"Didn't you say you won't go?" Hal looked at Schiller who was changing clothes and said, "And if you go, go, why are you dragging me along?"
Hal lowered his head and glanced at the dress in his hand, and said: "I can't meddle in Gotham's affairs at will. This is an agreement between Bruce and I. Although this ship may not be owned by Gotham people, it is parked in Gotham after all."
Within Tan's sea area, if I use green light energy, I will definitely be discovered by Batman, or three Batmans."
Schiller adjusted his tie in the mirror. He looked back at Hal and said, "Do you think Bruce is really sunburned? Mayor Roy thinks the docking of the legendary gambling ship is a good gimmick. Gamblers are also tourists, and
Bruce was noncommittal, obviously he didn't want to get involved in the matter, so he pretended to be sick."
"But here's the problem, I didn't receive an invitation, how can I get on the ship?" Hal asked, spreading his hands.
Schiller pointed to the table next to him, and Hal walked over to take a look. He saw a gold-gilded ship ticket lying quietly next to Schiller's invitation.
"In addition to having gambling games, the Daxizhou is also a luxurious casino cruise ship. As long as you have money, you can buy a ticket. However, ordinary guests can only participate in ordinary games on the first floor of the yacht, but this is not important.
As long as you can get on the boat."
Hal felt that he heard something between the words. He rubbed the edge of the ticket and said hesitantly: "Although I can use the green light energy to cheat, there are some gambling games that cannot be dealt with by looking at the cards in advance, and my
Just so-so luck.”
"Don't worry." Schiller's tone was still very calm. He said, "Maybe it's not as difficult as you think. Just go and have fun."
Hal was still hesitant. He picked up the ticket and took a look at it. He found that the hot stamping process was very exquisite and his name was specially written on it, so he instinctively asked: "How much does this ticket cost?"
"$80,000."
Hal hit the table with a bang, stood up straight, stretched out his hand to straighten the non-existent tie, and said, "Do you think I can wear this suit? Do you want to change to a patterned tie?"
Schiller, who was lowering his head to arrange the cufflinks, turned to look at Hal and said: "I think this suit suits you well, but if you want something more fancy, the tie is in the drawer under the third compartment of the wardrobe.
"
Soon they all changed their clothes. Schiller wore a dark silver suit, which looked gray when standing in the dark, but if he stood under the light, there was a subtle satin-like reflection.
In Hal's impression, Schiller rarely wore bright-colored clothes, and his whole person was like a huge light-absorbing black hole. When he began to glow, he was like a permanently shining celestial body in the dark universe, with a unique
of mysterious charm.
The invitation letter clearly states that the Atlantic Ocean will dock at Gotham's Pier 5 at 8 o'clock tonight. Ordinary tourists with tickets will board the ship first, followed closely by guests who take the initiative to participate in gambling games.
.
When the cruise ship leaves the pier, there will be a small boat waiting on the dock. The challenger holding an invitation letter to accept the challenge will be sent to the cruise ship by this ship. In other words, before sailing, the challenger and the challenged person will
There is no chance to meet at the pier.
Hal and Schiller arrived at the pier at 7:30 and found that there were already many tourists waiting here, most of them young men and women, wearing a variety of expensive custom-made suits, or dressing up trendy and fashionable.
Every accessory on my body is expensive.
These are obviously wealthy people who have paid for tickets to board the ship for entertainment. In the corner of the waiting room, you can also see some people who are not so brightly dressed and look particularly tired. It goes without saying that they are going to participate.
Gambling games.
The person being challenged had to go to another room to wait in advance, so Hal entered the waiting hall of the pier alone. He came relatively late. Not only was every seat full, but the open space was also crowded with people standing side by side.
Gotham's pier facilities are relatively old. Although they were renovated to welcome the tourists from the music festival, the pier is obviously not the main place where tourists gather, so they have only been repaired briefly. I can only say that it looks a little cleaner.
Still cramped and stuffy.
Listening to the complaints in his ears, Hal sighed softly. He used the thin green light energy to cool himself down. Since there was more green light energy now, he spread the energy out a little, and people only felt a sense of comfort.
A cool breeze passed through the hall, and my spirit couldn't help but relax a little.
Because Hal spent most of his time as a Green Lantern in the lantern furnace at the headquarters, his integration with the green lantern energy is deeper than that of other lanterns, and he is also more skilled in the use of green lantern energy.
After becoming Ion Man, Hal felt that the Green Lantern energy was like his organ, and they became one, regardless of each other.
At this moment, the green light energy spreads out, and Hal can feel the status of all kinds of people through it, and can even vaguely hear their voices.
At this time, the ship has not arrived yet, and he is still idle. Hal pretends that he is also a psychiatrist and begins to listen attentively to other people's thoughts. Although this is not a mind-reading skill and can only hear superficial thoughts, but listening
Others complained that it was so hot here and that the boat arrived so slowly. After the boat arrived, they had to complain to the staff about their reception environment, etc. It was quite interesting.
Just when Hal was using the green light energy to feel the status of everyone here, his expression suddenly froze, because the green light energy felt a familiar figure in the corner opposite the waiting hall.
"Hey, wait." Hal turned around and looked over there, then immediately raised his feet and squeezed over there, trying to get through the crowd sideways, shouting as he walked: "Sorry! Give in! Sorry!"
Please give way."
It was already very crowded, and physical contact would only make people hotter. Hal's behavior of pushing his way through the crowd without hesitation aroused public outrage, and complaints came one after another.
From this moment, Hal knew that things were going to be bad. Sure enough, the figure heard the noise and disappeared from the back door of the waiting hall in three steps and two steps at a time.
Hal let out a low roar, but sighed helplessly, and had no choice but to slow down and try to go out from the side to see if he could be blocked.
But at this moment, a strong arm grabbed Hal's arm. Hal turned his head and saw a pair of firm blue eyes among countless dark eyes filled with boredom and complaints.
Clark pulled Hal out of the side door, allowing him to get away from the crowd temporarily. Hal couldn't help but cursed, looked at Clark and said, "Why are you here too? Don't tell me that you agreed.
Yes, I knew something was wrong. Do you know what this is for? Clark."
His tone was quite fierce, obviously because Clark should not be here. Clark did not become angry because of his anger, but pressed Hal's shoulder and said: "I know, you think the sky is falling, I
I won’t gamble either. In fact, I’m not here to gamble.”
"Then what are you doing here?!" Hal was obviously very angry. He said: "Don't tell me you are curious or have never seen similar scenes. Do you know how many people have fallen into the abyss just because of this kind of curiosity?
Did you fall to pieces? Do you think you are immune because you are an alien?"
Clark sighed and said: "Hal, Hal! Calm down! You know if I was curious about gambling, I would have more opportunities to be exposed to it than I have to come here."
Hal's mind finally calmed down. He put his hands on his waist and turned around. He sighed and said, "Then what are you doing here? Even if it has nothing to do with gambling, it's still very dangerous here."
"I came with Oliver,"
Hal looked at him with wide eyes and said, "So the figure I just saw was really Oliver?"
"It's him." Clark turned his body and glanced at the back door of the dock and said, "That's our friend Oliver Queen."
"But I haven't heard that he has a gambling habit."
"He's not here to gamble." Clark frowned slightly and said, "He doesn't have a boat ticket. He's probably here to participate in the so-called magic lamp gambling game."
Hal covered his forehead and looked up at the sky. Clark immediately stroked his back to calm him down. Hal took a deep breath and said, "I can't believe that even with us, Oliver still feels like a human being."
Being in big trouble and being alone with no other options, this is probably the angriest thing that's happened to me in the past ten years."
Clark knew that what he said was an understatement, and he might have already guessed before he told him, so he acted so excited just now.
Anyone who finds out that their good friend is here, and obviously did not buy a ticket to get on the boat, will definitely feel angry.
You encounter a big trouble that you think you can't get out of, and your choice is to board a mysterious cruise ship and gamble with your life instead of going to your good friends and asking them to help you, no matter who it is
Anyone in this friend's position would be furious.
It's like you have a close friend who has experienced life and death with you and has a life-long friendship. When you want to use money, the first way that comes to mind is to borrow money from loan sharks. But not only are you not poor, you are even quite wealthy.
I am absolutely capable of helping him, but in the eyes of loyal people, this can be called a humiliation.
Seeing Hal's face turn red with anger, Clark could only comfort him first, and then said: "Actually, when I was in the bar, I lost control of my abilities because I felt that something was wrong with Oliver. His emotions were too intense, but at that time
Dr. Schiller was present, and he didn’t want to make the matter a big deal, so I didn’t speak.”
"He doesn't want to make anything big!" Hal was overwhelmed with anger and said eloquently: "I really can't stand this kind of people who don't talk about anything and have to wait until the conflict becomes too intense.
Someone who stands up and shows his cleverness when trying to redeem himself! Batman is one of them!"
Clark was a little helpless. In fact, he and Hal had the same feeling. Since a friend encountered difficulties, he should ask and explain clearly as soon as possible, and then everyone would do their best to help him, no matter what trouble he had.
They are all strangled in the cradle, and we do our best to reduce the pain suffered by everyone.
But people like Schiller and Batman don't deal with it like this. They choose to pay attention silently, wait quietly, and wait until the other party is willing to talk, or when the trouble becomes so serious that they have to deal with it, then they help.
Clark couldn't understand this kind of person before, but now he understands that his friends are all adults with mature minds. When they are still rational, if they encounter any trouble and are unwilling to speak, they must have their reasons.
You must force them to speak. Although it can help in the end, forcing those who are unwilling to reveal their feelings to speak is, to a certain extent, creating pain for them and using this pain to exchange for their own righteousness.