Marvel's Dark Knight

Chapter 17 The Invasion of Bats (Please collect)

In Brooklyn, in a small coffee shop, a man who attracted a lot of attention was sitting.

The man is just sitting by the window.

It was actually able to make their coffee shop, which didn't have a lot of customers, become a bit full.

The black suit is paired with a gray empire collar shirt and a black tie with dark flowers, making the man's movements full of aristocratic temperament that is not often seen in the United States.

The suit, which is also relatively slim, clearly highlights his muscular figure.

But what didn't match that muscular figure was his slightly melancholy face.

This is not inconsistent, but creates a different flavor.

When today's Wayne puts on this outfit and walks out of the house, he is no longer the night knight walking in the dark.

Instead, it was Bruce Wayne who was wandering in social places.

Because I was a little curious before, why he kept calling himself Wayne instead of Bruce.

The answer Wayne gave was simple, that is, the name Bruce represented too many things, and he was still not sure if he could bear it.

It's like he never stated that he was Batman.

The meaning of that thing is too heavy.

"You have become him, and everything about him has completely become a part of you. How can there be anything heavy or not heavy?" Thomas' words have completely awakened Wayne now.

He has become the Bruce Wayne of this universe.

So what is he still worried about?

Bruce is holding a Daily Bugle news report about Spider-Man's passing.

It looked like Bruce had been perusing the news the whole time.

But in fact, Bruce's eyes have always been on the house opposite him.

Jinbin's house.

"Handsome, do we want to get to know each other?"

A woman with long hair sat across from Bruce quite confidently.

To be honest, this woman looks really good-looking, with long black hair and a healthy figure.

No matter how you look at it, she can be a very good partner.

If he wasn't facing Bruce, we can be sure that eight out of ten men would be smitten by her approach.

Putting down the newspaper in his hand, Bruce neatly pasted it aside.

Bruce said to the woman with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, miss, but I don't like your type."

The woman wanted to say something more.

But Bruce had put a dollar bill under his coffee cup.

"I'm sorry, I still have something to do. It's a pleasure meeting you." After Bruce finished speaking, he turned and walked out of the coffee shop.

Although the woman was a little unhappy about Bruce's rejection of her, when she saw Bruce's graceful and polite movements, she put this little bit of unhappiness behind her.

Men feel happy when they see beautiful women, and women feel happy when they see handsome men.

Bruce is obviously a handsome guy in the popular sense, and he is the kind of handsome guy who is very attractive.

Even though Bruce had walked out, the woman was still unwilling to take her eyes off him.

The feeling of melancholy and a touch of aristocracy is really hard to take away.

"It must be very pleasant to live with such a man." The woman muttered to herself.

Her words, if those guys who have worked with Bruce Wayne know, will definitely give her a big white eye.

When the noble Bruce came to the front of the golden room, the two bodyguards looked at Bruce very vigilantly.

"Sorry, sir, Mr. Fisk is not at home today. If there is anything, I can help tell you." A bodyguard walked towards Bruce in advance and stood in front of Bruce. He put his hand on Bruce's shoulder. .

It has to be said that even the bodyguards that Jin Bing found for himself were all big men with a height of more than 1.9 meters, which looked extremely intimidating.

Standing in front of Bruce, he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

"Oh, that's really unlucky. I managed to make an appointment today, but I didn't expect that Mr. Fisk would have something to do." Bruce looked annoyed when he said this, but he had already looked at these two people with his peripheral vision. The position of the pistol on the bodyguard's waist.

"Then you can only make an appointment again." The bodyguard saw this kind of thing a lot.

He just kept his icy demeanor.

"Okay, thank you." Bruce also put his hand on the bodyguard's shoulder, but moved it slightly towards the neck.

The bodyguard felt powerless all of a sudden, rolled his eyes and fell towards Bruce.

"Hey! What's wrong with you, brother? Are you okay?" Bruce supported the bodyguard quite worriedly.

Seeing this scene, another bodyguard did not rush over, but stood there cautiously, putting his hand on his waist.

He has no way to determine whether Bruce has done something, after all, there is physical contact between the two of them.

And he knows very well that there are many ways in this world that can make people comatose with just a little contact.

What if Bruce used this method to pass out his colleague?

"Please put my colleague where he is. Thank you for your cooperation." This bodyguard was indeed very conscientious. He stretched out his hand to signal Bruce to put his colleague on the ground.

But the other hand is always ready to draw a gun.

"Okay, no problem, you don't need to be nervous. I don't want you to shoot and kill me because of my mistake." Bruce looked very much like an ordinary person who met an accident.

"Look, I'm going to let him go." Even when Bruce was putting down the bodyguard, he was explaining the situation to another person.

Slowly lower the unconscious bodyguard to the ground.

The other bodyguard always felt that Bruce's behavior was a bit strange, but he didn't know what was wrong.

Bruce suddenly lifted the hem of the unconscious bodyguard's suit, and an anesthetic needle popped out of his hand and hit the other bodyguard's neck.

The bodyguard looked shocked and slowly fell down, covering his neck.

Even before he fell into coma, he kept his hands on his waist. It was obvious that he had always been wary of Bruce.

No matter how cunning a fox is, it can't beat a good hunter.

Bruce quite easily dragged the fainted bodyguard up and walked towards Jin Bin's door.

Set the two bodyguards aside nicely.

Bruce took off the anesthesia needle he had thrown.

Look at this incomparably small anesthetic artifact.

Bruce can only say that it is a product of Batman, simple and efficient.

But I have to say that Wilson Fisk is really confident in the security of his home. Even though he has left now, he has not locked the door.

Push lightly.

The home of this New York underground king has already opened the door to Bruce.

And that's where the bat dives in.