Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 220 A glass of wine worth hundreds of thousands (please subscribe)

The story of the black cat escaping from the New York police has spread like wildfire in the underground world of New York.

Although everyone knows that it is impossible for the New York police to send Black Cat to jail, the main reason why he was sent to jail last time should be that Spider-Man, who never kills him, did not know why he killed Black Cat. hand.

This is why the black cat was finally taken away.

And what happened in prison later is really too scary to think about.

However, Black Cat is really quite vicious in prison. How many guys dare to talk to Black Cat?

Thinking about the situation in the prison at that time, many people did not want to see a black cat in the prison.

The news soon reached Bruce's ears.

Bruce could even imagine how the black cat got out of her handcuffs. It was nothing more than using discharged nanorobots. After they completely ran out of electricity, it would just be a handcuff that took some effort for her.

But being able to withstand the pain and consume all the electricity in the bat handcuffs, Black Cat can be regarded as a ruthless person.

It seems that the black cat at that time did not care at all whether it would leave any sequelae on his body.

However, according to Black Cat's physical fitness at that time, it is impossible for her to have any sequelae. After all, she already has superhuman physical fitness, and it should be reasonable to have superhuman recovery capabilities.

"You can still run. The New York police here seem to be no different from the police we have seen before." Bruce will know the news, and Jessica will naturally know the news.

Jessica also smiled when she read the news, but she was also looking at Bruce's expression.

But Bruce didn't have any guilty conscience, after all, there was no problem in the first place.

It was just a little awkward last night because of the smell of Catwoman's perfume.

Of course it's been resolved.

Bruce moved his body.

"Okay, I'm going to work. What do you want to do? How about going to college?" Bruce looked back at Jessica.

"It's okay, but I've already missed the exam time."

"There shouldn't be any problem with my letter of recommendation plus donations." Bruce said lightly, "Just find one you are satisfied with."

After speaking, Bruce was already planning to leave here.

"Come back soon."

Jessica spoke to Bruce with a smile on her face.

On the other side, Alfred had prepared everything. He was standing by the car waiting for Bruce's arrival.

"Isn't Miss Jessica accompanying you?" Alfred had already opened the car door when he saw Bruce appearing.

"She has to choose a school, so there's no need." Bruce said casually, "By the way, help me rule Lucius to my office."

"Okay, Master Bruce."

Listening to Bruce's words, Alfred nodded in agreement.

Sitting in the car, Bruce picked up the newspaper Alfred had prepared before and read it.

There has actually been an incident of a black cat escaping.

It's really surprising what these guys are capable of.

After just a cursory glance, Bruce had already turned over the news that was published on the front page of the newspaper. After all, those reporters could not possibly know as much as Bruce knew.

Now Bruce has begun to make his own preparations.

Although New York is in chaos, it is not without solutions.

And the situation in New York is actually much better than Gotham.

At least New York has not abolished the death penalty, which means there is no such thing as life imprisonment for so-called super criminals.

But the execution of the death penalty is a bit troublesome.

It may even happen that a criminal who has been sentenced to death ends up dying of old age in prison.

This matter must not be used on super criminals. You must know that the lethality of those guys is far greater than that of other criminals.

Other criminals may not have the ability to escape from prison, but the problem is that those super criminals are very good at escaping from prison.

What Bruce needs is for the law to sentence them to death in the shortest possible time, and to execute it in the shortest possible time.

"Master Bruce, we are already here." Just when Bruce was thinking about what he needed to do in the future, Alfred's voice came.

"Alfred, do you think they will work well?" Bruce asked the butler when he got out of the car.

"I guess they will be nervous because you show up again, but I guess they won't work well." Alfred knew the style of these guys very well.

If they really listen to Bruce, then the sun will definitely rise in the west.

It is really difficult for a group of guys who have lived in this way for most of their lives to correct themselves.

"I think so." Bruce straightened his clothes and then walked directly into the Wayne Building.

When they saw Bruce, the security guard at the door and the front desk were a little stunned.

They have never seen this person appear here for two consecutive days.

But now this is how it appears.

But before Bruce could go up, he heard the exclamations outside.

A flirtatious figure landed outside his building. Following his steps, the gold and red armor on his body slowly disappeared.

But Bruce didn't see traces of nanomachines on Stark's armor, which meant that this guy had come up with something brand new now.

"I think you haven't forgotten what we said last night." Stark came to Bruce's side quite familiarly and smiled, "Even my people will come here a little later, of course there is no trouble. Yes, just sign a contract."

"I was still thinking about when you would come. As for your people, wouldn't it be nice to see them then?" Bruce has not forgotten what we talked about yesterday.

"Hahaha!"

The two men laughed. After all, Bruce also needs to verify his ideas after this transaction.

Who told me that the name of the company is DC Comics?

When Bruce led Stark upward, someone on the other side was already looking a little sad.

The man only felt that everything in his office had become a little ugly, as if they were mocking him mercilessly, but he couldn't do anything to smash things.

Although the soundproofing of my office is indeed good, it is still easy for others to detect clues.

This guy was naturally one of the people who attended the previous meeting.

When Bruce's car appeared under the building, he had already called someone.

"Old sir, Bruce is back. I think he is really planning to take care of this matter." He was a little nervous and even sweating.

At this moment, before he waited for the person opposite to reply, he was already tugging on his utilization bag unnaturally, as if the tie that could have been worn snugly around his neck had now become a life-threatening sling.

The old man who heard this sentence on the other side did not have any change in his expression, but his face was calm, as if he had already guessed the occurrence of this scene.

"I've already guessed it. You don't have to worry about this. I will go over and have a good talk with him then." After saying this, he hung up the phone and no longer cared about who that person was. The psychology of appearance.

The old man focused his attention on the chess in front of him, and there was another figure opposite him. It was obvious that the two people were playing chess.

"It seems that you need my help when you encounter those things. If you ask, I will definitely help you. After all, we are friends." At this moment, the person sitting opposite the old man spoke.

It is estimated that when some people see this person for the first time, they will definitely be scared. After all, who has seen such a burly and tall person?

Just sitting there is already full of oppression.

But this person was actually wearing a very elegant white suit and had a kind face.

"It's just a small fuss. There is no need for you to help deal with this matter." The old man shook his head, not caring about this matter at all.

In his opinion, this is just a measure for Bruce to establish his authority. At worst, he will throw some little shrimps to Bruce, which can make the young chairman look good without causing any big trouble.

"If you need my help, please tell me. I, Wilson Fisk, will never treat my friends badly." The strong man opposite the old man put his hand on his chest at this time, with a look on his face. Speak to the old man sincerely.

"Let's play chess, Fisk." The old man smiled and didn't say anything. He obviously didn't trust the strong man in front of him.

Seeing the old man moving the chess pieces on the chessboard, Fisk did not continue talking about that topic, but continued the game with a smile.

The man on the other side who received this reply seemed to be relieved. Originally, he was a little displeased with the decorations in his office, but now he seemed to have regained his previous aesthetic sense when looking at the surrounding things.

Now that the old man has opened his mouth, he thinks that this storm will be nothing more than thunder and rain. He may not know how it will pass by then, and as a senior executive of the Wayne Group, it is impossible for this fire to reach him. .

However, he is still a little vigilant. If it turns out that the chairman has his own way, he still has to deal with his own traces.

On the other side, Bruce has now brought Stark to his office.

"The view in this office is really good." Stark had to admit that Bruce's office can be said to be one of the best views he has ever seen.

"Even though your place is not very smart, I still prefer something with a bit of technology." Stark looked at the current office. In addition to the computer on Bruce's desk and the TV hanging on the side, Others can be described as simple.

"I prefer this feeling." Bruce didn't think there was anything unsightly about his office. After all, he was the one working here, not Stark.

"But to be honest, I really like your rather quaint little bar. It looks like it was moved out of a Western movie." When Stark came to Bruce's office, he had already taken a liking to Bruce's bar at a glance. The traces on it all tell the history of this bar.

Although Stark can be regarded as the top group of people in the United States, when facing a family like Wayne, he is still a little unsatisfied.

After all, the Stark family's fortune can be said to have relied on the group of people who gradually climbed to the top of the United States through World War II.

And Wayne is a guy who has always been at the top of the country.

To put it bluntly, there was even a former president of the United States who came here to make a name for himself after his retirement.

Of course, this does not mean that Stark will feel inferior when facing Wayne. On the contrary, he feels that an ancient family like Wayne is full of decay. If it weren't for the fact that the Wayne family now only has If Bruce were left alone, he might not come here in person.

"You can take it away if you like." When Bruce spoke, he smiled and even walked over to pour Stark a glass of whiskey.

Just when Stark was about to take the whiskey from Bruce, he heard Bruce speak leisurely.

"When the time comes, I can buy your DC comics for hundreds of thousands cheaper."

When Stark heard this, his hand that had not yet been extended froze, but Bruce put the wine glass directly into his hand.

"Okay, this is probably the most expensive glass of whiskey I have ever bought. It costs hundreds of thousands." Stark smiled and shook his head, and then looked at the brand of whiskey that Bruce poured out for him.

He nodded when he saw the brand of whiskey. He had to say that at least Bruce didn't fool himself with this kind of thing.

A pretty good whiskey indeed.

"Master Bruce, people from Stark Industries have arrived." Alfred appeared at the door of the office at this time.

"Bring it to the conference room," Bruce said. "Let people from the Commerce Department and the Legal Department come over."

"Ok."

Seeing Alfred exiting, Bruce turned to Stark and said, "Let's go and sign this contract."

Stark smiled, and took the bottle of whiskey that Bruce had poured for him before in his hand.

"Hundreds of thousands, I won't just buy a glass of wine, I also want to take this thing with me."

Stark smiled and walked to Bruce's side, and Bruce just patted the mustache on the shoulder.

Just a bottle of wine.

Everything went very smoothly, and Stark indeed took the initiative to erase the final fraction, nearly 80 US dollars, just like they had talked in the office, and it was just erased by Stark's words.

Although some people at Stark Industries don't quite understand their boss's brain circuits, they still choose to listen to Stark at this time, and DC comics are indeed of little use in the hands of Stark Industries.

"Actually, I'm quite curious. After drinking, will you be judged by the traffic police as a drunk driver when driving your suit?" Bruce asked such a question when he and Stark were separated. question.

"It shouldn't count. After all, this thing is not a means of transportation, it can only be regarded as a high-tech prosthetic limb." Stark smiled and left here.

When Bruce returned to his office, an old man was already sitting on the sofa and looking at him quietly.

"The acquisition appears to be going well."

(End of this chapter)