[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

Pedestrians gathered together, watching Superman tie the group of people into a ball, then looked up in a certain direction, and walked over.Coincidentally, when Superman passed by, the pedestrians gave up their seats. Some people picked up their mobile phones to take pictures, and some called and excitedly shared with others that they saw Superman. Their eyes fell on Superman and looked at him. Go to the hostages who came out of the two cars earlier.

Superman stopped, still holding the rope in his hand. Behind the rope was naturally the group of robbers. The hostages who were in danger of life showed hatred when they looked at the robbers, and full of gratitude when they looked at Superman.

"The police are coming soon," said Superman, his voice low. "You're safe."

He looked around at these people, his eyes finally fell on Brody, and he nodded slightly at him, as if he recognized Brody and greeted him.

"Thank you, Superman!"

"God, fortunately you saved us!"

"Simply horrible, thank you so much!"

The hostages were chattering, and their voices were mixed together, which seemed a bit chaotic. Brody raised his head slightly to look at him, and two pairs of the same blue eyes were looking at each other at this moment.

"Thank you," Brody paused, touched his nose and coughed, "Also, thank you."

The first sentence is for this time today, and the second sentence is for the time that I didn't have time to say last time.

Superman lowered his eyes slightly. With his height, he was able to clearly see all the changes in Brody's emotions. Naturally, he also noticed Brody's erratic gaze, and a faint smile appeared in Superman's eyes.

The alarm bell of the police car finally appeared, and it became more and more obvious. Superman scanned Brody's body with his perspective eyes. After finding that there was no major problem, his body began to rise, and then he turned around and disappeared in a flash. In everyone's sight.When the police got out of the car, they saw the safe hostages, the bound kidnappers, and almost scrapped guns.

On the top floor of the building, after Bruce saw through the scope that Brody and the other hostages were being protected by the policemen who arrived, his body finally relaxed. He got up from the ground, looked sideways at Ah Fu, and said hoarsely: " He's safe."

Alfred took the sniper gun from Bruce, "Then—"

Bruce stepped forward and said in a low voice:

"We should go get him home."

The police handcuffed the robbers one by one, and then took them to the police car. Of course, the escaped hostages had to follow the police back to the police station to make notes.

"Don't be too nervous, sir." It was a young policeman who took the record for him. He smiled at Brody and slowed down his speech. "It's just some relatively simple questions, which are easy to answer."

Brody nodded, and took a cup of coffee poured for him, "Thank you," he lowered his head and took a sip, then raised his head, "You can ask."

The policeman spread out his notebook, just took his pen, and was about to ask the first question, when he saw luxury cars one after another appearing at the gate of the police station, and then some people got out of the cars, their footsteps were in a hurry, and they couldn't see it. Those who didn't look at this table walked directly to the other hostages who were also questioned, and said something in a very strong tone.

What the policemen are most afraid of when taking notes is to meet such family members, especially when they still have money and power, which will affect their work even more. This little policeman sees his seniors being made things difficult. I couldn't help swallowing, and then looked at the person I asked, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this young man has a good temper, and he doesn't seem to have that kind of family members——

There was the roar of an engine in front of the police station. The little policeman looked over subconsciously and found that there was another car parked in front of the police station, and it was a very luxurious and high-end sports car. The black-haired man pretending to be walking towards the police station in his sight, getting closer, getting closer...

Finally stopped at his table.

Small police:……

He stared blankly at the man bent over and rubbed the young man's hair, then straightened up and looked at him.The man's expression was calm, obviously not as noisy as the family members behind him who were asking for this and that, but the little policeman felt the pressure from the man.

The little policeman sat up straight silently. He didn't know why, so he couldn't help explaining: "This, this gentleman, are you his family member? In fact, our police station has a very good attitude, and I guarantee that there is no..."

"How long until it's over?"

Bruce interrupted him, his eyes swept across the table, his brows raised, "or...haven't started yet?"

"Hold, I'm sorry!" The little policeman immediately tightened his pen, "I'll start now!"

Alfred, who passed by Bruce, said softly, "Sir, don't scare the policeman."

Bruce snorted, scaring?

He didn't think so.

After all, he is just a playboy Bruce now. He just looked at the little policeman with normal eyes, and at the same time asked him about the record in a very calm tone. He didn't scare people at all. Members' families have a much better attitude.

The little policeman was trembling during the recording process. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Anyway, he only knew that he became nervous for no reason.

Brody was slightly puzzled when he heard the young policeman stammering and asking questions. He remembered that the policeman spoke quite fluently just now, especially when he saw that the transcript was over, the young policeman breathed a sigh of relief. Look, even more puzzled.

Alfred was talking to the police chief, but he had been paying attention to Brody's situation. After finding out that the inquiry was over, he politely bid farewell to the chief.

"Okay," the director nodded again and again, and he said seriously, "Don't worry, as long as it is allowed to be disclosed, I will send it to the Wayne Group mailbox later." Then he stood there and watched them leave before going to Young The police officer came over and knocked on the table.

"You had a good attitude just now."

The little police officer, who was inexplicably praised by his boss, raised his hand and touched the back of his head, wondering how his attitude was good just now, but no matter what he thought, all he remembered was that he was so nervous that he almost forgot the question he had to ask look.

"Sir, they—"

"They are members of the Wayne family." The director took a deep look at him and sighed. "Although their main force is in Gotham, we of course have to show face."

Wayne Group? !

At this time, the little police officer understood why he thought that man looked familiar. He remembered something, and immediately looked down at the name on the record. The word 'Brody Wayne' on it made him seem to understand something, and he couldn't help but gasp. Take a breath.

Oh my god, it's a good thing there are supermen in the metropolis, otherwise if something happens to this kind of person, their police station will definitely be in trouble!

The three left the police station. When he saw the old butler open the car door and look sideways at them, Brody shook his head, "Wait, Fu, I can't go back now, I need to know—"

"Mr. Kent is very safe now, master." Alfred interrupted him gently, and took out his mobile phone, "I just dialed his number—"

Brody took the phone in a daze, looked down at the screen showing the call in progress, and put it to his ear, "...Clark?"

"It's me," Clark said in a low voice. "I'm in the hospital now. The people in the bank and the police seemed to have inhaled some gas, but I covered my mouth and nose and ran out, so there was no major problem." .”

"That's good," Brody said after a pause, "Sorry, Clark, if it wasn't—"

"I should be the one to say sorry, Brody," Clark smiled wryly, "You went to the bank because of me..."

"No, no one could have expected this kind of thing," Brody immediately interrupted what Clark was going to say, with an extremely serious tone, "You don't need to apologize, Clark, those who should apologize are those who robbed the bank , and, at that time, you protected me."

"So you don't need either, Brody."

"You protected me too."

"..." Brody was taken aback. He clenched his phone tightly and pursed his lips. However, within a few seconds, he showed a slight smile, and his originally depressed mood was relieved a lot by his friend's words.

"You're right, Clark, neither of us needs to apologize to the other."

There was a smile in Clark's voice on the other end of the phone, and he accepted his words tacitly, "Yes, we are friends, and friends never need to apologize."

Bruce, who was already sitting in the car, looked pale, and looked at Brody outside the car with his arms folded. Because of the distance, he couldn't hear what Brody was talking to that Kent, but he could see Brody's face. expression.

"What are you thinking, sir?" Alfred, who was also sitting in the car, asked.

Bruce: "About the safety thing."

Alfred put on an expression ready to listen, Bruce glanced at him, looked out of the car again, and said in a low voice, "On the way to the police station, I thought about Brody's safety when going out in the future, maybe I should Prepare a group of bodyguards."

Alfred raised his eyebrows. Of course, the Wayne Group would not be unable to pay for a group of bodyguards, but he didn't think the young master would like such an exaggerated way of traveling.

"Just now, I still think so."

Alfred: "It seems you've changed your mind now, sir."

"……Um."

Bruce lowered his eyelids. In fact, his thoughts have not changed. If possible, Bruce not only wants to use bodyguards to protect Brody in 360 degrees, he also hopes that Brody can be in his sight.

When Bruce saw Brody with a gun pointed at his head, he almost couldn't hold the gun in his hand, and his heart seemed to stop beating at that moment.

It was as if the nightmare of that night more than ten years ago was repeating itself.

If Superman hadn't attacked the robber first, he would have pulled the trigger—

Bruce took a deep breath, looked at Brody who hung up the phone and walked towards this side, and suppressed the emotion in his eyes.