The God Killer in the American Comics World

The materials for the Kryptonian spaceship are certainly good stuff.

Material science is the most boring thing. You have to find a lot of hard work and constantly test various material combinations regardless of the cost. Maybe you can’t find a useful alloy combination in a million tests, or you may get it right on the first try. Grand prize.

There are ready-made spacecraft materials. If the corresponding raw materials can be found, human aerospace technology will make a leap immediately.

But does Batman only want spaceship materials?

Star maps, interstellar route maps, Kryptonian computers, fire control systems, which one of these things is not good?

Treason! Damn you traitor!

That nice Kryptonian girl next to you, you think I can’t see it, right?

Compared with other organizations or individuals, the biggest advantage of Wayne Group is probably that it has a large number of complete Kryptonian texts and translation materials.

Mr. Bruce was so crazy that he went to the nightclub for the first time in a long time and got the achievement "Nightclub Veteran".

Not long after, the master saw the queen and heroine team around Ange, Helen, Catwoman, the female adjutant of Krypton, and the Canary sisters. He suddenly felt that the vulgar powder around him was no longer fragrant. He always felt that he was not Was N marriages taken away somehow?

Ange ignored his cheap dad, as long as the Bat Master didn't fall out with him.

At this time, his mansion on the island welcomed a group of special guests.

On the helicopter, Jane Foster often had to open the paws of her assistant Daisy Louise. After all, they also brought along their assistant intern Ian. From the moment we took off, the assistant and best friend was chattering away.

When the helicopter passed through half of the private island and landed on the helipad in front of a huge manor covering an area of ​​more than 30 acres, I got off the helicopter and looked at the new-style villa with an artistic atmosphere like an art gallery in the distance. , and looking at the one-kilometer-long fine sand beach not far away with almost no gravel, Daisy's mouth was like a machine gun firing.

"Hey! Jane, didn't you say you wanted to forget that stupid guy? You even did such a stupid thing as going on a blind date with a wooden engineer, you might as well seize true love today. Angie Wayne is a diamond king. The best!”

Jane gave the assistant a sharp look: "Please, I am much older than him. And we are here to work today."

"Fart! Our crappy studio is about to close down. Why should people fund us? Aren't they attracted to you?"

Jane rolled her eyes and was about to complain, but she didn't expect Daisy to pull open her collar and take a look: "Oh my God! You're not wearing any underwear."

"You little bitch, I'll tear your mouth off if you try again." Jane pretended to be mean to her, but her scolding tone could not fool anyone.

At this time, a Rolls-Royce parked in front of the tarmac. A man dressed like a bodyguard got out of the car first and opened the door. Immediately, a blond beauty with big waves in a black professional skirt got out.

At a glance, this woman dressed as a female secretary is the type of person who has nothing to do but be a secretary.

Although she tried hard to dress up as a standard professional woman, many details, such as unconsciously twisting her hips when walking, subconsciously walking catwalks and other small movements, showed that her original job was unlikely to be a normal one.

Seeing the other party walking over from a distance, Daisy's face looked slightly unnatural, and she quietly said to Jane: "It's okay, at least you win with your face."

"Shut up." Jane secretly kicked the female assistant and faced her with a smile on her face.

"Hello. Miss Jane Foster, I am Dana Lance, Mr. Ange Wayne's personal secretary. I am responsible for taking three people to see Mr. Wayne." Dana's bright smile made the three people opposite her very happy. It's hard to feel bad.

"Hello, Miss Lance, I am Jane, she is my assistant Daisy, and this is my intern assistant Ian."

"This way, three of you, please."

The luxurious Rolls-Royce sedan further refreshed the three people's outlook on life, and they were somewhat shocked internally by this mysterious newcomer, ah, no, an upstart in the old plutocrats.

After entering the villa and walking in through the door, the three of them seemed to have passed through an invisible air barrier, and the sounds outside suddenly became quieter.

Then, Jane and the others saw another Miss Lance.

"Hello guests, I am Sarah Lance, the housekeeper here and Dana's sister. I will lead the way."

Daisy didn't say anything this time and took a look secretly: the two sisters are both standard American big girls with hot figures. To put it simply, their sisters have a slightly slimmer frame and are slightly inferior in terms of temperament and face. But with the attribute bonus of sisters... Jane, your opponent is not weak!

Daisy's confidence in Jane lasted until the maid who was as beautiful as a fairy appeared.

"Everyone, would you like something to drink?" A voice as melodious as a lark, coupled with the hazy and perfect facial curves under the white gauze, there is an extraordinary nobility in every move and gesture. This maid is too exaggerated. It's like a queen came to play a guest role as a maid.

That’s outrageous!

Not to mention Ian, a vigorous young man, even Jane and Daisy were stunned.

"Madam, are you really a maid?" Daisy couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, I am Ang Wayne's personal maid." The other party spoke English with an obvious foreign accent.

"May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?" Ian seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit, his eyes blurred.

This scene made Daisy very angry and secretly stepped on the kid.

Under the pain, Ian was more or less awake.

At this time, the maid seemed to be frightened and whispered: "Sorry, no." Then she trotted away in a hurry.

Daisy next to her was more concerned about her good sisters than Ian's gaffe: "Jane, give up."

simple:"……"

At this moment, the real owner Ange finally came into the living room. When he saw Helen who was frightened like a deer, he pursed his lips and smiled. Sure enough, Helen was still a little embarrassed.

"Hello, three of you. I am Ange Wayne who is about to become your patron."

Such a domineering opening statement made Jane choke. She pinched her nose and introduced herself, and then said: "No offense, Mr. Wayne, we haven't decided to accept your sponsorship yet. And I've been thinking about it for a long time, I don’t think we have anything worth investing in, sir. It may even cause trouble to you.”

"Troubled? This kind of thing?" Ange pressed the remote control, and a 300-inch giant projection screen immediately came down and started playing today's news.

On the screen was news about the police arresting an old man who was running naked. Because it affected the city appearance, it was also coded.

At this time, the three of them raised their foreheads at the same time and looked away, because the person arrested by the police was Jane's partner-Eric Schavig, a doctor of astronomy.

Seeing this, Ange turned off the projection screen and smiled: "Let me get straight to the point. What I value is not your professional knowledge, nor your beauty, Miss Foster, but Miss Foster." You have...extraordinary qualities."