The correct way to attack the villain

Fox stopped completely after one round of rotation, and gentlemen and ladies came out of the cockpit one after another. Tolliver looked around, and trotted up after seeing Bruce's back.

"Are you leaving now? Don't visit anything else?" The man took big strides, and Toliver had to adjust his stride frequency to barely catch up. It will open in 10 minutes, and I specially reserved a special seat for you—"

Bruce Wayne kept walking, and patted the shoulder of the person in charge next to him: "Have fun."

Tolliver was obviously unwilling to just let go of this big Buddha who could bring a huge flow of people to him on the first day of the exhibition: "What about the dinner after that? Aren't you going to attend? The dance troupe from the Emperor Theater will come, and Ms. Selina will also be there." came, and she said she was looking forward to-"

"Mr. Tolliver."

Another clear voice came in, and Tolliver saw a young man next to Bruce. He stopped and stuffed a bucket into his arms—popcorn that was almost eaten?

The young man looked at Tolliver: "Mr. Wayne's popcorn bucket, take it and don't drop it."

After he finished speaking, he smiled. Tolliver hadn't reacted yet. He just felt that as a Gotham citizen, the hairs all over his body suddenly exploded.

The exhibition has set up a more remote VIP exit, when the group of media who are blocking the gate or simply squatting near Bruce Wayne's car is about to take a few more photos of Bruce Wayne's prisoners to make up some gossip that everyone likes to watch , Alfred had already driven another car waiting there.

"The media in Gotham is getting more and more exaggerated now. I turned six intersections to get rid of them. I think you can go to GBS to talk to them tomorrow as a shareholder. Master, you are always staring at the boss's privacy like this." No way."

The old butler said, got out of the car and opened the door for Bruce.When he was going to go around and open the door for Song Moye, Song Mo smiled and said to the housekeeper, "No, I'll take a taxi back."

Alfred was a little surprised: "This is not very safe."

"Yes." Song Mo took off his scarf and thick clothes and hung them on his hands. "It's dangerous to drive a taxi in the middle of the night. Who knows what kind of guests it will attract."

He waved at the old butler: "Be careful on the road."

Alfred looked at Song Mo's back and could only sit back in the driver's seat.He glanced at Bruce, who was quietly sitting on the seat in the rearview mirror, and then stepped on the gas pedal: "So would you mind telling me what happened in these four 10 minutes?"

Bruce reached out and pressed his eyebrows.Even though he has a very headache now, he didn't mean to share all these things with his housekeeper: "A little thing."

Alfred could only say: "Well, you will never lose your temper with a child."

The old butler's words made the man in the back seat who was undoing his tie pause for a moment.

Only then did Bruce escape from all kinds of shocking or puzzling emotions, and re-aware of one thing he knew before, that is.

Song Mo will only be eighteen in one month. At present, he is fully protected by the law——

underage.

And as a 35-year-old single man with a successful career who is mature and stable in the external love field, he is about to enter the middle age of his life.

Bruce felt his head hurt even more.

The top floor of Roland Community.

There is thick white abalone and bamboo shoot soup rolling in the soup pot, and a large piece of egg liquid is covered on the pan. On the table is a dish of General Tso’s chicken that has been thickened and drizzled with sesame oil. The little Spiderman Peter · When Parker opened the door of the rental house.

"My God!" The hungry Mr. Parker immediately sat down on the dining table, "Song Mo! You are simply an angel!"

The young man in loose home clothes put two plates of omelet rice on the table: "Go and wash your hands."

Peter Parker immediately went to the bathroom as fast as he could to wash his hands, and when he sat back at the dining table, there was already a bowl of abalone soup next to his omelet rice.

A month of cohabitation has made him proficient in the correct way to use chopsticks, while Little Spider-Man maintains his way of eating as gentle as possible while vaguely saying: "Did something good happen today?"

Song Mo sat cross-legged on a chair, propping his face with one hand: "There is no good thing, but there is one bad thing."

Little Spider-Man stopped chewing and raised his head: "What's wrong? Something went wrong with your work again?"

"It doesn't count." Song Mo held the chopsticks up and down, "Have you ever been in love, Peter?"

Even though he stopped, Peter Parker coughed violently after hearing this question, his face flushed red: "You, why did you suddenly ask this?"

In contrast, Song Mo's expression was much more natural: "Just ask."

Peter Parker could only be honest: "No, no." He glanced at the dishes on the table, and finally put down his chopsticks reluctantly, "However, my colleagues should know more about this issue than I do. One point, if you don't mind, you can tell me, and I can help you ask, ask them."

Song Mo leaned back in the chair, without coddling: "That person—"

"I have a successful career, but I'm a bit old, handsome, well-developed, in love, a billionaire, and very interested in technology."

A face slowly emerged in Peter Parker's mind.

He moved his throat with some difficulty: "Then there is a, the richest man?"

Song Mo: "Yes."

Peter Parker: "..."

"So for the sake of making these dinners for you." Song Mo took out the small red heart-shaped box that had been prepared from the pocket of his loose pajama pants, "Can you help me put this Leave things at his door?"

Peter Parker didn't know what mood he used to accept the gaudy little red box that seemed too full of sight: "Okay, okay."

After he finished speaking, he didn't ask Song Mo why he didn't put it away by himself, he carefully put the box into the schoolbag, and then put it back on the dining table.Song Mo looked at Peter Parker who was eating quietly, and asked casually, "Don't you ask me who he is?"

Peter Parker: "No, the richest man, I, I know him."

Song Mo raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, who doesn't know him."

Song Mo put the soup bowl on the table: "Remember to wash the dishes. If you don't mind the leftovers, put them in the refrigerator and heat them up and eat them tomorrow. Don't eat your quick-frozen pizza all day. I probably won't come back tomorrow." .”

Mr. Parker raised his head: "Are you going on a business trip again?"

Song Mo smiled: "No."

"Tomorrow is my back-to-school day."

"Focus on Manhattan. The second arrest of the Red Skull and the high-profile announcement of Baron Zemo's withdrawal seem to have finally made Hydra calm down. Murdoch, the murderous brain, is still absconding. It is not difficult for us to see that the entire Hydra has no leader. It has existed in name only. According to the speech of Nick Fury, director of S.H.I.E.L.D., they seem to intend to elect a unique leader, and we speculate that this new leader is likely to be the only one under the name of the three leaders of Hydra. The legitimate heir, the second Zemo, Baron Helmut."

"Look at New York. If the Brotherhood knows, Westchester is just a peaceful town. If he wants to declare war on humans, he should come to the Avengers."

"Morning Metropolitan News. Lex Luthor, leader of the Illuminati and chairman of the Lex Chaebol, is still missing. Some say he was thrown into the ghost zone after his last attempt to kill Superman failed. The star force has already joined a certain notorious anti-earth organization, if it is the latter, it is really ironic, after all, before that, he has been determined to establish a utopian country without aliens all his life."

"Midtown News—"

"Star City Report—"

In a well-guarded private airport that travels between the United States and Malaysia, every corner of the waiting hall broadcasts a variety of real-time news, and these news all have one thing in common, that is——

It's all about criminal organizations everywhere.

"It's only been a month. I didn't expect things to become so serious."

In the waiting room on the first floor, Harry Osborn was sitting on the leather sofa outside. An exquisite Western-style breakfast had been set on the glass round table. He crossed his legs and looked at the empty security inspection hall under the glass wall: " So now there is only Magneto left in the alliance?"

"If you have to find out." The little green goblin sat next to the freshly crowned Hydra leader, Helmut Zemo, "They have been fighting with the military for a long time. I heard that the Avengers The alliance will also intervene this time, he has no intention of managing the affairs of the alliance at all."

Harry glanced lazily at Zemo: "Isn't that your chance?"

The second generation of Zemo was stunned for a moment, and after trying to understand what his friend was referring to, he immediately waved his hand: "Forgive me, a Hydra is enough for me. Those old guys are not convinced by anyone now, let alone Tell me to listen to my command, where do I have the time and right to intervene in the affairs of the alliance."

After he finished speaking, he paused and looked at Osborn: "And didn't Teacher Emma say that the Alliance wanted you to—"

Harry stood up suddenly and interrupted Zemo: "Here he is."

Zemo looked at the young master stepping up and down the elevator in a daze: "Who?"

He was answered with an Osborne-like mysterious smile.

And a figure who appeared at the gate of the security inspection hall.

5 minutes before boarding, in the security check passage where few people could be seen, it was rare to wear a gray suit with a less exaggerated color and less cheap texture. He also put on a shirt, vest and tie, but he still wore his head The clown with a green wig and heavy makeup slowly took his eagle-headed cane from the security inspector, and politely smiled and said thank you by the way.

The new Abyss Airport security inspector couldn't help rubbing the goosebumps on his arms, and whispered something after he got on the elevator.

"What a lunatic."