After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

banquet.

It was Hilda's first time attending such a grand dinner.

Unfortunately, not as an invited guest, but as the guest's bodyguard and... female companion.

She followed the Penguin and saw many faces that she often saw on TV along the way, and even met the two reporters from the "Daily Planet" she met on the day she and Bruce first dated.

...Ah, Bruce, speaking of Bruce, Hilda thought of what happened a few days ago.That little misunderstanding did not cause a rift in their relationship, on the contrary, it became a catalyst to promote the development of the relationship. That night, the two people affected by different emotions were like cooking oil in a fire, pulling each other together in the fierce collision. Falling into the abyss with each other, the entanglement burned all night until dawn.As a result, all insignificant cracks were melted away in this raging fire.

...Even today, no, it should be said, just today, she seriously took Bruce to recollect it again.

So, what is Bruce doing now?are you awake?Still sleeping?Have you left Wayne Manor?Or are you struggling with how to cover up those excessive traces in front of yourself in the mirror?

Her thoughts gradually drifted away, and slowly drifted back in every false greeting.

Although the name is a gathering of entrepreneurs, not only entrepreneurs are present, but also celebrities and ladies of all colors, journalists and models, all come here after hearing the news, hoping to become the lucky ones who stand out from the crowd without knowing the purpose, and get the chance to step up to the sky .

Everyone wants to try their luck, except Hilda.

"Can't you put on a smiling face?" After greeting an acquaintance again, Penguin led her to a remote place and whispered, "I brought you to a banquet, not a funeral. "

"How can you make me laugh?" Hilda raised her eyebrows and asked back, "My boyfriend is also going to this banquet tonight, and when he comes, he will see his girlfriend wearing a dress and another The man stands together as his female companion—I think that when I go home at night, I will face Bruce's questioning, and maybe I will be forced to sleep in the study, let alone laughing, I want to cry."

The Penguin hated iron and steel: "...he has a pretty face, how dare he let you sleep in the study? Aren't you very strong? Beat him up and see if he dares to let you sleep in the study again."

"What do you know?" She felt that she had found the reason why Penguin was single. "Sleeping in the study is a kind of fun between lovers!"

Copperpot: "? Then you can enjoy this kind of fun."

Hilda couldn't help but said: "...Boss, you are a complete villain."

Penguin thinks Hilda is sick: "You are really troublesome, I don't want to bother with you, you just treat attending the banquet as a work task for me now, laugh, don't let people think that you were kidnapped by me to attend the banquet of."

"The contract asked me to be a bodyguard, but I didn't ask me to be a female companion and laugh with you. I have already said that I can stand behind you in a suit to protect you, but you insist on me wearing an evening dress," Hilda flipped He rolled his eyes, "If something unexpected happens later and I don't have time to act, don't regret it."

"Impossible, what's wrong with you thinking of Luthor? Are you ruining your own business?" Penguin's eyebrows twitched, "...I didn't make you laugh, at least you put on an air in front of others, don't look unhappy... ...Oh——Lex, my friend." He raised the corners of his lips towards the visitor, and offered to extend his hand.

"Like you?" Hilda asked in a low voice.

The penguin's lips didn't move, and he warned fiercely, "Shut up."

Lex Luthor pretended he didn't hear anything, and shook hands with him in a natural manner: "Oswald, long time no see—" His eyes fell on Hilda, who was wearing a black high coat The forked dress, black hair and red lips, and an indifferent expression, are quite different from the young girl in the photo who is wearing denim and laughing wantonly, but she is more like the character Luthor imagined in his mind.

—a ruthless warrior.

"...This is your female companion?" He heard his own voice.

"Yes, this is Hilda." Copperpot ignored his pretentiousness.

Hilda glanced casually at the bald man in front of her, her brown eyes flicked across his face, and she turned away rudely.

She didn't look like a beautiful girl who came to a party full of joy, but like a witch waiting for a chance to mess up the party at any time.

"Miss Hilda," Luther smiled politely at her, "Although I've never met her before, I've admired her for a long time."

"Me too, Mr. Luthor." Hilda twitched her lips, "After all, not long ago, your superman-like robot hunted down me and my boss."

The expressions of Penguin and Luther froze at the same time.

Although the two of them tacitly ignored what happened that day at the same time, Hilda directly tore through the disguise and revealed it, just like the emperor's new clothes, and it was inevitable that they would be a little shameless.

Penguin's face was half dark, and he glanced at the meddling Hilda: She made everything clear, how could he pretend not to know anything?

So he coughed, raised his eyebrows and looked at Luther, waiting for his "explanation".

Luthor frowned, showing a surprised expression: "What? Is there any misunderstanding? I did sell a robot to Black Mask, but I never meant to be detrimental to you and Mr. Copperpot. How could I What about doing something illegal?"

Hilda laughed and said lazily: "Oh, maybe I misunderstood. I don't know how much Black Mask paid you to sell that very expensive robot? If possible, Our boss also wants to have a superhuman body-sized robot." She lightly put one hand on the penguin's shoulder and said, "Right? Boss?"

Penguin: ...I'm not, I don't.

He wisely chose to remain silent, just turning the black umbrella in his hand.

Less than 10 meters away from the three of them, the young reporter Clark Kent subconsciously pricked up his ears because of the word "Superman".

"I'm sorry," Luther said without changing his expression, "but it's clear that the machine still has a lot of room for improvement, and it won't be sold now."

"What a pity." Hilda shrugged her shoulders and smiled disdainfully. "I hope you can finish that machine as soon as possible. I also want to see what kind of scene it will be when Superman fights Superman."

The scene was a little stagnant.

The Penguin cleared his throat: "Okay, my friends, let's talk about something more enjoyable. I heard that you intend to run for president? Lex."

"Oh, yes." Luther said, "I do have this idea, but everything has not been clarified yet. After all, running for president is not an easy task."

"That's right," agreed Cobbot. "Politics is not an easy thing to do. It represents responsibility and courage to stand up to some nasty resistance."

Luther smiled: "I agree with you very much, my friend, you seem to have a lot of insight into this matter."

"To be honest," Penguin smiled subtly, "I also plan..."

His unspoken words were interrupted by the sudden surge of whispers in the banquet, and people poured their eager eyes on the door of the banquet hall, just because a superstar from Vanity Fair had arrived—Tony Stark.

He was wearing sunglasses, with one hand casually in the pocket of the gray striped suit pants, and walking into the banquet hall was like walking back to his own living room.In the surroundings and greetings of the crowd, he showed a kind of skillful indifference, as if he didn't pay attention to the attention of the crowd at all - for him, all the halo flowers and the pursuit of mortals are nothing more than normal things in life. But the scene.

His eyes scanned the hall for a week, and inadvertently landed on Hilda, then paused slightly, glanced at Luther and the Penguin again, then thought for a while, and walked towards the three of them.

Hilda took a step back.

"Iron Man." Penguin muttered, glancing at Lex Luthor, "I didn't expect you to invite him."

"A well-known entrepreneur in the United States, why is Stark missing?" Luther said flatly, "It's just that I didn't expect that he would actually come."

Coppert slandered in his heart: Your expression doesn't look like you didn't expect it.

"What are you talking about, host?" Stark came over, "Oh, Luther, today you are as dazzling as ever, I mean, under the lights."

Luther: "...good evening, Stark, I guess I can't hear such a normal sentence from you, can I?"

"Perhaps," replied the famous genius casually, his eyes resting on Hilda, "hey, sweetheart, you look familiar, have we met somewhere? - oh, don't tell me the answer yet, Let me guess, New York Fashion Week? Las Vegas?"

Luther laughed.

Hilda tilted her head: "We have indeed met, Mr. Stark, but not in the places you mentioned, but in front of Gotham Wayne Building."

Tony's expression paused, his eyebrows were raised high, and then slowly lowered: "...Oh, floats. It's surprising, I mean, you look... different from that day. But," he quickly scanned With a glance at Cobblepot standing aside, "Aren't you pursuing Bruce? Who is this?"

Hilda: "My boss, Oswald Copperpot."

"I've heard of you for a long time," Penguin raised his lips, "Iron Man."

"Hmm," Tony nodded perfunctorily, "...So, I'm assuming you caught Bruce?"

"Of course." She replied immediately, "He's my boyfriend now."

"But you're not your boyfriend's girlfriend?" He seemed to find this very interesting, and then looked at Luther next to him, "No way, Luther, didn't you invite Bruce? Anyway, the Wayne Group can be counted among the top few— —”

"Of course not," Luther replied, "I invited Wayne, but he didn't give me an accurate reply, but I guess, since Miss Walker is here, he will definitely come. After all..."

Hilda looked sleepy: "No, I'm working, and Bruce hasn't arrived yet."

"Oh," Tony nodded, "it's his style, I guess he has to wait until the last moment to arrive at the banquet. He likes to show off." He folded his arms, not at all like himself human consciousness.

"Maybe he was delayed by something, Bruce is very busy." Her eyes flashed, and she suppressed her guilt—Bruce couldn't be so tired that he didn't get up yet, could he?Not so!She didn't stay overnight last night, didn't she just pass this morning?

...Are ordinary people's bodies so weak?

Tony didn't have mind reading skills, so he didn't know what Hilda was thinking in those few seconds that would shock him.

He just shook his head, feeling that Hilda's innocence made him a little bit uncomfortable: "If a man is not even active in seeing you, then you have to be careful, sweetheart, who knows why he was delayed?" ?Maybe for another girl."

While speaking, the loyal Miss Graves quietly walked towards Luther and whispered something to him.

So he nodded slightly to the three of them: "Sorry, everyone, I have to leave for a while, and I should prepare for the speech later."

"It's 'Superman Threat Theory' again?" Tony was immediately distracted.

Luther smiled and said nothing.

Hilda seized the opportunity, said something to Cobblepot, then turned around and left here quickly under the excuse of "touching up makeup". Please, in case Tony Stark is kind enough to talk to her a few more times She is really embarrassed by the bad nature of men

She quickly walked through the well-dressed suit and dress, her temples were fragrant, and she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Louise Lane having a pleasant conversation with another lady with black curly hair. Not far from her, her black-rimmed glasses The servant stood awkwardly in the corner, looked at Louise from time to time, and seemed to be lost in thought, like a poor big dog.

These flashed in her eyes, Hilda walked to the side corridor, passed the quiet and deserted corridor under the guidance of the waiter, and walked into the quiet and spacious bathroom at the corner.

In front of the sink, a woman in a burgundy dress rested her hands on the porcelain white table, frowning and staring at herself in the mirror, muttering softly: "...No, I shouldn't..."

Hilda glanced at her, meeting her gaze in the mirror.

Her soliloquy came to an abrupt end.

...it's kind of embarrassing.

Hilda paused for a moment. Since she didn't know much about banquet etiquette, she wasn't sure whether to pretend nothing happened or to say hello at the wrong time. She hesitated for a moment, but she still didn't care about the golden brown hair. The beauty nodded: "Hi, good evening."

The other party's body tensed up, as if a little at a loss: "...good evening."

Hilda asked uncertainly: "...Maybe, you need help?"

"Oh, no—no," she turned, staring at Hilda, "why do you ask?" Her hands were behind her back, and they were glowing slightly red.

Hilda blinked: "Because you look a little unhappy?"

The girl was taken aback: "...Unhappy? No, I'm not." She shook her head.

"Okay," Hilda shrugged slightly, "I'm just asking casually, take it easy, girl—" She smiled kindly, "I'm just here to go to the bathroom."

There was still a certain amount of vigilance in the girl's eyes, and a superficial smile bloomed on her face. The next moment, she nodded slightly to Hilda, and walked away quickly.

Hilda turned her head, seeing that the flapping skirt disappeared without a trace, she glanced at the mirror as if nothing had happened, and turned inward.

——…But, does the girl know that the red light that bloomed when she used magic was reflected in the mirror just now?

Slowly turning back to the banquet hall, Lex Luthor was giving a speech.

Hilda wrinkled her nose and walked to Copperpot: "How long has he been talking?"

"It's been a while." Coppert held a glass of champagne, took a sip, and glanced at Hilda, "You've been here for a long time, Hilda."

"That's not as long as Luthor's speech." Hilda folded her arms, "I really don't understand why he hates Superman so much. Is it because he is also from the Metropolis and he thinks Superman has covered his limelight? ?”

"...you don't care why he hates Superman," Coppert rolled his eyes, "what does that have to do with us? We're Gotham people anyway."

"That makes sense, boss." She nodded seriously, "but don't you think it's boring to listen to these topics that have nothing to do with us? I don't care at all whether Superman will rule the world or whether he will It will cause the decline of mankind, I only care about what to eat tonight... Are you hungry? I want to eat a small cake."

Penguin: "...you can go if you want."

"You come with me."

"Why should I be with you??" Coppert found her words really unbelievable.

Hilda: "If something happens later, I'll take you away so I can protect you."

Coppert waved his hand impatiently: "I've already said it's impossible—"

Before he could finish his sentence, two familiar red hot eyes had already hit Luther, but fortunately, he reacted quickly and dodged quickly.

There were several exclamations from the banquet, and everyone stared at the blue-red figure in astonishment, watching him walk into the banquet hall step by step.

"Superman!" Luther yelled.

This sound broke everyone's disbelief. The gods of the world did come here, not for salvation, but for destruction.They fled the hall one after another, and the scene was very chaotic.

"Quick! Take a picture!" Louise turned her head and looked at Clark Kent, who was also stunned. She hated iron and steel, "What are you doing in a daze!"

The young man in the small town hastily pushed his glasses and took a photo of the "Superman": "I, I was just a little surprised..."

"I know you're a Superman fan," Louise said quickly, "but it's work, Clark, no matter what the truth is, keep it rational and objective, and remember you're a reporter!" She also didn't think it was what Superman would do But it is precisely because of disbelief that the photo should be taken. Who knows if this photo will be needed when analyzing the facts later?

Clark wanted to say out loud, "That's not Superman at all," but he knew he couldn't—because how could Clark Kent tell if Superman was real or not?

Is this Luthor's conspiracy?Is this the so-called "superhuman robot"?What does he want to do?Forcing Superman to show up?

"What does Luther want to do?" At the other end of the banquet, Hilda also asked this question, "That's not Superman at all, but the thing from last time... Ha, just now he told us that the machine is not for sale, boss, he This is lying to you." She seized the opportunity to provoke this unstable villain alliance.

"Obviously." Cobbot was a little annoyed, "He wants to draw out Superman? He didn't tell me about it!"

"He's not our friend anyway." Hilda patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "He's just an outsider, and he's fundamentally different from us principled Gotham people."

"You're right," Penguin replied, "I don't want to deal with this mess, and I'm having a bad feeling right now—do you think he's plotting against us while targeting Superman? I suspect he made this The robot wants to test you again." He was full of doubts, looking at Luthor like a professional schemer.

Hilda was a little surprised: "...No way, isn't this thing just for Superman?"

The Penguin glanced at her, thinking that the young man was too naive: "People like Luthor take one step at a time, hehe, look, if Superman doesn't appear, he will use this robot as Superman to prove his The superman threat theory, if Superman appears, it will just achieve his goal, and then find a way to force you to fight, let you fight with Superman. No matter what, he will win. "

"? Then he made the wrong idea," Hilda snorted coldly, "Even if Superman wants to destroy the world, I won't do it. He can't get anything from me!"

The Penguin was noncommittal: "...That's not the case. Luthor is not crazy enough to destroy the world. He is not even willing to destroy the Metropolis."

"...then what do we have to worry about?" Hilda asked, "Could Luthor let a robot kill him?"—and even if Luthor could really do "I kill myself", the two of them Nor will shed a single tear.

"..."

"..."

The two looked at each other and exchanged opinions instantly.Hilda immediately lifted the hem of her skirt, and retreated to the corner with the Penguin. The two Gotham people stood in a safe corner that would not be affected, each holding a glass of wine - not far away, the robot was preparing to Attacking Luther, in the chaos and noise, they clinked goblets tacitly, and happily watched the excitement of the metropolis.

However, the development of things will always far exceed the expectations of everyone present.

Before the fist of the Superman robot fell, a golden rope stopped his movement from the side in time, and at the other end of the rope was a beautiful black-haired woman in an elegant dress, she frowned and stared at "Superman": "You are Superman? "

Hilda stared at that side while drinking: "...What a big show. Who is this beauty?"

"Wonder Woman." The Penguin has always been well-informed. "It is said that she is from Paradise Island. She is a foreigner. I didn't expect her to be here... Luthor is really calculating."

"You think Luthor invited her?"

"I'm not sure about that." Penguin pretended to be fair, "It's only 80.00% possible."

"Superman" didn't answer Wonder Woman's words. He grabbed the rope with his backhand and pulled hard, and the two started fighting.It's a pity that Wonder Woman didn't change into her combat uniform. She was wearing an ankle-length evening gown, which made her somewhat inconvenient. Every time she came and went, she was inevitably at a disadvantage. "Superman" immediately took the opportunity to launch a heat vision attack——

A palm cannon hit his back, and "Superman" paused.

"... Oh," Tony Stark in the red-gold armor looked playfully at the data scanned by the artificial intelligence, raised his eyebrows slightly, "Excuse me, I know Superman is an alien, but no one told me he came from Mechanical civilization—are you a fan of Superman? Or... you are not Superman at all."

"Wow!" Hilda felt like an audience who couldn't help being excited following the development of the movie's plot. She turned sideways and clinked glasses with Penguin boldly, "Exciting!"