DC Tyrant

Wow! ! ! !

In an instant, the scene exploded.

From the reporter who was originally sitting in a chair, holding notes, and began to record how Bruce Wayne was going to start sophistry, they had completely thought about it.

Grasp the gaps in every sentence of Bruce Wayne, try hard to figure out, figure out the ambiguity of every sentence, and write a conclusive news report with hard thinking.

No need now, the whole scene was stunned for a moment, and then rioted.

The reporters stood up from the tables and chairs. The female reporter, who was originally very dignified, crossed her legs. A little forward to Bruce Wayne.

The on-site flashes kept flickering, and the silver-white light flickered non-stop.

"Excuse me, is it true?"

"Mr. Wayne, how do you feel about the identity of Batman in the night?"

"Excuse me, Batman, is it another joke of yours?"

"Excuse me, why did you become Batman?"

"Does Batman satisfy your wicked taste?"

"There are images showing that Batman also had a Batmobile and a Batplane. Would you allow us to take a look?"

"Is it a joke to openly challenge Gotham's law enforcement agencies, Mr. Batman?"

"May I ask how you will deal with the next underworld forces in Gotham? Batman!"

"Are you still going out tonight?"

In an instant, many reporters rushed forward, and the microphones were almost stuffed into Bati's face.

Not to mention the shock of the reporters, even the housekeeper beside Bruce, Alfred, was stunned.

Sir, this is not a good joke.

After Barty planned to speak again, Alfred stepped in directly, cut off the reporter's microphone, ordered the bodyguards present to keep the reporter away, and then ended the entire press conference.

The whole press conference shocked the world. Alfred wiped his sweat secretly. The master didn't tell him such a thing. I want to come out and stop talking.

There are so many things involved.

The stocks of the Gotham Group, the government, even the military, the Gotham City Government, the city councilors, a series of reactions, and even the gangsters in Gotham will retaliate. You must know that the gangsters in Gotham have been beaten by Batman in all likelihood. , Retaliation is simply an extremely normal thing.

What he was worried about was not his master, but the personal safety of Wayne Enterprises employees.

Alfred has started to have a headache.

"My friends from the press, this is the end of today's press conference. We will announce the relevant news later."

After Alfred finished speaking, he escorted Batty to leave on a road opened by the bodyguards.

Alfred's old body is still strong, the habits left over from the British secret service in the early years, and he has been exercising his body all the time, so he can handle anything efficiently and agilely.

After walking out of the meeting room, Alfred said helplessly in Batty's ear: "Master, I have not received your plan to admit that I am Batman. You know, you are not a person who knows how to joke. "

Batty smiled lightly, and he and Alfred walked towards the elevator following the marble floor where the figure was reflected.

"Plans are changing at any time, Alfred, and accidents may appear at any time."

Bady pulled the sides of his suit chest, and he looked at the glass wall of the passage next to him, reflecting Bruce's strong body in a close-fitting suit. , is a mature man worthy of trust.

"Then please tell me, sir, my old heart can't stand being scared."

"Sorry, Alfred, I'll let you know next!"

"Contact me the Elliott family, the Kane family, and the Copperpot family in Gotham. I will invite their principals to dinner tomorrow night to discuss the future of Gotham."

"In addition, Wayne's innovative network technology application department, let me be independent, I need to create something new."

"I will issue a plan to the Ministry of Military Industry and Weapons. Other events will be put on hold first, and will be manufactured according to my plan."

"I need the top of the U.S. military to contact the general meeting and tell them that I have a batch of weapons to discuss with them, and they will like it."

"Contact the Mayor of Gotham, the Gotham Police Department... Well... Forget it, this place is too corrupt, I will pass the US Congress to carry out a city-wide prism to improve the crime city plan."

"Is this mayor a supporter of our Wayne Group? That's right, Gordon is still a deputy director? We are supporting him and need to promote him to director as soon as possible."

"Finally, Alfred, I need a group of mercenaries, the best and most elite, about a thousand."

"My current personal assets are about 7.6 billion U.S. dollars. I squander them casually and invest them in this Gotham reform."

Batty stepped into the elevator calmly: "That's all for now."

Alfred's head was a little dizzy. Although he remembered what Badi said, "Master... what are you trying to do?"

Alfred followed Batty's figure into the elevator, and asked with a shocked expression. He smelled something unusual.

It seems that the master is about to carry out unprecedented reforms.

Just putting all his personal assets into what he said is enough to change a lot.

Not to mention, the master still owns a lot of shares in Wayne Enterprises, and the various industries and real estate under it are more than 100 billion US dollars. For a while, it is difficult to estimate his assets.

You have to know from the coming of Bati, you have to know that the present is only around 2000, and it is far from the time of 2018, when money will expand and billionaires will emerge in endlessly.

It is conceivable that Bruce's superpower is rich, not just talking.

But it's a pity that Barty doesn't take this little money seriously, because he is richer and has a bigger territory than Bruce, and he looks down on the meat of mosquito legs.

"Gotham is sick and will be seriously ill."

Barty said calmly.

The elevator door closed slowly, and the bright steel plate reflected Bruce's mature and stable face, with calm eyes. Alfred behind him frowned lightly, and was starting to plan, think, what his master said.

suddenly.

When the elevator doors are about to close.

A pair of big hands crossed into the elevator door that was about to close.

The elevator seemed to be gently moved by these big hands, and the feet trembled slightly, shaking for a while.

There was only a gap left in the elevator door, and the chirping, faster than sensing an object to open the door, was pushed open by the pair of big hands.

A dull-looking man with black glasses frames, his hair was a little messed up from running over, with a Metropolitan Daily reporter card hanging on his chest, he pushed open the elevator door as if he was struggling, and the bodyguards came one after another behind him. He raised his head while pulling.