This time the terrorist attack in Paris spread rapidly on social media.
United States, Gotham City, a black figure quietly rolled into the house from the window.He took off his cloak and walked towards the house.
There was no light in the dark corridor. At this moment, a sound came from the left side of the corridor. The man subconsciously stopped and looked towards the side vigilantly. The lights lit up, illuminating the folds of the old man's face.
Seeing the familiar face of the butler, Fu, Bruce put down the arm that was already in front of him, and his muscles relaxed, "It's so late, Fu, you should rest earlier."
Under the flickering lights, Ah Fu's face was extremely dignified. Bruce looked at Ah Fu's expression, and his face suddenly sank, "What happened?"
"Just now, there was a large-scale terrorist attack in Paris." Looking up and seeing Bruce's face suddenly changed, Ah Fu gritted his teeth and said the second half of the sentence, "The Bataclan Theater Concert Hall...is a terrorist key targets of attack.”
Bataclan Theater Music Hall, that's not...
Bruce took a step back subconsciously, his hands clenched tightly into fists by his side, his arms trembling violently, his head was bowed, his face was covered in the darkness and his expression could not be seen clearly.
The next moment, Bruce raised his head suddenly, his eyes were already red, he picked up his cloak without saying a word and walked towards the underground garage.
Standing behind Bruce, Ah Fu sighed softly, clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and prayed quietly.
God, I pray that you keep that girl safe.
===
The blond-haired girl was lying on the hospital bed, her face was unnaturally pale due to blood loss, and a thin infusion tube was attached to the arm that fell beside the hospital bed.
The black-haired man was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at Elisa who was lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, his knuckles were silently pinched until they turned white.
After an unknown amount of time, the light golden eyelashes fluttered a few times, and Eliza slowly opened her eyes under Bruce's surprise eyes.
Eliza blinked a few times in a daze, and the blurry picture in front of her eyes was gradually cleared up. She opened her mouth slightly, and felt the unbearable sting in her throat before she could say a word.Eliza couldn't help coughing softly. She struggled to get up, but felt that she couldn't make any effort.
Just as Eliza was falling limply backwards, a big hand gently supported her back.
Bruce helped Elisa up, carefully paying attention to her other hand that was infusing the IV, and did not forget to pull the pillow beside her to cushion her waist.
"Bruce..."
Eliza read his name softly, with a faint mist in her eyes.
Bruce murmured.When Eliza heard this sentence, she seemed to come back to her senses gradually. Her eyes fell on herself. The needle in her right hand, the faint smell of disinfectant, and the severe pain in her limbs from time to time, all of which made her from deceiving herself to others. out of the mud.
Bruce hugged Elisa into his arms, and the woman's pale cheeks were pressed against the man's chest. He heard the steady heartbeat coming from his ears, but there was a dead silence in the blue eyes at this moment.
She spoke softly, but her voice seemed to flow into the air like a trace of green smoke, "Has the report come out?"
"Ah." Bruce pressed the back of Elisa's head silently, and responded softly.
The blue pupil fluctuated for a moment, and then fell into calm again, "Why..." This intermittent clip popped out between her teeth, and the fingers pinching Bruce's sleeve were already white.
Bruce's hand attached to the back of Elisa's head froze slightly, "Elisa..."
"I want to know!" Eliza's voice suddenly amplified, then paused for a moment, then fell back gently, "I want to know..."
Elisa bit her lips hard, and it was clear that her lower lip was bleeding, but she didn't seem to notice it.
After all... will it...
Bruce sighed and saw Eliza frowning, "Last night, there were terrorist attacks in many places in the city of Paris, and the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall was one of the locations they chose." Hearing Here, Eliza couldn't help but tighten her fingers on Bruce's sleeve.
Seeing Elisa's silent look, Bruce couldn't help frowning, he pressed Elisa's cheek to force her to look up, and met those blue pupils full of anger, "This is not yours." Wrong, this is all because of the terrorist attack and has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"
Elisa stared at Bruce's anxious face, and her fingers slipped off Bruce's body before she knew it.She lowered her head quietly, and did not respond to Bruce's comfort, but a corner of the sheet had already turned into a mess in her hands.Her eyes widened and she breathed heavily, as if she would be out of breath the next moment.
A strong force grabbed her shoulders, and Elisa was shaken until she looked up, only to hear the man's deep voice ringing in her ears, "It's not your fault."
Bruce stared into Elisa's eyes, and repeated firmly, "It's not your fault."
Eliza pursed her lips tightly, her nose sore, and her eyes were already filled with tears.She flung herself forward into Bruce's arms, burying her cheek in his chest.
Feeling the warmth from her back, Eliza clenched her teeth while hugging the man in front of her, but still couldn't suppress the overflowing sobs.Listening to the comfort of the man next to her ear, Elisa's left hand touched the position of her right wrist, and the moment the cold touch of the suppression ring touched her fingertips, Eliza suddenly closed her eyes.
Depressed cries sounded in the ward, and Elisa hugged the man in front of her tightly, as if grasping the last straw.
……
Le Figaro: 'We will never back down'
"Liberation Daily": 'For such terrorist acts, we have no possibility of backing down.There is one and only one solution. '
Le Parisien: 'This is a war'
When the terrorist attacks in Paris happened, it was night. Compared with traditional media, it was the major social platforms that responded first at this time.Twitter immediately launched the "Open Doors" campaign, aiming to give homeless people a place to live; Facebook quickly launched a safety confirmation function, choosing "safe" places in dangerous areas. User, the news will be passed on to his family and friends immediately.
And early this morning, French newspapers reported the sad event last night.And in such a vicious incident, no media would sing a different tune at this juncture.
Terrorists made a total of 6 shooting cases, 3 explosions and 1 hostage-taking in Paris last night, the most notable of which was the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall.According to subsequent statistics, the number of terrorists who went to the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall was the largest and the most well-planned, but the number of injuries and deaths at the scene of the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall was the least.
They were divided into three groups. In addition to the attackers who started to shoot, there were two groups of people. The last group of people was wrapped in diapers and was about to explode in the concert hall of the Bataclan Theater.But I don't know why it didn't work, and the bodies of this group of people were finally found in the suburbs of Paris, and when they were found, they were blown up beyond recognition.And all the cameras on the scene were destroyed during the attack, and there was no way to know what happened at that time.
Except for the first tens of seconds, no one was injured or injured at the scene.
If what happened...
"Good job, little hero." Walking in the corridor of the hospital, the silver-haired man suddenly received such a text message.After he clicked to see the content of this article, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then continued to walk forward, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
……
After finally turning on her mobile phone, Elisa realized that her inbox was full of text messages, and the flood of missed calls made Elisa couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The needle in her right hand was shifted due to the movement just now, and the back of her right hand was already red and swollen. As a last resort, Eliza switched to her left hand.Even so, it is still difficult to hold the phone with the red and swollen right hand.
Bruce held up his mobile phone, and under Elisa's verbal guidance, he dialed one by one.
Christo was the first to pick it up. Almost before the phone rang, someone on the other side picked it up, "Hello, Mom."
Elisa called out, and heard a soft sobbing sound from the opposite side, which made Eliza panic instantly, "What's wrong..."
"I'm fine... I'm really fine..." Hearing the question from the other end, Elisa quickly glanced at the dense scars on her body, and replied without thinking, "No injury."
"...Well, I scratched a little bit. I was on the stage, so far from the door, it was not so easy to hit at all... I didn't really get hurt."
After hanging up Christopher's phone, Elisa and Bruce dialed down one by one in the order of the missed calls on the call log.A whole afternoon has passed just by calling.
……
&8945:
'What is the situation now, does anyone know? '
&8946:
'I don't know, Eliza has no news so far, and her studio has not issued an announcement.Nothing really happened, right? '
&8947:
'Bah, bah, what are you talking about!Eliza will be fine for sure! '
&8948:
'[pray][pray][pray]'
……
Before nightfall, the restless people in the forum finally saw Eliza send a tweet.
It was just a simple tweet to report safety, but it made them feel at ease.
"I'll be back soon." Bruce has already applied for an accompanying bed with the hospital. He gently pressed a kiss on Elisa's forehead, his soft lips touched her skin, and Elisa opened her eyes. The eyes and the corners of the mouth are slightly pursed.
As soon as Bruce stepped out, Eliza quickly pulled out her cell phone from under the covers.
Tony, who was far away in New York, took his personal mobile phone from his clumsy hands. Looking at the line on it, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
'Please teach me to master my abilities.
From Eliza Lin'
United States, Gotham City, a black figure quietly rolled into the house from the window.He took off his cloak and walked towards the house.
There was no light in the dark corridor. At this moment, a sound came from the left side of the corridor. The man subconsciously stopped and looked towards the side vigilantly. The lights lit up, illuminating the folds of the old man's face.
Seeing the familiar face of the butler, Fu, Bruce put down the arm that was already in front of him, and his muscles relaxed, "It's so late, Fu, you should rest earlier."
Under the flickering lights, Ah Fu's face was extremely dignified. Bruce looked at Ah Fu's expression, and his face suddenly sank, "What happened?"
"Just now, there was a large-scale terrorist attack in Paris." Looking up and seeing Bruce's face suddenly changed, Ah Fu gritted his teeth and said the second half of the sentence, "The Bataclan Theater Concert Hall...is a terrorist key targets of attack.”
Bataclan Theater Music Hall, that's not...
Bruce took a step back subconsciously, his hands clenched tightly into fists by his side, his arms trembling violently, his head was bowed, his face was covered in the darkness and his expression could not be seen clearly.
The next moment, Bruce raised his head suddenly, his eyes were already red, he picked up his cloak without saying a word and walked towards the underground garage.
Standing behind Bruce, Ah Fu sighed softly, clasped his hands on his chest, closed his eyes and prayed quietly.
God, I pray that you keep that girl safe.
===
The blond-haired girl was lying on the hospital bed, her face was unnaturally pale due to blood loss, and a thin infusion tube was attached to the arm that fell beside the hospital bed.
The black-haired man was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at Elisa who was lying lifelessly on the hospital bed, his knuckles were silently pinched until they turned white.
After an unknown amount of time, the light golden eyelashes fluttered a few times, and Eliza slowly opened her eyes under Bruce's surprise eyes.
Eliza blinked a few times in a daze, and the blurry picture in front of her eyes was gradually cleared up. She opened her mouth slightly, and felt the unbearable sting in her throat before she could say a word.Eliza couldn't help coughing softly. She struggled to get up, but felt that she couldn't make any effort.
Just as Eliza was falling limply backwards, a big hand gently supported her back.
Bruce helped Elisa up, carefully paying attention to her other hand that was infusing the IV, and did not forget to pull the pillow beside her to cushion her waist.
"Bruce..."
Eliza read his name softly, with a faint mist in her eyes.
Bruce murmured.When Eliza heard this sentence, she seemed to come back to her senses gradually. Her eyes fell on herself. The needle in her right hand, the faint smell of disinfectant, and the severe pain in her limbs from time to time, all of which made her from deceiving herself to others. out of the mud.
Bruce hugged Elisa into his arms, and the woman's pale cheeks were pressed against the man's chest. He heard the steady heartbeat coming from his ears, but there was a dead silence in the blue eyes at this moment.
She spoke softly, but her voice seemed to flow into the air like a trace of green smoke, "Has the report come out?"
"Ah." Bruce pressed the back of Elisa's head silently, and responded softly.
The blue pupil fluctuated for a moment, and then fell into calm again, "Why..." This intermittent clip popped out between her teeth, and the fingers pinching Bruce's sleeve were already white.
Bruce's hand attached to the back of Elisa's head froze slightly, "Elisa..."
"I want to know!" Eliza's voice suddenly amplified, then paused for a moment, then fell back gently, "I want to know..."
Elisa bit her lips hard, and it was clear that her lower lip was bleeding, but she didn't seem to notice it.
After all... will it...
Bruce sighed and saw Eliza frowning, "Last night, there were terrorist attacks in many places in the city of Paris, and the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall was one of the locations they chose." Hearing Here, Eliza couldn't help but tighten her fingers on Bruce's sleeve.
Seeing Elisa's silent look, Bruce couldn't help frowning, he pressed Elisa's cheek to force her to look up, and met those blue pupils full of anger, "This is not yours." Wrong, this is all because of the terrorist attack and has nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"
Elisa stared at Bruce's anxious face, and her fingers slipped off Bruce's body before she knew it.She lowered her head quietly, and did not respond to Bruce's comfort, but a corner of the sheet had already turned into a mess in her hands.Her eyes widened and she breathed heavily, as if she would be out of breath the next moment.
A strong force grabbed her shoulders, and Elisa was shaken until she looked up, only to hear the man's deep voice ringing in her ears, "It's not your fault."
Bruce stared into Elisa's eyes, and repeated firmly, "It's not your fault."
Eliza pursed her lips tightly, her nose sore, and her eyes were already filled with tears.She flung herself forward into Bruce's arms, burying her cheek in his chest.
Feeling the warmth from her back, Eliza clenched her teeth while hugging the man in front of her, but still couldn't suppress the overflowing sobs.Listening to the comfort of the man next to her ear, Elisa's left hand touched the position of her right wrist, and the moment the cold touch of the suppression ring touched her fingertips, Eliza suddenly closed her eyes.
Depressed cries sounded in the ward, and Elisa hugged the man in front of her tightly, as if grasping the last straw.
……
Le Figaro: 'We will never back down'
"Liberation Daily": 'For such terrorist acts, we have no possibility of backing down.There is one and only one solution. '
Le Parisien: 'This is a war'
When the terrorist attacks in Paris happened, it was night. Compared with traditional media, it was the major social platforms that responded first at this time.Twitter immediately launched the "Open Doors" campaign, aiming to give homeless people a place to live; Facebook quickly launched a safety confirmation function, choosing "safe" places in dangerous areas. User, the news will be passed on to his family and friends immediately.
And early this morning, French newspapers reported the sad event last night.And in such a vicious incident, no media would sing a different tune at this juncture.
Terrorists made a total of 6 shooting cases, 3 explosions and 1 hostage-taking in Paris last night, the most notable of which was the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall.According to subsequent statistics, the number of terrorists who went to the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall was the largest and the most well-planned, but the number of injuries and deaths at the scene of the Bataclan Theater Concert Hall was the least.
They were divided into three groups. In addition to the attackers who started to shoot, there were two groups of people. The last group of people was wrapped in diapers and was about to explode in the concert hall of the Bataclan Theater.But I don't know why it didn't work, and the bodies of this group of people were finally found in the suburbs of Paris, and when they were found, they were blown up beyond recognition.And all the cameras on the scene were destroyed during the attack, and there was no way to know what happened at that time.
Except for the first tens of seconds, no one was injured or injured at the scene.
If what happened...
"Good job, little hero." Walking in the corridor of the hospital, the silver-haired man suddenly received such a text message.After he clicked to see the content of this article, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and then continued to walk forward, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
……
After finally turning on her mobile phone, Elisa realized that her inbox was full of text messages, and the flood of missed calls made Elisa couldn't help but take a deep breath.
The needle in her right hand was shifted due to the movement just now, and the back of her right hand was already red and swollen. As a last resort, Eliza switched to her left hand.Even so, it is still difficult to hold the phone with the red and swollen right hand.
Bruce held up his mobile phone, and under Elisa's verbal guidance, he dialed one by one.
Christo was the first to pick it up. Almost before the phone rang, someone on the other side picked it up, "Hello, Mom."
Elisa called out, and heard a soft sobbing sound from the opposite side, which made Eliza panic instantly, "What's wrong..."
"I'm fine... I'm really fine..." Hearing the question from the other end, Elisa quickly glanced at the dense scars on her body, and replied without thinking, "No injury."
"...Well, I scratched a little bit. I was on the stage, so far from the door, it was not so easy to hit at all... I didn't really get hurt."
After hanging up Christopher's phone, Elisa and Bruce dialed down one by one in the order of the missed calls on the call log.A whole afternoon has passed just by calling.
……
&8945:
'What is the situation now, does anyone know? '
&8946:
'I don't know, Eliza has no news so far, and her studio has not issued an announcement.Nothing really happened, right? '
&8947:
'Bah, bah, what are you talking about!Eliza will be fine for sure! '
&8948:
'[pray][pray][pray]'
……
Before nightfall, the restless people in the forum finally saw Eliza send a tweet.
It was just a simple tweet to report safety, but it made them feel at ease.
"I'll be back soon." Bruce has already applied for an accompanying bed with the hospital. He gently pressed a kiss on Elisa's forehead, his soft lips touched her skin, and Elisa opened her eyes. The eyes and the corners of the mouth are slightly pursed.
As soon as Bruce stepped out, Eliza quickly pulled out her cell phone from under the covers.
Tony, who was far away in New York, took his personal mobile phone from his clumsy hands. Looking at the line on it, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
'Please teach me to master my abilities.
From Eliza Lin'
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