It takes 15 minutes to walk from the training room to the living room of Wayne Manor. During these 15 minutes, Gushanna deeply reflected and confessed her life.

If, at the beginning, I could correct my writing attitude and fill in the pit well, I would not be bound by the system, I would not be migrated to this terrible plane, I would not become a supernatural person, I would not be targeted by the CIA, I would not be There is a danger of being erased...

Gushanna couldn't help but shed tears of remorse from the Green Haw fandom site: I was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning!

This is a confession with a voice.

In the elevator, the melodious music was low and peaceful, trying to comfort the wounded hearts of the passengers. Gu Shanna looked straight ahead, watching the constantly beating numbers on the screen, feeling as desolate as if soaked in highly concentrated coptis water.

The elevator door opened, and the father and son sandwiched Cesana on the left and one on the right. Dick studied the paper as he walked, and Bruce stood with one hand on his waist (a few minutes ago, Cesana accidentally broke the handle of the casserole. causing him to dodge to the waist) walking slowly and firmly, with a thoughtful look on his face.

At this time, there are a few more new (complete) superheroes in the living room. They stand together with the thirteen (slightly damaged) superheroes, and the contrast is so strong.

Tim quietly compared his hairline with Donna's, with sadness in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice, "Can my hairline grow back?"

"My head can be pushed back, not to mention the hairline." Damian caressed his neck carefully and said with lingering fear, "The beauty is so strong..."

Jason stood under the crystal lamp, carefully and carefully inspecting every joint of himself.

After a long time, he let out a long sigh and said happily, "Huh, it's okay, it's okay, there are no traces of stitching, I thought I was going to become Frankenstein."

Meera kissed her fingertips lightly, and said in confusion, "It's strange, when the nails flew out, I didn't feel any pain."

Arthur said sullenly: "Yes, after turning into food, I seem to have lost my sense of pain."

Wally passed by and said casually, "Then you are still screaming so terribly?"

Arthur's eyes flashed: "Stinky boy——"

Wally shrank his neck and dodged neatly behind Barry, hiding himself like a quail.

New Superhero: "..."

Clark stood by the window, using a tablet to watch the surveillance playback in the training room. Diana walked over worriedly: "Did you see it? They haven't given up on [Black Wing] yet."

"I know." Clark paused and zoomed in on the screen, "They call her 'Hestia', the name is really familiar, do you know where it came from?"

"Of course, we are old acquaintances." Diana said, "Hestia is the eldest daughter of Kronos and Rhea, the goddess who is in charge of housework and kitchen."

"The goddess who gave you the holy flame of truth? I remember that you are still related by blood." Clark clicked to play, then paused, and zoomed in on another frame, "I remember that the Black Wing Project was previously in charge of Colonel Riggins, Report directly to Admiral Kinsey?"

Diana: "Yeah, what's up?"

Clark handed over the tablet, pointed to a picture and said, "They have undergone a major change of blood, and the plan will be in charge of Corporal Friedkin in the future, but I don't see who his direct leader is."

The door of the living room was pushed open at this moment, and Wayne and his son and Gushanna walked in. Following their actions, the superheroes who had experienced the horror of Gushanna before retreated quickly like an ebb tide. Leave a huge gap.

Gushanna: "..."

"As for it? Shanna has made a lot of progress." Bruce said lightly, and handed the three documents to Clark naturally, "Let's take a look at this."

Clark's reading speed was extremely fast, and he flipped through the three documents quickly: "They also replaced Admiral Kinsey, and the new Wilson is a member of the supervisory committee. I didn't even find her specific military rank."

Gushanna didn't understand most of what he said, so Dick explained to her in a low voice, from the history of the CIA to the specific functions of each department, and briefly popularized several major government agencies in the United States.

Gu Shan seemed to understand, but the superheroes who had read the document had already started discussing countermeasures. Damian couldn't speak, so he came over carefully: "Beauty, are you okay?"

Gushanna wanted to cry but had no tears: "It's, it's okay."

Dick stared at him: "Are you okay, and you have learned how to throw the blame?"

Damian snorted, ignored him, and said anxiously: "That plan sounds a bit troublesome! Beauty, why don't you pack up your things and run away?"

Gushanna whispered: "I think so too."

"Running is useless. The best solution is prevention at the source and treatment at the end." Arthur said impassionedly, "If the source doesn't cooperate, we'll just click it."

Damian is gearing up: "Yes, just click it!"

Grisana & Dick: "..."

Because of this unexpected accident, the Thanksgiving party at Wayne Manor had to be cancelled, and Gushanna felt very sorry.

"No, no, it's okay, everyone won't blame you." Wally was terrified, "As long as you can keep calm and calm, we will have a very happy Thanksgiving!"

Everyone except the Big Three: "Yes, yes, yes! If you calm down, we will be grateful for everything, and thank God for his blessing!"

Gushanna: "..."

At this time, the Big Three ended their discussion.

"The information we have is limited, and this matter needs to be considered in the long run." Bruce pondered, "Dick, you should send Shanna back first. Shanna, live as you want in the future, don't panic."

Damian asked urgently, "What about the safety of the beauty?"

Not afraid of death, Wally said, "There is Dick, Dick lives now—"

"The police station is just across from Shanna's restaurant." Dick said immediately, throwing a horrifying glance at Wally, "I'm the closest, and of course Shanna's safety is my responsibility."

Damian looked at him suspiciously: "The police station is so far away from home, where do you live?"

Wally moved his mouth unnaturally, unable to say anything under pressure from Dick, and just stared down at the toes of his shoes.

Dick smiled slightly: "I have plenty of places to live, so don't worry about it."

His expressions and answers were impeccable, but Damian was even more puzzled, and turned his head to see Gushanna's reaction.

Gushanna's expression was calm, but there was already a shocking wave inside: "Well, it's getting late, and it's still open tomorrow, let's go."

"Keep these three documents and the piece of paper full of symbols." Bruce stuffed the documents into the courier envelope and handed them to Gushanna, "Maybe they will be useful in the future."

On the way back, Gushanna looked through the three documents from beginning to end, and found that they were incomplete, at least half of the pages were missing, and some key places were blacked out.

However, the document's explanation of [Erasure] is quite comprehensive: "If the target cannot be brought back, or the target refuses to return to Blackwing, more traditional attack methods can be adopted; if the target resists fiercely, the execution team does not need to report, and will Target terminated on the spot."

Gushanna couldn't help but feel furious, even if she was writing a novel, she wouldn't be able to dispose of a life as she pleases!

"It hurts your eyes to look at things in the car." She was angry when Dick slapped him, closed the folder, and stuffed it into the dashboard, "What's the theme of Chinese food tomorrow?"

Gu Shanna said angrily: "Black Wing set meal, whole chicken feast! Chicken head, chicken feet, chicken neck, chicken butt, chicken heart and liver are all boiled in one pot. The most important thing for a family is to be neat and tidy!"

"..." Dick said seriously, "I think when the CIA named [Black Wing], they thought of birds of prey, not poultry."

Gu Shanna murmured for a long time, before choking out a sentence: "Birds of prey are mostly protected animals, and I don't dare to sell them to prison..."

Dick burst out laughing, "So you just use poultry? But the customer has just experienced the Thanksgiving feast, so he probably doesn't want to eat poultry meat for the time being."

Gu Shanna's thinking was just so distracted by him, and he no longer cared about [Black Wing], but instead thought about the theme of Chinese food for tomorrow.

The beef is not good, have done the theme twice this week.

Mutton is not good. Now when she sees the sheep scorpion, she thinks of Bruce, and she can't pass it psychologically.

Shrimp and sea fish can be considered, and crabs are also good, you can use the whole [purine set meal everywhere].Each set only sells for 999, including bald butter noodles, bald butter bibimbap, bald butter vermicelli pot, crab meat lion head, luxury crab meat steamed buns, luxury crab meat dumplings, luxury hand-peeled crab legs, flatbread rolls with crab paste, etc. .

After eating, it can not only greatly satisfy the customer's appetite, but also increase the chance of gout attack (...).

At the same time, certain promotional elements can also be added, for example, the first customer who eats a whole set of [purine everywhere] alone can get certain rewards, coupons or recharge cards.

The more Gushanna thinks about it, the more she devotes herself to it. No matter what the black wings and white wings are, no one is as important as the future of the restaurant!

Moreover, if he can complete the task ahead of schedule, he might be able to return to the real world before the CIA erases him. The real world emphasizes materialism, no feudalism, no superstition, no mutation, and no troublemaking. There must be no such messy weird things.

Gusanna's emotions always came and went quickly, as long as she figured it out, she would never be troubled again.She put away the three documents in a refreshed manner, took out her mobile phone, opened [Fresh Food Delivery for Poverty Alleviation], and started ordering the ingredients needed for tomorrow.

Gabe sent the list of ingredients needed for western food to her mailbox one day in advance. The system has automatically recognized it, and then automatically added the ingredients to the shopping basket of [Poverty Alleviation Fresh Food Delivery].

The ingredients of Chinese food are relatively complicated. Gushanna recalled the ingredients while writing them down in the memo. Occasionally, she searched the Internet for the new recipe of the master, and then notified the system to identify it after confirming that it was correct.In this way, it only takes half a second for her to place an order, and it truly achieves one-click and easy operation, which can be called the greatest invention in the golden finger world.

Dick glanced at her focused look from the corner of his eye, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that his plan had worked. At present, it seems that Shanna has completely forgotten her troubles and is busy with her work wholeheartedly.

Who knows how many more days the peaceful life will last?Before the CIA came to disrupt the situation, he only hoped that she would stop thinking about Black Wing, cook more delicious dishes, and spend every day happily.

The author has something to say: Damian's Myth of the Day: Where the hell does Dick live?

Gushanna's confession today: If you dig a hole and don't fill it, you will be punished by God!

Thank you for the nutrient solution of the dead house gentleman, thank you for being lazy and not getting enough sleep, and for the mines of leaves~

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