End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The rooftop of the unfinished building!

The cat was sleeping soundly on a beach chair, in an indecent sleeping position, weak and boneless, spreading out like liquid.

Simply put, the cat sleeps flat and sometimes drips off the beach chair like water.

The reason for the sleepiness is that this cat is not a good cat. It is always on the go and looking around. With Russell, a shit-shoveling officer who is willing to spend a lot of money and serve him with good food and drink, he is still not satisfied. He went crazy at a wild woman's house last night. It was only at dawn that I swayed and dragged my tired body home.

Knowing that the cat has extraordinary abilities, Russell deliberately checked the relevant information and determined that it was a ruthless Egyptian cat.

The whole body is gray, with leopard-like markings on the hair. It is of medium size and belongs to the spotted tabby species. Because the cat species naturally forms spot-like patterns, it is known as the "small leopard".

The most amazing thing is that between the eyebrows on its forehead, there is a scarab-like pattern.

Russell doesn't know much about cats, and his requirements are not high, as long as he can masturbate, he has to admit that in terms of appearance, this Egyptian cat is very marketable, and a bunch of shovels licking their faces will come up to them when they wave their hands.

At this time, the sun was shining brightly, and Russell was sitting under a parasol in a flowered shirt and beach pants, fanning himself.

It was out of the question to fan the Egyptian Pussy, a flirtatious fellow who smelled like a wild woman, and Russell decided to let it hang out for four or five hours before forgiving it.

He is fanning, he is grilling!

The big gold chain is too vulgar, full of the nouveau riche's sense of sight, which does not fit his refined and elegant attitude towards life. Therefore, although it is the configuration of sunglasses + barbecue, it is a starlight sapphire cross necklace hanging around the neck.

This is very elegant, very low-key!

The roof door was pushed open, and the new assistant with a deep career line trotted to Russell: "Boss, a distinguished guest came to visit and is waiting in the office, wanting to meet with you."

Russell flipped through the barbecue, raised his brows: "Your guest! How expensive is it?"

"The very expensive one should be the most expensive in Gotham."

"Oh, let him come up, I'm too lazy to go down."

The assistant asked: "But... Boss, he is Bruce Wayne, the chairman of Wayne Group. I think it's better for you to go to the office to meet him in person."

Russell stopped what he was doing, pulled on his sunglasses, looked up at the female assistant, and found that he couldn't see the face, so he leaned back a bit, and his vision became clear.

The assistant was uncomfortable seeing Russell's eyes, and stammered: "Boss, is there something wrong?"

"It's not wrong, it's very wrong! You took my salary, but turned your elbow to the chairman of Wayne Group. Tell me, what use do I need you for?"

Russell's tone was dissatisfied: "You don't have to come to work tomorrow, go to Wayne Group to report!"

"But... but boss, today is my first day at work!"

The female assistant was in a daze. What happened? Why did she suddenly lose her job? Could it be that her career line can't be arranged?

Boom!

The door to the roof was pushed open again, Bruce's face was like a spring breeze, with a bright smile: "Russell, my old friend, what made you furious, can you tell me?"

"Bruce, why are you here? Really, you came as soon as you said you would, without any prior notice." Russell threw down his fan, stood up with a smile, and stepped forward to give Bruce a hug.

The reunion after a long absence is always touching. The two laughed and patted their old friend's back vigorously, as if the pat was light, and they couldn't express how happy they were.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Bang——

Patting and clapping, Bruce couldn't take it anymore, and seeing that he was about to cough up blood, he pushed Russell away heavily, took a breath and said with a smile: "Dude, why are you angry? Did I make your assistant difficult?"

"Yeah, she said you were waiting for me in the office, and suggested that I go down to meet you in person. Look at what she said, she doesn't understand the relationship between us at all." Russell held Bruce, and the two sat opposite each other by the grill and complained: "She takes my salary, but puts you first. I saw her licking you like this. In a fit of anger,

Let her go to work at Wayne Corporation tomorrow. ".

"Small things, don't worry about them."

Bruce smiled heartily, turned to look at the female assistant, found that she couldn't see the other's face, leaned back to see clearly, and handed over a business card: "Go to the Human Resources Department of the Wayne Foundation tomorrow, give my name, and they will arrange for you suitable position."

"Thank you, Mr. Wayne."

The assistant bent down, paused for a second, took the business card with both hands, and left the rooftop smiling like a flower.

As for the former boss Russell, the female assistant said that she no longer remembered who he was.

Russell rolled his eyes when he saw this, and said in a bad mood: "Bruce, what are you doing here, playboy, let's talk about it first, if it's a party where you basically don't wear clothes, I've already quit."

"Dude, I heard that your piece of shit has been reheated and stinks again, so I made a special trip to visit you. But you have such an attitude that you don't say a word. Is it because I don't wear white flowers on my chest?"

Bruce has a pleasant face and always abides by the principles of politeness of the Wayne family.

"Don't say that, if I wasn't in a good mood last night, I should be the one wearing white flowers and singing and dancing on the grave today!" Russell smiled slightly, picked up a medium-cooked meat skewer from the grill, and handed it to Bruce. past.

Bruce took the meat skewers, put them on the grill, opened a bottle of beer, and drank freely: "It's impressive, you have changed a lot, I thought you would deny it directly."

"The mask is not used to protect myself, but to protect the people around me. Unfortunately, there is no one around me. It is the same to admit and deny." Russell said something that only two people could understand.

"Then I'll get down to business..."

Bruce put away his cynical face, and said indifferently: "Death knell, what are you going to do? Also, where did you get the power from?"

"Bruce, since you've changed into Batman's vest, shouldn't the voice be changed too, with that... I don't know what you're talking about without reading the subtitles."

As Russell said, he picked up a skewer of barbecue and said while eating: "Beat Zombie Sauce, and shut up with the dead short mother Bertman!"

"..."

Bruce didn't say a word and had no sense of humor. Russell shrugged: "You are too boring. A hero who walks in the dark should smile more. Believe me, if you carry out justice with a grinning face, you can guarantee criminals They dare not go out at night."

"Answer my question, where do you get your power from?"

"Where else can I come from, of course I am myself!"

Bruce said disdainfully: "Hehe, just rely on your piece of shit?"

Russell responded with disdain: "Don't look down on people, you are also a piece of shit during the day, it is not your privilege to pretend to be a sand sculpture, and I will too."

No, you are not pretending, you are a real sand sculpture!

The two looked at each other, and Russell noticed Bruce's contempt, and led him away from the rooftop with a cold snort to his gym.

Russell pointed to the scrapped vertical propulsion glider in the corner: "Believe it or not, I built this machine myself."

"In this gym? Where are the tools? Don't tell me, you use a hammer?"

"Your forehead is so big, and your hairline is starting to struggle. You are really smart..."

As Russell said, he picked up the newly purchased hammer and stepped forward, banging and banging. While Bruce was stunned, he smashed the scrapped glider back to its original state.

"Is this your ability?"

Bruce squinted his eyes slightly, suppressing the horror in his heart. His money making ability was already very unreasonable, but compared with Russell, it was nothing worth mentioning.

"Okay, Batman, do you have any questions? If not, turn right ahead and I won't see you off."

Bruce said coldly: "Whether you really want to be a superhero or not, let me warn you first, if you dare to do anything wrong in Gotham, I will definitely make you pay the price, because I am..."

"Because you are Baiteman!"

Russell rushed to answer, leaving Bruce speechless, and continued: "I understand what you mean, after all, Gotham is bombed again, and the city can't stand too much trouble."

"It's good that you understand."

Russell said earnestly: "Believe me, my childhood dream was to become a superhero, fight against crime, and maintain justice and peace. My childhood dream has supported my efforts until now. I can feel my conscience and say that I am a good person. Never did anything illegal."

"Hmph, the loan sharks under your control don't think so."

Russell frowned: "Why, Batman, who is full of justice, wants to seek justice for the loan sharks?"

"I'm not that boring."

Bruce is indeed not so holy, he is a dark knight, different from the positive superhero, but he is not an anti-hero with extreme methods, and the loan shark is not within his bottom line.

"In this case, let's end this unpleasant exchange!" Russell raised his hand and pointed: "Turn right ahead and you will be at the gate. If you don't go, I will let you leave manually."

"Batman and Deathstroke really have nothing to talk about, but..." Bruce turned his face coldly, and turned into a brainless rich second generation: "But Bruce Wayne and Russell still have a debt dispute, which needs to be dealt with."

Bruce didn't believe a word of Russell's nonsense, even if he believed it, the corresponding emergency measures would continue to be implemented.

However, now he still has a very difficult matter to deal with. The photos in Russell's hand, hundreds of black histories, must be destroyed as soon as possible.

"Debt disputes..."

Russell pursed his lips, and was about to explain something, when a stack of loan contracts was slapped on his face, a total of 50 million dollars, which made his face turn blue.

Russell was not unprepared, he dug a hole last night: "About the debt, my vertical propulsion glider is worth 200 million US dollars, how should this account be settled?"

Bruce chuckled: "That was broken by Batman, he's gone, and now I'm Bruce Wayne, it's useless to talk to me."

The implication is that Batman's matter has nothing to do with him, Bruce Wayne. Batman broke the glider, so he should go to Batman for compensation.

Russell's eyes were unfriendly: "According to what you said, Deathstroke's posting of Batman's jade photos on the Internet tonight has nothing to do with me, Russell!"

"..." X2

The scene became solemn in an instant, and Bruce stood up in a cold voice, walking towards the door.

"I will ask a lawyer to talk to you about the debt. Be mentally prepared and wait for the court summons! If you can't afford it, this building will be in my name. As for you...leave Gotham !"

Looking at the back of Bruce leaving, Russell shook his head again and again: "The clown is right, Batman has schizophrenia, he should move into Arkham."

Thirty seconds later, he clapped his hands and hurriedly checked the room. With Batman's sinister intentions, he must have left something in the room.

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