Chapter 17 The Invasion of Bats (Please collect)
In Brooklyn, in a small coffee shop, a man who attracted a lot of attention was sitting.
The man was just sitting by the window.
It was actually able to make their coffee shop, which doesn't have a lot of customers, become somewhat full.
The black suit was paired with a gray empire collar shirt and a black tie with a dark flower print. The man's movements were filled with an aristocratic temperament that is not often seen in the United States.
The suit, which is also relatively slim, clearly highlights his strong figure.
But something that didn't match that muscular figure was his slightly melancholy face.
This is not inconsistent, but creates a different flavor.
When Wayne puts on this outfit and walks out of the house today, he is no longer the dark knight walking in the night.
Instead, it is Bruce Wayne who is isolated in social places.
Because I was a little curious before, why he kept calling himself Wayne instead of Bruce.
Wayne's answer is simple, that is, the name Bruce represents too many things, and he is not yet sure whether he can bear it.
Just like he never said he was Batman.
The meaning that that thing represents is too heavy.
"You have become him. Everything about him has completely become a part of you. Is there anything heavy or not?" Thomas's words completely awakened the current Wayne.
He has become the Bruce Wayne of this universe.
So what is he still worried about?
Bruce is holding a Daily Bugle news report about the death of Spider-Man.
It looks like Bruce has been reading the news carefully.
But in fact, Bruce's eyes have always been on the house opposite him.
Kingpin's house.
"Handsome guy, do we want to get to know each other?"
A long-haired woman sat opposite Bruce quite confidently.
To be honest, this woman is really good-looking, with long black hair and a healthy figure.
No matter how you look at it, she can be a very good partner.
If he was not facing Bruce, we can be sure that eight out of ten men would be fascinated by her chatting up him.
Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Bruce neatly posted it aside.
Bruce said to the woman with a smile: "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't like your type."
The woman wanted to say something more.
But Bruce had already put a dollar bill under the coffee cup.
"I'm sorry, I still have things to do. It's nice to meet you." After Bruce said this, he turned and walked out of the coffee shop.
Although the woman was a little unhappy about Bruce's rejection of her, when she saw Bruce's graceful and polite actions, she put this little bit of unhappiness behind her.
Men feel happy when they see beautiful women, and women feel happy when they see handsome men.
Bruce is obviously a handsome guy in the public sense, and he is the kind of handsome guy who is extremely attractive.
Even though Bruce had walked out, the woman still refused to take her eyes away from him.
The feeling of melancholy and a touch of aristocracy is really hard to take away.
"It must be very pleasant to live with such a man." The woman murmured to herself.
If those guys who had worked with Bruce Wayne knew what she said, they would definitely give her a big look in the eyes.
When Bruce, who was dressed in a noble manner, arrived in front of Jin Bing's house, the two bodyguards looked at Bruce with unusual vigilance.
"Sorry, sir, Mr. Fisk is not at home today. If there is anything, I can help tell you." A bodyguard walked towards Bruce in advance and stood in front of Bruce. He put his hand on Bruce's shoulder.
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It has to be said that even the bodyguards that Kingpin found for himself were all big men with a height of over 1.9 meters, and they looked very intimidating.
Standing in front of Bruce, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.
"Oh, that's really unlucky. I managed to make an appointment today, but I didn't expect that Mr. Fisk would be involved." Bruce looked annoyed when he said this, but he had already looked at these two people with his peripheral vision.
The position of the pistol on the bodyguard's waist.
"Then you can only make another appointment." The bodyguard has seen this kind of thing many times.
He just maintained his cold attitude.
"Okay, thank you." Bruce also put his hand on the bodyguard's shoulder, but moved it slightly towards the neck.
The bodyguard instantly felt that his whole body was weak, rolled his eyes and fell towards Bruce.
"Hey! Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you okay?" Bruce supported the bodyguard worriedly.
When the other bodyguard saw this scene, he did not rush over in a hurry. Instead, he stood very cautiously and put his hand on his waist.
He had no way of determining whether Bruce had done anything, after all, there was physical contact between the two of them.
And he knows very well that there are many ways in this world that can make people comatose with just a little contact.
What if Bruce used this method to make his colleagues pass out?
"Please put my colleague where he is, thank you for your cooperation." This bodyguard was indeed very conscientious. He stretched out his hand and motioned for Bruce to put his colleague on the ground.
But the other hand is always ready to draw a gun.
"Okay, no problem, you don't need to be nervous. I don't want you to shoot me directly because of my mistake." Bruce looked like an ordinary person who encountered an accident.
"Look, I'm going to let you go." Even when Bruce was knocking down the bodyguard, he was still explaining the situation to another person.
Slowly put the unconscious bodyguard on the ground.
The other bodyguard always felt that Bruce's behavior was a bit strange, but he didn't know what was wrong.
Bruce suddenly lifted the hem of the unconscious bodyguard's suit, and an anesthetic needle popped out of his hand and hit the other bodyguard's neck.
The bodyguard looked shocked and slowly fell down, covering his neck.
Even before he fell into coma, he kept his hands on his waist. It was obvious that he had always been wary of Bruce.
However, no matter how cunning a fox is, it cannot defeat a good hunter.
Bruce quite easily dragged the unconscious bodyguard up and walked towards Jin Bin's door.
Place the two bodyguards well aside.
Bruce took off the anesthetic needle he threw out.
Look at this extremely small anesthesia artifact.
Bruce can only say that it is indeed a Batman product, simple and efficient.
But I have to say that Wilson Fisk is really confident in the security of his home. Even though he has left now, he has not locked the door.
Give it a gentle push.
This home of New York's underground king has already opened its door to Bruce.
And this is where bats dive in.
Chapter completed!