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

In Gotham, the moment you start to feel safe and comfortable, and you start to feel like your life is on track, that's the moment it stabs you in the back.

This is true.

Oswald has long been different from that poor little penguin back then. After more than ten years of struggling in the mud pit of Gotham, his whole body swelled from the inside out.

The skinny and delicate person who can be seen in the young fashion has become the current short, fat and greasy, the neurotic and pitiful one who is quite attractive, and has also become the yin and yang strangeness that can make people have a heart attack.

The kind that Suxiao Jiuxin Pills can't save.

Oswald's experience in the past few days can be briefly summarized in one sentence: his nightclub was bombed, and a day later he was almost killed, and finally he was saved by Batman, and the person who wanted to kill him ran away.

It sounds simple, but he is still in shock, sitting in his mansion panting.

Not because he was almost killed, but because there was a big black bat standing opposite him.

This is really the nightmare that all Gotham villains dream about every day, except for the Joker, who is looking forward to Batman every day to go to him and have some intimate contact with him.

Batman's figure was half hidden in the shadow of the room, and next to it was the shattered chandelier—it was knocked down when Batman rescued him just now.

"I really don't know who is going to kill me..." Oswald wiped the cold sweat from his head, retracted into the bed like a quail egg, and cursed his hired man in his heart. The guards here are all crap who can't keep up with the hot shit!Rubbish!

Before he finished speaking, his vision blurred, and he was picked up from the bed by his collar, and his body weighing almost two hundred catties stretched out the window with his head down.

"If you don't say anything, I'll throw you down." Batman's gloomy voice sounded from behind, the eyes on the helmet exuded a icy cold light, and the whole person was as terrifying as a ghost climbing up from hell, without a trace human taste.

Oswald's heart seemed to be squeezed hard.

He flopped around wildly, and couldn't help shivering when his fingers touched Batman's armor.

Batman is too cold.

"I really don't know! There are so many people who want to kill me! How can I know who that lunatic was just now?!"

Oswald is a good player who hides people from behind, but in terms of combat effectiveness, he really doesn't rank well.

Batman didn't speak, just let go, and Oswald fell straight down from the window on the third floor.

"It's the Court of Owls!!!" Oswald yelled loudly the moment Batman let go.

It wasn't until the second before the landing that a rope unhurriedly pulled him down from above, and quickly let go, causing him to fall hard from a height of half a meter above the ground.

Oswald opened his eyes, rubbed his soft stomach, a venomous light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a soft tone: "At the moment before the killer made his move, he said to me 'Penguin, Owl The court sentences you to death'."

Court of Owls?

Bruce hadn't heard the name for a long time.

"MasterB, just to remind you, you still have a dinner party to attend at seven o'clock in the evening, and Ms. Weir from the "Gotham Gazette" also made an appointment with you for an exclusive interview." Alfred's voice was in Bruce's earphone Came, "You can let go of our prospective mayor for a while."

Will Oswald Copopat and Bruce Wayne Die?

The seven o'clock dinner that night would be a good chance to kill Bruce Wayne.

Bruce recalled the dead body yesterday, and remembered that Selena's DNA was detected in the nails of the dead body.

With this bit of evidence, his trust in Selena could not be shaken.

But this is enough to prove that his enemy knows his situation very well, and Bruce also suggested that Gordon should issue a warrant to hunt down Selena.

......

Seven o'clock that night, Wayne Building.

"He didn't ask you for help." Bullock adjusted the tie on his neck uncomfortably, and glared at his sister who was rushing to help others. "Are you so idle every day?"

Selena handed the invitation card to the doorman, then threw the keys of the Maserati parked at the door to the security guard, and asked him to park the car closer.

"Would you feel better if I said I came to this party just to see what you look like in a suit?" Selena reached for a strand of Brock's gel-sprayed hair, satisfied.

Brock raised his hand, but felt that the fabric of the suit was extremely tight, as if he would jump away on the spot if he tried harder.

He struggled to catch his breath, and said with extreme unease: "I feel like a circus monkey now."

"Don't watch the bastard when there is excitement." Selena smiled sweetly, and put her arm on Bullock, "Not to mention you look good dressed like this."

It is indeed very good-looking. The well-fitting suit fully outlines the lines of his waist and legs, and his cold and gangster temperament is particularly eye-catching among the gentlemen and ladies, like a beast breaking into the steel jungle. The out-of-the-ordinary elegance seems a bit hypocritical and pretentious.

I want people to tear them apart severely, and use a dagger to leave my own scratches on the strong chest of this beast,

The two stepped down the steps side by side and walked into the brightly lit hall.Today, in order to match Bullock's height, she only wore shoes with a little heel, and they were just about the same height.

As soon as the Gotham police outside uploaded the arrest warrant on the Internet, Selena had already dyed her blond hair red, treated her younger brother as a Barbie doll, and sneaked into the upper class with fake invitations. social field.

The dinner party had just started, and the sound of ladies walking on the glamorous floor kept ringing, and people gathered in a group, holding wine glasses and greeting each other.

Soon, the host of the party came out from the backstage. He was wearing a dark turquoise suit and a bow tie of the same color on a white shirt.

Bruce glanced at Selena and Bullock aside, and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.

In the next second, he raised a confident and steady smile, walked onto the round platform that had been built, and turned on the microphone.

The people in the audience took their seats one after another, put on proper smile masks on their faces, and applauded in a friendly manner.

He glanced across the audience, and slowly said: "For me, for you, for everyone, what is Gotham? A city? A home? A family? But in fact, after thinking about it, I found that I can't answer this question." Question... friends, my father Thomas Wayne used to tell me when he was putting me to sleep—Bruce, tomorrow is only a dream away."

Brock was ecstatic when he heard it in the audience, and couldn't help being extremely grateful that Bruce didn't use this trick to deal with him when he was in the car yesterday.

"...nobody ever said that to me until I lost him, and you can imagine the days after his death, the days I spent in fear and anger and grief... …I began to question this city, I thought it was too cruel, filled with crime, gunshots and blood everywhere I looked. But deep down, even though the pain was so deep, I still believed that things will get better .but—why am I telling you this now?"

Brock secretly took a sip of the wine in the glass, and seeing that the people around him were so cheering, everyone listened carefully and was moved, he couldn't help poking Selena with his elbow a little impatiently.

Selena gave him a blank stare.

"Because, when we look around and see countless streets and buildings, hidden in it is our fear and frustration. When we have to ask ourselves what our cities are like, the question becomes meaningless."

Bullock swallowed, turned his head and asked Selena in a daze: "What is he talking about?"

"But if instead of looking at the present and looking back at the past, we look to the future..." Bruce spread his hands, "if we only think about what tomorrow will be like, and dream and hope, To shape the city, not to be shaped by it. Then, I will invest in what I say."

When Brock heard the word "funding," he caught the point, and he couldn't help but look up at Bruce, wondering what the hell he was trying to do.

Bruce raised his tone slightly, successfully mobilizing the atmosphere of the scene. His magnetic yet clear voice diffused through the microphone and surrounded everyone's ears.

“Next month, Wayne Enterprises will boldly and quickly begin investing in the future of Gotham. We have teamed up with a number of local design firms to develop a redevelopment plan aimed at rebuilding Gotham’s most dilapidated industrial residential area. And with this Based on this, we will drastically expand and modernize Gotham's public transportation system."

"Gotham is the future."

There was prolonged applause from the audience.

Selena leaned close to Alfred, stretched out her finger and poked the butler's shoulder, and whispered with a smile: "What? Is the little bat going to break ground in the whole city and build his underground bat fortress?"

Alfred wanted to sew up Selena's talkativeness, and he turned around without losing his grace, with formulaic politeness: "It's nice to see you here, but I have some things to do ,Talk to you next time."

Selena stuck out her tongue at Bullock and said, "See? He's almost bald with my anger."

The speech on the stage was not over yet. The virtual VR technology projected Bruce's idea in front of him. The neatly planned high-rises gradually covered up the dilapidated slums. The man who represented the future was tall and long-legged, standing quietly. Smiling on stage.

"Now, my friends, I ask you to invest with me, to invest in the future of Gotham, and I promise you that if we join the future, if we work together, a better and brighter Gotham is only a dream away -"

Before the words fell, a pitch-black figure smashed through the glass, and an antique throwing knife with an owl engraved in its hand spun and stabbed at Bruce.

"Bruce Wayne, the Court of Owls sentences you to death."