[Zhongyingmei] After being mistaken for 108 times, I am with the master

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"I said, did you make a mistake somewhere?"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse and he couldn't move back, Salander simply stopped what he was doing, and then used his arms to coax another person who was still working.

Because of this sudden bump, Bruce Wayne's finger pressed a wrong key.

——Great, after his identity was used and his keyboard was robbed, even his ability was questioned.Throughout the years of Batman's resume, such things have never happened in succession.

The Justice League colleagues who live and die together will not, those robins who are always active in various places will not dare, and the imposter and courageous anchor next to him... has no scruples.

His lips were pursed, Bruce Wayne turned his head in silence, Salander had a straight face as if he was inquiring, and then he said, "I suspect that you just deleted an extra letter when checking the data. "

Salander: "..."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Oh, this looks really stupid, like two schoolchildren trying to pass the buck to each other.

"I believe you didn't make a mistake." Salander made a time-out gesture, as if he wasn't the one who made trouble first, "The failure rate is right there, and there's no way around it."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

The corner of the man's mouth moved, but Salander didn't hear the other "I believe in you too" that he expected.I don't know if it's because of this, but he quickly added, "But I didn't make a mistake either."

Bruce Wayne finally nodded—extremely perfunctory.He felt that if he was not sure of this sentence, the other party would not continue.

Sarande was satisfied, he leaned back, directly occupied all the places except the keyboard, and then opened a page that Bruce Wayne had never seen with his mobile phone.

That page is filled with a strong retro style, densely packed with foreign texts one after another.Bruce Wayne can be sure that it is related to the evil fox monster.

Thanks to the strong recognition ability honed in the long-term investigation work, Bruce Wayne can still keep up with Salander's reading speed even if he sees letters upside down due to the viewing angle.

He read page after page with the young man until the lit phone screen went out completely.Salander, who was originally immersed in the information, raised his eyes, and the two gazes collided in the air.

It was obvious that Bruce Wayne was caught peeping, but he didn't feel any guilt. This in itself is a matter of his own ability. If the other party really wanted to pursue it, he would just laugh it off.

But Salander stretched out his hand to him, and said in a reasonable tone, "Give me a copy of the autopsy report of the previous male employee."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

"You should have it, right? There are a lot of similar information, and this one is not bad." He hooked his fingers, obviously urging, "Are you still planning to hide it?"

"I thought that after taking up the previous topics, you could accept the fact that [staring] was exposed."

"Well, I was actually quite surprised when I discovered this. The famous richest man in Gotham is actually an avid fan of my suspected illegitimate fan? I feel more motivated to do live broadcasts."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

In fact, he didn't care that much about the exposure of [staring]'s identity.After all, this is not the most commonly used and most important one.

What he cares more about now is——

"Why do you think I'll give you the information you want?"

Bruce Wayne didn't know whether the other party had imagined him as someone who liked to give for nothing because of his previous actions.

—Maybe it's because of Gotham Baby's reputation as a philanthropist?But those titles apply only to those living in slums around the world.

For people with unknown camps who like to wander around the fringes, such as Catwoman, Thalia, and even Constantine, who also belongs to the Justice League, he has always played the role of a capitalist who is good at exploitation and exchange of interests.

"The reason?" Salander had never considered these questions carefully, and now he could only think about it when the other party asked him suddenly.

"Probably because...you can't beat me?"

His eyes wandered around the man, but he still couldn't get out of the fixed thinking of how fragile hackers are from ancient times.What?You asked him why he didn't grab the opponent before grabbing the position?Come on, that's just a coincidence.

When Salander looked at Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne was also looking at him.

Judging from the standing posture, the young man in front of him should have raised insoles under his feet. The exact height is unknown, but it will definitely not be lower than three centimeters.In terms of body shape, the opponent's shoulders and crotch are slightly narrower than his, because whether these things are true or not has not yet been determined, and it is difficult for him to judge specifically.

As for the force value——

"...Find a time to fight in the future?"

"Okay, where is the appointment? Is there a gym?"

Salander readily agreed, only thinking that this was a normal reaction for a rich man in Gotham to protect his masculinity, "But these are things for the future, now—"

He tapped the table impatiently with the back of his hand, "Are you going to give me the information?"

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Three minutes later, Salander's mobile phone received a new email notification.

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"Are you sure it's okay to do this?" Bruce Wayne glanced at his watch, "There are only 3 minutes left before Stark's headquarters explodes."

Salander lay flat next to the main system that was basically out of operation, with his hands folded on his abdomen, looking as if he was ready to be encoffined at any time, looking as ominous as possible.

Hearing this question, he raised his head, Peacock Blue rolled his eyes, "Have all the personnel been evacuated?"

"The evacuation was completed five minutes ago."

The unsuited Dark Knight was much more unaccustomed to doing this kind of debriefing, and usually he was the one calling the shots.But there is no way, who made him Bruce Wayne now?

"Then it's no problem, just wait and see, everything will be as agreed before." Salander glanced at the sharp weapon that was firmly in his hand, "I can be responsible for all the decisions I make .”

Bruce Wayne moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything in the end.

At first, he didn't agree with Salander's plan, because it was a bit too childish, as if he was betting on the unfathomable probability.What they were facing was an explosion!

Bruce Wayne has seen countless explosions in his life, big or small, strong or weak, but they all brought tears and blood without exception.So he took it for granted that this behavior was irresponsible to Stark headquarters and life.

However, the young man's last words, which seemed to be a promise, made him temporarily change his mind.The tone as if he had already decided to take on something dispelled the various negative concerns he had about Salander because of this incident, and made him decide to... give it a try for such a low-probability incident.

Time was ticking by, and when there were only a few seconds left before the appointed time, Salander stared at the main system page without blinking.

Then at some point, that page lights up red for errors, and all the lights in Stark's HQ go out—they've lost their game, and with that notification came the inevitable punishment.

Salander only felt a strange sense of strangeness gradually spread from the heart, followed by numbness of the limbs, which was a sign of sudden death.

But he still lay on the spot fixedly, his eyes locked on where he should look, neither resisting nor giving himself first aid.

Immediately afterwards he was starved of oxygen.

Salander was panting heavily, large white spots began to appear in front of his eyes, his hands were tightly clenched into fists, and he used subtle pain to force himself to stay awake.

Fortunately, these efforts were not in vain. Before he completely lost his ability to move, he saw a black shadow flashing from the data line.It can be recognized from the appearance of the other party: that is the evil fox monster.

The monster laughed wildly, and limped towards Salander, "My game can only be dominated by me, and anyone who breaks the rules will be punished."

Because of the strong discomfort, Salander couldn't even see the opponent's walking route clearly, so he could only hold the sharp weapon tighter.Wait until the opponent is close, and then stab hard.

The vixen reacted quickly, and it only hit the hard decoration on his clothes.The reaction force of that blow was great, coupled with the numbness of the limbs, the weapon fell out of the young man's hand and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

In order to save time, Salander did not turn around to pick it up, but used his strength to throw the opponent down.His lips parted slightly, and just as he was about to release the sound wave, he sensed movement behind him—someone seemed to pick up a sharp weapon.

At this time, Salander realized that he was not the only one in this place.

He coughed a few times, squeezed the remaining oxygen in his lungs, and asked the man whom he arbitrarily defined as a crispy hacker, "Will you use this?"

Bruce is proficient in several cold weapons. Wayne looked at the ordinary sharp weapon in his hand, "...It should be no problem to deal with the current situation."

Probably because of the harsh training he had undergone, his condition was better than Salander's. At the moment, his face was only slightly pale and his breathing was slightly short of breath.

"Excellent, one stab please."

Salander changed his posture, aiming the vixen's vitals at Bruce Wayne.If the other party is really a novice, what he provides is simply a nanny-level convenience.

Bruce Wayne silently sent the sharp weapon into the key area that was almost circled in red.

The moment the vixen stopped breathing, the operation of Stark's headquarters gradually returned to normal, and the lights lit up one by one, but the physical damage it caused would take time to recover.

After breathing a little easier, Salander changed his posture, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Why, don't you hand me over to Stark?" Bruce Wayne's voice sounded behind him.

He turned his head and glanced at the man. The man was leaning against the corner with his head down, making his expression unclear. He should be in the same bad state as him.

"If you want to see Tony Stark, you can leave yourself here, he should be back anyway."

The door closed in the next moment, and while blocking Salander's figure, it also blocked Bruce Wayne's slightly complicated eyes.

The young man walked out of Stark Industries at an extremely slow speed, then slowly bypassed several nearby cameras, and finally turned into a deserted alley.

After holding on to the end, his center of gravity was already very unstable, and he could only stand with his hands supporting the wall, and his lips were even more bloodless.

"Oops, I seem to have forgotten to ask him where he lives." Thinking that there was still only a small half of the IP address, Salander muttered in a voice that he could only hear, "However, it's not a big problem."

He reinserted the chip that had displayed an error into the phone, and finally smiled with relief after seeing the China Unicom logo.

Perhaps it was because the tense nerves finally relaxed, the white spots that already occupied most of the line of sight expanded, and finally covered everything.

About a few hours later, a man who was running in the morning passed by.He first observed the situation here, and then walked over quickly while grabbing his phone.

He squatted beside the fallen young man, and while typing the emergency number into his mobile phone, he checked the young man's condition.Then, inevitably, Salander's face was seen.

The man's expression changed suddenly, the call he just dialed was hung up the next moment, and he took out the communicator instead.

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The author has something to say:

There should be another chapter tonight on the 9th (today)_(:з」∠)_

——感谢在2021-06-0720:51:40~2021-06-0902:49:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 cold moon;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 6 bottles of Sebastian Stan;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!