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Power stone, please
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"I learned a long time ago that there is something worse than missing the goal, and that's not pulling the trigger." —Mia Hamm
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It was the rainy season at this time, and small raindrops were floating in the sky, hitting pedestrians face-to-face, and the tide was pressing. The sky is always gloomy, with dark clouds covering Gotham City one after another. Looking up, the endless dark clouds seem to carry a thrilling sense of oppression.
Gotham citizens used their umbrellas on their daily trips, mixed with grievances from time to time, and cursed the hateful weather. The city of Gotham during the rainy season makes the citizens even more irritable. Every time in this kind of weather, the crime rate soars.
"This **** weather, you have to be fully armed every day to go out. It's really troublesome." The citizen who spoke quietly put his hand on the pistol on his waist, which made him feel at ease. Gotham in the rainy season really makes the weak people feel uneasy, they are very worried about the safety of their lives and property.
"Isn't it the same way year after year? What can I complain about." A homeless man trembled from the cold. It took him a lot of effort to light the waste in the broken oil barrel and burn it comfortably. He listened to the pedestrian's curse, grinned open his big yellow teeth, and let out an unpleasant laugh.
This is an elderly homeless man. The course of his life is the history of development and changes in Gotham City over the past few decades. He has experienced the age of horror in Falcone, witnessed the rise of the mystery of Xia Ying, and witnessed the fierce battle between the Dark Knight and the terrifying enemy named "Shadow Warrior Alliance". The city of Gotham, with a population of tens of millions, is shrouded in Under the shadow of the Dark Knight.
This old tramp is a living history of Gotham City.
The pedestrian looked at the time, thought about it, and leaned over to have a fire together. This ghostly weather really chilled him so hard that he almost lost consciousness when his hands and feet were cold. The tramp gestured to him and smiled at him. The pedestrian cursed again, handed over ten dollars, and the tramp happily took it, which made room for the pedestrian.
"The clothes are good!"
The pedestrian pushed the rain-fuzzy glasses, only to realize that the tramp in tattered clothes was actually wearing an expensive mink coat. Although the clothes were damaged in many places, it should be because the tramp had been wearing it for a long time. Pedestrians work in the Wayne Group and are a savvy person. His boss, Bruce Wayne, likes to wear this kind of clothes that cost thousands of dollars a piece. He is very stylish, and he can't afford the clothes at all.
The tramp added a handful of garbage to the broken oil drum as fuel. He was a little proud of hearing pedestrians talk about the clothes. This is one of the few glorious history in his life.
"I said this was given to me by Bruce Wayne. Believe it or not? That day was very similar to the current situation. It was also raining. Bruce Wayne came out of a noble restaurant with a bruised nose. Roasting fire—I didn't recognize Mr. Bruce at the time. He and we are two worlds, right? But when Bruce got fired, he gave me this piece of clothing as a reward, with a lot of tips."
The tramp gestured, recalling the scene happily, and he continued: "Then another day, that man appeared-the dark knight named'Batman', who traveled at night like a ghost. That day he Down with a criminal and gave me a thumbs up! He praised me and said, "The clothes are good!" How about it, can't believe it, Batman praised me too!"
The homeless man tightened his coat tightly, and a drop of rain fell on it. The homeless man hurriedly wiped it with his dark fingers, his expression distressed.
The pedestrian was a little suspicious. The clothes were given by his boss. He could barely believe that Bruce had always been so bohemian and had done all kinds of absurd things. This is exactly the same as Tony Stark in New York City. But what do you want to say that Batman praised his clothes? ! Ha ha ha... Do you treat me as a fool! That mysterious dark knight will always only appear where there are criminals. Where can there be time to talk to a tramp?
The citizens of Gotham City are proud to have Batman. On nights when Batman is infested, the citizens can always fall asleep peacefully. But various official agencies and dark forces bit their teeth with hatred. This big **** who doesn't know it is sabotaging their transactions time and time again. He sabotaged the gang's drug and weapon trade, sabotaged the bribery of public officials, and ruined the wealth of many people. , This beam is too big.
But so far no one can catch this guy, never.
"What? You don't believe it? What I said is true! I really spoke to the Dark Knight. Old Jack never lied, everyone knows!" The tramp became a little anxious, patted the oil drum angrily, blushing. Speak roughly. This is his most glorious history. Some people don't believe it? !
The homeless man grabbed the pedestrian, chattering. The black hand mixed with rain and sludge touched it, leaving a conspicuous handprint on the pedestrian's suit ~www.mtlnovel.com~ like a child's graffiti.
"Well, I believe, I believe!" The pedestrian raised his hands and surrendered with a look of disgust, "I believe in the head office, right? Compared to this, I am more concerned about Bruce. He is my food and clothing parent, Batman what Yes, it has nothing to do with me."
"Master Bruce... he's such a good man! We poor people rely on Master Bruce to survive! I heard that people from the Stark Group are here, and the two sides are going to exchange military technology..." The tramp stretched out. The voice, staring at the pedestrian meaningfully, a hand already stretched out, rubbing his index finger and thumb, making a money count.
The pedestrian glared at this little greedy homeless man, and left without looking back. Just kidding, he is an employee of Wayne Group! The Stark Group sent someone here, how could he not know? It's ridiculous! Anyway, he is already warm, and he has to hurry to go to work...
Behind, there was a sigh of regret from the tramp, and the pedestrian quickened his pace and walked faster. He didn't want to wait for a second in this place.
are both well-known giants in the world, and it is not uncommon for them to cooperate with each other. Moreover, the two are not in a competitive relationship. The Stark Group has focused on military industry for 50 years, while on the Wayne Enterprise side, high-tech is only part of its many industries, and its tentacles extend to all walks of life.
The officials of the Gotham City Department of Commerce and the CEO of Wayne Group have stood at the port early and waited. This kind of unconventional welcome behavior is not abrupt if it treats the Stark Group. The other party is no less than their own giant, trillions of dollars. Group Stark!
When the two giants cooperate, the benefits involved are too great, and the people in Gotham City do not pay attention to it. This is likely to create tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of jobs.