The correct way to attack the villain

A luxurious midnight dinner, a group of rich businessmen from Gotham gathered together with their female companions, dressed in suits and bow ties, and looked like dogs, as if there was an extra wall to isolate the sensual places outside. This is still the high-end, western-style upper class Same.

"You are impressive, at least in appearance."

The lady in the white low-cut evening dress took the man's arm and snuggled up to the male partner like every female partner: "If those people were replaced by guns pointed at their stomachs, they would probably jump up on the spot in fear."

Bruce looked straight ahead, his tall figure made the strange lady beside him, who was not considered short, very cute: "So that's why you came to me?"

"Of course, I don't want to find a partner with a brain full of stupidity."

When Song Mo said this, he turned around and stared at the man's side face, but apart from his formulaic faint smile, he could only see his wide chin.

"That's a threat, not a cooperation, ma'am."

"The process doesn't matter, the result is the most important, sir, I can help you, I know—"

At this moment, the waiter was holding the tray and the two glasses of champagne on it. When the two of them passed by, they stopped and bent over. Song Mo shut his mouth in time.

He picked up a glass of champagne from the tray, left a formulaic smile, and waited for the waiter to walk away before speaking again: "I know where the operation core of the Lex underground union is, and that is also my destination."

Bruce frowned.

The operation core of Lex's underground union, this is indeed the purpose of his trip.

About a month ago, Alfred noticed through the huge sonar information network of the Batcave that the Lex Group was silently permeating Gotham's ambitions.In the beginning, it was just an inconspicuous underground clubhouse, and in just one month, the sphere of influence of this underground clubhouse even reached the outskirts of Arkham.

No one would believe that a rich man suddenly shifted the focus of his career in the Metropolis to Gotham to do underground work just for money. They have a lot of conjectures, but they lack evidence to confirm these conjectures.

So when he received the invitation letter for this dinner, Bruce chose to go to the appointment.

Just before he took action, he encountered a small accident.

"Go straight, go through that door, and walk through the elevator. The operation corridor is on the next floor, but I think you'd better cut off the power supply of the underground clubhouse before you act."

"Their operation corridor is full of military guards from Stryker troops. My purpose is to cut off their core power supply. You have about 30 seconds to do anything before they activate the reserve power supply."

Alfred's deep voice and the woman's voice sounded in the earphone at the same time, Bruce turned his face, just in time the girl was also looking at him, so close that the other party's chin could rest on his shoulder if he moved a little further forward.

"Hey, Mr. Wayne!"

The host of the dinner was a middle-aged man with a beer belly in the Mediterranean. Obviously, he found this rich man who was quietly hiding in the crowd, and he was unwilling to give up this opportunity to chat. Hearing the same, he shouted again: "Wait, Mr. Wayne!"

Song Mo looked at the fleshy ball that was getting closer and closer, put his feet on his feet and leaned closer to the other party's ear and said, "And all you have to do is declare to the outside world that I am your female companion."

After finishing speaking, the middle-aged man finally came in front of the two of them: "I'm really surprised that you came, I mean, you are very welcome here, anytime, my boss Lex has always wanted to meet you, he always said that you are here We can do something big together—well, this is your girlfriend?"

Bruce glanced over.

The tall girl held his arm obediently, and held the glass of champagne in the other hand. It seemed that she was a little embarrassed on this occasion for the first time. She smiled and nodded to the organizer, then lowered her eyes again. , the long eyelashes cast a silhouette, and the blue eyes below looked at the toe of the shoe uneasily.

Simply—if you hadn't seen the arrogant look in the other party's eyes when he threatened you with a gun, anyone would be easily deceived.

Bruce withdrew his gaze and said with a light smile, "Yes."

"Oh, she's beautiful. Here's my card, Mr. Bruce."

The big hand with strong bones took the exaggerated bronzing business card, and the middle-aged man relaxed as if he had completed a task. He smiled and said, "You probably have other things, so I won't bother you. Have fun, sir."

After speaking, he squeezed away the people on the dance floor and returned to his original seat like he came.

"Cassidy Witwer, a senior official of the Lex Group."

Song Mo still lowered his eyes, his voice was covered by the melodious minuet music on the dance floor, and he only kept it at a level enough for the two of them to hear clearly: "There is nothing worth caring about. You should know where the operation corridor is going?"

Bruce didn't speak, and walked forward in silence, with a strong purpose in his steps.

The two walked across the dance floor hand in hand, and when they were about to reach the door, another waiter came out of it, stunned for a moment when he saw Bruce Wayne, and then said: "Sorry, sir, it's the backstage of work inside, You can't go in."

As soon as the words fell, there was a short exclamation in the ear. Mr. Wayne's lady seemed to trip over something, and she lost her balance and fell directly on the man. Suit.

"Sorry, sorry, why was I so careless, God..."

The lady panicked and picked up the white cloth draped over the waiter's shoulders to wipe the champagne on the man's body, and then looked at the waiter: "It's really rude, I have to, I have to-do you have any detergent?"

The waiter seemed taken aback too, but due to the rules, he still couldn't let them in alone, so he hurriedly said, "Yes, I'll take you there."

So, Bruce Wayne pulled his female partner and left the scene in a low-key way. This seemed to be just an accidental episode, except for the carelessness of Bruce Wayne's female partner, and made some women say "How could Bruce put such a Women brought to the banquet", there will be no impact, and the banquet will resume its excitement.

Compared with the splendor of the banquet, the backstage looked a little dimly lit. The waiter led the two of them into a shabby little room, turned around and searched in the utility room: "Wait a minute, I'll find it for you."

"Okay, don't worry."

After leaving the sight of everyone, the lady in a white dress raised her head, took out a cylindrical object as thick as a little finger from the low-cut neckline, and opened the cover to reveal the half-centimeter needle wrapped inside.

"That's it!"

The waiter found the bottle of cleaner for suits, and when he turned around, he found that the lady had already walked in front of him. He was startled again, and couldn't help but take a step back: "What, what's wrong?"

Song Mo: "It's nothing, where is my detergent?"

The waiter handed over the brand new bottle: "Here you are."

Song Mo took it with one hand, and then stuck the thing in the waiter's palm under the other's nose.

The sting was so slight that it could be ignored, and the waiter blinked: "What is this?"

Song Mo smiled: "Anaesthetic."

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and before his brain realized what this sentence meant, he rolled his eyes and passed out.

Song Mo turned around and lifted his collar: "Okay, we have to hurry up, my friend is still—"

Halfway through the speech, he paused.

Bruce Wayne stood where he was, with a crescent-shaped flesh-colored chest patch lying quietly in front of his leather shoes.

"Oh." Song Mo picked up the chest patch expressionlessly, stuffed it back into his pure white low-cut evening dress as if nothing had happened, and used his hands to straighten his chest, "Did it accidentally fall out when taking out the anesthetic just now?"

Bruce: "...um."

Scott, who had been watching the live broadcast on the light screen a few hundred meters away: "..."