Parked the bicycle and was not afraid of it being stolen at all, Zhang San sat at the old man's table.

"There are instructions, you can see for yourself."

Zhang San handed the backpack to the old man, and he got up to buy a drink.

Old Jack put his hands in his backpack and checked the contents of the description, and his eyes lit up when he found that there was a small bottle that was used to heal waste cannons.

"Or Sanqi?"

"This time I want twenty-eight, and you know who this stuff can attract."

Zhang San will not cheapen others on this, even if Old Jack is his own.

"Okay, but in a week."

The cunning old man knew how much benefit the contents of the backpack were, and he was shrewd enough to give up Yicheng.

The two chatted for a while, and then Old Jack hurried away with his backpack.

It is estimated that in a few days, those who sell drugs in the black market will go completely crazy.

Buzzing...

Suddenly, the mobile phone in Zhang San's pocket vibrate, and he took it out and found that it was an email from Wayne Group.

The other party expressed great interest in the universal translator in a pile of garbage, and hoped that the two sides could make an appointment to meet.

[The big fish is hooked...]

Hey...

Zhang San sent his current location over, and he believed that some rich young master who loved to play cat and mouse would come over.

Zizi...

Zhang San, who drank the fourth glass of ice soda, saw a luxury sports car appear on the street, and the other party roared and parked the car directly on the side of the street.

The car door opened, and the buddy inside motioned for him to come in and talk.

Boom!

Buzz –

The sports car disappeared on the side of the street, and the handsome old man with the steering wheel told Zhang San's family background as soon as he opened his mouth:

"Zhang San, a black household who appeared on the street a few years ago, joined the anti-evil team he formed after meeting the peacemaker, and became a local police officer after the peacemaker was arrested."

"You're lucky to have saved a senator."

"Huh? That person is a senator? ”

Zhang San touched his chin and thought about how to contact the other party, after all, it would be too hard to save his life without giving him any money.

"Introduce myself, I'm Bruce Wayne."

"I know, I've seen you on TV."

Not only that, Zhang San also guessed that this buddy's next step was to ask him about the bullet bend.

"Yesterday you killed two robbers with a bullet at the Fennel Field Restaurant, can you tell me how you did that?"

Seeing the curiosity on his face, Zhang San decided to get down to business first: "Are you a policeman, brother?" Can we talk about the deal first? ”

"I'm sorry, I'm just curious how you managed to make the bullet turn."

Bruce parked his car in a clearing on the outskirts, where there were already a few targets.

"Show me your marksmanship, I'll double it for you."

[I'm grass, worthy of you, rich man! ] 】

Zhang San was silent, sitting in the car and not getting down.

"Triple as much."

【…】

To be honest, Zhang San couldn't help it.

Seeing that he still didn't get out of the car, Bruce smiled slightly: "Four, as long as you shoot once." ”

"Okay."

Zhang San, who was calm on the surface, was so excited in his heart that he broke danced, because this is four times!

The price of the universal translator he wants to sell to the other party is two million, four times...

[Rich man, you are really awesome!! 】

Pulling out the big gun hanging on his waist, Zhang San was ready to give this uncle a ruthless blow.

Seeing that he aimed the muzzle of the gun at himself, Bruce sat in the car with an indifferent expression and did not dodge.

"Roll the windows down."

As the window glass dropped, there was a thud, and a bullet flew out of the window around Bruce's head.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

A strange scene appeared, several targets facing the front of the car exploded, and the bullets flying out of the car seemed to draw a C and hit them in the distance.

The atmosphere in the car was quiet for two seconds, and then Bruce started the car.

"Do you have a gun or a superpower?"

Even Bruce couldn't figure out the situation of the strange trajectory, he just felt the temperature of the bullet, but he didn't understand why it flew out and drew a C.

"A unique shooting technique that I developed after two and a half years of practice."

"Hehe..."

Bruce didn't expose his lies, if it was really what Zhang San said, then he must have gone to alien practice in the past two and a half years.

"Can you drive the car where it was before? I put my bike there..."

Seeing that the car was driving in the direction of his house, Zhang San hurriedly said.

【…】

Bruce was stunned, apparently he didn't understand how important a bicycle was in Zhang San's eyes.

It's just that a problem arises, he drives a sports car.

It's a bit difficult to cram a bike into a sports car, but Zhang San has his own solution.

He put the bicycle next to the sports car, and then the man got into the car, rolled down the window, and stretched out his hand to lift the bicycle up:

"Let's drive."

"Are you sure you want to carry it?"

Bruce, whose eyes were full of suspicion, was not very relieved about this, although Zhang San was very big, he had to keep holding a bicycle out of the window...

Buzz –

Seeing that Zhang San was sure that there was no problem in doing so, Bruce didn't say more, and kicked the accelerator to increase the speed of the car.

While driving, Bruce glanced at the person next to him from time to time, and found that the other party was as steady as an old dog, and he had another thought.

Unreasonable shooting trajectory, suspiciously mutated body, great power...

And the weird stuff that's sold...

Bruce suspects that Zhang San has had some adventures, such as picking up an alien spaceship, eating some strange plants, and accidentally getting contaminated with some kind of chemical agent...

According to past reports from its satellites, the city has not been hit by a meteorite for decades.

There was no news of strange plants or chemical spills.

So what's going on with Zhang San?

The speculation grew deeper and deeper, and Bruce even thought that Zhang San had met someone from another latitude.

For example, bat mites...

And when he guessed what happened to Zhang San, Zhang San hesitated in his heart to ask Batman for money.

He really wanted to tell the rich man that he had a superpower, and that this superpower needed money to activate.

I believe that as long as he says this, the rich man should give him a demonstration of a sum of money with curiosity.

But that's too much...

[No, no, no...]

It must be the devil tempting you to fall!

Thinking that there was an alien named Brainiac and that Batman had been controlled by him in the game, Zhang San thought it would be better to hold on.