Red Dead Redemption

"Got it, Alfred, can we chat for a while?"

"Of course, sir."

Alfred stepped back quickly. In fact, although Bruce and Superman hadn't slept in the past twenty hours, he didn't rest peacefully either.

He didn't want to get the news when he woke up or slept soundly: Your master Wayne was killed by Superman, and there are no bones left.

Now, although he can still feel that Bruce is ignorant of the reality of Superman's existence around him, and even that sloppy hostility can't be concealed from the old man, at least he doesn't think the two will suddenly fight.

Alfred was curious about what happened in the past time, but he needed a peaceful sleep more than satisfying his own curiosity, otherwise Master Wayne might discover the scene of his sudden death in turn.

Bruce picked up the black tea and took a sip of the hot air, then opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of hot air. Half of his body sank into the sofa, and his tired state was visible to the naked eye.

Clark took a sip without fear of the hot tea, put down the cup, and looked at Bruce with apologetic eyes.

"Sorry for keeping you busy with my business for so long."

Hearing this again, Bruce felt like he was... used to it.

God knows how many ways Clark has used to express his gratitude, apology, gratitude and concern to Bruce in a straightforward or euphemistic manner over the past day and night.

Even Bruce would think maliciously: Maybe Clark wasn't so attentive to Louise Lane?

In the final analysis, it was Bruce's persuasion and analysis that made Clark understand the important key behind the kidnapping incident.

The person Luthor was targeting must be himself, and Martha and Louise were of no value to him in and of themselves.

No matter whether Luthor wants to continue to frame him, target him, kill him or even use him to manipulate him, in the end, the other party must take the initiative to get in touch with Superman, and before that, Martha and Louise must be safe.

If Luthor was deliberately trying to provoke him with this, it would have been a day and night that he would have taken the initiative to signal to Superman.

So, the situation is the same as Bruce's previous analysis, the longer it drags on, the safer they are.

Clark certainly won't be in a hurry because of this, after all, they are the two closest people to him in this world.

But at the same time, he also believed in Bruce's judgment.

Besides, Bruce's performance is far more irritable than him. Seeing his appearance, Clark can't show his urgency anymore. He doesn't want Bruce's pressure to increase.

Overall, it was a pretty good misunderstanding.

Clark didn't understand that Bruce's impatience was more due to the delay of time.

One day when Clark's kidnapped family is not found, his fight with Clark will be postponed accordingly.

Challenge ahead? Wouldn't that be self-indulgent? Since he has reached an agreement with Clark, Bruce can't do such a thing.

Moreover, Clark's thanks, gratitude and inexplicable concern for his physical condition over and over again made Bruce feel extremely uncomfortable.

At first he would respond to Clark, but later he turned a deaf ear to such remarks.

Don't tell me thank you, my heart is colder than the polar ice!

So, Clark thanked him again at this time, and Bruce seemed to have not heard, and instead asked: "Aren't you from the Justice League, can you call those... those members to help?"

On TV, there are quite a lot of people in the Justice League, and some of them are grotesque, and they don't look like humans. Bruce can only be replaced by the word "member".

Hearing this, Clark showed helplessness and spread his hands: "Actually, I don't know the situation of the Justice League very well. In fact, I hadn't heard of this organization before that day."

Bruce nodded lightly, secretly thinking that it was true.

He had already speculated about this for a long time, but now he is more certain of his own thoughts.

But then a question suddenly popped up in his heart: why did Hong Fei help Superman even at the expense of exposing himself in front of the world?

He clearly knew that in order to conceal his identity, Hong Fei not only let the artificial intelligence forge the traces and evidence of the past, but even joined the police force himself, and went to work as an internship patrol.

This seemed a little weird to Bruce.

He didn't know that these things were the means that Hong Fei used to integrate into the world or improve himself at various stages.

After all, with his current ability, it is difficult to see the change of Hong Fei's strength growth.

Clark said: "By the way, the lady just now, although I haven't met her, but based on her relationship with Hong, I think she should also be a member of the Justice League."

Is it Harry?

Bruce had a headache again, not only because of the changes between Harley and Harleen, but also because of the Dragon King's blessing and Dragon King's mark that Harry said.

Who is the Dragon King, there is no need to ask at all.

"I think so. At least she must know the people Hong Fei brought to the hearing."

Clark paused and said: "I think, since we spent a day and night without finding any trace of Luther, it would be difficult to find out even if we asked them to help together. I think, according to your analysis, we are the most The best way is to wait. If you act rashly, it may make Luthor change his plan, which may threaten their safety. What do you think?"

Bruce glanced at him, and if the person in front of him wasn't Clark, he might have said something like: You're suddenly smart.

But he obviously didn't want to praise Superman.

"Yes, even if you ask them for help, you must act in the dark, otherwise we don't know what will happen to Luther, who is also hiding in the dark. Of course, the best way is to wait and see." Looking into Clark's eyes: "As long as you can bear it, don't act impulsively."

Clark didn't do it and wanted to nod directly: "Don't worry, I understand, although I'm very worried about their safety, but I'm even more afraid of putting them in further danger because of my actions."

Bruce gave him a deep look, then got up straight: "Okay, I'm going to bed."

Clark then got up: "Then I'll take a rest too. Do we have any plans for tomorrow?"

won't you go home by yourself? Bruce thought to himself.

"let's talk tomorrow."

"it is good."

...

Time flies by quickly, not by human will.

In the blink of an eye, five days have passed.

In addition to the first day, it has been almost a week since the kidnapping happened.

Superman's mentality also changed several times during this period.

Bruce did not let Clark leave Wayne Manor after all.

Of course, he didn't like the feeling of living with Clark, but because he wanted to keep Clark by his side to monitor him personally, so as to avoid a disaster similar to the previous one caused by his rush to find someone.

At the same time, he can take this opportunity to observe Clark.

And because of his existence, Clark really did not act impulsively.

But Bruce also understands that his time to settle down and wait is running out.

After all, it's almost a week away, and Clark still doesn't know what's going on with his family.

If it was him, his endurance would probably have reached the limit.

"Master Wayne, he hasn't slept these days." Alfred found Bruce alone and said.

"I know."

"He's in a hurry."

"I know."

"Well, I mean, maybe he's not a bad guy?"

Bruce looked up, and Alfred looked him in the eye.

"Alfred, I know that, but my decision was never for these reasons, and you should know that too."

Alfred just shook his head: "Whether he is a good guy or a bad guy, you must fight him? Master Wayne, I don't think this reason makes sense."

"I don't want to explain any more."

"Can……"

As soon as Alfred spoke, the TV screen on the side suddenly flickered abnormally and rapidly, and the screen fell into darkness.

Suddenly, the black screen turned white, and the white light gradually faded, revealing a familiar face.

Bruce put down the tool in his hand, and his eyes seemed to burst into a sharp cold light in an instant.

Alfred also took a breath in shock while watching the TV.

This man, he knew Bruce too well.

"Has it started? Oh, it seems to have started, sorry, viewers, I'm a newcomer, this is my first time hosting a TV show, I hope you can forgive my unprofessionalism, after all, I may host this many times in the future. A brand new show."

Familiar voices and intonations, familiar faces and smiles.

It all gave Bruce a sense of loss of control that he hated most.

"When did he escape from prison?" Bruce's tone was frosty~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Alfred also frowned tightly: "I don't know, there is no news of any changes from Arkham, I will see it myself. "

In another part of the manor, Superman was also sitting in the room watching TV. He didn't know the clown, but that didn't prevent him from discovering anything unusual. After all, with the clown's appearance and insane state, hosting the show would only scare the children.

On TV, the face of the clown fills almost the entire screen.

He laughed as always, but his eyes were cold and stern.

"I guess you must be very curious about what this show is called?"

"Well, my friend and I had a little argument about the name of the show, but we finally reached an agreement. This show is called... Battle of the Gods!"

"Hahahaha, what's up, doesn't it feel amazing? To be honest, the first time I listened to it, I only felt my scalp tingling! It really touched my heart, and I'm even willing to give my heart to this show. everything!"

"I'm sure you all feel the same as me! Right, don't you?" The clown's face suddenly moved directly in front of the camera, and the hot breath from his mouth even formed a mist on the camera.

Following that, he directly stuck out his tongue and licked it.

These two actions really suddenly scared a lot of children.

"Well, my program list is very long, and there is a lot you can look forward to!"

"Before that, allow me to say hello to my favorite little bat."

The clown took a few steps back, adjusted his green suit full of sequins, cleared his throat with a light cough, then raised his hand to touch his hair, and then waved his hand and grinned.

"Damn, Batman, my old friend, how are you?"

With a crisp sound, Bruce squeezed the cup in his hand.