"Okay, okay, I know I know, first of all, I have to say to Katie and don't worry her."

Just now, his face was full of impatience, but after opening the portal to the Marvel world, Wang Dali's face was instantly full of smiles.

"Katie, I've got something to do and I'm going to be out for a few days, and I'll be back next week."

"Huh? Oh. ”

A little stunned, she looked at Wang Dali, who suddenly appeared in front of her, and after hearing his words clearly, Catherine nodded.

"Goodbye, Katie."

Gently kissing Catherine's lips, Wang Dali's upper body quickly disappeared into the spatial passage.

"Goodbye."

Waving vigorously at Wang, who had disappeared, Katie muttered to herself a little strangely.

"Darling seems to be particularly happy today?"

She raised an eyebrow, but quickly put the matter behind her.

……

"So, which world is better to go to?"

After leaving a message to Catherine, Wang Dali completely let go of himself and returned to the relaxed state before the marriage.

In other words, don't be in a dry state.

"Marvel definitely can't, Transformers and Men in Black have a bit of a problem. In this way, it's better to find a new world to play with. ”

There are still six days left before she made an appointment with Catherine to take her to the world of the Men in Black where she lived in her last life. In other words, Wang Dali only has five days at most to go out to surf.

"Time is running out, hurry up!"

"Hercules Fist Sixth Style!"

Sting!

After more than a month, Hercules Fist reappeared. As soon as this punch came out, the heavens and the earth were shocked by the wind and rain and changed color, and the immortals and Buddhas wept and wailed. The world barrier of the black-clothed man's universe was torn apart by Wang Dali like tearing paper, and then stepped into the torn crack.

More than half an hour later, the cosmic will of the man in black who woke up from a state of vertigo: Who am I? Where am I? What just happened? Why does my head hurt so much?

……

The people of Gotham City are simple, and there are many talents in Arkham.

Not long after he came to this world, Wang Dali profoundly and personally understood how realistic the first half of this sentence is.

At the enthusiastic invitation of a group of red-haired, green-haired, and blue-haired people, Wang Dali, who had just come to this strange city and was wandering on the main road, knew at a glance that it was Wang Dali, who was a foreigner, walked with them into a secluded alley next to him in the accelerated pace of passers-by.

After a friendly exchange of warm fists and fists, Wang Dali left the alley with more than a hundred dollars and a knife that looked good.

Just like Tony Stark, Iron Man in the Marvel world, the famous Dark Knight of Gotham City, Batman's true identity is actually Gotham's largest listed company, the chairman of Wayne Company, Bruce Wayne.

Incidentally, he is now looking across the TV on the side of the road, smiling charmingly at Wang.

Compared with Iron Man, Batman's black technology may not be as high as him, but his physical strength, speed, strength and fighting ability are also beyond Iron Man's ability. The only thing that is the same is that they are all very coquettish in front of the TV camera, and they all feel that ordinary people are also playboys with a net worth of hundreds of millions and beautiful women beside them.

"Why don't you go find this Batman tonight? The copy will be Arkham Asylum. ”

Thinking so, Wang Dali ordered a steak at a restaurant on the side of the street, observing the surrounding atmosphere while eating.

At this time, there were only three waves of people in the restaurant.

The group is a group of white men with strong physiques and a height of more than 1.8 meters, all of whom are Slavic races that are clearly different from the white races of Europe and the United States. With a wide body and a round waist, they propped up their suits, and a handful of dangerous-looking steel toys were highlighted.

The other group was seven or eight Mexicans. Unlike the Slavic men who eat the food and drinks in the restaurant and laugh happily, they swallow the bread in their mouths in silence and occasionally take a sip of their own white water, which is incompatible with the decoration style of the restaurant.

The last group is ordinary people like Wang Dali, who come to this restaurant to eat.

"Now like this, it seems to be lively to see?"

Not only Wang Dali, who was secretly happy, but the other people in the restaurant easily noticed that the situation around them was not quite right. Many people leave in a hurry without a few bites, well aware of one of the rules of survival in Gotham City – curiosity kills not only cats, but also people.

A few minutes later, apart from Wang Dali and two gang members, only the owner of the restaurant was left.

Chalalala.

Before Wang Dali finished the steak, the aluminum door of the restaurant was lowered. He looked up in confusion as he met the members of the Mexican Gang.

Did you enter a black shop?

"Is it okay?"

After eating the last bite of bread, the little leader of the Mexican gang stretched out his finger and pointed at Wang Dali, who was still in the mood to continue eating steak, as if he didn't realize what was going to happen next.

"Since we met, then we have to count him unlucky."

One of the leading Slavic men glanced at Wang Dali. Wang Dali, who had just crossed into this world not long ago, was only wearing a thin T-shirt and jeans, and at a glance, he knew that he was not carrying a weapon and was not taken to heart by the other party.

Isn't it common for a few aliens to go missing once in a while in Gotham City?

"Hmm."

Obviously, one or two lives were also not taken into account by the small boss of the Mexican gang and the owner of this restaurant. They didn't care about Wang Dali's existence at all, and unabashedly carried out black transactions directly in front of him.

"I brought a batch of A goods with a purity of more than 65 percent, and according to what I said before, the price will fluctuate by five points."

"No problem."

Asking his men to pull a suitcase from under the table, the Slavic man typed in the code and opened it with a snap.

Stacks of green bills are neatly laid out on it, exuding an enticing scent of ink.

When he saw the money, the little leader of the Mexican gang swallowed his saliva, and his originally plain eyes instantly became hot.

Very satisfied with the other party's gesture, the Slavic man smiled.

"The money is here, but where is the goods?"

"The goods are here."

The Mexican gang leader picked up a plain, conspicuous burlap bag next to him, and opened the tightly tied bag, revealing packets of white powder inside.

The two gangs sent one person on each side, and after inspecting the goods and money respectively, they completed the transaction with a smile on their faces.

"It's a pleasure to work with."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

With a smile of three points and seven points of truth, the two leaders shook hands in the presence of the restaurant owner. Then, the whole restaurant looked at Wang Dali, who had just finished eating steak and stood up from his seat.