[Comprehensive] Live broadcast every day

"Why are you here?"

Grace seemed to take a breath for a moment, put the pistol/gun back into the holster, and turned on the light in the living room.

"Please, Mr. Batman, can you turn on the light." Grace said angrily.

Bruce wasn't wearing a uniform, of course, but he was still all in black, and he even had a black hat in his hand.

No matter how you look at it, he didn't enter the room through the main entrance.

"I'm here to bring you something." Bruce said directly, ignoring the slight dissatisfaction in her tone.

Grace raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised that he came to New York in person.

She walked to the refrigerator and asked as she opened it, "Anything to drink?"

"No," Bruce shook his head, "how's the situation now?"

Grace opened a can of beer and walked over to sit across from Bruce.

"It's okay, don't worry about me," Grace smiled at him, and then her expression sank again, "It's Officer Carter..."

"I still have to watch that live broadcaster use her body, and I'm a little unhappy." She frowned slightly and took a sip of beer.

Bruce didn't say much, and put a bag on the ground on the table.

He opened the zipper and took out a few things inside.

"Flash/light bombs, tear gas, slings, monitors, plastic/plastic bombs/bombs, small bombs/bombs."

He put these things on the table and explained the functions to Grace one by one.

Her eyes lit up a little when she saw these things. As expected of Bruce's inventory, everything was really complete.

The only pity is that there are no guns in Batman's inventory.

"Thank you, it was a great help." Grace pursed her lips and smiled.

Bruce stuffed the weapons back again, and said, "You can order the quantity yourself later, it should be enough."

"Okay." Grace nodded.

After these few words, Bruce seemed to be unable to find a topic, and became silent.

Grace has some things she wants to ask her, such as...

"What are you doing in New York?" Grace blinked.

She didn't think Bruce would need to come to New York to deliver these things.

"... Tomorrow Wayne Group and Stark Industries have an important project to discuss."

The implication is that his boss needs to be present symbolically.

"Are you going to come here so seriously?" Grace exclaimed exaggeratedly, teasing him deliberately.

Bruce glanced at her helplessly, and could only say, "Yes."

Grace stared at him, reluctantly choosing to believe his words.

"I met two people this morning." She turned the topic back to business.

She and Bruce outline the conversation between her and Reaser.

"Compared with Root, I care more about who that 'she' is." Grace lowered her eyes and thought about this question.

Gen brings people the feeling of being crazy and rational. This kind of contradiction is placed on a person, making her look very mysterious.

When she spoke, she always had a bit of fanaticism towards that 'her', but she acted neatly, not like a psychopath.

And Riise and Xiao, although they have a relationship with that 'her', they don't show any root at all.

To Grace, they had an aura similar to most of the military she'd seen.

And their attitude towards Gen is also very strange, they took the comatose Root away, but it was not a performance towards their companions.

Similarly, it is not the performance of the enemy.

"What is 'she' to Reese and Shaw?"

In short, it will not be the object of admiration, but they do not want others to know the existence of 'her'.

Bruce was also in thought, tapping his fingers on the table lightly, and it took a while before he spoke again.

"An existence beyond the scope of human beings directs their actions."

"'She' has the ability to predict the situation in advance, such as telling the root that there will be agents to assassinate her."

"'She' can also mobilize resources within the system to control your partner's transfer, and thus lead you there."

"At the same time, I guess that 'she' does not have the ability to act independently, and may be physically disabled."

Bruce says a lot at once, pretty much on the same page as Grace.

"On that last point," Grace added, "the possibility that she's not suffering from a disease but being manipulated, I think that's also possible."

Bruce thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement with her.

"In any case, 'her' is powerful." This was enough to arouse their vigilance.

"But I don't understand why 'she' wants to help me?" Grace frowned slightly, "And, how did 'she' know about the live broadcast? Or, how did 'she' find out that Carter was broadcast by the live broadcaster? Possessed?"

Bruce was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice: "Maybe she has more than just the ability to predict events."

Grace's expression paused, and suddenly felt that Bruce's words were a bit permeable.

What if, 'she' could know anyone's actions anytime, anywhere?

Both of them seemed to have thought about this direction, they looked at each other and fell silent.

"I will probably still be in contact with those people in the future," Grace finally broke the silence, "I will find a way."

Bruce shook his head and said, "You can't be alone."

If 'she' was a human being, there might be room for things to turn around, but Bruce was worried that 'she' might not even be a human being.

This has raised Bruce's doubts and vigilance to the highest level.

"Bruce, you can't stay away from Gotham for a long time." Grace brought the problem to the surface.

This is a very fatal problem for Bruce.

"A few days away from Nightwing and Robin can be controlled." Bruce still has confidence in the children he has taught.

"We probably won't be able to fix this in a few days." Grace stared at him.

"Then find a way to solve it in a few days."

Bruce obviously didn't put on Batman's uniform, but Grace still read Batman's tone from this sentence.

And that pressure.

Grace smiled.

She drank the beer in one gulp, crushed the can and threw it into the trash can in the living room.

"I have to get rid of Officer Carter's crisis first." Grace took out her small handbook for recording information. "HR has been entrenched in New York for so long, and it's not easy to solve them."

She turned the brochure the other way, pointing to a piece of information for Bruce to read.

"I found the address at a policeman's house this afternoon."

"I've checked. It's a second-hand antique store."

"There's nothing special about the antique shop, and it doesn't have any valuables."

This is also what makes Grace puzzled. If it is just an ordinary antique store, why should the HR people pay attention?

However, Bruce, who had experienced many battles, quickly reacted.

“It could be a transit point for money laundering,” he said. “It’s a very common practice.”

For example, Party A and Party B have a cooperative relationship.

Party A asks the owner of the antique shop to use black money to auction antiques at Party B’s auction, and the money goes to Party B’s hands, and then Party B hands it over to Party A. Then the black money will be completely washed.

Of course, the antiques photographed must be fakes.

After listening to Bruce's explanation, Grace immediately understood.

"So, we can investigate the owner of the antique shop."

Bruce nodded slightly, he hesitated, and reminded: "Be careful."

"I will," Grace smiled, "so let's get here today."

"Boss Wayne has business to do tomorrow, so he needs to go to bed early and get up early, doesn't he?" She teased.

"...the meeting is in the afternoon." Bruce felt taunted by her.

Batman has never had such a thing as going to bed early and getting up early to be healthy.

Grace laughed lowly.

"Come on," she began to chase people away, "Go through the window or the door?"

"……Door."

Grace sent Bruce to the door and watched him put on his black hat, the shadow of the brim of which almost covered most of his face.

"Speaking of...the meeting was in the afternoon, but you came here today?" Grace suddenly felt that she had discovered a blind spot.

Still the same sentence, she still didn't feel that Bruce would come here personally to deliver something to her.

Even if something happens the next day.

After all, that means Gotham is without Batman tonight.

Bruce fell silent again because of his question.

"This project needs to be taken seriously," he replied dryly.

Grace thinks Bruce must be talking nonsense.

The Wayne Group has cooperated with so many giant companies, and they haven't seen Bruce appear every time.

"Don't tell me it's because you're worried about me?" Grace said jokingly.

The expression on Bruce's face paused unnaturally, but fortunately, Grace couldn't see clearly because of the brim of his hat.

"No, I believe in your strength." He replied calmly.

Of course Grace knew that she would get this answer, so she could only pretend to be disappointed and said, "I thought so."

"Just kidding," she added quickly, "We'll talk about Gen and that 'her' next time."

"I will act as soon as possible for the live broadcaster."

Bruce looked at her serious expression and nodded in response: "Okay."

The two said their goodbyes, and Bruce left quickly.

Grace went back to her room and began to plan tomorrow's move.

*****

Gotham ten hours ago

Bruce hadn't slept all night, and Alfred had just brought him breakfast and tried to dissuade him in vain.

Just as he was finishing a sandwich, an alarm went off on the supercomputer.

It was an alert from the protective tracking software he secretly installed on Grace's phone before.

Her phone was hacked.

Bruce frowned for a while, and quickly carried out the tracking work.

However, it is a pity that the equipment over there seemed to be broken before he could find anything.

Perhaps the other party destroyed their own equipment.

Grace's cell phone needs to be monitored, which means that she is not yet under the control of the other party.

Bruce paused for a moment with the hand that was holding the phone to make a call, and put the phone back where it was.

"Is it really okay for you not to tell Miss Grace?" Alfred looked at everything and asked calmly.

"She's fine," Bruce replied quickly.

The old butler suddenly fell silent. He looked up at the old butler, and found that the other side was looking at him helplessly.

"I mean the software you installed on Miss Grace's phone."

To say that it is software is already considered polite, it is basically a monitoring device.

Bruce didn't answer his butler.

"...Alfred, I'm going to New York in the afternoon, and I'm getting ready to get off the plane." He said.

"Is there anything important?"

"Tomorrow there will be a project discussion with Stark Corporation."

Bruce said calmly.

The author has something to say: the short story behind the text 4:

For Bruce, he experienced 'lost' many times.

And it's an amazing feeling to get it back.

It also made him a little weird.

But he may never admit it for the rest of his life, his mood at that moment was unspeakably happy.

A big tsundere scene of a master

Regarding the meme of the monitor, when I watched "Justice League vs. Teen Titans" before, I laughed when Rice silently installed GPS for the team members.

As expected of the master's son (hey