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When Finch said that she had protective equipment in her phone, Bruce's name popped into Grace's mind.

As for protection, she believed that it was a surveillance device.

On the contrary, the so-called protective function may be a bonus product.

It is true that Grace was still a little angry at that moment.

After all, she had been under surveillance for several months without knowing it.

Isn't it strange not to be angry?

But thinking about it later, she sighed in her heart.

It's not difficult for Bruce to act like this, and even she feels right for a moment.

The answer is obvious as to what a suspicious and cautious person would do to a person who has not been seen for many years and who is even suspected of being resurrected from the dead.

Grace should be surprised if Bruce doesn't do anything after that.

It's just that she should be thankful for the surveillance equipment placed in her mobile phone.

And most importantly, she seemed to have discovered the real purpose of Bruce's sudden rush to New York.

"So, you came to New York when you found out my phone was hacked?"

Grace stopped in her tracks, grinning with crooked eyes.

Bruce froze for a moment, not knowing what to answer at this moment.

And Grace didn't continue to press him, but just stared at him silently.

The man was silent for a while before speaking in a deep voice.

"...No," he seemed to be having a hard time speaking, maybe Grace's gaze was too sharp, "I care more about that 'her'."

This explanation sounds fine, and Bruce did discuss 'her' issues with Grace after he came over.

Whether for Bruce Wayne or Batman, 'she' is a rather troublesome existence.

"It seems that I am being sentimental." Grace laughed at herself in a joking tone.

She wasn't prepared to hear Bruce's caring words, and that was the real scary thing.

Grace didn't pay much attention to this question in her heart, but Bruce's expression changed a little after hearing her words.

He looked into Grace's eyes, opened his mouth slightly, but still didn't speak.

At this time, Grace may have intentionally or unintentionally changed the topic.

"About that 'her', there may be developments soon." Grace said.

Bruce's face also switched back to the expression when he was talking about business.

"It seems inappropriate to talk about it here." Grace looked at the surrounding environment. After all, this place is outdoors. It is too easy to be eavesdropped when discussing those issues in a large crowd. "I will tell you the specifics later. You are still staying in New York. how long?"

Bruce thought for a while and asked, "... how long do you estimate it will take to deal with Officer Carter's problem?"

"You can't tell," Grace lowered her eyes. "It could be very fast, or it could be very slow."

This kind of thing is really too difficult to say.

Bruce was silent for a moment, and replied: "I will stay in New York for another two days, what's the problem..."

"I'll tell you." Grace took him on, she knew he wanted to say it.

Before they knew it, they were about to circle back to the gate of the park.

At this time, Grace suddenly spoke.

"Bruce, I don't particularly mind you loading things into my phone," she said softly.

"I know it's hard for you to trust others. Perhaps nothing I say in front of you can be conclusive evidence."

"So... After more than two months of observation, what do you think?"

Grace looked up at him with seriousness in her eyes.

She wasn't joking, but she was asking this question with a serious attitude.

With the gray street lights and the dim environment, Grace's originally clear green eyes looked a little dark at this time.

But it unexpectedly increased the solemnity in her expression.

"Bruce, I can't do things with people who don't trust me."

For Grace, the most basic requirement of a team is trust.

Bruce was silent for a while before speaking.

"You're someone you can trust, Grace."

This is actually not an accurate answer.

Just say 'you are trustworthy', not 'I trust you'.

Grace felt a little disappointed in her heart, but she knew that forcing would not work.

For Bruce Wayne, no, for Batman, this may already be the best answer.

"I see." Grace smiled.

From returning to the car at the park to sending Grace back to her apartment, there was no further communication between the two.

During this time, the only words may be that Bruce told the driver the address of Grace's apartment.

The driver saw that the two went for a walk around the park and the atmosphere became more serious, and he was full of doubts.

The world of the rich may be so difficult to understand.

Grace's apartment arrived soon. She got out of the car and was about to say goodbye to Bruce, but she didn't expect the man to get out of the car with her.

"Anything else?" Grace looked at him suspiciously.

Bruce was silent for a while, and said, "I said before, I'm glad you're still alive, and you're not just being perfunctory."

Grace blinked, barely realizing what he was saying.

She couldn't help laughing: "Bruce, can you speak more directly?"

However, asking him to say directly that he was worried about her might really embarrass him.

"..." Bruce rolled his eyes, seeming a little uncomfortable.

"I know," Grace patted him on the shoulder as if they were brothers, "you don't need to say that much."

"Ah, speaking of it, don't be so reserved with Jason. I doubt that anyone but Alfred can understand your crooked way of expression."

Grace immediately added gravely.

She really doubted whether he knew how to get along with his son.

Bruce looked even more uncomfortable, he opened his mouth slightly and then closed it, as if he couldn't find any words to refute.

"By the way," Grace suddenly remembered something, "Next time I go to your place, don't come and climb the window."

"I'm about to have a new tenant here."

*****

"It's nice here."

The brown-black-haired woman sat on the edge of the windowsill, looking at the street scene below with great interest.

"I suggest you not sit in such a dangerous place, this is the fourth floor."

Grace said while packing her things.

Gen turned to look at Grace, who was busy, and showed a sweet smile.

"You are really caring." She also said this when she first met Grace.

"Really," Grace finally put the pistol/gun into the small bag, "Thank you for the compliment."

When she said this, there was no warmth in her tone.

"Harold just refuses to believe that I won't run away," Gen said slightly aggrieved, "Do you believe me?"

Grace put on the windbreaker jacket, and she could vaguely see the hidden gun holster inside, but it disappeared completely after wrapping the clothes.

She's going to the auction house today, this time it's a stalking operation.

It has to be said that she has already begun to feel that this team seems to be very rich.

At the very least, when Xiao showed her the gun inventory with bright eyes and said that she could use it as she wished, she already felt a rush of money.

The most important thing is, why even have rocket launchers?

Grace felt a little envious in her heart.

"What do you think?" Grace asked back.

Gen twitched the corners of his mouth pretendingly, as if he was very disappointed.

However, she certainly knew that Grace would not trust her completely.

"For today's action, remember to protect yourself and don't become full of holes."

"That way no one can save you, including that 'her'."

Grace lowered her voice, looking quite threatening.

Gen laughed, and she shook her head: "She won't let me get hurt."

"Then I'll wait and see."

*****

Today's auction started at three o'clock in the afternoon, and it was a bit late when Grace and Gen arrived.

They picked a seat at the back and sat down, and the auction was about to start soon.

Grace's target was sitting on a bench in the first row.

Grace has already obtained the general information from Finch.

Today, the owner of the antique shop will come to launder the money of the Russian gangsters as usual.

HR will definitely send someone over to confirm the situation.

Simmons is very likely, after all, this is not a small number.

Even if it's not Simmons, it may be other high-level people, as long as anyone who can get in touch with the HR leader has the value of tracking.

And this time she won't be ashamed.

The auction site was very lively. Although Grace didn't understand antiques at all, Gen would give some popular science from time to time.

Soon, antique store owners were bidding on a baseball with star players written all over it.

The price shot up to $440 million in no time.

Grace turned her head to look without leaving any trace, and found the man standing at the door.

Simmons is wearing casual clothes today, and he doesn't look very conspicuous.

Grace quickly looked away, and at this time the owner of the antique shop had already bought the baseball for $440 million.

At this time, Grace's cell phone vibrated suddenly.

She looked around, and when she answered the phone, Finch's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Ms. Louisa, has the thing been photographed?"

"If you're talking about baseballs that cost an awful lot, all I can say is yes."

"That's a real antique! It's not a fake!"

Finch's tone was extremely fast at this time, and he was not at all calm as usual.

Grace frowned, not even understanding the situation.

"what happened?"

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Xiao (takes out a lot of inventory): Pick whatever you want! (proud)

Grace (envious): OMG, really?

Xiao (nodding his head): of course

Grace (broken thoughts): I want it too...

Master: (Why did you look over)

It may be really difficult to get the master to speak honestly

Prepare to make a large-scale magical change to the plot of POI's antique dealer and HR (.