What bad intentions could Batman have?.

The corridors were full of people.

The two policemen deliberately carried Mr. Blair's arms, which were obviously broken, and carried him out. His screams echoed throughout the corridor. It's not Mr Blair's fault for being weak-willed. Both of his arms were nearly torn from his body.

Then there was the sound of a helicopter landing. Many students stuck their heads out of the classroom windows and talked about the landing plane.

"Oh my God! That helicopter is pure gold."

"Wait a minute, this plane isn't made of pure gold, is it?"

"Is that Mr. Bruce Wayne's car? I thought it was outrageous that he left school in a gold stretch Lincoln."

"What, isn't that rich man already gone?

All in all, thanks to that helicopter, no one or teacher was in the mood to teach due to the huge noise and luxurious configuration.

It was under such circumstances that Billy Batson walked down the corridor with Chen Tao.

"Oh my God, this is so cool!"

He whispered to Chen Tao: "I don't know how many times I have said this, but we will leave on this helicopter later, right?"

"Ah."

"Okay, I have to admit, it's very exaggerated, Mr. Wayne."

Billy's adoptive father Victor said dullly from behind:

"I thought 'let's find a place to talk' meant going to the rooftop to chat together, rather than getting on a pure gold plane and flying directly to the sky to chat in front of everyone."

The middle-aged man wearing glasses shook his head: "This is too...scaring for me."

"This is a Sikorsky S-92."

Chen Tao told them: "And it's not pure gold, but gold-plated."

"It's the same to me anyway." Billy said enthusiastically: "We are going to walk into this helicopter parked on the playground in full view of everyone later, right, with you?"

Overly excited, he ran to the back door of a nearby classroom and quietly observed the scene inside through the circular glass above. All the students were lying by the window, waiting to see the helicopter take off. The whole school People are waiting.

Just thinking about it made Billy tremble with excitement.

Perhaps every adolescent boy has fantasized about this scene:

On a calm and boring everyday afternoon, the school was holding a sports meeting or some other messy event.

People focus on the guys who are famous, like the varsity cheerleaders and football players. In the whole school, he was just an unknown little transparent person, quietly hiding in the corner eating a sandwich or a burger.

But at this moment, a helicopter suddenly stopped on the playground, interrupting the sports meeting.

A group of burly men came down from above, wearing suits and ties. Everyone was wearing black sunglasses and speaking with a strong Texas accent. Then they came to him and said to him:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Batson, but your leave is over. Your country is calling you, your destiny is calling you, and your mission to save the world is calling you."

Then they gave him that kind of superhero-like cape, put on his fucking sunglasses, and he walked in crazy cool steps, waving his sleeves and flicking the cape, without taking away any clouds. , boarded the helicopter with an indifferent expression, leaving only the other idiots in the school messy in the wind on the playground.

Although now in the corridor, Billy was already spinning like a top.

"Walk well." He heard his adoptive father croaking next to him, but he didn't even bother to retort.

He did two somersaults directly - it was a real front somersault. If possible, Billy even wanted to roll to the end of the corridor, but his physical fitness could not support it, so he stopped, and then jumped to the next one. On top of the fire box, he shouted to his adoptive father:

"Come on, Old man, we have a lot to do!"

He had his hands on his waist, as if there was a non-existent cloak blowing in the wind behind him:

"This is simply the best thing in my life..."

"Oh my god, shut up!"

Chen Tao pounced and pushed him to the ground, covering his mouth with all his strength.

"If you say anything like that, you'll get killed!"

"Woooooooo..."

Billy was pinned to the ground and kept struggling, but still had a silly smile on his face.

So in the end, Billy was not able to drag his cool cock into the helicopter as he imagined. Instead, he was forcibly carried by Chen Tao and carried in like a little chicken.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz…

The helicopter rose slowly, and the wind pressure from the propellers caused ripples on the grass.

"Oh, welcome to the Fiji Vacation Helicopter."

As soon as he got on the plane, Billy saw the pilot's head displayed on the screen next to him: "I am your captain, Alfred Pennyworth. I wish you gentlemen a happy journey."

Chen Tao scratched his head beside him: "I never knew that the current name of my plane is actually 'Fiji Holiday'."

He said with some hesitation: "I remember that I seemed to have named this plane 'The Dawn of Justice...'"

But halfway through his words, he met Alfred's disapproving eyes.

"Okay, now it's called Fiji Vacation." Chen Tao nodded immediately.

"So, what's going on with all this..."

Victor Vasquez, Billy Batson's adoptive father, looked down from the window and felt that his legs were a little weak and a little cramped.

The decoration here is so luxurious, with animal furs and various gold ornaments everywhere.

What, some people say gold is too vulgar?

But it would be nice if gold was everywhere. Look at the various gems dotted here...

Chen Tao took a breath.

"Alfred...I remember our planes weren't that outrageous before."

He said: "I obviously prepared a lot of weapons here, and -"

He lifted up the cushion under his butt:

"I remember I hid a piece of krypton here..."

"I've packed away all those useless things, Mr. Wayne."

Alfred's voice came from the front: "After all, you are going on vacation, not to fight. A qualified vacation plane needs a luxurious enough interior lining."

Chen Tao held his forehead and decided not to dwell on this issue anymore.

He turned his head, ignoring Billy who was rubbing his face against the gem like a stupid monkey, and returned his attention to his adoptive father.

"Ahem, uh... Mr. Victor Vasquez, right? Regarding Billy, I think it's better for him to tell you himself."

Then he turned his head, stretched out his hand naturally, and gave Billy, who was still looking around, a shudder: "Stop looking, show it to your dad quickly..."

"Oh, OK, Mr. Wayne, Mr. Sha..."