The God Killer in the American Comics World

The happiness of rich people is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

The opposite is also true.

Last night, he picked up the body in front of the bodyguard, the housekeeper and the maid, and he couldn't hide it from anyone.

What about today?

Louis and the others didn't talk, but they all had strange expressions asking:

Is the body going to sink to the bottom of the sea?

Boss, is this first X and then kill?

You used to be a playboy, but now you finally take that step, right?

The housekeeper in his fifties was still powerful. He silently turned off the tablet computer, and the "Beauty List" on it flashed by, then he straightened his body and rolled his eyes at Louis and the others: "What are you thinking about, this lady is just not in a good state."

Anger, whose scalp was numb, held it in for a long time before he uttered a sentence: "It's not what you think. She, she is an extraordinary person like Batman. I plan to place her in my island holiday home."

Oh——

The three of them immediately showed a relieved expression.

This kind of time bomb-like person is kept at home, and it is unknown when it will explode. It is better to send it away quickly.

If they handled it casually last night, Louis and his friends' attitudes were much more serious today. They first called the maid to move the unconscious Wonder Woman onto a beach chair that served as a stretcher, and then carried her to the extended Lincoln downstairs.

Butler Frank silently opened the tablet again, revealing the "Collection of Beauties" inside: "Master, I have no right to question your decision, but I think that mortal girls are more suitable for you."

On ordinary days, Ange would inevitably sigh: Ah! This tablet is so white, no, so big!

Now, two black lines climbed up Ange's forehead: "I, that... uh..."

He was like a nine-turn large intestine that had not been cooked before falling into his pants, and nothing he said could explain it.

He was so angry that he simply didn't reply and strode downstairs.

The butler's voice came from behind: "Master, I will ask the maid to prepare the holiday home on the island."

Ange's mind was in a mess.

As a core member of the [Justice League], Wonder Woman is the best choice in terms of character and combat power. He had no reason to sell her out.

Wonder Woman is sexy, beautiful, and extremely loyal. The only bad thing is that whoever becomes her husband must be prepared to die twice.

This hellish joke is really cold!

Along the way, Ange didn't even have the heart to appreciate the furnishings in his luxury car and the beautiful scenery around him.

For safety, the butler sent out all the bodyguards around him, and two bulletproof SUVs protected the front and back of the extended Lincoln.

A total of eight bodyguards were equipped with legally modified 100-round M4 automatic rifles.

This is very necessary in Gotham City, which has good law and order.

Ange was still very panicked.

Having money and ability is a happy thing in most worlds, but in Gotham, you must at least have the ability to develop black technology to save your life.

This lineup is okay against the Penguin Gang's miscellaneous soldiers. As long as any opponent of Wonder Woman jumps out, he can only type GG in joy.

Call the police?

Don't even think about it.

Other police stations at most add some ink to water, while the Gotham Police Department adds water to black mud. Except for Police Chief Gordon, I don't know who else is clean.

In fact, the moment he went out, Ange thought about keeping a low profile, but unfortunately this is Gotham City where Murphy's Law frequently occurs - then the worst thing will definitely happen.

Ange decided to arm himself to the teeth.

His motorcade had just driven out of his suburban mansion, and it was only driving along the edge of Gotham City for less than ten minutes, and he suddenly felt a palpitation.

Instinctively thought it was an illusion, because when he turned his head and looked over, the three-story abandoned house with only a frame left seemed to have no one.

If there is no feeling, then there must be something wrong!

Ange gritted his teeth: "Everyone be alert, we are being targeted."

Louis and the others were immediately awed, and silently put their fingers on the safety of their rifles.

The motorcade drove out of sight, and a beautiful figure flashed behind the iron frame on the third floor of the broken building.

She had a hot body, wearing a black leather jacket and fishnet stockings. If Ange saw her, he would definitely find that she was the beauty who sang on stage in the nightclub last night.

She turned on the headset and whispered: "Boss, my surveillance seems to have been discovered. The target's firepower configuration is good. I saw at least five big guys."

A low and indifferent voice came from the other side: "It doesn't matter, Miss Lance, please continue to stalk."

"Yes, Boss!"

Two minutes later, Ange in the car received an [unknown call].

He knew that he had to answer this call: "Hello!"

A low and deep male voice came from the other side of the phone: "No one can take away anything that does not belong to him from the [Black Mask Club]."

Ange felt a chill from the tail vertebrae to the back of the head, and the whole person was frozen.

Damn it!

How stupid was the previous owner of this body to go to the lair of Roman * Bove * Sionis, one of the several black bosses in Gotham City, nicknamed [Black Mask], to have fun?

Not to mention that he has a mission that will kill him if he fails, even if he just traveled through time and couldn't figure out the current situation in Gotham, he couldn't sell out Wonder Woman. This is his bottom line.

Besides, the black mask is nothing!

Ange also replied in a deep voice: "That's nothing! That's Mr. Bruce Wayne's guest. Mr. Sionis, are you sure you want to be an enemy of the Wayne family?"

Ange didn't know whether the [Justice League] was established at this point in time.

Mr. Wei, since you claim to be the guardian of Gotham City, if you don't take the blame, who will?

Ange's method of using a tiger skin as a banner immediately caused the opponent to become entangled.

The dark world is inextricably linked to the rich.

The prerequisite for getting rich is to have money first.

There are not so many rich people, where can they steal money?

Not to mention that Ange took advantage of the time traveler's information asymmetry to reveal the identity of the other party and even brought out Mr. Wayne's brand.

This time, Mr. Black Mask was knocked dizzy.

This situation is the most tangled. The other party knows your details, but you don’t know the other party’s details. As a careful boss, Black Mask had to consider more things, became rebellious, and hung up the phone silently.

Siannis was extremely irritated and yelled at one of his assistants: "Have you not found out the roots of that kid?"

The assistant timidly said: "We can't find it. We can only confirm that he has a black gold-level bank card at Wayne Bank, and his credit rating is four A's."

"What the hell?"

"Well, customer information of this level will be treated as top secrets of the bank and strictly protected."

"what else?"

"The usage permissions of this black card are a bit strange. It does not allow any investment or entry into the casino. It is only allowed for my daily consumption."

"What? What kind of setup is this? Is he Bruce Wayne's biological son?"

The assistant shrank his neck and stopped talking.

Here, listening to the busy tone on the phone, a smile appeared on Ange's lips.

The bodyguard Louis, who was sitting opposite Ange, looked at Wonder Woman who was lying on the handmade leather sofa with frowning from time to time, then looked at his boss and swallowed: "This lady really belongs to Mr. Wayne. Distinguished guest?"

"Of course. But Mr. Wayne is not free now, so we can only protect her temporarily."

The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief.

After scaring away the black mask, Ange's heart was still high. Because the projection screen on his retina showed that Wonder Woman was overflowing with a faint amount of divine power.

Most of it is nothing in the eyes of mortals, but in the eyes of extraordinary people, she is undoubtedly a beacon in the dark night, extremely dazzling.

"Damn it." Ange complained and thought to himself: Does my gold finger only have a useless display function?

As if sarcastic to someone, one of Ange's skills was highlighted on his retina:

[Basic Shooting Level 5]!

As a playboy from Gotham City, he usually shoots when he has nothing to do. This is very "beaver".

Based on his memory, Ange silently opened a hidden compartment next to his seat and took out a short MP5K submachine gun that was only about thirty centimeters long.

In urban warfare, this thing provides unparalleled flexibility.

He pulled out the 30-round magazine and checked it. After thinking about it, he replaced it with the crazy 120-round magazine.

Not only that, he also put on his body armor silently.

His actions made the faces of the two bodyguards opposite him paler.

This is not over yet.

Ange took out two grenades, pinned them to the inside of his crotch, and rolled his eyes at the other person: "As an honest and law-abiding good citizen, it makes sense to hide mines in your crotch, right?"

Louis laughed dryly: "It's very reasonable! It's very reasonable!"

As they talked, they inserted bulletproof metal inserts into their body armor and put on tactical helmets.

Now, the bodyguards have been upgraded directly from ordinary close-fitting Kevlar body armor to 'full armor'.

Then……

If nothing else, there will be an accident.

Just as the convoy was driving past an abandoned factory, several heads suddenly poked out of the pile of scrap metal, and a few lights immediately lit up.

Louis was so frightened that his face turned pale, and while rushing towards Ange, he shouted in a changed voice: "Apiji——"