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Grace walked out of the gate dignifiedly.

The two bodyguards at the door didn't look sideways, and didn't care what Grace was going to do next.

For them, it is not their business to ask what these upper-class people do.

In addition to ensuring their safety, bodyguards always choose to remain silent.

Grace even gave them a small smile.

Deadpool was waiting at their appointed spot, with a motorcycle beside him.

Grace raised her eyebrows and joked, "It's not a bicycle this time?"

"Little Niao Niao...you really know how to hurt people." Deadpool covered his heart while wiping away the tears that didn't exist at all.

Grace was in the trough a long time ago, the two of them met by chance in a war zone, and Deadpool actually rode a bicycle chasing people's 'painful' past.

The kind-hearted seal gave Deadpool a ride after his partner agreed.

After Deadpool realized that no matter how twisted he was, Grace was indifferent, and finally calmed down.

"How about the mayor?" he asked, handing Grace the helmet.

After taking it, Grace put the helmet on her head and replied, "I've already got the hook off."

It depends on whether the mayor bites or not.

As she approached the mayor, she slipped a business card into his suit pocket.

There's only her codename Raven on it—yes, she's compromised with Deadpool again—and a number for a one-time phone call.

It is estimated that there will be a call in a short time.

*****

Mr. Mayor bit the bait.

Grace hung up the phone and smiled at Deadpool, but there was some mockery in her eyes.

These greedy government officials will only lower their vigilance when interests and dangers are approaching.

And Grace brought both of these items to the mayor.

The mayor and Grace have made an appointment in a high-end club—of course it will never be under the influence of the circle of thorns.

After all, Mr. Mayor is going to "ride two boats", so the "incumbent" must not let the "incumbent" know this.

Grace is still wearing the lady's suit, but there is a barely visible headset in her ear.

Deadpool was hiding somewhere in the clubhouse, eavesdropping on Grace's situation.

In the clubhouse, Grace saw people in police uniforms hugging the beautiful bartenders and drinking without knowing where they were going, and also saw lawyers in suits and ties secretly exchanging drugs with the bartender.

Corrupt, chaotic, dangerous, this is Gotham.

She walked in calmly, saw the back of the mayor, and also found a few bodyguards hiding in the crowd.

Grace walked over and sat down opposite the mayor.

"Good evening, see you again, Mr. Mayor." She smiled deceptively.

The mayor looked at her with a moment of hesitation and fear in his expression, but it was replaced by greed in an instant.

"You...why do you want to cooperate with me?" The mayor still maintained a certain sense of reason.

"It's simple, Gotham is a strong market." Even though Grace didn't know anything, she still kept her face motionless, "and we've gotten some wind recently."

She leaned forward slightly and lowered her voice.

"Batman's after you, Deadpool's after Mr. Black Box." It's all true.

The mayor's hand on the table trembled slightly.

"We think Mr. Mayor would prefer to make a deal with someone who will live a long time?"

"Besides, our headquarters is not in Gotham." The implication is that it is not under the control of some people.

Looking at the smile on Grace's face, the mayor was sweating a little.

He is hesitating.

The black box had brought him enough benefits, but this man hadn't lived long.

The most important thing is that the black box is gradually getting out of control, and he doesn't want to continue to cooperate with an ambitious person.

The arrival of Grace just solved his troubles.

Unfortunately, this is just a false hook.

"I hope you can show your sincerity." The mayor thought for a long time, then suddenly raised his head.

"What kind of sincerity?" Maybe this person's trust is not enough, she has to be careful in her words and deeds.

"I hope the black box will disappear." The mayor lowered his voice.

Now Grace was a little surprised. She raised her eyebrows slightly, and secretly sighed at the cruelty of Gotham people.

But... if the mayor already has such an idea...?

Who is Deadpool's employer?

"There is already that Deadpool, and we don't seem to need us." Grace hinted that the mayor was superfluous.

Anxiety suddenly appeared on the mayor's face, and some impatience appeared in his tone.

"This sincerity, to give or not to give?"

Grace squinted slightly, feeling as if she had discovered something.

This mayor...couldn't be Deadpool's anonymous employer.

Suddenly, the noisy sound in the clubhouse faded away like a flood.

There was only the sound of the stick hitting the ground.

The mayor suddenly seemed to be frightened, and his hands on the table kept shaking.

Grace's expression remained unchanged, but she had already pulled out a gun under the table, holding it tightly on her lap.

"Hello you two."

The emergence of the black box was not expected by anyone.

Grace even heard the exaggerated gasping sound of Deadpool on the earphone, and shouted whether she should come out to save the beauty.

"Wait." She stopped Deadpool from messing around with her voice.

And the middle-aged man had already poked the mayor with his cane, causing the man who was too scared to move to move stiffly out of a position.

The black box sat across from Grace.

He is very relaxed and very comfortable.

Grace judged inwardly.

Her mind was racing fast.

Why does the black box appear here?This is not his territory, and accidents are easy to happen.

No, those who cherish their own lives must be fully prepared to come here.

So... this is also a black box, but the mayor doesn't know it.

When the mayor was thinking about the life of the black box, the black box didn't trust him at all.

I'm afraid the mayor has already been arranged by a black box to respond internally.

This is a trap, and it has probably been lurking for a long time.

Black Box is waiting for his partner to step into this trap one day, which will be the time when he abandons the mayor.

Their hooks hit the man's trap squarely.

I really don't know if it's luck or bad luck.

Let her take this as their good luck.

"This... Ma'am, I don't like others to steal my business." The black box looked at Grace.

"God Crow," Grace added with a smile, "Mr. Black Box is sure I'm here to snatch business?"

"Aren't you?" The black box thought she was trying to fool her.

Grace shook her head, her eyes seemed to be looking through the table.

The black box felt inexplicably tense, and he had some bad thoughts.

"It seems a little bad to lie to Mr. Mayor, but I'm here for Mr. Black Box's thorn pattern."

Grace's bluntness silenced the black box.

The mayor is completely out of the situation, he can't even react to the conversation between the two.

All other guests in the clubhouse have completely gone/empty.

All that's left is the mayor, Grace, the black box, and two bodyguards.

Presumably, only one action or hint is needed, and the present silence and quiet will be occupied by gunshots.

"Shouldn't Ms. Crow put away her hand/gun first?" Black Box said suddenly, "I think since we want to discuss this topic, we should be friendly."

"Friendly?" Grace sneered.

"I think……"

Before the black box finished speaking, the ceiling somewhere suddenly fell down, and a man in a strange costume appeared along with the dust.

In the next second, gunshots erupted in the clubhouse.

Do not know who is the enemy, do not know who is the friend.

Deadpool wielded the two long knives in the not-so-capable space at an astonishingly fast speed.

The bullets seemed to have stagnated in front of him, all of them were cut or rebounded.

In just a few seconds, the bodyguards in the room collapsed and died.

The mayor has been petrified.

Grace took out the pistol/gun that had been on her lap and pointed it at the black box, looking at the middle-aged man with a smile.

"I now think it's quite 'friendly'." She said sarcastically.

"Oh, the little bird is so cool, I like it." Deadpool retracted the long knife and walked over.

Grace shot it with a sharp eye.

The surface of the black box did not change color.

He even... didn't show any fear, which was completely inconsistent with his previous expression of fear of death.

Grace found this odd.

"What the hell is that pattern of thorns?" she asked sharply.

The black box looked at her with some pity: "You won't understand."

"We're all living in cages," the black box said slowly. "You and I are no different."

"Please put away your hypocrisy," Grace said coldly, "I know, some words seem to be unspoken, and that will trigger something."

"Don't you think it's sad to live as someone else?" She hinted at something.

The black box shook his head: "The most important thing is to live, besides..."

"How do you know that I am living as someone else?" Black Box laughed.

Grace's calmness was shattered by this sentence.

She picked up the collar of the black box and pulled him up.

"What do you mean?" Grace's sixth sense told her, and she couldn't get much information this time.

"I've seen people like you before," Black Box looked at her, "but no one has ever found the truth."

"You too."

The cane carved with thorn patterns in the black box's hand suddenly radiated light.

Grace's hands are empty.

The black box disappeared in full view.

The author has something to say: the short story behind the text 3:

The black box likes to appear inscrutable.

But this can't change the fact that he was so hurt because he ended the live broadcast early and wasted a lot of money.

Live broadcasters have different ways of traversing hehe

The previous two that Grace met were soul wearers, and the black box was wearing

——Serious dividing line——

I have always been reluctant to disturb everyone's mood with a very serious or even angry attitude.

I think the little angels who have followed my first two articles should also know that I generally have a relatively peaceful attitude.

However, when I read some of the comments today, I was really irritated.

Solemnly stated one thing, and it has also been added to the copy.

I am a total bat blower.

Grandpa is my favorite superhero, bar none.

Although I haven't been in DC for too long, I have loved him for four or five years.

I understand that not everyone likes a character.

But I hope that diss his remarks will not appear in my article.

Next, this is another reason why my anger has multiplied.

I can barely accept that someone ky comes to say that the master is not good, but I can't accept that someone threatens me with a swipe.

I don't know if JJ smoked that comment or a reader deleted it himself, but I just said that I saw it, and I can find it in the background.

I was too busy learning to drive in the afternoon and didn't reply in time.

Although, this article is [-]% HE, but that's because I like HE, not because I was threatened.

I accept negative points from anyone who thinks my writing is OOC or ugly.

But HE is still BE, how to write the novel is a matter for me to decide.

Threatening me with a brush, dreaming.

I'm very sorry for disturbing everyone's mood. From reading the comments in the afternoon to finishing my busy day today, I finally finished typing until now, and I still can't calm down.

I hope I can bring you the story in my mind, just like the previous two articles.

I know that I have many shortcomings, but I still love everyone in the work.

I hope my lovely readers can have a good mood every day, I am very sorry today

Finally, show your heart