Chapter 28: Your motorcycle is good.
A long and narrow shadow was projected to the ground by the lights on the outer wall of the top floor of the Continental Hotel.
The shadow had wings on its back and two pointed ears, like a huge anthropomorphic bat.
People looked up and
saw the source of the shadow, which was actually at the highest point of the Continental Hotel.
A tall figure stood like a mountain, like a flying flag.
"Batman?"
Someone reacted immediately.
Many of the police officers present had seen this popular movie that was recently released.
Especially the police officer who received the report and happened to be patrolling in Manhattan was even more stunned.
"This, this, this..."
The reporter immediately became excited.
Big news!
The grievances between the Life Foundation and the Daily Bugle can be clearly seen from the recent public opinion war.
The revelations of the Daily Bugle put the Life Foundation in an extremely embarrassing situation, and its market value was almost cut in half.
How could Carlton Drake not be angry?
He sent people from San Francisco to New York, across thousands of kilometers, to deal with the Daily Bugle, but was stopped by the sudden appearance of Batman.
The movie Batman happened to be created by Anton Jameson, the grandson of the owner of the Daily Bugle. Is
Anton Jameson related to Batman?
Is Batman related to the Daily Bugle?
The reporters imagined a big drama.
They looked at the police outside the Continental Hotel, looked at each other, and understood what was going on.
Of course, they should say that the New York City government has made great achievements in governance and the police department has solved the case quickly.
Private entertainment tabloids are the private reserve of gossip news.
Change vests and go into battle!
This is the right way to make money.
Neither offend those in power, nor miss any opportunity to make money.
Click, click, click!
The flash lights kept lighting up and going out.
Wow!
A strong wind blew by.
The figure above his head turned into a huge bat, and the shadow projected on the ground suddenly stretched out.
With exclamations, Batman flew through the air, flew from the Continental Hotel to the building on the other side, and then disappeared into the darkness.
"Everyone, you are not allowed to follow the next action."
George Stacy said to the reporters around him with a grim face, and then looked at the person in charge of the Continental Hotel: "Mr. Winston, you must not mind going back to the police station with me, right?"
"Of course, serving the people."
Winston readily accepted the advice.
...
The next day.
"I want to report the case... These people were sent by the Life Foundation. Those San Francisco people wanted to destroy my hotel... The Life Foundation and the Continental Hotel have no grudges. Their purpose is to retaliate against the Daily Bugle... As for the reason, everyone knows it."
San Francisco, the headquarters building of the Life Foundation.
Seeing the news on TV, Carlton Drake was so angry that his whole body trembled, his eyes were bloodshot, and he wanted to rush into the TV immediately and fight Winston for 300 rounds.
In addition, the Daily Bugle also published Winston's accusation against the Life Foundation on the front page today.
It caused a sensation and an uproar.
The Life Foundation has fallen to the point where everyone is calling for it to be beaten.
The market value has not only been cut in half, but also less than one-third of its heyday.
If the Life Foundation's own medical patents were not valuable and had a solid foundation, it would have been delisted in such a crazy and one-sided situation.
Bang!
Drake slapped the desk and glared at the head of the bodyguards in front of him.
"Is this how you do things for me?"
He couldn't control his anger and threw everything at hand at the head of the bodyguards, hitting him so hard that he dared not say a word even though his head was bleeding.
"Is this what you told me to do?"
His voice was gnashing his teeth and full of anger.
If Anton died, facing such accountability, he would not be angry, but would feel happy, at least his goal was achieved.
What is this?
Losing both the wife and the army.
Seeing today's news, Drake's mind was buzzing, and he felt that the people around him were all useless.
Eddie couldn't be caught.
The combination of symbiotes and humans, the experiment could not be advanced.
Even revenge was a bamboo basket, and the basket was washed away by the water.
It's too difficult!
"Boss, the Continental Hotel is a killer organization. They violated the rules. We have reason to complain to the High Table."
Seeing that Drake took a long time to calm down, the head of the bodyguards couldn't help but say, "Winston will pay the price! The High Table will not let them go."
"Complain?"
Drake glanced at him coldly, "You still rely on others? Last night, all the killers in the Continental Hotel were knocked down by Batman and then taken to jail by the police. Instead of relying on the High Table for help, it is better to think about what we can do to deal with the Batman who suddenly appeared."
"This..."
The head of the bodyguard was confused.
He has been in the underground world for many years. He is not famous but has excellent abilities. He knows the horror of the Continental Hotel and the High Table very well.
It was only in recent years that he came ashore and was recruited by the Life Foundation to become Drake's bodyguard, responsible for Drake's safety.
But he never thought that the Continental Hotel, which is so famous in the underground world, fell into the hands of this suddenly appearing bat.
"Who is this Batman?"
The bodyguard leader couldn't help asking Drake, "Boss, this man is definitely not an unknown person since he can come to the Continental Hotel for negotiations."
"An unknown person?"
Drake snorted, his face gloomy, "He is indeed not an unknown person." He looked out the window coldly without turning his head, "He is the person we want to kill."
"Anton?"
The bodyguard leader opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.
"Anton, Batman, Daily Bugle..."
Drake was too lazy to pay attention to his stupid confidant, muttering these names that gave him a headache, and gradually clenched his fists.
...
New York.
A villa area.
Anton looked at Jameson in front of him, quite helpless.
"Old man, you have been staring at me all day, what do you want to say?"
He looked gloomy, always feeling that the old man's eyes were quite strange, anyway, it didn't look like he was looking at a normal person.
"When did you become so capable?"
Jonah Jameson said, "Batman? If you are really Batman, I will eat the newspaper in front of me right now."
"Really?"
Anton raised his eyebrows and entered the Batman state.
Swish! He
transformed into the mysterious figure who caused a stir last night.
"Shit!"
Jameson was stunned.
His words just now were just a test, not that he didn't believe Anton was Batman.
Of course, what he never expected was that Anton would reveal the secret so easily and without concealment in front of him.
"You, you, you..."
Jameson was incoherent, staring at Anton in armor with wide eyes, and directly ignored the mysterious means displayed by Anton.
"I am merciful, respect the elderly and love the young, so you don't have to eat the newspaper."
Anton waved his hand again, restored his original form, and said lightly: "But there are some things, don't ask. Old man, you will slowly get to know this world again." Jameson
was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, full of childishness and enthusiasm.
"Where's your motorcycle?"
"I have to say, you inherited my taste. That motorcycle is well made..."
"Drive it out so I can try it out. Hurry up!"
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