[Comprehensive] The painting style of time travel is wrong

After watching Tang Xuening eat the seventh steak and order the eighth, Angela decided to give up the original plan to talk after eating.

She put down the knife and fork, and asked after slightly dipping the napkin in the corner of her mouth.

"Is this the first time Ms. Tang has come to Gotham City?"

"Well~ I've been in France before..."

Someone Tang responded vaguely while eating.

That's right, aliens with long tentacles in France.

"Then I wonder what Miss Tang thinks of Gotham?"

"Quite distinctive."

Recalling the experience in just two days, someone answered very sincerely.

Well, the feature is that it produces all kinds of criminals with strange shapes and styles.

"Hehe, Miss Tang can still say this, she doesn't look like someone who was robbed just now."

"I've been in really bad situations."

There will be a gap if there is a comparison. Compared with the tentacle aliens rushing over who are not afraid of death, the criminals who are afraid of pain and death with poor marksmanship and poor tactical awareness are the same.

Not to mention compared with those more tragic situations: such as being surrounded by seventy or eighty tentacle aliens and fighting to death, such as losing limbs but must be killed before being captured by a big alien. Myself and the like.

A few little thieves are simply too-young-too-simple.

"That can only mean that Miss Tang, you haven't seen anything worse."

Angela smiled, disapproving of the girl's answer.

"It's far worse than you can imagine."

“How come you see?”

Worst case scenario imaginable...

For example, those aliens found themselves a Cthulhu tentacle monster as an attack target?

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Among a pile of slimy tentacles, the girl scooped up a spoonful of foul-smelling green goo in an iron bucket with a smile on her face.

"Come on, ah~"

"Ah~~~~~~"

Accompanied by a huge muffled noise from nowhere, the originally tangled tentacles split apart in an instant, revealing a bottomless mouth full of sharp teeth...

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Stop!

Is there really a worse situation where just thinking about it will make you lose hope of living?

"Gotham City's academic qualifications are not recognized anywhere else in this country."

Angela looked at her with a "you can't understand" expression in Tang Xuening's weird eyes:

"Do you know why?"

"do not know."

Someone who was disgusted by his own strange brain hole shook his head numbly.

"Because here, the tentacles of villains have spread all over the campus, and you can never be sure whether a person's education is based on grades or hand//guns: various gang reservists start forming gangs starting in elementary school Blackmailing classmates, poisonous insects began to appear in senior grades, and some people used coaxing and violence to get beautiful girls to work in nightclubs. As for universities? Classrooms are often regarded as gambling//casinos and prostitution//nests, and you can’t get in the library ——Because it has been used by various gangs as a warehouse full of various illegal/forbidden/products..."

Although Angela's tone was still very flat at the moment, there was a complicated expression on her face, which was both grateful and painful, and more seemed to be...

sweet?

"Some people say that Gotham is the city with the highest crime rate in the United States. As a local, I can only say that this is completely nonsense. It should be said that except for the billionaires with billionaires, Gotham is a city controlled by gangs—because here Everyone has ties to the gangsters, works for them or is exploited by them, without exception. Even the federal government once gave up on this city (Note 1) - the negative effects of it have been too large to be accepted It's over."

"Bad money drives out good money."

It's a pity that the girl who hasn't experienced these things can't understand it very well. She just asked curiously:

"So how did you 'native' get to where you are?"

"I lost my parents when I was very young-it's funny to say, I don't remember what happened at all, but when I do remember, I was in the arms of Batman with my house on fire behind him. I'm only 11 years old."

Angela smiled noncommittally:

"Later, I was lucky enough to get a student loan from the Wayne Group, worked hard to get into the Ivy League, and got several economics degrees. After that, I even worked in..."

"Then may I ask why you invited me to dinner?"

"The only reason I jumped back to this hell of Gotham after graduation is: I want to change this city! I don't want this city to continue to rot like this!"

Angela tapped the table heavily with her fingers, her tone became more serious while her expression became more serious.

"For that ideal, my strength is too limited, so I decided to join the Wayne Group—Gotham's only hope and pride, to assist Mr. Bruce Wayne, and let him complete this goal for me!"

"?"

The girl said that your turn is a bit too big for people to understand.

"The duties of the secretary to the chairman of the Wayne Group are not only serving tea, delivering water and arranging the itinerary. We also assist the chairman in managing the company's affairs, analyzing and sorting out various materials and making suggestions—this is not something a layman can do!"

Seeing that her repeated hints had no effect, Angela had no choice but to make her point clear:

"A single lapse in this position could have catastrophic consequences, a crime against the Wayne Corporation! a crime against the city! Of course, if you agree, so will Romely, Duane and I Using our relationship to introduce you to a new job that pays well and is right for you."

Luo Mili and Duane are the names of the secretary and the third secretary of the secretariat. It seems that the three secretariats have reached a consensus on this matter.

"Oh, I see, it's telling me to get out, right?"

——Sure enough, it's the plot of the president's scheming female watch, nothing new. ——

——But it's really hard for her to go around such a big circle. Think about it, how did the little white flower protagonists respond to this situation? ——

After recalling nothing for a long time, the girl had to find a topic to continue this slightly embarrassing meal:

"Are you sure it's for this purpose and not because you want to catch Bruce Wayne?"

"If I had that chance, I wouldn't give it up."

Regarding Angela's straightforward answer, the girl thought darkly that she probably had fantasized about this kind of plot in the dead of night.

"Then your choice... Ah!"

Tang Xuening was directly connected to the table, and Angela, who fell to the ground with plates, wine, etc., let out a roar after a brief astonishment:

"what are you doing!?"

But all she got was that the girl forcibly lowered her head, and a sentence that was so cold that her whole body froze:

"Do you want to live? Get down quietly if you want to!"

Then, gunshots rang out.

"Da da da, da da da."

In an instant, countless screams and screams joined the chorus of hell.

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It was rare for Bruce Wayne to stand in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows of his office, silently watching the city, looking at the lights like stars in the distance, enjoying a moment of tranquility.

During the day, the city bathed in the sun looks so beautiful and prosperous, the bustling flow of people creates huge wealth, it handles tens of millions of materials, and its charm is enough to make everyone intoxicated.

At night, this city that never sleeps is so gorgeous and bright, so intoxicating.

but……

There is always darkness behind the light, and so is this city.

No one who just came to this city can imagine what kind of scene is hidden behind the bright lights in the same city:

When night falls, those evils are like cockroaches that keep growing in the dark: they will emerge from every sewer and manhole cover, leave the door cracks, bushes, and toilets where they hide, and use the city's largest Maliciously transforming.

They turned beauty into horror, and twisted prosperity into crime. They followed the dividing line between light and darkness step by step, and let their dirty figures cover this great city.

In this filthy darkness, only screams and gunshots resounded through the night sky, and the ground was covered with blood and tears. It seemed that in this darkness, evil could do whatever it wanted.

Someone needs to drive away the fear of the trembling people and bring light to their hearts, even if this light is so fragile and small compared to the huge darkness.

But he has always believed that as long as that bit of light does not disappear, there is still hope in this city.

And becoming Batman is the choice he made for that ideal.

However, as the guardian of the city, whether as the chairman of the Wayne Group, Bruce Wayne, or as Batman walking through the buildings late at night, he has long understood a truth:

- Justice requires more than strength. ——

beep~ beep~ beep~

"Oh? It's rare that you take the initiative to call me."

After three busy tones, a female voice came from the phone.

"Or are you going to conduct an after-sales survey yourself? (Note 2)"

"Amanda Waller. (Note 3)"

Bruce Wayne didn't have the slightest politeness, and went straight to the topic - but unlike his usual playboy image of a slightly frivolous voice, at this moment he used another hoarse and thick voice - Batman's voice:

"I warned you not to send your men to Gotham."

"So I didn't send anyone."

Waller's answer was straightforward.

"..."

For this answer, all Bruce gave her was a soundless silence.

"Well, at least not since the last time I hunted down the Riddler at the pier (Note 4)."

A moment later, as if remembering something, Waller added:

"I remember that operation. You should know."

"I do know, because your tactical team was brought down by me."

Bruce responded with a mocking tone:

"But you know I'm not talking about those people."

"Who else is there?"

"You should know."

"...that little girl you appointed as your secretary just now?"

Waller paused, and seemed to think about it:

"I admit that I am also curious about her origin, but she is indeed not my person—how stupid do you think I would be to send someone to a position where you will be dangling in front of you all day long? It pissed you off What good can I do?"

"I have served in the army in war-torn areas, and I should have participated in high-intensity battles. I just came down from the battlefield not long ago, and claimed to have served in the US Marine Corps in France-the bloody smell that penetrates into the bone marrow of her body is still so strong. People want to vomit, which is not what a person of her age should have—it looks like one of your special forces that specialize in black ops."

Obviously Waller's answer did not satisfy Bruce, he slightly emphasized his tone:

"You said she is not yours, then tell me who she is, who she belongs to, and why she appeared in this city."

"...Okay, I'll check."

After a moment of hesitation, Waller agreed, but then she asked back:

"But before that, I want to understand why you know she has a problem and still put it on your side?"

"Don't put it in a place within reach, so let her go out and make a lot of corpses again?"

Speaking of this, Bruce was also a little helpless, but then his eyes became sharper, because he had just received a message that made him have to act immediately.

"...I'll wait for your news, you know how to contact me."

"Can you tell me what happened?"

"Just now, the clown led people into the Kaliman Commercial Center in Queens."

This news is no secret.

"Oh? Then you need to hurry up."

"What do you mean?"

"That little girl happened to be there too."