DC Tyrant

Whoa! ! ! !

In an instant, the scene exploded.

From the reporter sitting in the chair, holding a note and starting to record how Bruce Wayne was going to start quibbling, they had completely thought about it.

Catch the gaps in every sentence of Bruce Wayne's words, try hard to speculate, figure out the ambiguity of each sentence, and write a conclusive news report with force and thought.

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

The reporters stood up from the desks and chairs. The female reporter, who had been very dignified at first, put her legs on her legs. A little bit before to Bruce Wayne.

The spot flashes kept flashing, and the silver-white light kept flashing.

"Is it true?"

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

"Excuse me, Batman, is it your joke again?"

"Why did you become Batman?"

"Has Batman satisfied your bad tastes?"

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

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

"Excuse me, how do you deal with the next Gotham underworld forces? Batman!"

"Are you going to be out tonight?"

In an instant, many reporters rushed up, and the microphone almost shoved into Badi's face.

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

Sir, this is not a good joke.

After Buddy was about to speak again, Alfred jumped in directly, cut off the reporter's microphone, and ordered the bodyguards present to keep the reporters isolated, and then ended the entire press conference.

The whole press conference can be described as shocking the world. Alfred secretly wiped a sweat, but the master didn't tell him such a thing, even if he knew that his master was very intelligent and had various plans in the morning, it was inevitable Go out and stop talking.

There are so many things involved.

The stock of the Gotham Group, the official, even the military, the Gotham city government, city councilors, a series of reactions, and even Gotham's gangster revenge, you must know that Gotham's gangster has been beaten by Batman nine times out of ten , revenge is simply a normal thing.

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

Alfred was already having a headache.

"Dear reporters, today's press conference ends here. We will announce the relevant news later."

After Alfred finished speaking, he guarded the road opened up by the bodyguards and protected Bardi away.

Alfred's old body is still strong, the habits left over from the British agents in the early years, and the constant exercise of the body, can effectively and quickly handle anything.

After walking out of the conference room, Alfred said helplessly in Buddy's ear: "Master, I didn't receive your plan to admit that I was Batman. You know, you are not a joker. "

Buddy smiled lightly, and he followed Alfred to the elevator following the marble floor reflecting the figure.

"Plans change at any time, Alfred, surprises can come at any time."

Buddy pulled the sides of his suit on the chest. He looked at the glass wall of the next passage, reflecting Bruce's sturdy body. The suit was close-fitting. , is a mature man worthy of trust.

"Then please let me know, sir, my old heart can't stand it."

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

"Contact me the Elliott family, the Kane family, and the Cobot 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, give me independence, I need to create something new."

"I will issue a plan to the Ministry of Military Industry and Weapons, and other events will be put on hold first and 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, it's too corrupt here, I will pass the U.S. Congress, carry out a city-wide prism, and improve the crime city plan."

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

"Finally, Alfred, I need a group of mercenaries, the best, the most sophisticated, about a thousand or so."

"My current personal assets are about 7.6 billion US dollars, which I just squandered and invested in this Gotham reform."

Bardi stepped into the elevator indifferently: "That's all for now."

Alfred's head was a little dizzy, although he said he remembered what Bardi said, but, "Master... What are you trying to do?"

Alfred entered the elevator following Bardi's figure and asked with a shocked expression. He smelled an unusual smell.

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

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

Not to mention, the master still has many shares in Wayne Enterprises, and the various industries and real estates under it exceed more than 100 billion US dollars. For a time, it is difficult to estimate his assets.

From the advent of Badi, you must know that it is around 2000, and it is far from the time in 2018 when money is inflated and billionaires are emerging one after another.

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

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

"Gotham is sick and is going to be seriously ill."

Bardi said calmly.

The elevator door closed slowly, and the bright steel plate reflected Bruce's mature and steady face, and his eyes were calm. Behind Alfred frowned, he was starting to plan, think, and speak from his master.

suddenly.

When the elevator doors are about to close.

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

The elevator seemed to be gently pulled by these big hands, and the foot trembled slightly and swayed.

The elevator door with a gap left, chirping, faster than sensing an object to open the door, was pushed open by these big hands.

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