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

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"God, don't you think this speed is a bit too fast?" Match Malone spread his hands.

The scenery and the fast speed passed by the car window, and the wind blowing in from the gap in the window made the man's hair a little messy, and the hair that had been fixed with hairspray was blown obliquely a little above the corner of the eye.

He grunted like a normal punk, "Go on, I won't promise I won't throw up in the car."

Before he finished speaking, a sudden brake made the man's body lean forward for a moment, yes, just for a moment.

But he quickly stretched out his hands to support the front of the car pretending to be unstable, "Should I thank you for the gentleman you have shown for me?"

Salander turned off the engine step by step, put the car keys into his pocket logically, and then turned to look at the matchmaker Malone.

He pressed his hand on the other side's hair that slid to the forehead, and the palm was close to the side of the man's face. This was almost the usual flirting gesture of Brucey's baby, but the next moment, his fingers slid down and penetrated smoothly. The scars on the opponent's face.

Then Salander withdrew his hand and glanced at the mottled color on his hand.He licked along the lines of his fingers, and then revealed a series of cosmetic names, "Tsk, you are indeed a rich man, don't you think, Mr. Wayne?"

A long strip of carefully camouflaged scars had been wiped off his face, but Bruce Wayne didn't show any surprise.

——When there is a collision between a real person and a pretender, it is usually the fake who is awkward.

But Salander didn't have a similar performance, instead, he even took it easy.It's like a person who always covered his face suddenly tore off the mask on his face, feeling that every cell on the face can breathe smoothly.

"How did you find out?"

Bruce Wayne has used the identity of Malone for a long time. He almost used this identity as another real person. All the villains and even many heroes have been deceived.

"Don't doubt, there is nothing on your body that I haven't seen." Salander got off the car, frowned as he looked at the lush vegetation and gravel path in front of him.

It's already very late now, and the irregular tree branches and the few raised stones on the ground are as tempting as a ghost's hand to step into another abyss.

"I doubt it." With the sound of the car door closing, another man stood beside him.

"Stay in the car." Salander said without looking back, "We have left the area covered by the network now, and there is no room for your hacking techniques to be implemented."

Bruce Wayne gave a meaningful "Oh", "It seems that your evaluation of me is still very high, but I don't suggest it to become higher."

Salander didn't continue to stop him, and he didn't know if he had acquiesced. A long silence spread between the two of them.

None of them used flashlights. Sound waves could help Salander judge the surrounding situation, and Bruce Wayne had long been used to the darkness.

At that moment, the young man who had never stopped walking suddenly turned his head, his expression seemed not as calm as before, his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something—even though he knew that the speed of sound transmission was actually very slow of that kind.

At the same time, Bruce Wayne also reacted and saw clearly the fist that another person swung.

To be precise, it wasn't actually a person.

That creature was almost as tall as two people, its skin color was grayish, and its ferocious face still retained the human features that had not been completely transformed into monsters.

"It's an ogre." Salander took out the wooden bin calmly, and took out a special colored injection from another leather bag, and quickly stuck it into the wooden bin.

Among the countless monsters, the ogre is an extremely special creature. Its skin is rough and thick, almost at the level of a meat shield among monsters. It cannot be hurt by ordinary weapons or even sub-bows.

But this is not a problem for Green, who specializes in hunting monsters. They have invented a poison specifically for these monsters, which can kill them quickly with one injection.

Salander aimed the loaded wooden bin at the ogre's vital point, but then he found Bruce Wayne standing motionless.

Even though he behaved like a gangster, through those clothes, he could still vaguely see the muscles he had exercised in the gym and the length of hair carefully groomed and designed under layers of makeup and paint.

He had learned that the average gym couldn't help an average person get into that shape.To achieve this step, not only senior fitness coaches must be hired, but also well-known nutritionists and a perfect fitness plan must be equipped.

This kind of thing looks like it has made a lot of achievements in other places, but it is the standard equipment for elites who are slightly inferior in physical fitness.

Many people will understand this as the vanity of males.After all, who doesn't want to show off their eight-pack abs and arms that can easily lift others up in front of the person they like?

Salander felt that he actually admired Bruce Wayne in some respects. After all, not everyone can follow the dietitian's plan to eat boiled chicken breast for that kind of goal every day.

He tried it once, but after that, not only did he throw up for a week, but he also had all the poached chicken breasts out of sight.

But this doesn't mean that he thinks Bruce Wayne can deal with ogres. Salander even doubted for a moment: Is this the first time this top hacker has faced such an abrupt situation, and then he was frightened stupid?

But soon, Bruce Wayne moved.He tugged at his neckline, exposing his rolling Adam's apple, and parried the punch, before punching the ogre in the nose with his other hand.

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, the ugly and misshapen nose softly tilted to one side.

The ogre let out a frenzied roar, and the surrounding trees leaned back behind their trembling voices, but the man didn't move at all, he just seized the gap and quickly made up for it with a few punches.

These punches were fast, hard and heavy, and finally he stepped on the ogre's stomach, causing the ogre's trembling body to fall backwards, and the back of the head hit the ground heavily.

The ogre struggled for a while, but soon stopped moving.I saw the terrifyingly huge face shrinking down a little bit, and finally turned back into a human appearance.

"Still alive." Salander squatted beside the ogre and took a few glances.

"Hmm." Bruce Wayne couldn't comment, but soon, he saw a handkerchief being handed to him.

"Wipe it off." Salander reached out and tapped his cheeks and the corners of his mouth.Of course these places are clean for her, but...

Bruce Wayne had dark blood that belonged to an ogre on his face, and even part of the mucus that the other party spewed out when he roared just now.

But this is nothing to him, because of the particularity of Gotham villains, he will always be splashed with sewer water or poisonous pollen or solution, in most cases, he even has to stand against them to maintain A night of law and order in Gotham.

It is precisely because of this that when he returns to Wayne Manor, he will always carry some red marks caused by allergies or contact with corrosive liquids. At that time, Alfred can't wait to go down and let him I can't go out to Wayne Manor again in a short time.

"Should I say thank you?" Bruce Wayne stroked the handkerchief, and wiped his face with the fastest speed.In this way, all the disguise of Match Malone was wiped off, revealing the true features of Gotham's richest man.

He pondered for a while, his lips moved, but he couldn't bear the absurd look of Baby Bruce randomly putting aside the handkerchiefs handed by other ladies at the banquet, and promising to give the other party a more expensive one——

"I'll ask my butler to send it to you after I wash it."

"It's not necessary." Salander acted indifferent, "It's your money anyway."

Bruce Wayne: "..."

Indeed, since this anchor appeared, he has always received various bills.But this was the first time Salander mentioned it, which gave him a more precise understanding.

The young man's attention did not linger too much on this matter, "Are you Green?"

"Why do you think that?" Batman always does, neither admitting nor denying it, which helps him keep the initiative firmly in his hands.

"At least, I know that an ordinary person will definitely not be able to fight an ogre to this extent."

Salander didn't think there was anything wrong with his deduction, "Even for the ogre who has just grown up just now, his strength is close to the limit of human beings."

"Green is different?" Bruce Wayne realized that this was an opportunity.

Even with so many reference materials, those monsters are still a mystery to him, and now, the key to solving the puzzle seems to be in his hands.

"In a sense, there is no difference between Green and monsters. Even our power comes from monsters, and we are closely related to them."

This is not good news for Bruce Wayne.He thought of Salander's ability, or one of his abilities—the sound wave.

As he said to Alfred before, he once had a relationship with a bat monster with the same ability.

But that's not the fate that is biased towards the good side in ordinary people's mouth.

At that time, because of his inability to deal with Gotham, he was traveling abroad, completely abandoning his identity as Bruce Wayne, and mixed in the circle of ordinary people and even homeless people.

That's why he got involved in the hunt that belonged to the Bat Monster.

In just half a second, and the powerful sound waves, all the surrounding glass was shattered, and all the internal organs of several homeless fellows were shattered together with the glass.

Because of some kind of luck, he and another child escaped the sudden blow. That child should be at the age of elementary school and not as high as his thigh.

But since it was a hunt, the Bat Monster would definitely not be satisfied with just that one blow.Then, there are stumps and broken arms.

The child was torn into several sections.

Now that he has become Batman, he has long been used to countless cruel scenes-Gotham has never been a city that will be kind to her guardian.

But even so, when he dreamed back in the middle of the night, he could still feel the child's weak breathing and the scarlet all over the place.

"As you said, Green is closely related to the monster. Is the strength of the monster related to the strength of the monster?"

While asking the question like this, Bruce Wayne also secretly compared Salander with the bat monster—if he was not mistaken, Salander had deliberately suppressed his own strength before.

Salander did not give an accurate answer to this, he just stared at Bruce Wayne for a few seconds, and finally laughed, "You really are Green."

And for Bruce Wayne, it was an answer that couldn't be more certain.

——The so-called power source of Salander is the same as the bat monster he encountered before.

"Then what is the way you get power from the monster? I guess it's not by killing the monster?" Bruce Wayne asked casually.

Of course, the condition for gaining power is not killing the monster, because it was himself who killed the bat monster back then.

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