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

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In most cases, the battle situation is like this, complex and changeable.

At the moment when all the windows burst, Peggy's shadow flashed out quickly. She seemed to have some kind of flying ability, but she turned into a dot in the sight in an instant.

In this way, there is no need for Salander to stay here any longer.He quickly turned to the direction of the gate, sideways his shoulders to avoid those people who were still in a dazed state.

"Mr. Wayne!" A man with a beer belly stopped in front of him, his voice was still trembling due to previous accidents, "Please give me a chance earlier, this time my factory will definitely be able to complete the previous project ,I……"

Salander didn't look at the business card handed out by the other party, but just gave him a sideways look, which was different from any look the man had seen before.

Just a second ago, the impression that Bruce Wayne was an idiot playboy was still deeply rooted in his mind.

He used to feel that the only difference between Gotham's richest man and himself was that he had a good birth.Later, both Wayne and his wife passed away, which also gave the other party the qualification to inherit huge assets.

But at this moment, he suddenly bumped into the deep shadows in the opponent's eyes, and then couldn't help trembling his legs and feet.

"How long will it take for the bat machine to arrive?" Bruce Wayne, disguised as Matchstick Malone, watched Salander's back disappear at the door, and walked to the window in a few steps.

"6 minutes." Without any hesitation, Alfred gave the answer.

"It's too late." Bruce Wayne lowered his eyes and watched Salander's every move through the glass. He had no doubts that the time was enough for the young anchor to do a lot of things.

"I thought you knew, my lord, that there is a distance between New York and Gotham. According to your previous style, these 6 minutes should not be a problem, and the Bat Fighter can catch up."

"I have to keep an eye on him."

Alfred was silent for a moment, "Okay, do I need to recall the bat machine now?"

Before Bruce Wayne could answer, he was squeezed aside by another person. As soon as he turned his head, he saw the golden-red tin can.

Seeing him looking over, the playboy in New York gave him a wink perfunctorily, but in the end he was unforgiving, "If possible, I don't want to take your place, after all, you are so inconsistent with my aesthetics."

"But now, your position has been requisitioned, go to the back a bit, don't disturb the Avengers..." He hesitated for a while, and finally added, "Work with the Justice League."

Bruce Wayne excluded from Avengers and Justice League: "…"

"By Justice League you mean Batman?"

Bruce Swayne sneered, this was the first time he had spoken to Tony Stark like this in public, but in fact he had already thought about what to do, it was just because of his status as a playboy.

But who is he now?He's just a little punk named Matchstick Malone!

"If I were you, I wouldn't interfere in this matter! As we all know, Batman is the shadow of the city, an independent knight, and the brain of the Justice League. He doesn't need the help of the Avengers!"

"Oh, die-hard fans of Batman, huh? I have to say, this is not very common in New York." Tony Stark knocked on the table casually, and when he turned his head, there was no one around him——

"Did you really see a ghost? Isn't turning your head an inherent attribute of Gotham people?! Obviously, that annoying bastard just now was taught to be bad by the old bat! I was so stupid when I wanted to control the old bat. Crazy! How are you doing, Steve?"

"It seems... all right?" The American soldier felt the cells in his body hesitantly, "It seems that I haven't fallen for more than 5 minutes."

There is still the second half of the sentence that I haven't said, that is: I haven't been shrouded in bad luck for a long time, and I am really not used to it.

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The door of the private car that had been locked suddenly slid open, and the alarm seemed to have failed.Salander quickly sat on it, and after checking the performance, he went to look for the next one.

He has no extra means of transportation now, so he can only "borrow" one at will.In just a few seconds, he locked this car based on his knowledge of the car, but due to disrepair for a long time, the performance of this car has long been unsatisfactory.

He was running out of time now, so he could only walk to the second best car according to his observation.Regardless of whether the car works or not, he can only make do with it.

The cameras on the side of the road turned to him at this time, but this year they didn't mind.This is not only because there is no time to deal with it, but also because...

He tugged on the tie that was stuck to his neck because of sweat, and exposed the name tag belonging to Bruce Wayne, which happened to be a position that a camera could capture.

At this moment, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

This was beyond Salander's expectations. He turned around quickly like a bow stretched, staring at the man who didn't know when he was standing behind him.

This man was no stranger, and he still had familiar scars on his face.

"Match Malone?" Salander frowned, dismissing him in a bad tone, "Although I really want to tell you something, but I'm busy right now. If you want money, you can go to the front desk of Wayne Enterprises. "

"No, I don't want Wayne's money at all."

For some reason, Salander always felt that there was something in this bastard's words, but the other party quickly changed the subject, "Are you looking for a car now? I happen to have one here."

Following the man's line of sight, he quickly found the car.It's pure black, with a few inconspicuous scratches, and it looks almost obsolete.

Salander hardly had any thoughts in his mind, and walked towards the car in front of him without pausing, but Matchstick Malone didn't intend to back down.

The tall man put his arms around his shoulders like two good brothers and led him to the door of the car that was almost scrapped, but the strength of his men was unquestionable, and even thoughtfully helped him pull the co-pilot away. the door—

"It's the car I got here in, try it, I promise you won't be disappointed."

When he said this, there was a smile on the man's lips.Salander had no reason to think that if the other party showed such an expression during the banquet just now, it should be no less elegant than the Prince of Gotham.

In fact, this is indeed the case, and anyone would think so—if Match Malone didn't have a hideous scar on his face.

But this is not a problem for Salander. As early as the moment his parents died, there were only two kinds of people left in his eyes: monsters and ordinary people.It is precisely because of this that he can ignore the wound on the opponent's face and focus on more important feelings.

He took a few glances into the car, and glanced at the unremarkable dashboards and slightly old car mats, which were completely low-level configurations.

Salander raised his shoulders, shook Malone's hand away from the match, and quickly walked around the opponent.Where he couldn't see, the man's brows gradually tightened.

Yes, most people would think that his car is small and shabby, which is completely in line with the status of Match Malone's gangster, but it is packed with configurations that are no less than Batmobile.

In short, it's a stealthy version of the Batmobile.He once drove this car to arrest all the members of the Gotham underground gang, and those members were driving small armed tanks.

Before that, he had seen Salander's keenness and insight, and the other party even threatened to teach him to be a man, but now... as Batman, he was a little disappointed.

This feeling is similar to that of a hunter who managed to catch a ferocious medium-sized cat, only to find that the opponent's fangs and claws had been pulled out long ago.

But the next moment the young man turned around and walked to the opposite of Match Ma Long, which was the driver's seat.Salander quickly stuffed himself in, and decisively lit the fire.

In the end, the young man even smiled at him, licking the sharp canine teeth of his tongue, "Since you are so kind, I will accept this car."

As soon as the button was pressed to the end, it was obvious that he had just come into contact with this car, but Salander knew the way of automatic driving without a teacher.

The tires of the private car spun rapidly, and the exhaust sprayed out. In just half a second, the distance between the car and the match Malone was several meters.

Match Ma Long squinted his eyes and stared at the rear of the car for a while, then shook his head indiscernibly, followed by a sound that seemed to be a sigh or a low laugh.

The man started to run, and the muscles under his clothes opened a neat and beautiful arc with other movements.He was quickly level with the front of the car, and then opened the passenger's door.

There was a burst of tiny sparks as the car door rubbed against the ground, but neither the man who had already entered the car nor Salander paid attention to it.

Sarande tilted the matchstick Malone who had performed a series of strenuous exercises, but his face was still flushed, "It seems that you are still not as willing to take this car as you have shown."

Match Falong just raised his eyebrows, "Do you know how much this car costs?"

Salander also raised his eyebrows, and under similar light, their expressions were almost in sync.He talked about his clothes representing Bruce Wayne's logo, and said in a frivolous tone, "Honey, do you think I will be short of money?"

"Of course not." Match Ma Long answered kindly, and his tone was as incomprehensible as ever, "I've seen it all. During this period of time, many people have gone to the front desk of Wayne Enterprises to collect some considerable fees. I praise you. Generous, sir."

"You were also one of the people who could receive these things."

"Never."

The man's answer was too affirmative, which finally distracted Salander from the steering wheel. He held the steering wheel with one hand and wanted to ask something further, but another hand held the other half of the steering wheel.He and Salander's hand still on the steering wheel were so symmetrical, like things at opposite ends of a mirror.

Match Ma Long gently turned the steering wheel, and gestured with his chin to the seat belt that was hung aside.

"Come on, I don't need it." Salander snorted, but Match Malone stretched out his arms, his cuffs almost brushed against Salander's abdomen, fastened the seat belt, and then patted it lightly .

This made the young man a little unnatural, "What do you think of me?!"

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The author has something to say:

Salander: What do you take me for?

Master: Wife

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The next chapter will be updated the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. I will finish this article in the past two months, and I will open more new articles in January.Don't worry, I won't start a new article until this article is finished.

In fact, I originally wanted to change the [-]th, but I didn’t have a day off during the whole [-]th. I didn’t get home until [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm after the full class, and I had to do my homework_(:з」∠)_

——————感谢在2021-08-2017:41:06~2021-10-1223:31:46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 angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 21 bottles of rotten white; 5 bottles of Senyaoling and Chunsuo;

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