[Comprehensive] Live broadcast every day

"Ms. Louisa, you've looked preoccupied since you got back from Washington."

Finch looked at Grace, who was sitting across from her absent-mindedly, and spoke with a slight frown.

Grace immediately reacted, smiled at Finch, and replied, "Sorry for worrying you, I'm fine."

The two were sitting at a table in an abandoned library, facing each other, eating waffles that Grace bought from outside for breakfast.

The little bear is enjoying his reduced dog food, which is said to be because Finch recently discovered that he has gained weight.

Finch realized that it was Grace who looked at the table for the first time and started to be dazed. The waffle was only half eaten, and the coffee was probably only a few sips.

"Cough, Grace." Finch suddenly said with a somewhat tangled expression.

"Huh?" She looked over suspiciously.

Finch hesitated for a while, then said, "Um... I know, that's your private life, I shouldn't say too much."

"Huh?" Grace was even more confused.

"I mean, Um... Bruce Wayne... he um..." Finch was a little embarrassed.

Grace blinked, and a dumbfounding look crept up her face.

"Finch, whatever you're thinking, I want to say that you must have misunderstood," she said quickly.

Finch looked at her in embarrassment, as if there was still disapproval in his eyes.

"Mr. Stark mentioned the name Bruce before, and among the people he knows..." He paused here.

"In addition to the previous news," Finch frowned slightly, "I don't think that is a particularly suitable candidate."

In fact, he has been holding back this matter for a long time.

During this period of time, Grace has always looked heavy, which made Finch have to think more.

News, what news?

Grace quickly turned on her phone and searched the entertainment news from half a month ago, and she was at a loss for words when she saw the headlines.

In fact, it was no different from what she saw before, probably Bruce Wayne bought some jewelry store or something to please his female companion.

She's almost getting tired of watching it.

But...it seems that there is still some strange feeling in my heart.

She couldn't explain why, but she knew it was Bruce's routine, and she should be used to it.

"Finch, it really has nothing to do with him." Grace explained with a wry smile.

"I did know him, a long time ago," she said, pausing here, still couldn't help defending Bruce, "He's not the kind of person people see."

Finch looked at Grace with some concern, why did this sentence sound so deep in love.

Grace felt that the more she talked, the more she described it, the more she described it, she changed the subject immediately.

"I just had some conflicts with my adoptive father..."

She still chose not to reveal everything. Although Finch and the others knew about the live broadcaster, the numbers usually given by TheMachine were enough, so there was no need to worry about it.

"Oh, this is really..." Finch was surprised and said with some embarrassment, "I hope you can settle this matter satisfactorily."

"Parents are a distant topic for me." Finch seemed to have some nostalgia in his eyes.

"I hope so too." Grace pursed her lips and smiled, but her eyes were a little confused.

She quickly hid her negative emotions and looked up at Finch: "It seems that there are no numbers these days?"

"Occasionally there will be times like this," Finch took a sip of coffee, "maybe it means world peace."

Grace laughed, nodded and said, "That makes sense."

Finch and Tony's plans for The Machine makeover are well underway.

Because of the ongoing transformation, the numbers on their side are not as fast as before, and sometimes the time to investigate the numbers is very tight.

However, in a few months, you may be able to see the newly launched TheMachine, and then there will be no such problems.

The government lost the Samaritans, which forced them to turn their attention to The Machine again.

During this time, Gen was often absent, and when asked about her, she only told them that she was dealing with some leftover issues of the Samaritans.

Most seemed to be for a group called Decima that Grace didn't know very well.

In addition, when Grace and Natasha went out for dinner and exchanged information, they discovered that the reason Hydra was eyeing the Samaritan seemed to be Desima.

Whether Desima sold the information to Hydra, or Hydra stole the information from Desima, Desima's people will not be in the United States for long.

In a sense, it also solved a serious problem of Finch and the others.

A few days ago, Bruce told Grace that the broadcaster had been transferred to a federal prison and would be tried in two months.

Grace didn't plan to go back to Washington, and she didn't bother to look at the face of the live broadcaster.

However, when the broadcaster was executed, she would definitely be there.

During this period of time, except for Ivan, she was very troubled, and everything else was going smoothly.

Grace and Finch finished their breakfast, and she was ready to go.

Today she just came here as a routine to help Finch go to the little bear in the morning.

"I'll go first, call me if you have a number."

Grace said goodbye to Finch, bent down and touched Cub's head.

"Ha/veagoodday, Ms. Louisa," Finch said with a smile.

"You too." Grace smiled back.

Grace left the abandoned library and came to the street.

It is almost eight o'clock in the morning, which is the peak time for people to go to work.

Grace shuttled among the people coming and going, and couldn't help but think about Ivan's question again.

Suddenly, her cell phone rang.

Grace took out her mobile phone from her pocket, and the caller ID on it was an unknown number.

She frowned slightly and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Grace Louisa." A familiar voice.

Her expression suddenly froze on her face, and the hand holding the phone suddenly exerted force, and the joints were a little white.

It was the broadcaster.

"You may be wondering why I have your phone number." The other side laughed lightly.

"I just escaped from prison."

Grace's pupils constricted.

"It's impossible!" she said in a deep voice.

If he escapes, the federal prison will contact the Justice League immediately, Bruce will tell her, and there is no way she will not know.

"Look at your phone."

Grace immediately looked at the phone, it was a URL sent by a text message.

She turned it on, and after the loading circle disappeared, a video popped up.

This seems to be a real-time broadcast video, and what is shown on it is actually her living room.

Ivan was sitting on the sofa, holding the letter, in a daze.

Grace felt her hands grow cold.

"What do you mean?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"If you don't do what I tell you next, your father will... Boom!" The voice over there sounded delighted.

Her hand holding the phone was trembling.

"Don't even think about calling for help, like your companion in a fancy dress."

The person on the other end of the phone told exactly where Grace was, what clothes she was wearing today, and what the passers-by were like.

Knowing that someone was watching her, Grace turned her head quickly and looked around, but found no one behaving strangely.

"Don't look for it, you can't find mine."

"Then, if you understand the current situation, throw all the communication equipment and weapons on your body except this mobile phone into the trash can on the side of the road."

"Don't play tricks, I'm watching you."

"Or, if you want your father to turn into a piece of black coal."

Grace took a deep breath, her head aching.

She took out the two pistols/guns and a dagger on her body, and threw her and Bruce's communicator into the trash can.

"Very well, there is a taxi parked in front, did you see it?"

Grace turned her head and saw a yellow taxi parked on the side of the road.

"Get in the car and sit in the back."

She was about to shatter the phone.

Grace stepped forward and opened the taxi door.

The man in the driver's seat was wearing a hat, but she could actually see the green hair beneath it, and he was wearing a purple suit.

Nothing like driving a taxi.

It won't be the broadcaster.

"Hello, dear."

After Grace sat down, the man turned his head. It was a... distorted clown face.

Before Grace could react, a light green gas suddenly shot out from above her.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Grace didn't have time to hold her breath, and within a few seconds of inhaling the poisonous gas, she felt that everything around her became blurred.

"Have a good dream, dear," said the man.

"Because that will be your last dream."

Grace heard the man's maniacal laughter, which was so weird that it made people shudder.

She collapsed on the back seat.

The man laughed for a while, then finally stopped.

He laughed until tears came out, raised his hand and took out a handkerchief to wipe it pretendingly, and blinked at Grace who passed out behind the car.

"It's interesting, new faces," he murmured, "Oh yes yes."

He leaned over from the driver's seat and picked up Grace's cell phone that had been left on the seat.

"That's not necessary. It would be too boring to find that little bat so quickly."

The man picked up the phone and threw it on the road, and the next second he heard the sound of wheels rolling over the phone.

"Oh, that sounds really good."

He smiled happily again.

The author has something to say: As the saying goes, if you have Batman, can the ugly be far behind?

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It's time to come, it will always come, wait, master, don't take the bat mark, wait... Ugh