The correct way to attack the villain

When an employee is late for work due to two accidents within a month, the most serious consequence he faces is the loss of generous full attendance and a certain percentage of wages deducted, but when an intern employee is late twice in a row, especially this It was just that he went to work the next day, so what was waiting for him was probably a dismissal letter stamped with the red stamp of Wayne Group.

For example, the one in Song Mo's hand.

Gotham is getting colder and colder now, Song Mo is holding his few office supplies and standing in front of the gate of Wayne Group, holding a dismissal letter in his hand, looking into the distance: "I probably can't find it in the whole Gotham." Second better job than financial accounting at Wayne Group."

Bangya couldn't help comforting him: "Don't think so badly, Captain, maybe things have a little turn for the better."

Song Mo's face was expressionless: "What's the turning point?"

Bangya: "For example, if you report this matter to the superior of the Minister of Personnel Department, maybe they think that your work ability is outstanding and they can't bear to recruit you back, maybe—"

Song Mo: "After I was dressed in women's clothing and pointed the gun at the superior of the Minister of Personnel Department and threatened him?"

Bangya: "The whole Gotham Recruitment Network is covering regionally, and we are searching for suitable jobs for you, loading—"

Song Mo sniffed, and looked down at the salary card that was handed over to him along with the dismissal letter.

When the person in charge handed it over to him, he said that it included the salary he had allocated yesterday according to his workload, which he deserved according to the special regulations of the Finance Department, although the amount was probably pitifully small.

Song Mo thought of the same beggar's expression when that person handed him the card, and he had a strong urge to throw the salary card into the trash can.

After thinking about it, he put the card back into his pocket.

No one has trouble with money.

The brown-haired young man in a formal suit was holding a briefcase and standing on the side of the road waiting for the bus. His brown hair was disheveled, and his blue eyes were misted by the dry cold wind. Poor stay.

"This is the company's personnel planning budget report for the second half of the year, and the company's financial investment projects this year. Lake Pharmaceuticals—boss?"

"Mr. Bruce?"

Bruce Wayne came back to his senses, looked away from the window, apologized calmly, and motioned Laura to continue.

Laura then prepared her words, and was about to continue when she was interrupted by her boss.

It can be seen that he hesitated about the question he was about to ask, because after reaching out to interrupt Laura, he thought for a long time before finally speaking: "The tax accountant who was just fired in your finance department this morning, give me his address. "

Laura was stunned for a moment, and didn't even realize the reason why their boss asked this question. She subconsciously said, "You can find it on the company's intranet."

Bruce reported a string of place names without looking at the screen: "10881 Malibu Port, area code 90265."

Laura: "What?"

Bruce stood up straight and put his hands on the desk: "So you want to tell me that he lives on the sea next to Iron Man?"

Laura was stunned for a little longer this time, and then broke out in a cold sweat: "Sorry, boss, the interview was conducted by personnel, and I don't know what's going on..."

Bruce didn't say anything more. After Laura left the office in fear, he glanced out of the window again. There was no sign of that person beside the road with endless traffic.

It is impossible for ordinary people to be hired into Wayne Group with a fake phone number and fake home address. At least in terms of security system, even the police department in Gotham cannot be as perfect as Wayne Group, but if the other party If it's a clown-

If he didn't hack into the system and change the address to the Sahara Desert, he would think highly of the company's network security officers.

"Could I trouble you to go to the People's Bank of China?"

The face of the old housekeeper suddenly popped up on the display screen, and Alfred said helplessly: "As the full heir of your estate, I have to remind you that your workload this month is equivalent to the workload of the small employees who were dismissed by you in a day. It's almost there."

After finishing speaking, the old housekeeper emphasized one sentence emphatically.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bruce."

Bruce had to put away all his thoughts: "...no problem."

In front of the ATM of the People's Bank of China.

Song Mo opened his eyes slightly as he looked at the three-digit salary in the salary card.

He couldn't believe it: "Is this the kindness of capitalists?"

Bangya: "Probably."

Song Mo: "I think I'm a little bit eager to try your proposal to ask the boss for mercy."

He moved his finger and pressed the cash withdrawal button, but the next moment he heard not the beautiful sound of the cash machine spitting out banknotes, but the piercing beeping sound.

There is a row of red text prompts on the display that this salary card has been frozen.

Song Mo took a deep breath, and smiled at his reflection on the cash machine.

"Lu Xun said something, Bangya."

"Kindness is something God has, but capitalists don't."

Bangya: "Lu Xun never said that."

Walking out of the People's Bank of China, a family of three walked in front of them. The parents surrounded the fat son who looked seventeen or eighteen years old and were discussing how to celebrate his birthday for a while. The atmosphere was very happy.Song Mo watched their family pass him by, and couldn't help but said: "Bangya, you said that I, as the worst villain in Gotham, am not doing a little bit badly?"

Bangya froze for a moment.

Looking at Song Mo's calm expression, he didn't know what to say for a while.

Until his detection engine detected an abnormal energy fluctuation.

"A large-scale energy riot has been detected, Captain, there is danger—"

As soon as the voice fell, a violent explosion sounded from the block 300 meters away. Immediately afterwards, the sound of splashing gravel was covered by screams one after another, mixed with the sound of tiny flesh and blood being blasted, and a hot wind with a strong smell of blood Come on.

Song Mo turned his head, looked at the blazing fire after the explosion, and licked the corners of his mouth: "Penguin? Mr. Explosion? The clock monster? How many villains in Gotham are keen on explosions? Except for me, it can't be a scarecrow, right?" .”

As soon as the voice fell, there was another deafening explosion, and this time the explosion was obviously closer.

"Captain, the range of bomb planting is the entire block!"

Song Mo's expression didn't change: "How long will it take to get here?"

"No more than 3 minutes!"

The explosion is now at the end of the street. Some time ago, because of the killer moth's crime, it was blocked by the Gotham police, so the explosion just now should fortunately not cause a large number of casualties.

But it will be different after the whole block is blown up.

Without any precautions, no matter how skilled the escape business is, it is impossible to escape the violent explosions that follow one after another.

Casualties do not need to be expected to know that it will reach a very terrible number.

Song Mo narrowed his eyes, turned around and walked slowly in the opposite direction. Following the explosion, the chaos factor that could not help but spread all over his body began to cause trouble again. Bangya could only hear his captain sighing in a familiar strange voice He said: "The people of Gotham are really troubled."

Obviously, Bunya didn't think his captain would care about it.

As one of Gotham's highest-ranking villains to a certain extent, the bottom line of the second-generation clown is not to kill indiscriminately. In the realm of meddling, they are vastly different.

One is the people's vigilante who is brave enough to see justice, and the other is a small citizen of Gotham who has nothing to do with himself.

However, when he turned around and did not take two steps, Song Mo's footsteps stopped.

His voice sounded a little excited, which was caused by those explosions, and he tried to suppress it, so his tone became strange: "Hey, Bangya, look whose car it is?"

Obliquely to the side of the People's Bank of China, Bangya looked at the super expensive sports car, and the database subconsciously started to connect to Google and run wildly.

"Mercedes-Benz AMG Vision GranTurismo is a brand new sports car with front and rear drive. The name is really long. It is the only limited edition in the world. The owner is—"

Song Mo grinned: "Bruce Wayne."

The Gotham Police Department received the news one second after the explosion. It came from their good partner Batman. Chief Gordon and the Fire Department dispatched all the police forces to try to prevent this terrorist attack that was about to sweep the entire commercial street. .

There is simply not enough time.

"This is definitely a conspiracy that has been planned for a long time." Alfred's voice came from the communicator, "Unless we dig 2 meters below the ground within 20 minutes and find a fluid explosive the size of a fly in the soil and destroy their Connect the wires, or your luck can support you to find the main part among the sixty wires and cut the connection, otherwise no one can prevent this explosion."

"Sir, Digger 3 has entered the preparatory airdrop mode, and it will take you unscathed—"

As if he didn't hear the old butler's words, Bruce Wayne pressed another button on the communicator: "computer."

Another electronic tone soon sounded from the communicator: "Computer No. [-] has successfully started, waiting for instructions."

Bruce Wayne: "In 30 seconds, I'm going to see my Batmobile at the highway exit leading to the Batcave in the block."

In the Batcave, Alfred watched Bruce quickly take off his suit jacket and rush to the center of the explosion. The muscles in the suit shirt had already begun to tighten, revealing clear lines.

Alfred could only comfort himself.

This definitely isn't the closest Batman has come to dying.

"The Batmobile arrives at the destination and completes the control mode docking 50 meters ahead."

The sound of the explosion restarted after a 30-second pause, bringing a new wave of eardrum-piercing screams, and the crowd around him quickly faded away, making him the only person who ran in.

But now no one can notice this.

Bruce walked into the corridor, here is a shortcut, as long as he walks through this corner and puts on the bat suit, he is at least 80.00% sure to clean up the sixty fluid bombs.

In the way that personal safety was never a consideration.

The only requirement is that there be no other people in this corridor, and so far there is no one around, which is the perfect uncertainty in the plan.

Then Bruce Wayne turned around.

Then he stopped abruptly.

Around the corner, in the closed iron door ten meters directly opposite was his Batmobile.But in front of him, at a distance of ten centimeters, stood a quiet brown-headed melon.

"Hi, Mr. Wayne, we meet again~"

The familiar voice that always accompanies the bad news, and the innocent and pitiful blue eyes no matter what.

Rao is well-bred like him, and now he wants to swear a bad word.