After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

The person sent by the Lex Group was not the "new friend" Lex Luthor that the Penguin claimed, but Mercy Graves, his representative. She was able to represent her boss to some extent, but his mood couldn't help but turn sour a little.

—Damn Lex Luthor.He was ruthless in his heart, one day he would ruthlessly trample these guys who looked down on him, as long as he had the chance...!

"Miss Graves," he was not very happy, and his face couldn't help showing a little bit, "I didn't expect you to come, and Mr. Luthor? I thought he was looking forward to this transaction?"

"The boss wanted to come over in person," explained Mercy Graves, "but it would be too conspicuous that way. We have every reason to believe that the second he entered Gotham, Batman would have heard the message." , to sabotage the deal."

—Speaking as if your purpose wasn't obvious enough.Coppert cursed in his heart, but nodded on the surface: "I see. Then, let's not waste time." He waved his hand, and his men immediately brought the box full of kryptonite over.

"This is the goods we agreed on." He said, "Maybe Miss Graves still needs to inspect the goods?" After finishing speaking, before the other party could answer, he took the first step and motioned to Hilda behind him: "Hilda Da."

Hilda, who had been thinking about "how to deal with Blue Krypton and give it to Bruce", looked at him in confusion: "...Huh?"

The Penguin frowned: "Go and open the box and let Miss Graves inspect the goods."

Hilda frowned.

She stared at the Penguin, deeply wondering if she gave him too much face, so that this guy immediately floated up—she meant that the contract didn't say that she was also responsible for doing chores, her job was obviously just to do Bodyguard: As long as the Penguin is not dead, other things have nothing to do with her.

Coppert understood her thoughts in an instant, and he glanced at Hilda's bag containing kryptonite suggestively, signaling her not to lose the chain at this moment.At this moment, Hilda finally understands that there is no free lunch in this damn world, because temporary free will inevitably mean other "prices".

But is it necessary to throw the blue krypton in his hand directly to Cobblepot?No—that wouldn't work either, so resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she stepped forward and opened the box effortlessly.

Mercy Graves glanced over the kryptonite, then landed on Hilda, froze slightly.She reacted quickly, and immediately shifted her gaze calmly, concealing her momentary absence.

However, it was too late.The penguin who has been paying attention to her has already seen everything in his eyes.Seeing that everything was developing as he expected, he slightly hooked the corner of his lower lip, and said nonchalantly, "...how is it? Are there any problems with the goods?"

"Yes." Graves nodded. "As we said, the money will come to you later."

Penguin shook his stubby fingers and smiled falsely. "Money isn't important, ma'am. New friendships—that's the most important thing in this deal."

"I believe Mr. Luthor also has the same thought." She replied, paused, as if her gaze fell on Hilda inadvertently, "Is this Miss Hilda...?"

—too urgent.Acted too urgently.

The Penguin laughed from the bottom of his heart, and suddenly began to rejoice that it wasn't Lex Luthor who came today, because that cunning man would never have exposed his thoughts so urgently.

"My bodyguard," he replied, pretending to be ignorant, half-showing off to Graves, "Gotham's up-and-coming newcomer—Hilda Walker. Don't underestimate her. , although she has just come to Gotham not long ago, she has already proved that she is far from being a human being by virtue of her own strength - the moment I knew her, I made up my mind that I must hire her to be my bodyguard at any cost .”

Hilda listened to this praise with a blank face, without any fluctuations in her heart.

Mercy Graves lowered her eyes and smiled slightly: "It's incredible."

It was unexpected that she would meet this face here.As Lex Luthor's most important assistant, Mercy knows almost everything about Luthor. She knows Luthor's tenacious attachment to Superman, and even more what he has done for this attachment.He once tried to use the private satellite produced by the Lex Group to monitor the Kryptonians. As a result, the satellite was suddenly damaged during operation a few months ago. The staff of the Lex Group rushed to repair it for more than half a month and rescued a very limited Take a video.

They photographed the god on earth and a girl who could not be identified using facial recognition.

Luther, who has always been very sensitive to Superman, was very concerned about this incident. He thought that this girl was related to Superman, and might even be useful to his plan, so he checked the video over and over again, hoping to find some information—so much so that Mercy I also remember this face.That's why she was so surprised when she accidentally saw Hilda at Penguin.And the words that Penguin said afterwards, "newcomer" and "far from extraordinary", were full of hints in her ears, making her more sure that the girl in front of her was the one Luthor had been looking for.

She knew that her abnormality would never escape the eyes of a guy like Penguin, but she still didn't know for a while whether all this was a deliberate trick set up by Penguin, or was it really just a coincidence?

Mercy gathered herself together and decided to leave this doubt to Luther to deal with. Now she just needs to find a way to bring this box of kryptonite back to Metropolis unscathed—bring it back to her boss.

"Miss Graves," the Penguin's voice sounded again, his eyes fell on her like a vulture staring at its coveted prey, "I think our transaction today is quite pleasant, but I don't want There's one other thing I left out—…I once made a small proposal to Luthor..."

Mercy was very calm: "I'm about to tell you about this, Mr. Copperpot. Regarding your proposal, my boss hopes to communicate with you directly at the banquet held later. This is entirely for safety reasons. After all , as we all know, Metropolis is far safer than Gotham."

Coppert was silent, he had to admit that Mercy's words were indeed reasonable.As much as he hates leaving Gotham City, but...

He nodded, with a cold expression: "I understand. Then, I will quietly look forward to this grand banquet." - It seems that his plan still needs to be revised.These outlanders were not very trustworthy, though he had never intended to trust them.

He politely asked to stay: "It's so late now, why don't you just stay in Gotham for one night, and I will ask someone to arrange a place to stay."

"No need, Mr. Copperpot." Graves shook his head, "I must send this batch of goods back to the Metropolis as soon as possible, so as not to have long nights and dreams." After she finished speaking, she changed the subject, "I don't know if Mr. Copperpot can Would you like to provide some bodyguards to escort us back to the Metropolis? We are willing to provide for an additional fee."

Coppert rubbed his weird bird-headed black umbrella with a half-smile: "...of course, I have always paid great attention to after-sales service for customers."

Graves' eyes fell on Hilda unabashedly—anyway, Copperpot had already seen her gaffe, so he might as well express his intentions openly: "Maybe Miss Hilda is willing to accompany us one trip."

Coppert: Huh.

"Sorry, but I'm a good boss who respects the opinions of my subordinates." After that, he casually raised his head and asked Hilda, "Hilda, are you willing to escort Miss Graves to the Metropolis?"

Hilda didn't hesitate: "Not happy."

This answer was completely within Coppert's expectation. He pretended to be helpless and spread his hands and said, "It seems that there is no other way. Maybe Miss Graves has other bodyguards she likes?"

Graves stared at Hilda calmly: "We are willing to pay an extra commission, the Lex Group has always been generous in this regard."

Hilda twitched the corner of her mouth, touched the blue krypton again with her hand in her pocket: "No, I'm not interested in working overtime."

Graves did not give up: "yes"

"Look - those who don't know think that the Lex Group is planning to poach my corner." The Penguin interrupted her, the corners of his mouth sank, as if he was unhappy because of her actions, because of these words, the whole room The atmosphere in the room became tense at the same time, and it was no surprise that Mercy noticed that several bodyguards behind him had touched their weapons.

"..." Weighing the pros and cons, she knew that she was doomed to fail to fulfill her wish today, so she could only take a deep look at Hilda, then retracted her gaze, "I understand."

Mercy Graves said goodbye to Coppert calmly, and then left the Iceberg Clubhouse with her men.As for whether she can successfully transport the box of kryptonite out of Gotham and bring it back to Luthor, that's not what Coppert cares about.

He sat on his leather seat, took a sip of wine, and finally remembered Hilda who hadn't dealt with it just now: "You've been absent-minded all night. This is not the work attitude I want, Hilda."

"Today is not the day when the contract comes into force," Hilda said, "This is overtime, sir."

Cobbot stalked, his eyes fell on her kryptonite pocket again: "...I think I've paid for it."

Hilda didn't budge an inch: "I also paid the corresponding labor."

Coppert smiled bluntly: "...you really don't want to take any losses, Walker."

"I've found," Hilda mused, "that you call me by my last name every time you see me upset."

Copperpot: "Do I still have to boast about your keen observation skills? I didn't hire you to let you observe the details of my language."

"You hired me to protect your own safety, but I don't think you are in danger now." Hilda spread her hands, "If you encounter Black Mask or Batman, I will definitely stand in front of you, this is professional ethics I still have it."

Coppert said meanly: "I really appreciate your 'blessing'. You don't think about Bruce Wayne all night, do you?"

Hilda nodded calmly: "Yeah... I didn't expect you to know me quite well."

Copperpot: "...Why, you plan to give that young master a blue krypton? Don't blame me for not reminding you that the gems Bruce Wayne casually gave to his lover are far more than blue krypton. Wayne The heir to the Corporation doesn't need to deal with Superman, Kryptonite is nothing more than a broken rock to him."

Hilda took out the stone from her pocket, tossed it casually, and then caught it: "Of course not, what are you thinking? I wouldn't be so sloppy and just give him a kryptonite. I'm just thinking I thought... I haven't seen him for a long time, so I should prepare something special when we meet again after a long absence."

Cobbot is a bit jaded: "I'm not interested in this topic."

Hilda blinked: "I don't care if you are interested in this topic, dear Oswald."

She tossed the piece of blue krypton again, showing a smile that was so kind that Oswald Coppert had a bad feeling: "...I just want you to fulfill your promise and provide me with funds."

Penguin did not know how many times he began to wonder if his choice of hiring Hilda was a complete mistake.

... Unfortunately, obviously, such doubts will happen countless times in the future.