Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

So, Selena and Bullock lived in Wayne Manor, and they and Bruce became a family and lived happily together.

Weird.

Alfred flew to Switzerland overnight with his three little children. The cottage in Switzerland was an asset in his name, and it did not belong to the Wayne Group or the Wayne couple. It would be difficult for anyone to find out.

Thanks to Selena's bad living habits, Alfred really didn't like her very much, and taking care of her was also a kind of reluctance and passive sabotage.

On the other hand, Bullock is very likable. He can always remember what adults have said obediently, and his slow and silly look is also cute.

The huge gap between the rich and the poor did not prevent the three children from playing together. The young master of the Wayne family did not have a bad temper since he was a child. At the age of eight, he was smart and sensible, and he was born with a bit of stubbornness.

This dark brown cabin is located on the mountainside of Yutelli Mountain. There are snow-capped peaks and lush forests on the distant peaks. halo.

At sunset, there are crimson clouds floating in the sky, and singing birds shuttle among them, like a fairyland on earth.

Bullock was lying on the edge of the window, his eyes wide open quietly looking at the beautiful scenery outside. He had never seen such a beautiful and clean place since he was born.

There are no dirty streets, no headshot corpses, no one to touch him, let alone worry about the whereabouts of the next meal.

And the reason for all this was because he saw who killed the Wayne couple.

Little Brock was puzzled by this.

Alfred came out of the kitchen with a plate of toast, and asked with a headache, "Where are Master Bruce and Miss Rumlow?"

Brock sat on the wooden chair by the dining table, dangling his short legs, and pointed out the window: "Selena said she was going to go into the water to catch fish, and Bruce followed."

"Didn't you remind her that her wounds haven't healed yet?"

Bullock shook her head: "Selena always gets what she wants."

At this time, Selena was climbing up from the lake wetly, flaunting the fat pike perch in her hand, and her expression of "I'm so good, praise me soon" seemed to be so beautiful against the backdrop of the food. Not so badass.

"Can you catch fish, kid?"

Bruce touched the struggling pike perch with its tail flicking curiously, shook his head and said, "No, it's enough for me to buy whatever I want, Ah Fu."

Selena rolled her eyes and said in a rough voice on purpose: "I really can't stand a rich young master like you, when can I go back to Gotham?"

Bruce saw that she was dripping, so he took off his coat and asked politely, "Would you like to wipe it off?"

"I'm not as precious as you. Besides, I'm an Alpha, so I don't feel cold."

Bruce, who was bitten back by the white-eyed wolf, really didn't understand the relationship between "I won't be cold" and "I'm an Alpha".

"Okay, Ah Fu said that we will go back when... the incident of the case subsides."

Selena shook her head like a dog, splashing water everywhere, Bruce's eyes involuntarily swept across her slightly raised chest, and then looked away as if nothing happened.

Seeing Bruce's decent appearance, Selena couldn't help teasing him viciously: "Will you still hide in bed and cry secretly, young master?"

Bruce shook his head firmly.

"I won't do that again, it's weak and doesn't help with reality."

Seeing his serious face, Selina lost interest, picked up the fish and started walking back along the mountain road.

Bruce stared at Selena, who was a head taller than him, and asked abruptly, "Do you hate me, Selena?"

Selena was taken aback by his question.

After a while, she didn't look back, and whispered with some self-mockery: "I just hate myself."

I hate how vulgar and shameless I am compared to you.

On the way back, they met Alfred who came out to look for the two of them. The old butler raped them all the way with his face with "disapproval" written on every crease.

Bruce felt a long-lost relief.

Facing the afterglow of the setting sun, stepping on the grass in the forest and the fallen branches and leaves of the shrubs, life has been comforted for a long time on the land.

The group of them entered the house talking and laughing.

Looking down, I was horrified to find red liquid scattered on the off-white carpet, which looked fresh and viscous.

Just as Alfred was about to protect the two children behind him, Selena rushed out and called Brock's name loudly, while Bruce cautiously followed beside the butler.

They found Bullock in the kitchen.

The child was stepping on a small rattling bench, holding a small knife in his hand, and poking at a furry unknown object unskillfully.

The three of them approached and saw a small squirrel lying in the pool. Its head and neck had been separated, and it was lying there bloody and bloody. red liquid.

Bruce turned his head away, trying to fight back the nausea.

"What happened?" Alfred lifted Brock off the chair.

Brock tilted his head, and put down the knife with the minced meat still stuck to it.

"He came in and wanted Gun to eat what was on the table, so I strangled him."

Seeing the pale faces of Alfred and Bruce, Brock asked naively: "Did I do something wrong? I protected the food, and it can still be eaten after processing it."

Selena glared at the two people standing aside, walked over and patted her younger brother's head, and said softly, "You're right, it's just that some people like to make a fuss."

Alfred frowned and disposed of the squirrel's body, while the dinner he bought with a small life was spent quietly in silence.

At night, Bruce lay in bed, obediently listening to Alfred tell him bedtime stories instead of his mother Martha.

"Did Captain America win in the end? Did he catch all the bad guys?" Bruce held the corner of the sheet and stared at Alfred persistently.

Alfred closed the comic and said softly, "He's got the bad guys in."

Bruce pressed, "Did he kill them all?"

"No, but the bad guys are in jail."

Hearing this, Bruce pursed his lips, pulled up the quilt unsatisfactorily, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Alfred looked at Bruce's peaceful sleeping face.

Bruce's soft black hair and slightly rolled eyes looked so innocent yet disturbed, he couldn't help but think of Bullock's ignorant and cruel smile, and felt a little chill in his heart.

They should get back to Gotham quickly, no matter what witness protection plan, he can't let the Rumlow siblings get along with Bruce, Master Bruce has been hurt enough by the sinister world.

Alfred walked out of the room and dialed Gordon's phone, but there was no answer, so he got up and started packing his luggage, preparing to return to Gotham as soon as possible.

After he left, Selena sneaked into Bruce's room. Bruce, who was asleep, opened his eyes and looked at the young female Alpha curiously.

"I guess we won't be here for long." Selena squatted beside the bed.

Bruce blinked a pair of pure blue eyes, "You can go back and live in Wayne Manor, you and Bullock are my friends."

Selena shook her head, and glanced at Bruce with the eyes of a slum child looking at the exquisite goods in the cabinet,

To her, there is always a layer of expensive transparent glass between them. He is a rich and precious flower in the world, but she is just a mud leg who cheats and steals.

"No, I don't belong there," Selena rubbed her hair nonchalantly, "kid, I'll help you find out about that killer as a reward for taking us out to play."

"Thank you, Selena." The boy smiled, then stubbornly put his face on the floor, and said pretentiously, "You can see tonight, I didn't hide in the quilt and cry secretly."

Selena snorted softly, touched the window and was about to leave, Bruce said behind her in a very small voice:

"Good night."

At this time, Detective Gordon, whom Alfred and Bruce placed high hopes on, was holding a gun and struggling to aim at a thin young man.

The sea breeze rolled up the corners of the two people's clothes, and the rumbling roar of the giant freighter engine pierced through in the distance. The salty and humid smell in the air entered the nasal cavity domineeringly, making Gordon very uncomfortable.

He was paying his debts, his debts to Fish.

"He is Fish's subordinate, but who knows why he betrayed her."

"The order I received is that if you don't cooperate, I will kill you and him and throw it into the river. So please hurry up, I don't want to deal with two corpses."

"There's nothing to worry about. You can get two dirty cops if you fart in the Gotham Police Department. If you don't want to die, you can only cooperate."

The partner Harvey's earnest words were stirring in Gordon's head, and he heard Harvey, who was sitting on the hood of the car not far away, load his gun.

Gordon lightly untied the ropes tied to the limbs of the lame youth, pulled him to his ear, and whispered: "Leave Gotham, don't come back."

Then he pushed the young man into the water and fired an empty gun aside.

The young man's eyes changed from fear to gratitude. He kicked his legs under the water and swam all the way with amazing perseverance. He showed his head on the shore that Harvey couldn't see, and climbed onto the shore wet and gloomy.

Oswald Copopat walked alone on the deserted wild road, and kept looking back at the brightly lit Gotham City, which was the light of his life and the fire of his sin.

He thought secretly in his heart, I will come back.

I'll see Mom again, and I'll make Fish pay for it, and I'll be a great guy in Gotham and stomp everyone who ever bullied me.