The correct way to attack the villain

After returning from Gotham, Stark got into his studio and stayed until dawn before returning to the hall with a tired face.

Confronting the destiny is not just talking about it, even if it is just the preliminary work of weapon transformation, the workload is astonishingly huge.

"I need a cup of coffee, Jarvis."

The bearded man in a white sleeveless vest sat down on his exclusive sofa, buried himself in the soft sponge, and pressed his swollen temples.

Somewhere in the room came the voice of the mechanical butler: "What you need is rest, Sir."

"Of course I need to rest. There will be more opportunities after I retire, but not now." Stark rubbed his face, "Order me another Cyclops sandwich, double bacon and cheese, Banner's side should There will be the research results of the extraterrestrial energy, and I have to make a corresponding energy adapter before that, and time waits for no one."

Jarvis: "Time does wait for no one, Sir, if you remember."

"The guest you mentioned yesterday will arrive in New York in 45 minutes."

Stark was stunned for a moment, then cursed secretly: "Damn, I almost forgot about this."

He stood up from the sofa at once, took out his mobile phone and called his driver to ask him to go to the airport to pick up people on time, and at the same time dragged a virtual light screen in mid-air and sent a message in the alliance group:

Your boss: [Iron Man Appears.gif]

Your boss: [Today there will be a guest from the alliance, and if there are no accidents, they should stay here for half a month.Also, a meeting in the afternoon. ]

The group has new replies soon.

The most handsome man in the league: [Your notification was really timely, even before that person arrived at the building. ]

Dr. Banner: [Hulk hates meetings! ]

The most handsome man in the league: [Hulk, when did you learn how to use a mobile phone?Natasha taught you? ]

Dr. Banner: [Never mind. ]

"Actually, you don't have to be too nervous. Mr. Stark is a very easy-going person. Although the captain looks serious, he is also a very easy-going person. Dr. Banner is usually busy with meetings and becoming Hulk. Rarely shows up in the Great Hall doing experiments, but he's also a nice guy to get along with, and Agent Romanov—”

Since Peter Parker confirmed that Song Mo will be a guest of the Avengers for half a month last night, he has been as excited as if he invited his best friend to his house when he was a child. He got up early in the morning, and he helped him pack his luggage while comforting him. do not worry.

I don't know who is more nervous.

The time was 05:30 in the morning, and Song Mo got on the earliest flight to New York. When it landed 45 minutes later, the driver Happy was already waiting there dutifully.

The airport is not far from the Avengers. The fat driver took Song Mo to the door of a building behind the Avengers and said: "Your room is on the sixth floor. Mr. Stark has already set it up for you in advance. You have the right to come and go in and out of the area below the sixth floor of this building."

After the driver finished speaking, he drove away. Song Mo raised his head and glanced at the tall building in front of him, which was next to the Avengers Building. It was much smaller than the building, but it was also full of technological and design elements. Luggage went in.

Just like what Happy said, after the portrait scanner quickly scanned his whole body, the door automatically opened to both sides, and inside was the lobby on the first floor.An oval-shaped cleaning robot that was as high as a person's knee, with rusty spots and cobwebs hanging on its surface, was using a robotic arm to wipe the dust and cobwebs off its body, and came up from the basement. After seeing Song Mo, the two inverted triangle eyes lit up.

A magnetic mechanical voice came from inside the machine: "I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He stepped forward to take the luggage from the young man, "I'll show you to your room."

Song Mo nodded, and silently followed the robot into the elevator, while talking to his brain in his head.

"Is this Iron Man's artificial intelligence?"

Bangya: "No accident, yes, he controls all the technological procedures of these two buildings."

Song Mo: "Cool."

Bangya: "...Shouldn't it be that the core brain that controls the entire Hyperian main program is more powerful?"

Song Mo: "Are you talking about the core brain whose signals are blocked every day?"

Bangya: "..."

Song Mo: "And his voice is nice too."

Bangya: "???" Doesn't his voice sound good?

Song Mo: "Does this count as your colleague? I think you should say hello to him out of politeness."

Bangya: "...I refuse."

Song Mo: "You can't be so introverted, Bangya, Huberian will definitely have a lot of guests in the future, you have to learn to be independent like him sooner or later."

Bangya: "..."

Song Mo: "Or is this just a social phobia between you robots?"

Bangya: "..."

The robot controlled by Jarvis brought Song Mo to the room at the end of the corridor on the sixth floor.

The room is very large, and the interior decoration is as technological as the exterior of the whole building. The all-metal furniture has a cold luster. Outside the wide-open windows is a real-time simulated Malibu Sea view. Jarvis also thoughtfully Explains how to do it.

"These simulated scenes include the Malibu Sea, the Sahara Desert and the Great Wall of China. If you are tired of these dynamic simulated scenes, you can directly turn off this function. The glass is one-way, and you don't need to worry about privacy issues. Outside the building is Sir Gang Although the completed garden is relatively small, the scenery is also very good.”

"This building is specially built to accommodate the alliance's guests. The second floor is a restaurant, the third floor is a fitness center, and the fourth and fifth floors are public entertainment areas. There are swimming pools, hot springs and game halls that simulate open-air environments. I'm sorry that you have to stay in this building until then, because my husband has not informed me of my upcoming itinerary."

Song Mo was mentally prepared for this kind of disguised imprisonment before he came. Of course, Iron Man would not allow a Gotham villain to come and go freely on his territory, especially if this villain had made them suffer a lot.

With half a month of personal freedom in exchange for six powerful bodyguards, and living in such a building that the rich may not necessarily be able to live in, this deal is a good deal no matter how you calculate it.

"If you have other things or encounter any troubles in the future, you can come to me at any time, just call my name in any corner of this building. Then."

"Hope you enjoy your stay, sir."

After Jarvis finished his last sentence, the two inverted triangular eyes of the cleaning robot dimmed, and it turned into an ordinary robot again. After leaving the room, it mechanically picked up the broom and mop on its back and began to clean the corridor.

Song Mo closed the door, and the seascape simulated by the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him was so real that it was hard to distinguish. It seemed that he could hear the sound of waves crashing on the reef outside.

He didn't rush to pack his luggage, but sat on the sofa and sent Peter Parker a text message that he had arrived at the Avengers, and then looked at Bruce's number on the phone.

"Sending a text message to keep you safe shouldn't be considered harassment, Bangya?"

From the perspective of a CP black fan, Bangya: "I think having his number in your address book is considered harassment."

Obviously, the captain who insisted on going his own way didn't really care what his brain said.

Song Mo edited word by word, half a minute later, he sent a text message to his boss, and then straightened up.

"When my adoptive father picked out the clown suit for me, he must have never imagined that the second-generation clown would have this day, Bunya."

Bunya: "Successful day surrounded by six Avengers?"

Song Mo: "Isn't it the day when you successfully broke into the Avengers?"

Bunya: "He must never have imagined that one day the heir he trained to succeed him in trouble with Batman would fall in love with Batman against his will."

Song Mo: "...I thought my adoptive father's last wish was just not to be forgotten by the people of Gotham."

Bunya: "But in a way, you did follow the old clown's philosophy and made Batman a big problem."

Song Mo: "..."

[Boss, I'm in New York. ]

When Bruce received Song Mo's text message, he was in the office accepting an annual exclusive interview with a female reporter of GBS Vanity Fair.

As Alfred said, since Batman thinks it's better to keep a low profile, then Bruce Wayne has to appear in public appropriately. Like social banquets.

"Is there something important?"

It seemed that the other party had been staring at the screen for a long time, so the female reporter couldn't help asking.

Bruce raised his head and smiled towards the camera again: "No." He took back his phone, leaned back on the sofa back, and looked at the female reporter: "Sorry, what did you ask just now?"

The female reporter blushed slightly when she saw those eyes that were deeper than those in TV magazines.

In Gotham, there is probably no woman who can refuse such an attractive man, even if he is a notorious playboy who is invincible in love.

The female reporter coughed lightly, and continued with the question just now: "When the column reporter interviewed Fox last month, he said that regarding the development direction of Wayne Enterprises this year, they will slowly shift their work targets from heavy industry to light industry and What do you think about increasing the control of industrial pollution in Gotham, the control of medical equipment and investment in charitable causes?"

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "I don't have any opinion. This can really further improve the image of Wayne Enterprises. Everyone knows that Fox has contributed to the development of Wayne Enterprises to today. He almost never makes wrong decisions, and the only thing I have to do The only thing to do is to sign the contract they decide."

The female reporter couldn't help but smiled: "You really like to joke."

Although this seems to be true on the surface, before Gotham Media was acquired by Bruce Wayne in a large area, they often criticized the richest man who appeared in various entertainment occasions with his girlfriend every day besides attending banquets, saying that if it was not Thomas Wayne, he was nothing at all.

But it is impossible for the female reporter to really follow this topic to discuss, especially now that GBS is still under the name of Wayne Enterprises, she can only skip this big question and ask: "What do you think of Gotham's Batman? "

Gotham's richest man sitting opposite her rubbed his chin: "Everyone knows that I am the number one Gotham citizen who opposes Batman."

Female reporter: "But you also ordered your media company to stop broadcasting negative news about Batman."

Bruce answered fluently: "Because opposing him and spreading rumors are two different things, even if I oppose Batman again, as a news program, they can't deliberately exaggerate or even broadcast some false news for various reasons. I hope that all the media under the group will The company knows that."

The female reporter immediately said, "Our Vanity Fair has always broadcast real news."

Bruce laughed: "Of course, it's thanks to the like—" No one noticed that he glanced at the name tag hanging around the neck of the female reporter. After a short pause, Gotham's richest man continued, "Miss Brown is so outstanding reporter."

The female reporter felt that her breathing had almost stopped for a moment.

At this time, the camera behind her took a picture of her, and reminded her in a low voice that the time is coming soon. The female reporter finally realized that she looked down at the little interview time left, skipped the insignificant questions behind, and jumped straight to the interview. By the time of this exclusive interview, it has been emphasized countless times by the production, which is the highlight of saving the poor ratings of Vanity Fair.

The lady reporter smiled sweetly: "We still have a special session for this year's interview, Mr. Wayne, I think your assistant should have greeted you in advance."

No, his assistant is still surrounded by a bunch of Avengers.

Bruce glanced at the assistant's cubicle next to him calmly, then looked back at the female reporter: "My pleasure."

Before the interview, the texts of these reporters were reviewed by their assistants to ensure that there would not be any links and problems that were tricky or would damage the company's image and make the boss feel unhappy. After Song Mo asked for leave, this job was handed over to Jin Funi. With Jin Funi's experienced experience, he believed that nothing would go wrong.

Then he saw the staff who had been standing by the side holding a few wine glasses. Judging from the color, it should be a certain brand of brandy or whiskey.

Bruce frowned.

The female reporter seemed to have been looking forward to this session for a long time, and she introduced with some excitement: "These are the questions that the citizens of Gotham most want to ask you, selected by our Vanity Fair after a public survey. Of course, this involves a little bit of your privacy. , so you can choose to answer or not to answer, and if you choose not to answer."

Bruce: "I'm going to have a drink, am I?"

The female reporter turned over a page of the script in her hand: "Yes, Mr. Wayne. But don't worry, these are alcohols with a low degree of distillation, which will not affect your follow-up work, and your drinking capacity has always been high. Group isn't it?"

Bruce is indeed a good drinker, which is due to the habit of drinking alcohol when he was frustrated when he was young, but he has rarely drank since he became Batman, because alcohol will affect his rational judgment on issues, even when participating in At banquets, except for those unavoidable situations, most of the time he would replace the wine with ginger ale.

He looked at the glasses full of wine, and then at the female reporter, still maintaining a habitual smile on his face. After a moment of silence, he said, "I hope it's not such an embarrassing question?"

The female reporter obviously failed to see anything from the man's good disguise. She raised the last page of the script in her hand: "Don't worry, I won't be too tricky, the richest man."

As she spoke, she asked the first question: "Can you describe your current love life in one word?"

Expected.

As long as the richest man in Gotham is involved, those interviews can never be separated from his emotional life.

Bruce also replied very briefly: "Single."

The female reporter showed a surprised expression: "So the recent rumors about you and your assistant are actually fake?"

Bruce asked back: "Is this also one of the problems in the session?"

The female reporter shrugged: "Okay, obviously not." She looked at the script, "Then the second question, this must come from some fanatical lady. How can I pursue Bruce Wayne?"

Bruce replied almost without thinking, "It's never been my habit to let a lady take the initiative. All she wants to do is sit there and wait for me to come to her."

The female reporter almost wanted to scream, she clutched her chest and continued: "I think this question may come from the same Gotham lady as the last one. What we see on the entertainment news is always about who is the richest man in Gotham? The lady spends a lot of money, so in turn, have you ever been enthusiastically pursued?"

Bruce froze for a moment, then replied, "Yes."

Female reporter: "This is an additional question to the previous one. After all, no one will pay for the answer of yes or no. So, which move of the other party impressed you the most?"

Then unexpectedly, the man sitting on the sofa decisively picked up a glass of wine and drank it down.

The female reporter looked at the empty wine glass that was put back on the plate, and her tone was a little envious: "I don't know which lady is so lucky."

"Okay, the next question, this should be easy for you, what type of people do you like?"

Bruce said casually: "There is no standard."

The female reporter glanced at the script, and then said with a mysterious expression: "You may have another drink for the next question, Mr. Bruce."

Bruce smiled and said, "Why don't you ask first?"

Female reporter: "Tell me the name of someone you liked before." After asking, she pretended to be helpless and said, "What's wrong with the citizens of Gotham now, they care so much about the private love life of the richest man."

Bruce: "Then you may be disappointed, Miss Brown." He replied simply, "I don't really remember their names."

Miss reporter was surprised, and somewhat expected: "Can't you remember even one? You used to have so many female companions."

The richest man in Gotham said: "I believe you also have a lot of clothes in your closet, but can you remember which store you bought each one from?"

The lady reporter replied honestly: "At least I will remember those famous brands."

Bruce: "But I never have to go out and buy clothes myself."

The reporter was stunned, she didn't seem to expect a man to answer so simply, she couldn't believe it: "Then you are really a—"

The latter word Miss Reporter was left unuttered, but Bruce added nonchalantly, "What a jerk, eh?"

The reporter was a little embarrassed: "I didn't mean that, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce spread his hands: "You're not the first to say that about me, and I don't think you'll be the last."

For the first time, the reporter had a deep understanding of the "notorious" label on the richest man in Gotham, but she still felt incredible. She asked a little unwillingly: "But don't you even have a heartbeat?"

Bruce glanced at her: "Is this also a question in the session, Miss Brown?"

The lady reporter looked at the script: "Yes, sir."

Bruce didn't speak again.

He reached out and decisively drank the second glass of wine on the plate.

After the interview, when the interview team moved the props and left his office, Bruce went into the bathroom at the back of the office, took a glass of water and rinsed his mouth.

As the reporter said, the alcohol content is not too high, at least he is sober now, but his neck and face are a little hot, Bruce loosened his tie, turned and leaned on the sink, dialed Alfred's phone number, and then After connecting, he said calmly: "Help me stop the interview just now, Alfred."

Apparently this is not the first time the old butler has encountered this situation. He directly picked up another mobile phone to contact the TV station, got all the original interviews after 5 minutes, and then picked up the mobile phone and asked: "Which part do you want to modify?" ?”

Bruce: "The last link."

Alfred then transferred the interview video to that place. He watched the last part of the interview and disagreed: "You don't need to speak so sharply, you have enough black material, there is no need to protect Playboy Add another label of objectifying women to the image of the company, and this will also affect the company's image, I will delete the paragraph where you describe your female partner."

Then he heard Bruce say, "Delete them all."

The old butler was stunned for a moment, and he read this link again. Except for the paragraph he just said, he felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and Bruce's attitude made him frown: "I know Is there a reason, master?"

Bruce rinsed his mouth again, and continued: "The directivity is too strong, I'm afraid someone will misunderstand."

"Is there someone?" The old butler frowned and thought for a long time, until the last part of the interview was played repeatedly on both sides before he was not sure, "You mean Song Mo?"

Bruce: "Yeah."

Alfred was a little puzzled: "Are you too sensitive, young master, I can't even tell who you are referring to from the interview, after all, although there are not many people who have actively pursued you, they definitely More than double digits."

Bruce didn't speak.

Alfred was silent for a long time, after which he sighed: "Can you tell me what you are worried about?"

The man replied simply: "No."

In the workshop of Wayne Manor, Alfred faced the interview on the computer, as if he was talking to himself, facing the phone that had been hung up.

"Before today, I thought the problem wasn't that serious, young master."