Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Once again, he subdued 1.5 (Dukes counted as half for now) powerful mutants. The boredom and fatigue of the past few days seemed to be gone. After coming to this world, Bruce had an unexpectedly smooth experience. "Satisfied", from this point of view, he is an easily satisfied person, satisfied that the planned things can be completed smoothly. !

However, this satisfaction did not last long. After learning that John and Dukes ate fast food on weekdays, learned about it along the way, and knew that Bradley's cooking skills were not very good, Bruce had to let it go. John took him to the night market, intending to buy some freshly made "normal" food and take it back.

He actually doesn't pay much attention to food, but he has been busy traveling these days, so he naturally keeps everything simple along the way. Now that he has settled down a little, Bruce is not willing to eat anything other than deep-fried and sprinkled with salt, no matter how picky his taste is. of fast food.

"Hmm, this smell...John, you actually went out to buy food?"

The three of them were gathered around the table, munching on the delicacies they had bought from the night market. Dukes, who was finally dragged to the floor of the room by several people, suddenly moved his nose, and then slowly woke up. For the first time after waking up, The words also made several people choke on their words.

I just shouted for a long time and there was no response. Will I wake up by the smell of food?This characteristic is really worthy of his body...

Struggling to get up from the floor, Dukes smacked his mouth. When he saw Bruce sitting between John and Bradley, he was stunned for a moment, then scratched his head and sat across from the three of them as if nothing happened. He unceremoniously reached into the convenience bag on the table, as if he was not the person who just shouted that he wanted to kill Bruce.

"I... John lost, and I lost too. If John decides to follow you, then I will follow you from now on."

After saying these words in a loud voice, Dukes ate the food that was obviously left for him on the table. He said no more. Seeing this, John silently patted Dukes on the shoulder, and then nodded slightly at Bruce. Head down.

Bruce got John's signal, looked at Dukes, suddenly put down the food in his hand, and said to him: "Now that you have decided, follow me from now on, but big guy, you have to get your weight back to a weight as soon as possible. Normal level, and until you successfully reshape your body, I won’t let you do any tasks, do you understand?”

After hearing this, Dukes looked up at Bruce, a trace of helplessness flashed across his fat face, and after a moment of hesitation, he replied dully: "I know...Boss."

Bruce nodded upon seeing this, no matter whether Dukes chose to obey him because of John or not, at least he was willing to obey his orders, this is a good start.

"Although you can't act with the team for the time being, I really need your help right now, Dukes. I need information about someone." Bruce looked at Dukes and said slowly, "A pimp from New Orleans , I think you should be familiar with it?"

Bradley turned his head and looked at Bruce. Somehow, he suddenly remembered Bruce's question to him a few days ago.

"Uh, I, I don't know what you're talking about, boss...I'm not very familiar with New Orleans..." Dukes' face froze, as if he was avoiding something, and whimpered.

"I want the personal information of 'Gambit', and the main scope of his current activities! Dukes, I know what you are afraid of, but trust me, because I also know what I am doing, and I am doing enough. Before getting ready, I won't go to Stryker for trouble..."

Bruce's eyes flashed and he said calmly, while John looked at the three people at the table with different expressions in confusion. Bruce was asking questions, Dukes was obviously evasive, and Bradley, look at him. The thoughtful expression on his face makes it seem like he knows something?

So, what is the origin of this guy called Gambit King?

"By the way, John, you don't want to participate in this operation. Stay here and urge Dukes to lose weight. Besides, there are other things to arrange for you."

As if thinking of something, Bruce said to John before Dukes decided to speak.

"I stay? I mean, can't we all act together? Dukes' size is a real problem, but we can convert a truck..."

"I need you to stay here and wait for someone to arrive." Bruce interrupted John's doubtful inquiry and said decisively. The unquestionable tone in his tone made John subconsciously shut up.

"'He' is in my plan. Your mission is very important, John." After some comfort, Bruce turned to look at Dukes, smiled and said softly: "Now, tell me, about that pimp. Guest news..."

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I don't know when it started, a young boy who was wandering in the major casinos in New Orleans became the "model" and "idol" of most gamblers in this city.

He is young, handsome, tall, and has amazing card skills. He can always get a lot of money from the casino, and he also attracts the attention of young girls in the casinos. No matter where he goes, he will become a place The most shining existence.

This is simply the “dream life” for all gamblers!

Although he disappeared for some time inexplicably a few years ago, and after returning to New Orleans, he became no longer as public as before, but this did not affect his popularity among gamblers in this city. "Status", although they have never known his real name...

"Thank you…"

The children who gathered around laughed happily, which seemed to have dispelled the silence caused by the continuous rain in recent days. The old director, who had been running the orphanage alone for more than ten years, looked at the gifts that the workers were unloading from the truck. , thanked him before.

He glanced around with cloudy eyes, but he still didn't see the kind-hearted person who had been "secretly" funding the children in the orphanage, so he could only salute slightly gratefully to the street with few pedestrians.

Opposite the orphanage, in a dark and remote alley, a young man holding a long metal stick was sitting on the rusty iron exterior stairs.

Seeing the old man hunched over and walking back to the orphanage with a group of laughing children, he smiled faintly, stood up and jumped off the iron ladder, stepping firmly on the ground four feet away from where he just sat. Five meters of ground, walking back slowly.

"If you don't come out, I have to leave. No matter what your purpose is, it's best to finish it all at once. I'm very busy."

After waving the stick in his hand, the young man continued to move forward slowly without stopping. The smile on his face had long since disappeared, and his tone was nonchalant.

"Your senses are indeed as sharp as rumored."

A young man in ordinary clothes and a peaked cap opened a door on the first floor of the alley and lowered his voice. After saying that, he clapped his hands, and suddenly seven or eight people walked out of different doors in the alley. They all kept inserting their right hands into the inner pockets of their left breasts and stared closely at the young man in the alleyway.

Seeing the neat movements of these people, the young man raised his eyebrows, "People from the Killer Alliance? You even investigated me...Which 'boss' wants my life again? He paid such a huge amount of money~"

The young man shook his head, took out a silenced pistol from his pocket without hesitation, and walked towards the young man, "Sir, it's strange that you used too many people's goods. There are some things that you can't 'take' , the reward they gave was too generous, I’m sorry..."

Seeing the young man's actions, the young man suddenly sneered and casually inserted the stick in his hand into the solid concrete floor. The young man was stunned by this "inhuman" hand strength, and even pulled the trigger. All came to a standstill.

"I don't think those 'bosses' didn't, and dare not tell you, the reason why they dared not send out their thugs, but hired you 'outsiders' to trouble me..."

A deck of playing cards appeared in the young man's hand at some point, and his eyes suddenly turned crimson. Then, the playing cards seemed to come alive, and the patterns and patterns of the cards shone with bright red light!

"I seem to be here at a very bad time?"

An untimely low voice sounded from the alley, interrupting the next move of the young man's hand and attracting the attention of these killers.

"However, it seems that it is just in time."

With his arms around him, Bruce was wearing a dark black windbreaker that reached down to his calf. He stepped on the edge of the top of the old building beside the alley, looked down at the people below, and said calmly.

"Now, he's mine."

With a cold smile on his lips, Bruce glanced at the gun-wielding killers and pointed at the young man standing in the alley. His tone was indifferent and left no room for doubt!

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