The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Batman is watching a survey report on the soil pollution of natural forest land in the study of Wayne Manor. This is actually Fox's arrangement of people. The purpose is to find some trouble for Charabon Chemical Factory to bid in bidding for their competition in GTO.

Batman expected that there would be pollution in the chemical factory, but he did not expect that the pollution would be so serious, and it started from so early. Looking at the terrible value, Batman couldn't help rubbing his forehead.

Although it is too late, it cannot be governed, but the governance has to spend money, and the budget of investing in the GTO cannot be moved. Where can I find this money?

Just as Batman was thinking, he suddenly heard a sound from the garden. He bowed his head and was facing a pair of big brown eyes full of anger.

Again, a petite black figure jumped to the balcony on the second floor and rushed into his study.

Batman knew that he was still Bruce Wayne now. He made a frightened expression, but the cat woman didn't give him face at all, and he slapped it.

"You damn scammer! You and your associates are pursued by me! Did you expected long ago?!"

Batman was beaten, and the cat woman scolded there: "If you didn't become an ice cubes and smashed it on me at that time, I would not be caught at all, nor would I be seen by that watching people. Men's calculation "

"Okay now, I can't go to the airport at all, they will soon mobilize the police to catch me! If I go to jail, don't think about it!"

From her continuous scolding, Batman summarized some facts.

This guy was a thief. He entered the Wayne Manor to steal things last night. He met Bruce frozen into ice cubes. He was caught by Schiller and might be pitted by him. Chase.

Batman touched his cheek, and then said, "You calm down, I am also a victim."

"You are a fart!" The cat woman stared fiercely at him and said, "You and the guy must have been calculated! Where is he? I want to scratch his face!"

"He is in Gotham Police Station."

The cat woman was holding her neck, making a short voice, and then some of them looked at Batman's eyes suspiciously, "He was arrested in the police station?"

"It's over, this is over." The Cat Woman turned around, and she said: "If he explains everything, the damn ghost will definitely not let me go, no, I have to find a way to run ..."

"Where are you going?"

"Everyone, anyway, you have to leave Gotham anyway. If they know what I see, I will definitely want my life."

Batman immediately became alert. He said, "What did you see?"

The cat woman realized that she was missing, and she hurriedly covered her mouth and waved her hand and said, "No, nothing."

Batman stared at her.

The cat woman also noticed that it was wrong now. She looked at Bruce up and down, and then said, "Kuo, are you a bit too calm?"

Her sight passed by Batman to see the documents on the desk, she drilled from the side of Batman, picked up the document on the desk and said, "Natural forest land soil pollution test report? It turned out to be an environmental guard?"

Then she looked at the next document and talked about the approximate information of the protesters. The cat woman immediately thought of what she thought of. There must be no time to control me, I can take the opportunity to slip. "

"‘ Where they? ”Batman said softly, and then he then asked:“ Are you familiar with the Charabon Chemical Factory? ”

"Uh, how can you do it?" The cat woman smiled and said, "I have to be responsible for that situation in this situation now, can you buy me again and let me board the plane smoothly "" "

Batman stared at her without talking.

"Hey, this is boring. At that time, you fell from upstairs and hit me, and then I was caught. If there was no you, all this would not happen. You really have to help me."

"where are you going?"

"I think it is Hawaii, but it is a bit unsuccessful. Maybe it’ s good to go to Hong Kong. I have already wanted to go there for shopping. "

"That's not enough insurance." Batman said: "They are rich people. In the world, they have their own people in any rich city and resort. Running there is equivalent to self -containing network."

"Then where can I go? Don't you go to the desert?"

"I have a good idea." Batman leaned calmly.

But the catwoman's intuition was very keen, jumped to the balcony, and then said, "Don't you say it is your bed? You damn rogue! Are you rich people so perverted?"

"Who was wearing a tights in my study in the middle of the night?" Batman asked back.

"This is not a tights, this is night clothing! Forget it, you don't understand anyway, I warn you, don't want to catch me, you can never catch a cat."

After speaking, the cat woman jumped down from the window sill, and her healthy and flexible figure disappeared into the night.

But Batman suddenly had an impulse. He put down the information in his hand and came to the bat cave. He wore Batman's equipment. Another black figure was also incorporated into the night. Meet your identity.

One minute after Batman left, a figure appeared in the Wayne Manor. Schiller entered Batman's study and picked up the documents on his table.

Schiller knew that this protest was Batman's trouble for the boss behind the chemical plant, and what he wanted was the identity information of the protesters. These should be people carefully selected by Batman or his good assistant.

Schiller turned the pages one by one, took pictures with his mobile phone and sent them to the Pale Knight.

"Find a way to contact them, Mr. Mayor, this will be your first sharp blade to shatter the darkness next."

The Pale Knight was lying on the bed in Arkham Asylum at this time. He received Schiller's photos and once again lamented his madness. How did he get into Batman's study and take these things?

He really couldn't curb his curiosity and sent such a question, and Schiller only answered with a simple word-"honey trap".

This only made the Pale Knight more confused, because he really couldn't imagine what kind of beauty could take down Batman.

However, the Pale Knight still looked at the list of those people carefully, and then he found that Schiller was right. This group of people should indeed be the sharp blade to shatter the darkness.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and book in the forum!

They are not just environmentalists who are paid to do things. Fox is not so rough in his work. Those who talk about ideology but are full of business in their hearts dare not confront the police. The police will run away after scolding them. They can't achieve the purpose of causing trouble at all.

The people Fox is looking for are good people with real conscience. To be more precise, they are those who have experienced social beatings and have almost nothing, but have never intended to accept their fate.

Gotham is known as the city of sin, but there are at least a dozen sin cities in the United States. The most different and attractive thing about Gotham from other sin cities is that there is never a lack of resistance spirit here.

They are shrouded in heavy clouds and do not see the sun, are muddle-headed under the erosion of various pollutions, and struggle to survive under the oppression of the elite class.

But once a real disaster comes, they will still choose to pick up guns to defend their homes. Even if this home is already dilapidated, there are quite a few people who do not run for their lives or accept their fate, but must fight fate to the end.

In the eyes of many people, this is very crazy. Why struggle when there is no hope? Why not leave if you can?

But this is precisely the true spiritual core of the city of Gotham. If the madness of the people of Gotham is dismantled and those parts that they can't do anything about are removed, the few remaining personal wishes are to use their existence to shout out against the darkness of this city and this country.

The Wayne family has ruled this city for so many years, and Batman will not fail to understand all this. It's just that under the existing system, the unsystematic violent resistance of the hard-boned people will only make them bruised and bruised. Excessive support for their resistance is to support them to die.

But this does not mean that Batman will not use other methods to improve their situation and keep their thoughts and spirits alive.

This protest is like this. Batman found a good reason for them, provided them with funds, and greeted them with the police, so that they can use their brute force and passion in the right place.

The Pale Knight does not deny that this is doing good things, but Batman's origin is destined to make him unable to truly lead this group of people. He can only hide behind the scenes and guide them in another way.

But he was different. Since he had already shaped himself into the patron saint of the lower class, he could not give up on the strong who had never given up fighting even at the bottom, except for the real weak who were fragile and could do nothing but cry.

They were even more powerful than the rich who controlled most of the city's resources. Even though Gotham was always covered with dark clouds and heavy rain, the Pale Knight could still see the burning flames of the soul on their faces, almost burning his eyes.

The Pale Knight opened his phone again and saw the headlines pushed to him.

In the center of the headline photo was a middle-aged man, thin and dry, with eyes sunken deep in his eye sockets but very bright. He held up a protest sign and walked in front of everyone, roaring angrily.

They called him "Gladiator Willy". His face was full of traces of suffering, and his soul said that he had never been defeated.

Compared with his expression, the gray high-rise buildings in the distance, the layers of dark clouds, and the angular chemical plants all looked pale and despicable.

After turning off his phone, the Pale Knight lay on the hospital bed and looked at the ceiling. The feeling of pulling and struggling in his body was getting weaker and weaker. He understood that the Joker was dying.

The Pale Knight did not feel happy, but just felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if something that should not exist suddenly disappeared, and he felt empty as if he was a jerk.

He felt that he had no time to indulge in emptiness. Although the Joker might not appear again, long-term medication almost completely destroyed his body and overwhelmed his spirit. Otherwise, he would not lie here. He needed to recover and regroup as soon as possible.

Picking up the phone again, the Pale Knight decided to look at the news related to the protest again, so that he would have something to talk about when he was trying to win the support of this group of people.

He will definitely be able to impress them, the Pale Knight thought, because he would never just shout slogans, he would fulfill his promise.

But when he turned on the phone again, what was pushed to him was a bloody red. In the photo of the news headline, Gladiator Willy was lying in a pool of blood.

"The protesters were shot and killed due to violent resistance to the law enforcement of the police. The Challa Bang Chemical Factory announced the establishment of a natural forest land protection fund.

The pale knight's hands appeared.