Godslayer In the Comic World Chapter 3

  Chapter 3 If there are no accidents

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

vice versa.

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

  How about today?

  Louis and the others didn't speak, but they both had strange expressions and asked:

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

  Boss is X before killing, right?

  You were just a wave before, but now you have finally taken that step, right?

Still in his fifties, the butler gave his strength. He silently turned off the tablet computer, and the 'Fragrant Spectrum' on it disappeared in a flash. Right."

  Ange, whose scalp was tingling, held back for a long time before choking out a sentence: "It's not what you think. She, she is an Extraordinary like Batman. I plan to put her in my island vacation home."

oh-

  The three of them suddenly showed expressions of relief.

   This kind of time bomb character is placed at home, and it will explode at some time, so it is better to send it away as soon as possible.

If it was handled casually last night, the attitude of Louis and the others immediately corrected a lot today. They first called the maid, carried the unconscious Wonder Woman onto a beach chair used as a stretcher, and then carried it to the extended Lincoln downstairs. inside.

  The butler, Frank, silently turned on the tablet again, revealing the 'Qunfangpu' inside: "Master, I have no right to question your decision, but I think a mortal girl is more suitable for you."

  In normal times, Ange couldn't help feeling: Ah! This tablet is so white, no, so big!

   Now, two black lines climbed to Anger's forehead: "I, that...uh..."

  He seemed to have uncooked nine-turn large intestine dropped into his crotch, and he couldn't explain what he said.

  Sullen for a lifetime, he simply didn't return, and strode downstairs.

  The butler's voice came from behind: "Master, the holiday house on the island, I will let the maid prepare it."

  Ange's mind is in a mess.

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

  Wonder Woman is **** and beautiful, and she is extremely dedicated. The only downside is that whoever is her husband must be prepared to belch twice.

   This **** joke is really cold!

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

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

  A total of eight bodyguards are equipped with legally modified 100 rounds of large drum M4 automatic rifles.

   This is very necessary in Gotham City with good law and order.

  Ange was still flustered.

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

   This lineup is not bad against the penguin gang's miscellaneous soldiers. As long as Wonder Woman jumps out at random, he can only play GG in joy.

Call the police?

  Don't even think about it.

  Other police stations are at best water mixed with ink, and the Gotham Police Department is black mud mixed with water. Except for Police Chief Gordon, he doesn't know who else is clean.

  Actually, 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 still decided to arm himself to the teeth.

  His convoy had just driven out of his mansion on the outskirts of the city, and had only been driving along the edge of Gotham City for less than ten minutes, when he suddenly felt heart palpitations.

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

   If you don't feel it, something must be wrong!

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

  Louis and the others suddenly felt awe-inspiring, and silently put their fingers on the safety of the rifle.

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

  She has a hot figure, wearing a black leather jacket and fishnet stockings. If An Ge sees her, she will definitely find that she is the beauty who sang on stage in the nightclub last night.

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

  A deep and indifferent voice came from the opposite side: "It doesn't matter, Miss Lance, please keep watching."

   "Yes, Boss!"

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

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

  On the other side of the phone, a gloomy male voice came: "No one can take away from [Black Mask Club] what doesn't belong to him."

  Ange only felt a chill spread from the tailbone to the back of the head, and his whole body was numb from the cold.

  Damn it!

  How idiot was the former owner of this body, to have fun in the lair of one of Gotham City's black bosses, Roman Beauvais Sionis nicknamed [Black Mask]?

  Don't say that he has a mission that will fail and kill him. Even if he just crossed over and can't figure out the current situation of Gotham, he can't sell Wonder Woman. This is his bottom line.

   Besides, the black mask is a fart!

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

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

  Master Wei, since you claim to be the guardian of Gotham City, you are not responsible for this blame, who is responsible?

  Ange's way of using the tiger's skin as a banner immediately made the opponent 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 go to rob money?

   Not to mention that Ange took advantage of the information asymmetry of the traveler to point out the identity of the traveler, and even brought out the brand of Master Wayne.

   This hit Mr. Black Mask a little 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 think about more things, became wary, and silently hung up the phone.

  Sionnis was extremely irritable, and shouted at one of his assistants: "Haven't you found out about that kid?"

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

   "What the hell?"

   "Uh, customer information of this level will be regarded as the top secret of the bank and strictly protected."

"what else?"

   "The permission to use this black card is a bit strange. No investment is allowed, and access to casinos is not allowed. Only daily consumption is allowed."

   "What? What is this setting, is he Bruce Wayne's own son?"

  The assistant shrank his neck and stopped talking.

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

The bodyguard Louis, who was sitting opposite Ang, looked at Wonder Woman who was lying on the handmade leather sofa and frowned from time to time, then looked at his boss, swallowed: "This lady is really Mr. Wayne's." VIP?"

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

  The bodyguards breathed a sigh of relief.

   Scared off the black mask, An Ge's high-hanging heart did not let go. Because the projection screen on his retina shows that Wonder Woman is overflowing with supernatural power.

  In the eyes of mortals, she is probably nothing, but in the eyes of extraordinary people, she is undoubtedly a lighthouse in the dark night, extremely dazzling.

   "Damn it." Ange complained a bit, thinking: Does my golden finger only have a useless display function?

  As if mocking someone, one of Ang's skills was highlighted on the retina:

  【Basic Shooting Lv5】!

  As a **** in Gotham City, he usually goes to the gun club to shoot when he has nothing to do. This is very 'beaver'.

  According to memory, Ange silently opened a hidden compartment next to the seat, and took out a short version of the MP5K submachine gun that was only about 30 centimeters long.

   In urban warfare, this thing can provide unparalleled flexibility.

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

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

  His actions made the faces of the two bodyguards on the opposite side even paler.

   It's not over yet.

  Ange took out two grenades, pinned them to the inside of his crotch, and gave the other side a blank look: "As an honest and law-abiding citizen, it makes sense to hide grenades in your crotch, right?"

  Louis laughed dryly: "Very reasonable! Very reasonable!"

   While talking, the two inserted bulletproof metal inserts into their body armor and put on tactical helmets.

   This is all right, the bodyguards have directly upgraded from ordinary body-fitting Kevlar body armor to 'full clothing'.

Then…

   If there is no accident, there will be an accident.

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

  Louis was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he rushed towards Ange while shouting in a pitch-shifted voice: "Apiji—"

  (end of this chapter)

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