章 2: Chapter 3: No Unexpected Surprises
The pleasures of the rich are unimaginable to ordinary people. The reverse is also true.
Last night, he picked up a woman in front of his bodyguards, the housekeeper, and the maids. There was no hiding it.
And today?
Louie and the other bodyguard didn't say anything, but their str4nge expressions were asking:
"Are you going to dump the body in the ocean?"
"Is the boss going to have sex with her and then kill her?"
"You used to just fool around, but now you've finally taken that step, haven't you?"
The fifty-something housekeeper was the one who saved the day. He silently turned off the tablet, the "Beauties List" flashing briefly on the screen. Then he straightened up and glared at Louie and the other bodyguard: "What are you thinking? This young lady is just not feeling well."
Atreus, whose scalp was tingling, finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "It's not what you think. She, she's an extraordinary person like Batman. I plan to settle her in my island vacation home."
Oh—
The three of them immediately looked relieved.
It's better to send this kind of ticking time bomb away as soon as possible before she explodes in the house.
Compared to last night's casual handling, Louie and the other bodyguard's attitude today was much more serious. They first called the maid to move the unconscious Wonder Woman onto a beach chair that served as a stretcher, then carried her downstairs to the extended Lincoln.
Butler Frank silently turned on the tablet again, revealing the "Beauties List" inside: "Young Master, I have no right to question your decision, but I think, ordinary girls are more suitable for you."
Usually, Atreus would have sighed: "Ah! This tablet is so white, no, so big!"
Now, two black lines climbed up Atreus's forehead: "I, that... uh..."
He felt like he had dropped uncooked intestines into his pants; there was no way to explain it.
Feeling frustrated, he simply didn't respond and strode downstairs.
The butler's voice came from behind: "Young Master, I'll have the maids prepare the vacation home on the island."
Atreus's mind was in a mess.
As a core member of the Justice League, Wonder Woman was top-notch in both character and combat power. He had no reason to sell her.
Wonder Woman was sexy and beautiful, and also incredibly devoted. The only downside was that whoever became her husband had to be mentally prepared to die twice.
This dark humor was really cold!
Along the way, Atreus didn't even have the heart to appreciate the furnishings in his luxury car or the scenery outside.
For safety, the butler had sent out all the bodyguards around him. Two bulletproof SUVs guarded the front and back of the extended Lincoln.
A total of eight bodyguards were even equipped with legally modified 100-round drum magazines for their M4 automatic rifles.
This was very necessary in the seemingly safe Gotham City.
Atreus was still nervous.
Having money was a joyful thing in most worlds, but in Gotham, you also had to at least have the ability to develop black technology to survive.
This lineup was okay against Penguin's henchmen, but if any of Wonder Woman's enemies showed up, he could only surrender amidst the chaos.
Call the police?
Don't even think about it.
Other police departments might have a bit of corruption, but the Gotham Police Department was like mud mixed with water. Except for Police Commissioner Gordon, he didn't know who else was clean.
In fact, the moment he left the house, Atreus had thought about keeping a low profile. Unfortunately, this was Gotham City, where Murphy's Law was frequent - so the worst was bound to happen.
Atreus still decided to arm himself to the teeth.
His convoy had just left his suburban mansion and had only been driving along the edge of Gotham City for less than ten minutes when he suddenly felt a p4ng of fear.
He instinctively thought it was an illusion because when he turned to look, there seemed to be no one in the three-story abandoned building that was left with only its frame.
If he didn't feel anything, then there must be something wrong!
Atreus gritted his teeth: "Everyone, be on high alert, we're being watched."
Louie and the others immediately felt a chill in their hearts and silently placed their fingers on the safety of their rifles.
The convoy drove out of sight, and a beautiful figure flashed from behind the iron frame on the third floor of the dilapidated building.
She had a hot figure and was wearing a black leather jacket and fishnet stockings. If Atreus had seen her, he would have recognized her as the beauty who s4ng on stage at the nightclub last night.
She turned on her earpiece and whispered: "Boss, it seems my surveillance has been discovered. The target has decent firepower; I saw at least five big guns."
A low, cold voice came from the other side: "It doesn't matter, Miss Lance, please continue your surveillance."
"Yes, Boss!"
Two minutes later, Atreus in the car received an "Unknown Caller" call.
He knew he had to answer this call: "Hello!"
On the other end of the line, a sinister, low male voice said: "No one can take something that doesn't belong to them from the Black Mask Club."
Atreus felt a chill run from his tailbone all the way to the back of his head, his whole body numb.
Damn it!
How stupid was the previous owner of this body to go to the den of one of Gotham's biggest g4ngsters, Roman Sionis, also known as Black Mask, for fun?
Not to mention he currently had a life-or-death mission, even if he had just transmigrated and didn't understand the current situation in Gotham, he couldn't sell Wonder Woman. This was his bottom line as a person.
Besides, who the hell was Black Mask?
Atreus also replied in a deep voice: "That's not a thing! That lady is Mr. Bruce Wayne's honored guest. Mr. Sionis, are you sure you want to make an enemy of the Wayne family?"
Atreus didn't know if the Justice League had been formed at this point in time.
Mr. Wayne, since you claim to be the protector of Gotham City, if you don't take the blame for this, who will?
Atreus's tactic of using someone else's name to intimidate immediately made the other side hesitate.
The underworld had countless connections with the rich.
The prerequisite for getting rich was to first have money.
Without so many rich people, where would they rob from?
Not to mention that Atreus, taking advantage of the transmigrator's information asymmetry, directly revealed the other party's identity and even used Mr. Wayne's name.
This made Mr. Black Mask a bit dizzy.
This situation was the most troublesome. The other party knew your details, but you didn't know theirs. As a cautious boss, Black Mask had to consider more things and became hesitant, silently h4nging up the phone.
Sionis was extremely irritated and yelled at one of his assistants: "Haven't you found out that kid's background yet?"
The assistant timidly replied: "We can't find anything. We can only confirm that he has a black gold-level bank card at Wayne Bank, and his credit rating is four A's."
"What the hell?"
"Uh, this level of customer information is treated as top secret by the bank and strictly protected."
"Anything else?"
"The usage permissions for this black card are a bit str4nge. No investments or casino access are allowed, only personal daily consumption."
"What? What kind of setting is this? Is he Bruce Wayne's biological son?"
The assistant shrank his neck and didn't dare to speak anymore.
On this side, hearing the busy tone on the phone, a smile appeared on the corner of Atreus's mouth.
Bodyguard Louie, sitting opposite Atreus, looked at Wonder Woman, who was lying on the handmade leather sofa and frowning from time to time, then at his boss, and swallowed: "Is this lady really Mr. Wayne's honored guest?"
"Of course. But Mr. Wayne is busy now, so we have to protect her temporarily."
The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief.
Although they had deterred Black Mask, Atreus's worries didn't subside. The heads-up display on his retina showed that Wonder Woman was emitting a faint divine power.
To ordinary people, it might not be noticeable, but to extraordinary beings, she was undoubtedly a beacon in the night, incredibly dazzling.
"Damn it," Atreus cursed, thinking to himself, "Is the only function of my cheat just a useless display?"
As if mocking him, one of Atreus's skills was highlighted on his retina:
[Basic Shooting Lv5]!
As a playboy in Gotham City, it was quite "normal" to go to the shooting r4nge for fun.
Based on his memory, Atreus silently opened a hidden compartment next to his seat and took out a short-barreled MP5K submachine gun, only about thirty centimeters long.
In urban combat, this thing could provide unparalleled flexibility.
He pulled out the 30-round magazine and checked it. After some thought, he replaced it with an insane 120-round magazine.
Not only that, but he also silently put on a bulletproof vest.
This action made the two bodyguards opposite him even paler.
It wasn't over yet.
Atreus took out two grenades and tucked them into the inner sides of his pants, then gave the bodyguards a look: "As a law-abiding citizen, hiding grenades in my crotch is quite reasonable, right?"
Louie forced a laugh: "Very reasonable! Very reasonable!"
As they spoke, they both inserted bulletproof metal plates into their own vests and put on tactical helmets.
Now, the bodyguards had upgraded from ordinary close-fitting Kevlar vests to "full gear."
Then...
As expected, something unexpected happened.
Just as the convoy was passing by an abandoned factory, several heads suddenly popped out from the scrap metal pile, and then a few sparks lit up.
Louie's face turned pale with fright. He lunged towards Atreus while shouting in a distorted voice: "RPG—"
(End of Chapter)
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