Alfred used the roundabout road, and Solan stayed in the back seat without the problem of having to drink a drink or take a sip, just closed his eyes and rested. During this period, Alfred asked him if he needed to listen to music, but Solan also refused.

Wayne's Mansion, a Gothic mansion located outside Gotham City, is surrounded by vast green spaces, and potted flower beds with birds and flowers everywhere. When the car slowly parked in front of the house, Solan opened his eyes and casually swept to the conventional parking point.

"Lamborghini is not here, what car did your master drive out today?"

Alfred was parking and replied after hearing this: "He gave the car to Miss Quinn. I think you should have heard of this?"

"cut……"

Solan glanced at the roof of the car and opened the door and got out of the car.

As a guest, it was necessary to let Alfred lead the way, although he might be more familiar with the structure of the mansion than the old housekeeper. With the guidance of a request, he quickly walked to a living room. The carved beams and painted buildings were also covered with excellent oil paintings. Every piece of furniture was also a masterpiece, and silverware was an excellent product. Bruce Wayne's pursuit of taste in life really satisfies Solan.

Alfred bowed to him and said, "If you are hungry..."

Solan waved his hand and said, "It's all right to fill your stomach. I have to spit it out again, so I won't waste your food."

It was so natural and very good. Alfred was obviously relieved. In fact, Solan could understand that he always felt nervous when facing him. This is understandable. After all, he was completely essentially different from the criminals Bruce dealt with.

Moreover, this kid is really not interesting enough.

He clearly said he was coming yesterday, but he dared not come here to welcome guests in person?

Well, it was his fault for temporarily rescheduling the flight, but is that playboy really a few hours away from these playboy?

Solan was very upset.

But he was unhappy and was unhappy. He had something to ask for in this trip, so he wanted to be arrogant for a while and let him go. There was no need for Alfred to provide any further services. He just sat calmly on the sofa, facing a mouthful of unmoved red wine glass and fruit plate, closing his eyes and pondering.

He was thinking about Selena's previous words and her original intention of walking with her this time.

He had to believe that his IQ had dropped to zero before he believed that Selena had traveled thousands of miles to go to Gotham just for the last sentence.

Similarly, with so many planes flying to Gotham on the same day, why is she so kind and must sit next to her?

But the woman said nothing along the way, just playing with her laptop with great enthusiasm. Did she suddenly play this one just to sit by her for a few hours?

"Woman, tsk."

I didn't want to think about the past, but Selena did explain something very unexpected. She actually fought with Arya, and I don't know when it happened. It seems that the girl is wandering outside all day long and has gained a lot. Moreover, Selena can actually give her such a high evaluation, which is really rare.

As for the killer fighting method...

"Double-held kitchen knife flow? Hum..."

Bruce Wayne still showed no sign of getting home. Time passed by little by little. After only two or three hours, Yu Solan only breathed as if he had breathed, and just closed his eyes silently and pretended to sleep. But Alfred probably didn't think so. It was obvious that it was against the so-called Wayne's way of hospitality at home, so he entered the house again within an hour and a half.

"Mr. Adams."

He said: "If you're bored, maybe you can turn on the TV? I think that Gotham's local TV stations will report some interesting news tonight."

"It makes sense. Such a big city must be very lively every day." Solan opened his eyes and watched Alfred turn on the TV for him. He suddenly thought of something and said thoughtfully: "Arkham Asylum, what's going on recently? Is there any guy who shouldn't come out?"

"I believe they should all be fine."

Alfred switched the channel to the news station: "Of course, from time to time, some people escape and then get locked up. Our district attorneys have worked hard, but there are so many officials in the city and... you know, so we have to do some repetitive work often, which is a pity."

"Hmph, after all, it's all his own weird temper."

Solan hummed lightly and watched the news program casually. There was no shocking news at the moment: "Only monsters can deal with monsters. Use non-killing methods to deal with a group of murderers. What if they are arrested? Will those people be punished by these so-called punishments? The so-called justice is upheld and evil is punished, but it is just boring self-satisfaction."

Alfred looked at the man in front of him silently, his lips squirming slightly, and he wanted to say something, but no matter how his fingers trembled, he couldn't open his mouth. Moreover, he believed that the man in front of him obviously knew his small movements, but the other party had no intention of caring at all, and was still watching TV with enthusiasm, as if he was completely attracted by the news.

"Then, I'll leave first, Mr. Adams."

He bowed slightly, and did not say the second sentence, and then took a leave and did not forget to close the door.

"Next insert an emergency news..."

When Solan was about to change the station, a familiar face and a familiar guide, something he liked to hear happened.

"Oh hey..."

He put down the remote control and leaned forward. At this time, whoever changes the channel will be stupid.

It doesn't matter what the broadcaster is talking about. The key is the Hollywood blockbuster brought by the 72-inch large-screen TV. It was the evening rush hour, and the clouds were covered with overwhelming clouds. The streets were already dark. But as the reporters on the helicopter paid attention to it, a black bridge-paved car that was extremely exaggerated was running wildly on the road, rushing all the way, in the core area of ​​bullets!

"Okay, Mr. Wayne's bridge car, how can it be called a bridge car? It's called a Batmobile."

Solan looked at it happily. No matter what he was doing tonight, it was Bruce Wayne's evening routine anyway. The police were chasing him as usual, he was chasing someone as usual, the police were slapping soy sauce as usual, and the gangsters in front kept firing rockets. It was a very large military truck, and as the firepower output point, it was just the last one of the six trucks!

"Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate again, right, right, swing the tail, and pressing the space will reduce you idiot."

"It's good, it's like this. Nitrogen accelerates nitrogen. Bingo, you really accelerate, just keep it like this... The traction airflow pulls the airflow, keep it like this..."

The helicopter's follow-up was very powerful, and the flames rising from the batmobile's butt were even more brilliant. However, it failed to grasp the best acceleration time several times, so it failed to hit the sturdy truck in one breath.

"Get close to the nearest road, and that's right, just breaking the guardrail! Overtaking, overtaking, nitrogen, nitrogen, leave a mouthful... Prepare, prepare, prepare... rush! Dry! Yes! That's it! Add ten!"

This is what Alfred saw when he entered the house again. When the Batmobile drove out of a parallel fork, a ball of flame suddenly burst out from the rear of the car. As an emergency accelerated, he hit the target truck and overturned the horse!

"OMG……"

The old butler was already shocked, but seeing the reverse truck smashed the guardrail and flipped directly from the viaduct!

"It seems that I need to go out and move my muscles and bones."

Seeing this scene, Solan also stood up and stretched his limbs: "The bank vault was robbed. Such a huge fortune would be good if you just put two handfuls in your pocket, right?"

The next second, a cool breeze blew by Alfred. Looking at the room, where were there guests?

The old housekeeper blinked, then was speechless, and could only sigh.
Chapter completed!