Reyes was very worried because Director George didn't think of any good ideas after a long silence. He said in a deep voice: "We have to prepare for the worst, you know, a man in a steel mecha.
Man, our Queens Police Department doesn't have the strength to do anything to him, and maybe having him around isn't a bad thing."
"But Bullseye's head is my credit..." Reyes was unwilling to just hand over the trophy.
"Reyes, Bullseye, you didn't commit suicide yourself...then...it also belongs to an ownerless thing, right?" George held his chin with his hands, and there was a cold light in his dark pupils.
Reyes's expression changed, and he finally chose to compromise. Just like countless compromises, he finally got an iron job and a chance to rise...
"Yes, I understand, Director."
"Very good." George nodded.
There is only such a reassuring character in the police station... George believes that Reyes will handle this matter beautifully as usual.
As for Reyes's negative emotions, George didn't care about them. Guys who often let such emotions go are either homeless people on the street, unstable gangsters, or those who do seven things all day long.
Goba calls himself a hero of justice.
In short, George regards these as odds and ends in the garbage. If Reyes does not know how to control her emotions, then what awaits her will be to pack up her luggage and leave. There is no second possibility at all.
In the afternoon, George called Gwen. There was a buzzing sound from Gwen's side, and he asked: "Gwen, have you had lunch? Why is it so noisy over there?" p>
"I just ate it, and now... I'm working on a voice device..."
Knowing that Gwen was busy, George didn't bother her too much. He asked for a few words of concern, then hung up the phone and made tea leisurely.
As for Gwen, the "research" is at a critical juncture.
Scientific researchers came and went one after another, pointing at the data screens of various machines, sometimes writing and drawing in notebooks with black pens, and whispering.
"This coordinate is near the Otto Group in Queens..."
"There is also this coordinate, near Queen's Square..."
One place name after another echoed in the scientific research room, and Bruce, who was standing at the top, looked increasingly uglier: "So, can you determine where the center of the bomb control is?"
"Latitude...longitude...near No. 65 in the West District of Hell's Kitchen..." The scientific researcher raised his glasses.
Hell's Kitchen West No. 65...
As expected, Jin was right near the bomb control center...
Bruce heard this and hurriedly left the scientific research room. Gwen saw this and said: "Bruce, what are you going to do?"
Bruce's current state is very wrong, and after a few hours of adaptation, Gwen already knows that what they are doing is to locate a control center with explosives all over Queens.
Looking at Bruce's posture, Gwen wouldn't believe it if he said he wasn't going to the control center.
Jessica also followed and said softly: "What are you going to do? Take me with you."
Bruce turned back and glanced coldly: "Get out."
Jessica looked suffocated.
Bruce suddenly felt comfortable all over, and his steps seemed to become more powerful. He came to a remote storage room and used his voice to unlock the external protection facilities of the warehouse.
As the machine rotated, a complete set of Batman uniforms suddenly appeared in front of Bruce's eyes. The black uniform had a hint of sparkle and sparkle, and the most eye-catching ones were undoubtedly the two
Black ears that stand upright.
Bruce nodded with satisfaction: "Bat? Batman, very good, very good, let's take your first step, Batman."
Soon after, a helicopter flew away from the rooftop of the Wayne Group building, targeting Hell's Kitchen in Gotham City.
Gwen looked nervously at the helicopter with its propellers beating in mid-air, and suddenly remembered what Robert had told him - if there are any scientific research results, remember to inform him.
Gwen picked up the phone and dialed Robert's number. Robert's voice on the other end of the phone was a little hoarse: "Robert, something happened with Bruce... Didn't you say before that I would tell you as soon as there were research results? Bruce now
A bomb control center has been located. The control center of those bombs is at No. 65, West End, Hell's Kitchen. What to do now? Bruce has already flown the helicopter there?!"
There was a strange silence on the other end of the conversation, and the words in response had nothing to do with the matter: "I see...Has Peter ever gone to see you..."
Gwen's heart skipped a beat: "What happened to him?"
"That's right, do you know where he is? If you know where he is, please tell me, his birthday party will be held soon."
Gwen said: "Peter did look for me, but I don't know where Peter is, and..."
"Wasn't Peter's birthday party already held on August 10th?"
"What did you say?" Robert's tone was obviously higher.
When Gwen wanted to say something else, Robert had already hung up the phone.
"Peter's birthday is August 10th...then what are we gathering here for now?"
Robert squinted his eyes, looking past the Electro-Expressor Ax and Doctor Octopus Otto, and focused on Uncle Ben, who was still there.
Uncle Ben smiled and said: "November 3rd, this is your birthday, Robert's birthday."
Robert's mood, which was about to get angry, suddenly stopped.
My...birthday?
When is Robert's birthday?
Today is his birthday.
That's right, November 3rd is his, Robert's birthday.
When Robert came out of his memories, Otto held up the huge Federation captain cake and said with a smile: "Robert, it seems we want to wish you a happy birthday."
Ax's eyes flashed: "Happy birthday, Mr. Robert."
The students invited by the class were a little surprised when they heard that it was Robert's birthday, not Peter's, but then they were relieved.
They all congratulated: "Rob, happy birthday."
"Happy birthday."
Looking at the beautiful female classmates who were looking at each other with meaningful glances, Robert's temples bulged and then calmed down. He stood up expressionlessly and said, "I'll excuse you for a moment."
He turned and left.
Uncle Ben's voice echoed from behind: "Robert, the scenery in Gotham is still pretty good..."
Robert shook his head and laughed, with disdain in his heart. The scenery in Gotham is good, but it depends on whether you are alive to see it.
As for this birthday party, it was a hell of a birthday party. When Robert saw the chocolate federation captain standing on the cake, giving a thumbs up, and then putting on a "you are good" expression, he shook his head and sneered. p>
He grabbed his bag and walked towards the alley. He planned to walk to the main road and take a taxi directly through Nishizawa City to the countryside. With 33 million federal dollars, he could do whatever he wanted.
Buy a large piece of land on the "Zhonghai" side, become a big landowner, and travel freely without any danger.