Red Dead Redemption

evening.

Hong Fei took the lead and sat around the long table with eight people.

Chefs from the most expensive and best-rated restaurants in the region, carefully selected by the artificial intelligence Arthur, bring fresh ingredients to your door to make them.

There is no complicated etiquette, and everyone is very relaxed and tastes the food.

Hong Fei has Harleen on his left and Baine on his right.

It was not until today that Hong Fei knew that Bain's mask could be opened.

He needs to breathe in certain gases to maintain the state of his body and even his life, but that cannot be eaten as food.

It certainly doesn't need to be shown in the movie.

As we all know, the hero and heroine of the movie may not need to go to work, eat or even poop, or they may always have bullets in their guns, at least one more than the villain.

Further down is the witch and Gabriel.

The two no longer hated each other at this time, but they still habitually did not look at each other, and seemed to treat each other as invisible people in a tacit understanding.

Deadshot and Bloody Sports are still using their eyes to compete. Under the meal-sharing system, what one person eats, the other person will open his mouth to eat more of the same dishes, in order to crush the other side.

Bane was right, they were mentally retarded at times. .

The Ratcatcher and Nanaway were already engrossed in the food in front of them. Nanaway was not used to using knives, forks or chopsticks, so he had to lower his head and bury his entire face in the plate, with the shark fins behind him. Dangling, like a puppy's involuntarily raised tail when eating.

Compared with Marvel, the weirdness of this group of subordinates has soared.

This may be the difference in style between the two.

The door was pushed open, and nine restaurant service staff walked in with their plates.

Their senses were controlled by Hong Fei. In their eyes, everyone present was more handsome than a beautiful girl. There were absolutely no witches, sharks, prisoners and the like.

This dish is iced caviar.

When seeing him, Hong Fei thought of something.

Maybe someone has quietly weighed it in the kitchen.

Hong Fei felt a little regretful that he seemed to have missed an opportunity to get angry.

Harlin keenly captured the disappointment in his eyes, or in other words, she also kept paying attention to Hong Fei's state when she was eating.

"What's the matter dear?"

Hong Fei shook his head slightly and used a spoon to slap a little, then said, "A little less."

Harleen blinked ignorantly, and then...

Bang!

She slapped the table sharply, causing everyone to look at her at the same time.

Hong Fei is the same.

Harlin didn't hesitate at all, and said loudly: "Too little! One more serving, one serving per person, big serving!"

The waiter looked at him blankly.

Hong Fei: Good guy, have you seen the disciples too?

He said: "Let's have another one, a little more appropriately."

The waiter returned to his senses, nodded in apology, and turned to leave.

Harleen looked at him with a grin.

Hong Fei also responded with a smile: "Thank you."

"You're welcome!"

The witch looked at the interaction between the two, and there seemed to be a dark light flashing in her eyes. Of course she personally didn't need to eat, but poor Dr. June couldn't be hungry all the time.

After a long time, dinner is over.

The moon has risen.

Putting down the tableware, Hong Fei looked at the clock on the wall and said, "I'll give you an hour to rest and prepare. We will gather in the living room at 8:30."

Everyone nodded and dispersed.

During the break, the witch walked towards Hong Fei.

Harlene immediately moved towards Hong Fei, and cast her vigilant eyes at the same time.

The witch murmured in a low voice, stepped out, and turned into a pure-blooded human Dr. June wearing a professional attire.

She staggered slightly, but fortunately she quickly stood on the table.

She took a few deep breaths, then turned to look at Hong Fei: "Thank you, sir."

Hong Fei chuckled and shook his head: "You're welcome, and from now on you probably won't be able to be the archaeologist you used to be."

Zhu En nodded bitterly: "I know, I have communicated with her, and I can only accept this state."

"Actually, you don't have to be bitter, the witch's strength is not bad, and her possession is not without benefits for you, at least as long as she continues to exist in the future, you will be very safe in human society, and you It won't grow old again."

June smiled, reluctantly, but at least she didn't resist.

...

Bat cave.

Bruce is sitting in front of the computer in a suit.

Alfred brought the teacup and placed it beside him: "Master, your black tea."

"Thank you, Fu, come and help me see this."

"No problem, Master Wayne."

Alfred put his eyes on the screen.

"An old photo?"

"Yes, the address in the photo is Belgium, and it was taken in November 1918."

Alfred nodded and commented: "Well, it looks very historical. In November 1918, that was the end of the First World War."

"Well, what else?"

"Also? Let's see, myself, four soldiers, standing in the middle is a woman. If I read correctly, she should be wearing armor under her black coat, and a round shield in her left hand?"

Bruce patted the table lightly and pointed at the woman in the middle of the photo: "Yes, remember her appearance."

Alfred took a few hard glances, and then nodded: "Remember."

Bruce tapped lightly on the keyboard, and the picture on the screen suddenly changed.

A colorful photo takes its place.

The women in the photos are smiling brightly and wearing modern clothes and hairstyles.

"Wow!" Alfred exclaimed. "She looks so pretty and has long legs. With all due respect, sir, she's probably much taller than you."

The corners of Bruce's eyes twitched slightly: "A'Fu."

"Okay, I know what you're trying to say, the woman in 1918 hasn't gotten old yet?"

"That's right, Alfred, and she has been active in this world since that era." With that said, Bruce called up a lot of pictures around the big screen. Although these photos or videos are a bit blurry, After processing, you can always find the characteristics of the 1918 photos, and the time of these things spans nearly a hundred years.

Alfred stared at the screen for a while, then looked down at Bruce: "Master Wayne, what do you want to do?"

"I'm going to talk to her and maybe get her to agree to go with me."

"By the way, come up with a way to target her?"

"Well, it should," Bruce admitted without hesitation.

Alfred straightened up and turned his head. There were many mechanical devices in the space behind him, and transparent glass cabins were neatly arranged on the wall at the other end.

He looked at the armor in the cabin and said in a gentle tone: "Master, let me remind you that we have two big plans now, one is the 'anti-Superman plan' and the other is the 'anti-robber plan' The former is divided into 31 sub-projects, of which 20 need to be improved; while the latter currently has 22 sub-projects, none of which has been completed so far. Let me guess, you are now thinking about A beautiful lady with a big package?"

Bruce didn't change his face and said: "I'm not afraid that there are always unfinished matters in my hands. On the contrary, I am more afraid of losing these ideas. In addition, the anti-robbery plan now has a total of thirty sub-projects."

"Young master, you are too tired, your body has just recovered not long ago, you should give yourself a holiday first. The doctor specially reminded me that if you still maintain high-intensity activities, then your spine may have old injuries. If it relapses, he may not be able to treat you again. In addition, you have been staying in the Batcave for the past few days and have not left, and I have one thing to tell you. "

Bruce looked up: "What?"

Alfred said softly, "Someone escaped from Arkham."

Bruce frowned instantly, and his hands gripping the armrest of the chair couldn't help but clench tightly.

He asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

Alfred paused before saying, "Bane."

"Impossible!" Bruce stood up instantly, "His cell is the strongest, and in fact no one in Arkham has the authority to open the cell door. The only one who can open that door is me!"

Alfred nodded and said softly: "Yes, Master, the cell you built for him is indeed very strong, and the door cannot be opened by physical means beyond your control. However, the door does not opened."

"Then how did he escape? The vents are not as thick as his fingers, and all six sides are made of metal. As long as it senses contact, it will discharge immediately."

"Yes, I know all this, I participated in the design, didn't I?" Alfred pressed Bruce on the shoulder to let him sit down, and then said: "I have seen it, the door has not been opened, the cell has not been opened. There are no signs of damage on all six sides."

Bruce raised his head in disbelief: "But the man is gone?"

"yes."

"So, Alfred, you want to tell me that he disappeared out of thin air?"

Alfred helplessly pursed his lips and nodded slowly: "I'm afraid that's the case."

Bruce fell silent.

He would not doubt Alfred~www.wuxiaspot.com~ because the other party is the person he trusts most, no one.

Alfred quickly said again: "Master, don't worry for now. Bane is indeed gone, we don't know whether he escaped from prison or really disappeared from the world, but I think you must be very concerned about another thing. Interested, perhaps, it will not only allow you to find clues about Bane's disappearance, but also provide some help for your 'anti-robbery plan'."

Bruce raised his head suddenly and said angrily, "Did you do it on purpose?"

Alfred shrugged.

Then, he turned on the big screen on the other end, and it was Harleen on the screen.

Bruce narrowed his eyes and quickly said, "Harlene Quezel, a psychiatrist, I remember her, and I signed a research grant for her myself."

"Yes, she is beautiful."

Bruce: ? ? ?

Alfred smiled and continued: "Today she should be on vacation, but she continues to work, which is not surprising, she used to do this often. But what is more special is that she brought a research assistant today. Entered the prison, and the assistant came to him yesterday morning, and he spent a day and a night in Dr. Quetzel's room."

Speaking of which, Alfred looked at Bruce and paused deliberately.

Bruce originally listened carefully with his arms in his arms, but after Alfred paused for two seconds, he sighed calmly: "Should I change a housekeeper?"

Alfred laughed again and continued.

"After they entered the prison, they didn't communicate psychologically with the corresponding criminals as planned. Of course, what's even more strange is that after the incident, I personally checked all the video materials in the prison and found that there was no problem at first glance in the surveillance video. , she and her assistant never appeared."