"You mean, after you waited there for a few days, the biggest problem you found was... he might steal electricity?"

Nick Fury stood in S.H.I.E.D.’s office and asked Colson with a newspaper.

Colson also knew that this report was really like the thing that had no time to write about the hangover the day before, and had no time to get up early in the morning to work. The conclusion above was only a bottle of whiskey from nonsense.

Nick Fury took the report and took a deep breath. His mouth opened, but he paused for a moment, obviously very speechless.

He said: "Actually, I have always disagreed with the rating standards of SHIELD, Colson, I think you are the strongest argument for my opposition to this standard, right?"

"Uh..." Colson rubbed his hands awkwardly and said, "Actually, we didn't observe anything. We found that there might be authentic tunnels underground in his clinic..."

"I should really ask Nurse Jenny to test you for your drunk driving, Colson, you said, "Observing the target often suddenly appears somewhere around a hundred meters outside the clinic," and your conclusion is... there may be authenticity under the clinic?" Nick Fury said.

"Actually, I know he may have the ability to teleport." Colson said, holding his arm and frowned: "But according to the cases we have come into contact with, teleportation always has the moment of landing. We arranged hundreds of micro cameras around, but none of them caught any abnormality."

Nick Fury said: "Then add a few hundred more. He is very important to us at the moment. He is the most difficult opponent to deal with. Don't be careless..."

At this time, on the bed of the Gotham University professor's apartment, Schiller had just woken up and found that he was holding a fluffy thing in his arms. He looked down at Pikachu!

"Oh, what's wrong with you? What time is it now?" Pikachu couldn't even open his eyes. Shiller rubbed his eyes. Why did this rat come with him?

Pikachu looked around in a daze, was startled, and woke up instantly, saying, "Where is this?! Why did you bring me here? You are actually a personal trafficker??"

Schiller said while folding the quilts, "You might as well explain to me first why you are in my bed?"

"You're so embarrassed to ask me?" Pikachu yelled, and it said, ""You only turned on the heating in your room on the third floor! If I hadn't been able to pick the lock, I would have been frozen to death now!"

"Oh, is that?" Schiller said without any guilt, "Freeze-dried mice are not a good idea."

"So why are you here? Where is this?"

"As you can see, I will travel through time and space, so I will be here when I wake up," Schiller said. "This is a very dangerous place. If you run around, you will be stewed in less than three minutes."

"Da." Pikachu made a disdainful nasal sound, and it said, " "You will travel through time and space? Then I will splash water."

Schiller didn't tell lies, and Pikachu knew nothing. After all, he was a mouse. In the eyes of these superheroes, his speech was even less credible than that of a repeater. If it went to Batman, Batman would definitely stew it as soon as possible. Batman would not kill people, but it was not that he would not kill mice.

Facing non-human creatures, few heroes on Earth have any trust in them. Although Pikachu speaks no differently from humans and has a strange Canadian accent, this yellow rat that obviously looks like a genetically modified creature is obviously difficult to win any normal person, so Schiller is not worried at all.

While Schiller was tidying up the bed, Pikachu jumped up and down and smelled the room, wrinkling his little nose and muttered disgustedly: "It seems that you are really capable. This is indeed not the original world."

Schiller went to class in the morning, and he carried Pikachu in his bag. It was not because he wanted to take Pikachu to class, but mainly because if he didn't bring it, Pikachu would definitely slip out by himself and get stewed.

Pikachu poked his head in Schiller's bag, but was pushed back several times by Schiller. In the afternoon, Schiller put the bag on the table in the psychological counseling room and pressed Pikachu's forehead and said, "Listen, even if I don't care that others see a strange yellow creature in my bag, I think you should understand what I told you about superheroes. Each of them regards "nosse business" as their life creed. No one will let you study your yellow rat, especially..."

Schiller was talking, and the door of the psychological counseling room was suddenly opened, and Bruce said: "Professor, I..."

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his professor pressing the forehead of a strange yellow creature with his hand.

Pikachu was startled and jumped into Schiller's arms in an instant. Schiller pursed his lips, looked at Pikachu, and then looked at Bruce. He hugged Pikachu and said, "If I say that this is a new breed of albino mole, do you believe it..."

"If you don't believe it, do you plan to make another one?" Bruce said with his arms in his arms.

Pikachu bared her teeth at him, and Schiller covered her mouth, and he said, "What's wrong with you? Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce walked over and said, "In fact, I'm sorry...it's right, I want to invite you to visit Wayne Manor..."

Visit Wayne Manor?

What kind of invitation to surrender?

Bruce was obviously a little awkward. Because Schiller knew his true identity, he couldn't grasp whether he should be Bruce or Batman. Moreover, Batman is not as cold as he will still take the initiative to cooperate with Gordon, so Bruce is now in a very tangled state.

Schiller could feel a little through telepathy. He knocked on the table and said actively: "You can see that, Bruce, you are very confused now, sit down."

"Actually, you did a good job before. Bruce is not Batman. He is just an ignorant playboy. His favorite thing is to go to bars and drink, and there are many beautiful women around him. But Batman is just the opposite..."

Bruce sat down, pressing his fingers against the corner of his eyebrows, and he said, "I don't understand the point of doing this. I don't think I can hide it from anyone."

Bruce is not stupid either. He is the only one who is as rich as Gotham City. He only has the financial resources to make Batman's equipment. He doesn't think that criminals are fools, and he doesn't know that he is Bruce Wayne.

And you can guess just from the figure. The flowers in the blues are not tightly wrapped at some point. It is not difficult to figure out some details of the figure.

Especially Schiller has seen Bruce go out to fool around in the middle of the night more than once, and his female companions have never been repeated. Half of them have been with Bruce in the famous Nightingale cheerleading group.

In fact, Schiller speculated that many villains with super high IQ in the comics should not be completely kept in the dark. This reasoning is really not difficult, but they still act like "Who is Batman? Why can't I guess?" There must be a reason.

"Yes, this is not a secret, but if you want it to be a secret, it will be your weapon if necessary."

"If you show that it is important to see a secret, then others will think that the secret is important to you. You try your best to hide it, but if it is revealed at a critical moment, it will naturally prove your sincerity, although it is not actually important."

Schiller talked about Bruce's future operations against Zhenglian. In order to win the trust of Zhenglian, Batman took off his mask - and announced a secret that everyone knows, Batman is Bruce Wayne.

But everyone still strengthened their trust in Batman, because Batman always valued this secret and was willing to reveal it for his companions. Of course, he could win the trust of others. Although this secret can be guessed by thinking about it with a little bit, it is not important, what is important is attitude!

Bruce touched his chin and continued, "For example, if a criminal wants to use this to threaten me, I can set a trap for him without panic..."

"Okay, Mr. Wayne." Schiller glanced at his watch and said, "It's time for your consultation. I will consider your invitation carefully after getting the invitation."

Bruce didn't quite understand why Schiller had to think carefully. In the United States, verbal invitations meant that this was a private visit, not formal, probably just a private meal together.

But when Schiller mentioned the invitation, Bruce felt that Schiller might think that this invitation was not formal enough and did not take it seriously enough, so after he left the consultation room, he asked the butler Afu to prepare the invitation and the banquet.

What he actually didn't know was that for Schiller, being invited to his house by Batman was like saying to him: "Are you interested in coming to the net?"

He needs too much psychological preparation.

Although Schiller knew that Bruce was far from the later Batman, his two identities were not even completely different. If it were Batman in the comics, Bruce would only come over with a bottle of wine and said that he would introduce him to a few beauties at the party.

Instead of being serious and awkward.

But Schiller had too deep a stereotype about Batman, and he even suspected that this was a game specially set by Batman to get his DNA, which was definitely something Batman could do.

In addition, although Bruce didn't say it, it was obvious that Pikachu's yellow rat caught his attention.

Schiller pulled Pikachu's tail and picked it up, saying, "Did you see the person who just came? That's Gotham's leader. If you want to eat something delicious and drink something spicy in the future, it's better not to offend him."

Pikachu waving his short hands in the air and struggled desperately, saying, "Let me down! That person just now was really scary!"

Schiller pulled Pikachu's tail and carried it to himself, saying, "How did you know?"

"Detective's intuition!" Pikachu shouted, and it said, "You really should consider not staying here. It makes me feel chilled. Is it not good for us to go back to the place yesterday? I can even stand you eating strawberry jam!"
Chapter completed!