[Comprehensive Yingmei] The target of the task came to the door

"Mr. Copperpot, hello."

"Hi, host." Coppert was very gentle in front of the camera.

"Presumably many audience friends know the origins between Mr. Cobblepot and Batman. Do you, like most Gotham people, hope that Batman will stop here and stop intervening in Gotham to restore order?" His words are quite sharp.

"Wait, most people? How many? Is there a precise number?" Coppert asked repeatedly.

The host's face froze, as if he didn't expect Cobblepot to be entangled in this kind of place. "The specific polls are still being counted, and it can be basically confirmed that the number of people who oppose Batman is currently in the upper hand."

"Since there is no result yet, I think it is necessary to correct one point. The word 'majority' is obviously not accurate enough." Coppert shook his index finger, reminding the host to pay attention to the words.

"Mr. Coppert means to support Batman?" The host countered not to be outdone, "You must know that you were hanged on the street by Batman not long ago. Batman has always only attacked criminals. Does this mean that you are Go back to the old business once?"

"I'm resuming my old job, but I'm just going back to my old job as a restaurant owner." Coppert didn't panic at all, even with a hint of joke in his tone. "As for the last time, it was just a little misunderstanding, otherwise why would I still be sitting here?"

"Batman has repeatedly damaged the underground kingdom you built by yourself, and sent you to the Arkham Mental Hospital twice. Mr. Coppert can let go of the previous suspicions, he is very generous."

"I'm not denying that I've done some outrageous things mentally and I've paid the price for it. The treatment at Arkham has brought me back to life, to a new life, in a way. I should thank Batman."

"So the purpose of your interview today is to publicly stand for Batman?"

"Heh~, I can't call it a platform. As an influential Gotham citizen, I just want to exercise the most basic right of freedom of speech and speak out on behalf of some people."

"Which part of the people?"

"Before that, I would like to say two figures. When I was in charge of the Underground Kingdom, the crime rate in Gotham City dropped by 39%, and the death rate dropped by nearly 50%."

"Mr. Coppert is flaunting the iron-blooded behavior of fighting evil with evil and violence with violence?"

"Shakespeare once said, 'There is no such thing as good or bad in the world, it is determined by thinking.' When the government and the police were unable to clean up Gotham's order and protect ordinary citizens, I used another method to restrain criminals. Obviously, the results were not bad. Compared with A government that takes taxpayers’ money and doesn’t do anything, at least I did my duty after receiving the money, which one does the host think is better and which one is worse?”

Coppert spoke calmly, but every word made the host sweat.Both sides are big bosses, and neither side can afford to offend. Today's live broadcast of being forced to work is almost fatal.

"Gotham people will never forget Mr. Copperpot." As for whether they will not forget the good or the bad, you can experience it yourself.

"Someone once told me that when God closes a door, he also opens a window." Cobblepot looked nostalgic, if it was just an illusion just now, now there is a bit of truth revealed.

"I don't know who this is?" How could the human host not see the hypocrisy or fakeness, so he took advantage of the situation to pursue, and it was best to dig out some of the penguin's secret past.

"A messenger from God." Coppert seemed to be a pious believer at this time, with a sincere admiration tone, and an almost fanatical brilliance on his face.

"Ahem..." Ian choked on a sip of water and coughed fiercely, and then he heard another sentence full of villainy temperament.

"But how can this filthy Gotham deserve to keep such a person?" This sentence was almost squeezed out between the teeth, and the monocle of eyes also reflected a cold color.

"Are you okay?" Steve, who was sitting next to him, put his big hand on Ian's back in time, showing concern.

The water choked into the trachea, and Ian coughed for a while, his face flushed, and soon physiological tears filled his eyes, making those pale eyes even more shining like stars, and peach-colored red marks climbed to the end of his eyes.Ian can only wave his hands to show that it's okay.

"Why so careless

? ”

There was another burst of coughing, and when Ian recovered, he felt a little out of strength. He didn't know when his entire upper body was loosely held in Steve's arms, and he was leaning on the other's shoulder weakly. on, out of breath.

Some hot palms spread to the sensitive back through the fabric, and a slight shudder arose where they passed. Ian withdrew awkwardly and leaned limply on the back of the chair.

"Okay...it's all right..." The voice was also weak.

The corners of the eyes of the person in front of him were flushed, his cheeks were dizzy, his eyes were hazy, and the water was shining brightly, which made him a little more mysterious and seductive.Steve watched as his throat tightened, his lips went dry, and desire began to stir inside him.Avoiding his eyes in embarrassment, Steve didn't even dare to make a sound, he thought his voice was already hoarse.

Ian, who was struck by lightning, continued to pay attention to the live broadcast, but he no longer dared to drink water.

"Since Gotham was stained with his blood, I vowed to stand out and stand at the highest point to reshape Gotham in my own way. If God also abandons Gotham and is unwilling to open a window for Gotham, then I'll break the door and open the window."

Ian really didn't expect to help this person so much that he remembered it until now, with a lot of thoughts, and finally he could only sigh that it was a trick.

"Mr. Copperpot's original intention is touching, but your method is based on bloodshed and sacrifice, and many innocent people have been implicated."

"I have never regretted it. I exchanged a small amount of sacrifice for more stability. I think this deal is a good deal."

"Perhaps there is a gentler way—"

"There is already a method, but you are turning a blind eye?"

"You... you mean Batman?"

"I suggest that you "Gotham Daily" make a statistics on the crime rate and the number of people who died of crime in the past ten years, and compare it with the data of 30 or 20 years ago. The public has the right to know the facts."

"Thank you Mr. Copperpot for the suggestion, we will consider doing a column on this."

"Very well, that's the end of today." Kebo smiled meaningfully at the camera.

Mr. Ian, am I behaving really well!Come and praise me!

After understanding, Ian stroked his forehead helplessly, picked up his phone and sent a message:

Today's interview with Mr. Coppert is absolutely wonderful!

It seemed as if he had been waiting for a text message, and he immediately replied: Mr. Ian is over the prize. If you have time, you must come to Bingshan Restaurant for a light meal. The fish here is very good.

Before Ian could reply, another sentence followed up: Please be sure to notify me in advance.

No problem, when the game is released after work, I will definitely come to visit again.Ian agreed simply.

Steve, who was tidying up the kitchen, paid attention to Ian's movements from time to time, and saw his mouth slightly raised as he looked at the phone, with a soft expression on his face.Thinking of the live interview just now, Steve mistook Ian for sharing the news with Bruce Wayne.

Steve's heart was split in two again, one half was bitten by jealousy, as if being devoured by countless ants, and the other half was frightened and ashamed by his increasingly abnormal possessiveness.Steve had to tell himself over and over again:

Be sober, Ian should have a normal circle of friends, and he shouldn't be so selfish or domineering.

There was a snap, and the absent-minded Steve couldn't hold the wet plate firmly, and it fell apart in an instant.

"What's wrong?" Ian looked up at the kitchen.

"No...it's okay, my hand slipped."

"Do you need help?"

"No, it will be fine soon."

"Then I'll send out a copy first, and try to play the game together later."

"it is good."

Ian went into the study, packed and sent the materials he had prepared a long time ago, together with the article "Batman in My Eyes", to the "Gotham Daily", which happened to have Gotham's crime rate and death rate statistics for the past 30 years, combined with charts very image.

After the female editor-in-chief of "Gotham Daily" received the anonymous material, she thought it was sent by someone sent by the Penguin, and she didn't dare to delay for a moment. She arranged for her subordinates to edit and type the material, and posted it on the online platform non-stop, with the front page at the top.

At the same time, those forces who were more or less involved in the background also closed

To an anonymous material, the content inside is enough to make them lose their current status and break the current balance.So even though he was unwilling, he could only rest for the time being and give up the good opportunity that was already overwhelming.And they agreed that the person behind the scenes is Batman, the only one who has both ability and motivation.

"Master, that's great, someone finally stood up to speak for you." Ah Fu rushed into the study with his mobile phone excitedly. "Look at how well-written this "Batman in My Eyes" of the "Gotham Daily" is, especially in the end, someone understands you... and someone else understands you." Ah Fu was a little incoherent.

Bruce put down the book in his hand, turned on the phone, and found the article——

In my eyes, Batman is not an invulnerable iron warrior, nor has the super power to turn things around, but only the wisdom and strength gained from continuous hard training, only the indomitable will to be invincible and go forward, and only the persistent pursuit of the light.

The Batman in my eyes treats every life piously, no matter good or evil, life is always the most important.He abides by the principles, never kills, and everything he does is only for crimes to be punished.

I see Batman as a lone warrior who everyone knows is a hopeless war that can never be truly won.But he is still fighting at the forefront, he never gives up every night, never misses every opportunity to stop crimes, just to bring a little difference, just to show the world that hope is still there, and the light will last forever.

The Batman in my eyes will also be tired, hurt, injured, and bleed, and he will walk the path that the world is destined to go from birth-to grow old.Maybe one night, he was a little slow, just a small bullet and there will be no such legend in the world, but I know that he will never give up.

The Batman in my eyes is using everything he has to tell every desperate Gotham citizen: Even if the evil exists forever, even if the darkness is difficult to dispel, there will always be someone who is willing to stand up and do everything to fight against the evil and the darkness.No matter how long the night is, the day will always come; no matter how rampant the crime is, justice is never absent.

"Why did the Penguin give you a voice?" Ah Fu turned to the broadcast of the interview at noon.Although Penguin didn't say a word of obvious support in public, the meaning inside and outside the words couldn't be more obvious.

"Master, could this be you...the article is also you..."

At this moment, Ah Fu thinks that everything is Bruce's handwriting, and think about who else has the ability to force Penguin to submit, and who else has the heart to be the young master...

"How could I write such an article for myself..." Bruce, who had already read it, was at a loss for words. "Anyway, I wouldn't write such an article."

Bruce coughed lightly, with a rare fever on his face.

"What's wrong with this article, which word is false?" Ah Fu was not happy.

"Look, in just half an hour, the hits have exceeded [-], and the comments have exceeded [-]. Most of the voices are supporting you. I hope you will continue to be a beacon in Gotham and a bright light in the dark." A Fu quickly browsed through the endless Climbing comments.

"Many public figures with unknown attitudes also spoke out, and the official accounts of the city government and the Gotham Police Department also liked it."

"Are you still urging me to retire now?" Even though he was attacked by the media some time ago, Bruce just wanted to take this opportunity to take a break and had no intention of actually retiring.He is also looking at whether Gotham can maintain the status quo without Batman, at least not to deteriorate too much. After all, his age is an indisputable fact.

"Master, if this is what you want to do, Ah Fu will always support you." Seeing those numbers that have continued to decline for many years, Ah Fu realized that his young master has done far more than he imagined in these years.

"Ah Fu, thank you!"

Ah Fu waved his hand, obviously not used to Bruce's sudden sensational thank you, and said in a puzzled tone: "How does it feel like those opposing voices suddenly disappeared completely, either they are in solidarity with you, or the evaluation is relatively pertinent and rational. "

"I probably know whose handwriting it is." The always stern lines softened, and Bruce felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

"Who?" Ah Fu asked expectantly, he must thank this person who silently supported the young master.

"Cough...I'll tell you when I'm sure." Bruce clenched his fist, and for the time being

Prevaricate.He was really a little scared, afraid that Ah Fu would think of the world because of this incident.

As for Yi, who was manipulating everything behind the scenes, he watched with satisfaction that the result was developing in the expected direction.Hmph, I'm a master at criticizing. This is called treating others in the same way. Let's see if you dare to use media public opinion to bully my son next time.