Chapter 680 What does the matter of Batman have to do with me, Bruce Wayne
Rooftop of unfinished building!
The cat was lying on the beach chair and sleeping soundly. The sleeping position was very inelegant, weak and boneless, and lay like liquid.
To put it simply, this cat is flat when sleeping and sometimes drips off the beach chair like water.
The reason for being sleepy is that this cat is not a good cat. He works day and night and has to look around Shu. Even with Russell, a man who is willing to spend a lot of money and provide good food and drink, he is still not satisfied. He went crazy at a wild woman's house last night.
We stayed overnight and staggered home at dawn, dragging our exhausted body.
Knowing that the cat had extraordinary abilities, Russell specifically checked the relevant information and determined that it was a ruthless Egyptian cat.
The whole body is gray, with leopard-like markings on its hair. It is medium-sized and belongs to the spotted tabby species. Because of the naturally formed spotted patterns, this cat species is known as the ‘mini leopard’.
The most amazing thing is that between the eyebrows on its forehead, there is a pattern that looks like a scarab.
Russell didn't know much about cats, and he didn't have high requirements. Just being able to pet him was fine, but he had to admit that in terms of appearance, this Egyptian cat was very marketable. If he waved, a bunch of poop-shoveling cats would come up to him and lick their faces.
At this time, the sun was shining brightly. Russell was wearing a floral shirt and beach pants, sitting under an umbrella and fanning himself.
It was impossible to fan an Egyptian cat. The free-spirited guy smelled like a wild woman, so Russell decided to dry it for four or five hours and wait for the anger to subside before he could forgive it.
When he fans himself, he is having a barbecue!
The big gold chain was too tacky and gave him the look of a nouveau riche, which was not in line with his refined and elegant attitude towards life. Therefore, although he wore sunglasses and a barbecue, what hung around his neck was a star sapphire cross necklace.
This is very elegant and low-key!
The rooftop door was pushed open, and the new assistant with a very deep career line trotted to Russell: "Boss, there is a distinguished guest who came to visit. He is waiting in the office and wants to meet you."
Russell turned over the barbecue and raised his eyebrows: "Dear guest! How expensive is it?"
"The very expensive one, probably the most expensive in Gotham."
"Oh, let him come up, I'm too lazy to go down."
The assistant said: "But... boss, he is Bruce Wayne, the chairman of Wayne Group. I think it would be better for you to go to the office to meet him in person."
Russell stopped what he was doing, pulled up his sunglasses, looked up at the female assistant, and found that he couldn't see his face. He leaned back and his vision became clearer.
The assistant felt uncomfortable with Russell's eyes and stammered: "Boss, is there something wrong?"
"It's not inappropriate, it's very inappropriate! You take my salary, but you turn your elbow towards the chairman of Wayne Group. Tell me, what do I need you for?"
Russell sounded dissatisfied: "You don't have to come to work tomorrow, go report to Wayne Group!"
"But...but boss, today is my first day at work!"
The female assistant looked confused. What happened? Why did she suddenly lose her job? Could it be that her career line was not arranged?
Bang!
The door to the rooftop was pushed open again, and Bruce's face was like spring breeze, with a bright smile: "Russell, my old friend, what made you so angry, can you tell me?"
"Bruce, why are you here? Really, you came just when you said you wanted to, without giving any notice in advance." Russell dropped the fan, stood up with a smile, and stepped forward to give Bruce a firm hug.
Reunion after a long separation is always a touching moment. The two laughed and slapped their old friend on the back as hard as they could, unable to express how happy they were.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang—
After patting and patting, Bruce couldn't stand it anymore. He was about to cough up blood. He pushed Russell away hard, took a breath and said with a smile: "Man, why are you angry? Did I make your assistant difficult?"
"Yeah, she said you were waiting for me in the office, and she also suggested that I go down to meet you in person. Look at what she said, she doesn't understand the relationship between us at all." Russell pulled Bruce and the two sat across from each other by the barbecue.
On the phone, he complained: "She takes my salary, but she puts you first. When I saw her licking you like this, I was so angry that I asked her to go to work at Wayne Group tomorrow."
"Don't take it to heart about small things."
Bruce smiled heartily, turned to look at the female assistant, and found that he couldn't see her face. He leaned back and saw clearly. He handed over a business card: "Go to the Wayne Group Human Resources Department tomorrow and give me my name. They will arrange it for you."
Suitable position."
"Thank you, Mr. Wayne."
The assistant bent down, paused for a second, took the business card with both hands, and then left the rooftop with a bright smile.
As for former boss Russell, the female assistant said she no longer remembers who he is.
Seeing this, Russell rolled his eyes and said angrily: "Bruce, what are you doing here as a playboy? Let's talk about it first. If it's a party with basically no clothes on, I've already given up."
"Man, I heard that your piece of shit was reheated and became stinky again, so I came here to visit you. But your attitude is so speechless. Is it because I don't wear a white flower on my chest?"
Bruce is pleasant-looking and always adheres to the Wayne family's principle of treating others with courtesy.
"Don't say that. If I hadn't been in a good mood last night, I should be the one wearing white flowers and singing and dancing at the grave today!" Russell smiled slightly, picked up a medium-cooked meat skewer from the grill, and handed it to Bruce.
passed.
Bruce took the meat skewers, put them on the grill, opened a bottle of beer, and drank freely: "It's impressive. You have changed a lot. I thought you would deny it directly."
"The mask is not used to protect yourself, but to protect the people around you. Unfortunately, there is no one around me. Admitting or denying it is the same." Russell said something that only two people could understand.
"Then I'll get down to business..."
Bruce put away his cynical face and said coldly: "Deathstroke, what are you going to do? And where did you get the power from?"
"Bruce, since you've changed into Batman's vest, shouldn't you also change your voice? Use that kind of voice... I don't know what you're talking about without reading the subtitles."
Russell said, picked up a skewer of barbecue, and said while eating: "Beat Zombie Sauce, shut up the dwarf Bateman!"
"..."
Bruce said nothing and had no sense of humor. Russell shrugged: "You are too boring. Heroes walking in the darkness should smile more. Believe me, if you carry out justice with a smile on your face, you will protect the criminals."
They don’t dare to go out at night.”
"Answer my question, where did you get your power?"
"Where else can I start? Of course it's me!"
Bruce said disdainfully: "Haha, just because of your piece of shit?"
Russell responded with disdain: "Don't look down on others. You are a piece of shit during the day. It's not your privilege to pretend to be stupid. I can do it too."
No, you are not pretending, you are a real idiot!
The two looked at each other, and Russell sensed Bruce's contempt. He snorted and led him away from the rooftop and to his gym.
Russell pointed to the scrapped vertical propulsion glider in the corner: "Whether you believe it or not, I built this machine myself."
"In this gym? Where are the tools? Don't tell me, you use a hammer?"
"Looking at how big your forehead is, and your hairline is starting to struggle, you are really smart..."
Russell said, picked up the newly bought hammer and walked forward, banging it wildly. While Bruce was stunned, he smashed the scrapped glider until it was as good as new.
"Is this your ability?"
Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and suppressed the fear in his heart. His money-making ability was already very unreasonable, but compared with Russell, it was nothing to mention.
"Okay, Batman, do you have any questions? If not, turn right ahead and I won't send you away."
Bruce said coldly: "Whether you really want to be a superhero or not, let me warn you first. If you dare to act recklessly in Gotham, I will make you pay the price, because I am..."
"Because you are Bateman!"
Russell rushed to answer, leaving Bruce speechless, and continued: "I understand what you mean, after all, Gotham is bombing again, and it can't withstand too much trouble."
"As long as you understand."
Russell said seriously: "Believe me, my dream since I was a child is to become a superhero, always fighting crime and safeguarding justice and peace. My childhood dream has supported my efforts until now. I can honestly say that I am a good person.
I have never done anything illegal or disciplinary."
"Huh, the loan shark you control doesn't think so."
Russell raised his brows: "Why, Batman, who is overflowing with justice, wants to seek justice for loan sharks?"
"I'm not that bored."
Bruce is indeed not that holy. He is a dark knight, different from a positive and sunny superhero, but he is not an anti-hero with extreme methods. The loan shark businessman is not within his bottom line.
"In that case, let's end this unpleasant exchange!" Russell raised his hand and pointed: "Turn right ahead and there is the door. If you don't leave, I will let you leave manually."
"Batman and Deathstroke really have nothing to talk about, but..." Bruce turned coldly and turned into a brainless rich second generation: "But Bruce Wayne and Russell still have a debt dispute that needs to be dealt with."
Bruce didn't believe a word of Russell's lies. Even if he believed it, the corresponding emergency measures would continue to be implemented.
However, now he still has a very difficult matter to deal with. The photos in Russell's hands, hundreds of pieces of black history, must be destroyed as soon as possible.
"Debt dispute..."
Russell pursed his lips and was about to explain something when a stack of loan contracts for a total of 50 million US dollars was slapped on his face, which made his face turn blue.
Russell was not unprepared at all. He dug a hole last night: "As for the debt, my vertical propulsion glider is worth US$200 million. How should this account be calculated?"
Bruce chuckled: "Batman broke it. He's gone. Now I'm Bruce Wayne. It's useless to talk to me."
The implication is that Batman's affairs have nothing to do with him, Bruce Wayne. Batman destroyed the glider and should seek compensation from Batman.
Russell's eyes were unkind: "According to what you say, Deathstroke posting Batman's jade photo on the Internet tonight has nothing to do with me, Russell!"
"..."x2
The scene became solemn in an instant. Without a word, Bruce stood up in a cold voice and walked towards the door.
"As for the debt issue, I will let the lawyer come to talk to you. Be mentally prepared and wait for the court summons! If you can't afford the compensation, this building will be placed under my name. As for you... leave Gotham right now
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Looking at Bruce's leaving figure, Russell shook his head repeatedly: "The Joker is right, Batman has schizophrenia and should move into Arkham."
Thirty seconds later, he clapped his hands and hurriedly checked the room. With Batman's sinister intentions, he must have left something in the room.