put on a long black trench coat from unknown origin, put on a deep hood and stood at the ticket gate as if nothing had happened, Wilson's heart was somewhat broken.

"I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that your temperament is very suitable for this cat ear hat." That's right, a cat ear hat.It wasn't until Batman buttoned the hood that Wilson realized that there were two pointed cat ears on the top of the deep hood linked to the windbreaker, which was so cute.

Batman nodded, and casually explained the source of the coat, "Well, I found it before coming here, and it just fits the pointed ears of the bat mask, so I bought it by the way."

Wilson couldn't help but fell into deep thought.Wearing a bat armor, a bat mask with sharp ears, a hooded windbreaker, and a deep hood with sharp ears, this Batman, could it be...

The three words "pointed ear control" matched the cold and gloomy Batman, a bit too lost, Wilson shook his brows, preventing himself from continuing to think.

……

In order to prove that he was indeed "poor", Batman paid for two economy class tickets as he said.

Wilson followed the crowd to find his seat and adjusted several angles before he could barely fit himself comfortably.He breathed a long sigh of relief, and as soon as he buckled up his seat belt, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw the Batman sitting next to him with his head slightly lowered, his fingers flicking back and forth on the micro-TV behind the front seat, and the program on display changed from mindless The movie switched to variety shows and entertainment, changed from approaching science to the animal world, and finally stopped at news and important events that are still a bit interesting.

There are obviously not a few that have the same option in the cabin.

Wilson didn't watch any TV, but turned his head and looked at his temporary companion openly.

He has always thought that Batman's outfit is a bit cute, but his aesthetics are obviously not in line with the public.

So Wilson was enjoying it when he heard a suppressed muffled laughter from the back seat.A man in a suit with long hair thought he was whispering to his companion, "Pfft! Matt, that guy in front of you is really weird, I bet if he suddenly jumped up, the whole economy class would think he was in bad luck A hijacking incident!"

Wilson adjusted his wrist without a trace, and the pure black watch clearly showed the situation behind him.

They were two young men in cheap suits, and their lives were obviously not very rich. One of them was slightly fat, but he was very cute, while the other was more serious, wearing sunglasses out of season, and there was a sense of sharpness that was deliberately hidden on his body. Wilson took a second look with concern.

The man in the sunglasses shook his head helplessly at his companion, and reminded him in a low voice, "Fergie, your voice is very loud." So don't expect the two people in the front seat to not hear you.

Foggy choked, plucked his hair guiltily, and glanced cautiously at the seat in front of him. He didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he always felt that the black guy's muscles were tense a lot, as if he was going to violently beat someone at any time. He swallowed He swallowed, and immediately fell silent.

The sky is already bright, and there are less than two hours before the next landing point.

There are elders by the window coaxing their grandchildren to sleep in a low voice, there are children whispering head to head in the two seats further ahead, there is a couple rubbing each other at the other end of the aisle, and there is a shy boy at the rear of the cabin hanging down. Nodding his head, as if talking in his sleep, he was generally quiet.

All of a sudden, the fuselage bumped up, and the passengers had no time to get nervous, and they returned to calm under the plane's return to stability and the captain's soothing explanation.

This should have been an ordinary journey, but when everyone was relieved and was about to continue busying with their own affairs, a sudden change occurred!

The elder by the window let out a miserable cry, clutching his shot shoulder and fell over. He watched helplessly as his little grandson was grabbed by the man next to him and thrown to the ground.

As if a signal, two leather jackets with the same dress stood up.Ignoring the man's cursing and the woman's sobbing, they grabbed all the children they could see, and the cabin was in chaos. Covered by the seat, he crawled forward with a short body.

Like the intuition unique to cubs, he stopped beside Wilson without hesitation and tugged at his trousers.Wilson didn't know why, but followed the boy's strength to lift up his legs, and then watched the other party slip under his knees like a loach, and then curled up under Batman's legs, as if he had found a female beast. Finally safe and generally relieved.

After seeing the whole process, Wilson and the duo in the suit fell silent tacitly, but the strong man who hijacked the plane did not stop his violence. The stewardess squatted on the ground shivering, the passengers huddled in their seats silently, and the rebels clutched their bellies in embarrassment. Convulsed and moaned on the ground, the young child who fell on the floor was threatened and could only let out muffled sobs.

The same scene was staged in all cabins at the same time!

The cockpit was the first place to fall, and the previous turbulence was obviously not as simple as the "captain" explained.Obviously, that was the unavoidable result of the gangster's struggle with the captain for control.At the same time, it is a signal of action to all associates!

The old captain finally fell into eternal sleep, and the bandits took control of the cockpit.

Watching the plane deviate from the trajectory, everyone fell into despair.

Wilson raised his calf without a trace, and the inner soft dagger was pressed against the skin, and there was a bone-piercing chill; Batman lowered his head, and he and the teenager curled up under his knees looked at each other coldly, but his hands did not hesitate. Reaching into the windbreaker, he groped for the sharp batarang at his waist; the man in sunglasses in the back seat stroked the steel blind stick, turned sideways, but completely blocked his fat friend behind him; the chocolate man behind the aisle He patted the shoulder of his ex-ex-ex-ex-girlfriend whom he met by chance, and quietly moved his hand to the back of his waist. His two thick eyebrows were almost twisted together, "shit! I finally asked for a vacation!"