Marvel – Immortal Path

Li Ang hid his figure into the darkness again, he flexibly climbed onto the roof against the wall, took out the cellphone, and slowly searched the Internet about the house called Dalton. All picture information of the luxury hotel.

Elevator style, surveillance cameras, security configuration, employee access... These information are gathered in Li Ang's mind, and gradually piece together the appearance of the entire hotel.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and after taking two steps back, he sprinted abruptly, stretched his body as he jumped out of the edge of the roof, gliding and landed outside the window of a free guest room in the hotel.

Grasping the narrow stone cracks along the window with the palm of his hand, Li Ang swayed his body well, moved to the position of the utility room, turned over and jumped in.

Obviously this hotel is not boring enough to place a camera in the utility room. Li Ang put on a cleaner’s uniform, put on a mask, pushed a cart full of cleaning tools, and took the freight elevator calmly Feel free to go to First Layer.

Because the dinner was held on the top floor of the hotel, at this time the waiters were serving tea and water on it, Li Ang just and honorable sneaked into the staff lounge and changed into black suits and white shirts. , Dressed up as a waiter.

This is not enough. Li Ang raised the bridge of his nose in front of the mirror, constantly rubbing the facial muscles, making oneself's cheeks thinner and jaw wider, and the contours of the face completely changed.

"Put up your chest, be humble and gentle, and keep smiling."

Li Ang muttered to himself and walked out of the staff lounge, briskly stepped into the elevator, and went straight to the top floor. .

With the gradual influx of guests, the dinner has also entered the topic. The president of the Urban Construction Foundation, a savvy middle-aged man with goatee, has been talking on the podium for a long time, and there are endless humorous wits. , Let the gentlemen and ladies send round applause.

However, he is not the protagonist of this dinner. Anyone of insight knows who stands in the center of the Gotham Hall of Power.

"Next, also ask Mr. Wayne to speak for us."

The microphone hovered in midair, and a pair of powerful hands held it, like a Greek myth. Prometheus holding the torch of civilization in the high school.

Bruce Wayne, billionaire, playboy, has won the top position on the "Which Valentine Do You Want to Be the Most Loved?" issue of "Gotham Women's Magazine" for three consecutive years.

Under the influence of power, any absurd and rebellious cultivation and behavior can be given deep meaning. For example, at this moment, people no longer pay attention to whether Mr. Wayne has and the principal dancer of the Russian Ballet. an affair, or pay attention to which international supermodel Mr. Wayne has as a temporary partner.

They only paid attention to one point, the huge wealth embedded behind the term Bruce Wayne.

"Mr. President has already said the same about the reconstruction of Gotham Harbor this time." The playboy stood on the podium, shrugged, "Actually, the reason he called me up was to Seeing that I couldn't hold back any good words for a long time and I was laughed at by everyone."

There was a sound of agreeable laughter from below. Bruce smiled and coughed, straightened his face and said, "For me, Bruce Wei Well, what is Gotham? To describe it in one word, hometown? Homeland? Or purpose?"

He looked down and glanced at the guests who have oneself and different lives, Biblue's The pupils are deep and far away, "" But the truth is, the real fact is that I cannot answer this question. "

"When I was a child, I encountered many setbacks, such as falling into a puddle and scratching my skin. When that bad day is over, my father, Thomas Wayne will pat my shoulder and say to me,'Bruce, tomorrow is only a dream away'. "

He shook the head and said in a deep voice: "Now, as everyone knows, my parents have passed away, and the location is half a city away in the'crime alley'. "

The ordinary alley where Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne died together became famous in the entire Gotham city as a "criminal back alley" after the tragedy, and became the city’s history. A taint.

"The period after their death was extremely suffering, anger, pain, regret, and sadness for me. However, the proverb of my father, "Tomorrow is only a dream away", has been lingering in the depths of my heart. "

The guests mostly squeezed out the same low expressions, even those who had nothing to do with Bruce before—at least, people have to pay tribute to this wealthy and enemy country’s chaebol .

"Now, everyone must be full of doubts, why I want to say this. Well, my point is-when the situation is challenging or frightening, such as now, it is meaningless to ask what adjective our city should use today. "

Bruce spread his hands and looked directly at the guests, "Because when we walk in the city, we see the buildings and streets, and the only reflections that enter our pupils are our own fear, we own frustration, our inner devil. "

"Shit. "Richard drank cursed softly, pressed the glass on the table, picked up a giant lobster claw, broke the crimson shell and chewed on the snow-like crystal tender meat,

"However, if we Asking oneself, what Gotham's tomorrow is, will be, and can it be, this is the right question. Because to hope, to fantasize, to predict oneself's transformation of this city, rather than let this city gradually change you yourself. "

Bruce pointed to the front of the podium, that a lot of plastic pieces of Gotham Port micro-models, said with a smile: So I will put all my funds where I said. ——Gotham’s tomorrow, Gotham’s future."

He snapped his fingers, and the light blue brilliance shot from both sides of the curtain intertwined and merged in the air, gradually forming the three-dimensionality of Gotham Harbor. Holographic projection.

Compared with the original plastic model, the port under the three-dimensional projection is full of new giant cranes, containers, and warehouses. The low and run-down bungalows inside the port are all demolished. From the ground.

"The Gotham Harbor reconstruction plan has drastically expanded and modernized the originally dilapidated and old port facilities, which can provide more employment population and opportunities, and a safer public security environment."

Hearing these words, the gang leader glanced at each other, and the indifferent expression on his face became thicker again.

Bruce said impassionedly in the applause of the guests: "I can't tell you how excited and hopeful I am, but at this moment, I ask you to think about Gotham's past with me. The appearance of, the present, and...the future. Now I ask you, my friends, to join me in this magnificent plan."

With thunderous applause, the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows was almost shattered, Bruce Wayne stepped off the podium and shook hands with the enthusiastic guests.

In the corner, Richard threw the gnawed shrimp claws aside, wiped his mouth with the napkin under his collar, and muttered to himself: "Join your plan? What you want, Wayne Young Master."