The Days of Being King Elden in American Comics

Klein and Frank spent the night alone.

That night, Frank handed over most of the investigation and counter-investigation knowledge he had learned to Klein.

There are also many secret agents’ tips, which are accumulated from experience after thousands of missions.

These experiences are particularly valuable. Just one sentence may enlighten you and allow you to change some details in your life.

Klein is worthy of being a human with full intelligence.

Studying overnight not only learned these soft knowledge.

At the same time, I also took the time to learn a lot about the fighting techniques of the Navy SEALs.

But for lack of time and Frank's intention to hide his clumsiness.

Klein estimated that in this night, he would be able to master [-]% of the individual combat skills of the Federation's ace army, the Marine Corps.

The sky is bright.

The brilliance of the stars was gradually replaced by the golden sun.

Frank stood up from the sofa and said, "It's time for me to go. I will definitely complete the tasks you assigned."

"I believe in your efficiency." Klein nodded and expressed his approval.

"I think you are very good to this group of veterans, so I am willing to help you from the bottom of my heart. After getting to know you overnight, I found that you are not simple."

Frank actually reached out.

Snapped!

Klein didn't hesitate, "It's a pleasure to cooperate, my friend."

"Happy cooperation!"

Frank turned and left, leaving behind that lonely figure.

Klein returned to the house and entered the room after taking a hot shower. He hadn't even had time to dry off yet.

The roar of a sports car sounded outside the house.

"Zizzizi!!"

"Boom... buzz buzz!!"

The streamlined Venom supercar suddenly braked, and after a flick of its tail, the tire tracks were scorched black on the ground.

Klein put on his bathrobe and walked out of the room.

A man wearing a black suit and a figure even bigger than Klein was already standing in the lobby on the first floor.

The person coming was none other than Bruce Wayne.

"Cousin, if you drive like this, I will be complained by my neighbors."

"Neighbors? I'm so used to living in a castle that I almost forgot about the existence of neighbors... I'm sorry..."

Bruce's nose twitched, and he smelled the smell of blood.

There was also the smell of saltpeter, which reminded him of the 'Dead Shot' he had just sent to prison some time ago.

However, this man's saltpeter smell is stronger than Deadshot's, and his blood smell is stronger than that of the 'Pig Head Butcher'.

The only thing that made Bruce feel relaxed was that the smell was spreading quickly.

It means that the owner of this smell has moved away from this place.

"Klein, has anyone else entered your house?"

Bruce looked around, searching for any clues with his sharp eyes.

"I found some strippers to give me a massage last night. What happened?"

"Stripper?"

What kind of stripper has such a 'bloody smell'.

Could it be that the aunts came collectively?

"Just a massage?" Bruce raised his head and looked at Klein who was going downstairs.

Klein scratched his head, "Of course..."

"Huh? Are you getting stronger again?" Bruce saw at a glance that Klein's body had become thicker.

"I recently hired a personal trainer to work out."

"As expected of the descendants of the Wayne family, you and I, the descendants of the Wayne family, have very good physical talents."

"Brother, if you want to praise yourself, you don't have to do this..."

Klein rolled his eyes.

Bruce didn't care. After glancing around, he said directly: "I don't want this villa anymore. I'm going to Gotham this time, and when I come back, you'll live in the place I arranged for you."

"what...."

"You go back to school for a while. It's probably too late to start building a villa over there. The surrounding environment is also quite noisy. I... I might as well buy the Manhattan Garden Community over there and let you live there."

"No! Just get me a flat attic. It's too weird if there's no one around."

Bruce nodded and urged: "Hurry up and change your clothes. Don't take anything else you can buy. Come back to Gotham with me."

"Okay..." Klein said casually.

"By the way, can you find some high-quality women in the future? Don't always go to those low-level strip clubs to watch those dirty performances."

Klein took off his bathrobe, and the sculpted muscle lines appeared in front of Bruce's eyes.

The more Bruce watched, the happier he became. According to George's research, the better his cousin's health, the lower the chance of a brain tumor breaking out.

"You kid, do you have someone you like?"

"No."

"No? I suggest you find someone to marry as soon as possible. A popular female basketball player, a top supermodel, or a celebrity will do. As long as the background is clean, I can accept it."

Klein put on his shirt and said helplessly: "I'm only 14 years old. Cousin, you are already so old. Why don't you rush to find one?"

"Me? It's impossible for me to get married. I... haven't had enough fun..."

Bruce also wants to be like ordinary people, have his own family, a wife who loves him, and a lovely child.

But he knew that if he worked in darkness, he must turn his back to the light.

Family... was a luxury that was out of reach for him.

Once you have a family, there are worries.

And he is not a man who knows how to run a family.

"Hey..." Bruce sighed, "The continuation of the Wayne family's bloodline still depends on you. I am a non-marriage person."

"Cousin, are you gay?"

Klein hurriedly pulled up his pants, fearing that Bruce would take a second look.

Bruce looked at Klein awkwardly and politely, and then rolled his eyes.

"You know that time when you woke up from injury, I was the first to be at your bedside. Because of your screams and misunderstandings, Afu and the others looked at me a little distantly for a long time."

"Who told you not to wear clothes! I've even seen your dick..."

"Okay, let's not discuss these things, get dressed and go."

"Oh...by the way! Cousin, what's going on with the scar on your body? I saw it before."

"scar?"

Bruce Wayne remembered being naked in front of Crane.

The wounds caused by the battle were somewhat hideous.

"I...uh, how should I put it..." Bruce didn't think of an excuse.

Unexpectedly, Klein said: "I know, cousin, you are an insider. You like to be beaten by your master. You have wounds all over your body over the years, right? Don't worry, I won't tell others."

Bruce lowered his head. He wanted to punch his brother now.

It seems that the Little Nanniao app has taught Klein badly, and he will acquire them next time, so that these online contents must be positive and healthy.

"Okay! Let's go!"

Klein put on a casual suit, and his whole demeanor changed drastically.

Bruce was slightly distracted.

Klein can see the softness of his mother, Martha, between his eyebrows. His face has sharp edges and corners, and there are also shadows of his uncle and others.

"Perhaps our ancestors have made too many mistakes and we need our descendants to repay..."

Whenever Bruce thinks about the tumor in Klein's brain and his tragic death of his parents, he feels hurt.

"Let's talk on the road."

"Ok!"

The door of the Venom supercar was closed tightly, the sports car roared, and the tires rotated at high speed, leaving a clear rut mark on the ground.