Chapter 722: It's Not a Money Issue
"Bruce, oh no, Batman, laugh one, your expression is too stiff."
Russell glanced at the photo, Bruce under the lens looked serious, coupled with the not bright lights in the intensive care room, half of his face was covered by shadows, so that his facial features were clearly defined, and he had a sense of coldness and arrogance.
is obviously a bedwetting photo, but it was reversed into a trend cover of fashion impurities by Bruce's appearance and temperament.
I don't know, I thought this was next year's popular model!
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It's impossible to laugh, Bruce says that the clown didn't even make him laugh, not to mention Russell's pale language.
"Bruce, the more you put on a face, the more this picture looks like it's real, but on the other hand, if you laugh like a fool, others will definitely not believe that the person in the photo is you, after all, Batman's cold image has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts, right?"
Russell spoke bitterly, but Bruce was unmoved, just slightly hooked the corners of his mouth, making his face no longer so cold.
Yes, it's a sand sculpture!
Russell silently nodded in praise, just a faint smile that hooked the corners of his mouth, and the picture was different in an instant.
Just like the kind of host who is serious and tells jokes, comedy is not just about exaggerated expressions, but also about the contrast brought by cold faces.
Hundreds of photos clicked down, and Russell wondered if he should go one step further and have a scissorhands or something.
But when he saw that Bruce's face was sinking like water and on the verge of exploding, he decided to give him some time to buffer and ask for a pose next time.
The coming day is long, and you are not in a hurry to become fat in one bite!
"Death Knell, if you've had enough, leave quickly, this is the clown's territory, leave here as you want."
"Really?"
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It doesn't seem to be true!
Russell pursed his lips, raised his hand on Bruce's shoulder, and suddenly raised his eyebrows: "Just now you said the anti-death knell armor, can I understand that you still don't know what happened in Los Angeles and Seaside City?" â
"What happened?" Bruce's brow furrowed, and his instincts told him that it was important.
"It's nothing, I recently learned a very powerful trick to share my life force with others and heal their injuries."
Russell said solemnly: "Your injuries are very serious, and if they are all cured, it will probably consume 50 years of my life." â
"I'm not stupid, don't fool me with this nonsense."
"Okay, the treatment fee is 100 million US dollars, is there a problem?"
Bruce frowned when he heard this: "It's so cheap, do you have other ideas?" â
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Poverty limits Russell's imagination and his ability to communicate, and he doesn't want to say anything more to Bruce, so he slaps him in the face and directly knocks the pretending man to the ground from the head of the bed.
"Shhh
Bruce felt a warm energy rush into his body, occupying hundreds of limbs in an instant, and the damaged muscles and nerves completed a subversive change in the blink of an eye.
Look brand-new!
Not only the position of the back, but also the dark injuries and strains left by years of fighting and exercising are also recovered under the impact of this energy.
"This ...... What kind of power is this? â
Bruce stood up on the spot and couldn't wait to throw punches and kicks, his body full of life brought him a steady stream of strength.
I feel like I've never felt better, he's stronger than ever!
"The indispensable strength of the team can be regarded as a superpower."
Although the affairs of Los Angeles and Seaside City can't be hidden for a long time, Russell still wants to cover it up for a while, and it is best to let Batman say two cruel words and give him a chance to pretend to be slapped in the face.
However, no, Bruce took a deep look at Russell: "You know that I will develop the 'Anti-Knell Armor', so the last time I met, I deliberately concealed my strength and wanted to see me make a fool of myself for the second time, right?" â
Russell shook his head categorically: "No, the moves you only learned recently, your anti-death knell armor is still the strongest!" â
Bruce snorted, rummaged through the room, found a serious hospital gown to change into, and walked briskly to the hallway window with Russell.
"Do you have any plans for the now chaotic Gotham?" Russell asked as he walked, wanting to hear how the professionals laid it out.
"Create fear!"
"Is it okay to pretend to be forced?"
Ignoring Russell's nonsense, Bruce says his plan: "The Joker went to Bane, these two are unscrupulous lunatic, but they have one thing in common, they both want to destroy Gotham." â
Russell nodded: "I see, you mean, they will join forces and form an anti-bat alliance." â
"No, I mean, a dirty bomb is safe at the moment and there is no risk of detonation."
Bruce glanced at Russell and continued, "They are both extremely confident and paranoid people, after defeating my great enemy, self-confidence will further turn into arrogance, they will not give up the opportunity to destroy Gotham, so the possibility of an alliance is very small." â
"I see, they're going to fight for a dirty bomb!"
"No, they're crazy, but not stupid, and the likelihood of a fight is low."
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Russell squinted slightly, he felt that he was right, but Bruce deliberately opposed and suppressed him in order to show off his intelligence.
"I don't know who the dirty bomb will end up with, but a negotiation is inevitable, two guys with high IQs fighting their wits and courage, and in the meantime, Gotham is safe."
Batman continued, "My rough plan is to take control of the TV station first, then light the bat lanterns and thunder the city hall maniacs. Advertised through the TV station, instilling confidence in the victory of the Gotham police and the people, and by the way, bringing psychological pressure to the rest of the criminals, so that they did not dare to act rashly, and then uprooted them little by little. â
"Sounds easy?"
"It's not easy!"
Batman retorted as usual, and then said, "I need a lot of intelligence, and only by going into the details can I reduce the risk of the plan failing." â
Russell pouted: "It will take a long time to collect intelligence, and when your intelligence collection is over, ten dirty bombs will be blown up." â
Bruce snorted coldly, revealing a calm smile in Zhizhu's hand: "You don't need me to collect information, my housekeeper Ah Fu has already done it, I believe in his ability, and he will not let me down." â
"You're not afraid that he will be caught and locked up, after all, your identity has long been exposed, and the villains have no reason to let him go."
"I believe in Ah Fu, he will never ......"
As if he had heard some joke, Bruce turned his head disdainfully, and when he looked at the private room at the end of the corridor, he was immediately shocked: "Huh, Ah Fu? â
This is the first time Russell has seen Bruce show a shocked face, it is in Batman's vest, not the vest of the rich second generation, and immediately smiled: "The words are too full, there is never an absolute in the world, isn't it a slap in the face!" â
Bruce ignored Russell, rushed into the private room in a hurry, hugged the unconscious butler and shook for a while, and said sadly: "Ah Fu, why are you here?" Damn, who beat you like this? â
After hearing the name of the Wayne family's housekeeper for a long time, coupled with Bruce's sea blow, Russell had long been fascinated, and stepped up to see the true face of Lushan, and at a glance, the whole person was not good.
The man who was held in Bruce's arms was dressed in a bat suit, and his thin body couldn't hold up the suit, which was indescribably funny.
Russell's expression was unpredictable, and his expression became comical as he looked at Bruce's grief-stricken and hopeful departure.
It's very familiar, and it's exactly the same as the person he just beaten!
Russell: ãŖ (?? īš??) ãŖ
Oh no, what should I do if I accidentally beat Batman's old butler who treats him as his own father?
Wait online, it's in a hurry!
"Ah Fu, wake up!"
The butler was still unconscious, and Bruce looked hideous: "Is it a clown?" Damn, just to provoke me, he hit him so hard, I will definitely not spare him this time!! â
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Russell stepped forward silently, straightened the crooked pointed ears on the bat helmet without a trace, and said indignantly: "The clown is so mad, even I can't stand it, Bruce you say what to do, I will listen to you." â
Bruce was about to speak, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of the golden belt on Alfred's batsuit, and immediately frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.
He took off his belt and checked the equipment inside: "Strange, why didn't the Joker take the equipment from Ah Fu?" â
"yes, it's weird, it's like the clown deliberately left his gear here to take it for you!" Seeing that Batman was about to get close to the truth, Russell hurriedly resorted to the Dafa of distraction.
"Impossible!"
Bruce flatly denied: "The clown didn't know that you would come to save me, and even if he did, he couldn't guess what was the point of you being able to heal my spine and leave the equipment for a cripple who couldn't walk?" â
Russell had an idea: "I think he is humiliating you, which means that the overall situation has been decided, equip you, let you escape, and you will not be able to save Gotham City." â
Bruce nodded secretly: "It makes sense, I don't rule out this possibility......"
Russell breathed a sigh of relief and praised his quick wit, which can be regarded as a round.
"Russell, please use your superpowers to cure Ah Fu!"
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"What's the matter, do you want to add money?"
"Uh, it's not about money!"
Bruce put Alfred down gently, stood up and pressed Russell's shoulders with both hands, and said with unprecedented seriousness: "I beg you, as long as you can cure him, whatever you ask in the future, I will agree." â
Russell subconsciously asked, "Is Batman's sand sculpture photo okay?" â
The corners of Bruce's mouth twitched slightly, but he still nodded solemnly: "No problem!" â
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Russell panicked even more when he heard this, Bruce didn't even want his face for the sake of the old housekeeper, if he knew that it was his hand, then it would be okay!
The thought of having a superhero named Batman silently watching him behind his back made Russell feel bad.
"Ahem...... Ahem......"
At this moment, the unconscious Alfred coughed twice and woke up slowly: "Lord Wayne......"
Bruce was overjoyed and helped Alfred up: "Ah Fu, how are you, can your body still hold on?" â
Russell leaned in, slapped the holy light, looked at the ruddy Alfred, and asked with round eyes, "Butler, who beat you, clown?" It must be a clown! It must be him, I just healed Bruce's broken waist, which is equivalent to saving his life, so it must be the Joker's doing! â
Alfred squinted, looked Russell up and down for a moment, then turned back to Bruce and said, "Master, it's true that the clown did it." â
Bruce was silent and stared at Russell fiercely: "I see, it was the clown who did it!" â
Russell: "......"
These two men are more yin than the other, so I miss the sand sculpture of Deadpool!