The happiness of rich people is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
vice versa.
Last night he picked up the body in front of the bodyguards, the housekeeper and the maid, so he couldn't hide it from anyone.
What about today?
Louis and the others didn't speak, but they all had strange expressions asking:
Is this going to sink into the bottom of the sea?
The boss needs to be killed first and then killed, right?
You were just a prodigal before, but now you have finally taken that step, right?
The butler, who was in his fifties, still had the strength. He silently turned off the tablet computer, and the "Fragrance Spectrum" on it flashed away. Then he straightened his body and rolled his eyes at Louis and the two of them: "What are you thinking? This lady is just not in a good state."
Great pair."
Ange, whose scalp was numb, held it in for a long time before he finally managed to utter a sentence: "It's not what you think. She, she is an extraordinary person like Batman. I plan to place her in my island vacation home."
oh--
The three of them suddenly showed expressions of relief.
Based on his memory, Ange silently opened a hidden compartment next to his seat and took out a short MP5K submachine gun that was only about thirty centimeters long.
If they were handled casually last night, Louis and the others immediately had a much more correct attitude today. They first called the maid and moved the unconscious Wonder Woman onto a beach chair that served as a stretcher, and then carried it to the extended Lincoln downstairs.
inside.
Ange doesn’t know if the [Justice League] has been established at this point in time.
"Well, customer information of this level will be treated as top secrets of the bank and strictly protected."
This lineup is just fine against the Penguin gang. As long as Wonder Woman pops up randomly, he can only play GG in joy.
This kind of time bomb-like character is left at home and will explode at some point. It is better to send it away as soon as possible.
In urban warfare, this thing can provide unparalleled flexibility.
Ange's mind was in a mess.
Damn it!
Ange was still panicking.
Not to mention that Ange took advantage of the time traveler's information asymmetry to reveal the other party's identity and even brought out Mr. Wayne's brand.
He knew that he had to answer the call: "Hello!"
"Yes, Boss!"
The motorcade drove out of sight, and a beautiful figure flashed out from behind the iron frame on the third floor of the dilapidated building.
Most of it is nothing in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of extraordinary people, she is undoubtedly a beacon in the dark night, extremely dazzling.
This hell joke is really cold!
Along the way, Ange didn't even have the heart to admire the furnishings in his luxury car and the beautiful scenery around him.
"what else?"
The bodyguard Louis, who was sitting opposite Ange, looked at Wonder Woman who was lying on the handmade leather sofa with frowning from time to time, then looked at his boss and swallowed: "This lady really belongs to Mr. Wayne.
Distinguished guest?"
The assistant timidly said: "I can't find it. I can only confirm that he has a black gold-level bank card at Wayne Bank, and his credit rating is four A's."
Wonder Woman is sexy, beautiful, and extremely devoted. The only bad thing about her is that whoever becomes her husband must be mentally prepared to burp twice.
Mr. Wei, since you claim to be the guardian of Gotham City, if you don't take the blame for this, who will?
Ange's method of using a tiger's skin as a banner immediately caused the opponent to become entangled.
This is not over yet.
"Of course. But Mr. Wayne is not free now, so we can only protect her temporarily."
Having the ability to make money is a very happy thing in most worlds. In Gotham, you must at least have the ability to develop black technology to survive.
The assistant shrank his neck and stopped talking.
Frank, the butler, silently opened the tablet again and revealed the 'Fragrance Spectrum' inside: "Master, I have no right to question your decision, but I think a mortal girl is more suitable for you."
His move made the two bodyguards opposite him look even paler.
He took out the 30-round magazine and checked it. After thinking about it, he replaced it with the crazy 120-round magazine.
This time, Mr. Black Mask was knocked a little dizzy.
Louis and the others suddenly felt awe-inspiring and silently put their fingers on the safety of the rifle.
Other police stations are at most like water mixed with ink, while the Gotham Police Department is like black mud mixed with water. Apart from Police Commissioner Gordon, I don't know who else is clean.
"What the hell?"
His motorcade had just driven out of his mansion on the outskirts of the city, and had only been driving along the edge of Gotham City for less than ten minutes when he suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart.
The butler's voice came from behind: "Master, I will ask the maid to prepare the holiday house on the island."
The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief.
Two minutes later, Ange received an [unknown call] in the car.
Now, two black lines climbed up Ange's forehead: "I, that... uh..."
How idiotic was the former owner of this body to actually go to the lair of Romain Beauvais Sionis, one of Gotham City's gangsters, nicknamed "Black Mask", to have fun?
Not to mention that he is currently on a mission where failure could lead to death. Even if he has just traveled through time and cannot figure out the current situation in Gotham, he cannot sell Wonder Woman. This is the bottom line of his life.
Ange felt a chill spread from his tailbone to the back of his head, and his whole body was numb with cold.
"The usage permissions of this black card are a bit strange. It does not allow any investment or entry into the casino. Only daily consumption is allowed."
Ange took out two grenades, pinned them to the inside of his crotch, and rolled his eyes at the other person: "As an honest and law-abiding good citizen, it makes sense to hide mines in your crotch, right?"
Ange also replied in a deep voice: "That's nothing! That's Mr. Bruce Wayne's distinguished guest. Mr. Sionis, are you sure you want to be the enemy of the Wayne family?"
Don't even think about it.
Feeling sulky all his life, he simply didn't look back and strode downstairs.
She turned on the headset and whispered: "Boss, my tracking seems to have been discovered. The target's firepower configuration is good. I saw at least five big ones."
After scaring away Black Mask, Ange's heart was still high because the projection screen on his retina showed that Wonder Woman was overflowing with a faint amount of divine power.
As a core member of the "Justice League", Wonder Woman is the best choice in terms of character and combat power. He has no reason to sell her.
Ange decided to arm himself to the teeth.
This situation is the most tangled. The other party knows your details, but you don't know the other party's details. As a thoughtful boss, Black Mask had to consider more things, became defensive, and hung up the phone silently.
If there aren't so many rich people, where would they go to steal their money?
Besides, Black Mask is nothing!
She has a hot figure, wearing a black leather jacket and fishnet stockings. If Ange saw her, he would definitely find that she was the beauty who sang on stage in the nightclub last night.
Normally, Ange would have exclaimed: Ah! This tablet is so white, no, it’s so big!
Call the police?
If you don’t feel it, then something must be wrong!
Ange gritted his teeth: "Everyone be on alert, we are being targeted."
"What? What kind of setup is this? Is he Bruce Wayne's biological son?"
"Damn it." Ange complained and thought to himself: Does my gold finger only have a useless display function?
As if sarcastic to someone, one of Ange's skills was highlighted on his retina:
[Basic Shooting Lv5]!
As a playboy from Gotham City, he usually shoots when he has nothing to do. This is very "beaver".
A low and cold voice came from the other side: "It doesn't matter, Miss Lance, please continue to keep an eye on me."
The prerequisite for getting rich is to have money first.
It was as if the uncooked nine-turn large intestine had fallen out of his crotch, and nothing could be said to explain it.
From the other side of the phone, a sinister and deep male voice came: "No one can take away from the [Black Mask Club] what does not belong to him."
Here, listening to the busy tone on the phone, a smile appeared on Ange's lips.
A total of eight bodyguards were equipped with legally modified 100-round large drum M4 automatic rifles.
In fact, when he went out, Ange thought about keeping a low profile. Unfortunately, this is Gotham City where Murphy's Law often occurs - then the worst thing is bound to happen.
Instinctively, he thought it was an illusion, because when he turned around and looked over, there seemed to be no one in the three-story abandoned house with only the frame left.
Siannis was extremely irritated and yelled at one of his assistants: "Have you not found out the background of that kid?"
Louis laughed dryly and said: "It's very reasonable! It's very reasonable!"
The dark world is inextricably linked to the rich.
For safety, the housekeeper sent out all his bodyguards, and two bulletproof SUVs protected the front and rear of the extended Lincoln.
This is very necessary in Gotham City, which has good security.
Not only that, he also put on his body armor silently.
While talking, the two of them inserted bulletproof metal inserts into their body armor and put on their tactical helmets.
Now, the bodyguards have been upgraded directly from ordinary close-fitting Kevlar body armor to "full armor".
Then……
If nothing else, there will be an accident.
Just as the convoy was driving past an abandoned factory, several heads suddenly popped out of the pile of scrap metal, and a few lights immediately lit up.
Louis was so frightened that his face turned pale, and while rushing towards Ange, he shouted in a changed voice: "Apiji——"