NOVEL WEB Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises
Chapter 77 He's Mine
Chapter 77 He's Mine
Once again subdued 1.5 mutants (Dukes counts as half of them for the time being) not weak mutants, the dullness and burnout of traveling for several days seemed to be swept away. After coming to this world, the somewhat unexpectedly smooth experience made Bruce very happy. "Satisfaction", from this point of view, he is a person who is easily satisfied, satisfied that the things in the plan can be completed smoothly.
It's just that this satisfaction didn't last long. After learning that John and Dukes ate some fast food on weekdays, and learned about it along the way, and knowing that Bradley's cooking skills were not very good, Bruce had to Let John take him to the night market, and prepare to buy some freshly cooked "normal" food and take it back.
He actually doesn't pay much attention to food, but these days he is busy on the road, so naturally everything is kept simple along the way, and now that he has settled down a bit, even if Bruce doesn't pick the taste, he is unwilling to eat those other than deep-fried, just sprinkled Salt fast food too.
"Well, this smells John, you actually went out to buy food?"
The three of them were sitting around the table, gorging on the night market delicacies they had bought back. Dux, who was finally dragged to the floor of the room by several people, suddenly moved his nose, and then slowly woke up. One sentence also made several people choke.
I just yelled for a long time and didn't respond. Will I wake up by myself smelling the smell of food?This feature is really worthy of his body
Struggling to get up from the floor, Dukes smacked his mouth. After seeing Bruce sitting between John and Bradley, he was stunned for a while, and then he scratched his head and sat next to the three of them as if nothing happened. On the other side, he unceremoniously stretched out his hand to the convenience bag on the table, as if he wasn't the one who yelled to kill Bruce just now.
"I John lost, and I lost too. If John decides to follow you, then I will follow you in the future."
After saying this statement in a low voice, Dukes ate the food that was obviously reserved for him on the table, and stopped talking. Seeing this, John silently patted Dukes on the shoulder, and then gave Bruce a slight smile. Nod your head.
Bruce received John's signal, looked at Dukes, suddenly put down the food in his hand, and said to him: "Since it's decided, then follow me, but big guy, you have to get your weight back to as soon as possible." A normal level, and until you successfully reshape the body, I will not let you do any tasks, understand?"
Dukes raised his eyes to Bruce when he heard the words, a trace of helplessness flashed across his fat face, he hesitated for a moment, and he replied sullenly: "Understood...boss."
Bruce nodded upon seeing this, no matter whether Dukes chose to obey him because of John or not, at least he was willing to obey his orders, this is a good start.
"Although you can't act with the team for the time being, I really need your help right now, Dukes. I need information about someone." Bruce looked at Dukes and said slowly, "A pimp from New Orleans , I think you should be familiar with it?"
Bradley turned his head to look at Bruce. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the question Bruce had asked him a few days ago.
"Uh, I, I don't know what you're talking about, boss...I'm not very familiar with New Orleans..." Dukes' face froze, as if he was avoiding something, and whimpered.
"I want the personal information of 'Gambit', and the main scope of his current activities! Dukes, I know what you are afraid of, but trust me, because I also know what I am doing, and I am doing enough. Before getting ready, I won't go to Stryker for trouble..."
There was a flash of light in Bruce's eyes, and he said calmly, while John looked at the three people with different expressions on the table in a daze, Bruce was asking, Dukes obviously avoided, and Bradley looked at him like With a thoughtful expression, it seems that he also knows something?
So, what is the origin of this guy called Gambit King?
"By the way, John, you don't want to participate in this operation. Stay here and urge Dukes to lose weight. Besides, there are other things to arrange for you."
As if thinking of something, Bruce said to John before Dukes decided to speak.
"I stay? I mean, can't we all act together? Dukes' size is a real problem, but we can convert a truck..."
"I need you to stay here and wait for someone to come." Bruce interrupted John's doubtful inquiry, and said decisively, the unquestionable meaning in his tone made John shut his mouth subconsciously.
"'He' is in my plan, your task is very important, John." After a little reassurance, Bruce turned his head to look at Dukes again, smiled and said softly: "Now, tell me about that News from the pimp..."
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I don't know when it started, a young boy who was wandering in the major casinos in New Orleans became the "model" and "idol" of most gamblers in this city.
He is young, handsome, tall, and has amazing card skills. He can always get a lot of money from the casino, and he also attracts the attention of young girls in the casinos. No matter where he goes, he will become a place The most shining existence.
This is simply the "dream life" of all gamblers!
Although he disappeared inexplicably for a while a few years ago, and after returning to New Orleans, he became less ostentatious than before, but this did not affect him in the hearts of gamblers in this city. "Status", even though they hadn't known his real name all along...
"Thank you…"
The children who gathered around laughed happily, as if dispelling the silence brought by the continuous rain in the past few days. The old director who had been running the orphanage alone for more than ten years watched the workers unload a portion from the truck. Gift, thank you.
He glanced around with cloudy eyes, but he still didn't see the kind-hearted person who had been "secretly" funding the children in the orphanage, so he could only salute slightly gratefully to the street with few pedestrians.
Opposite the orphanage, above a dark and remote alley, a young man holding a long metal stick was sitting on the rusty iron outside stairs.
Seeing the old man hunched over and walking back to the orphanage with a group of laughing children, he smiled lightly, stood up and jumped off the iron ladder, and stepped firmly on the ground about a foot away from where he was sitting. Four or five meters of ground, slowly walking back.
"If you don't come out, I'm leaving. No matter what your purpose is, it's best to finish talking now. I'm very busy."
After waving the stick in his hand, the young man continued to move forward slowly without stopping, but the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and he spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"Your senses are indeed as sharp as the rumors say."
A middle-aged man in ordinary clothes and a peaked cap pushed open the door of a certain room on the first floor of the alley, and said in a low voice. When they walked out, they all kept their right hands inserted into their left chest pockets, staring closely at the young man in the alleyway.
Seeing the neat movements of these people, the young man raised his eyebrows, "People from the Killer Alliance? You even investigated me...Which 'boss' wants my life again? He paid such a huge amount of money~"
The middle-aged man shook his head, took out a suppressed pistol from his pocket without hesitation, and walked towards the young man, "Sir, it's your fault that you moved too many people's goods. There are some things that you can't handle." 'Take', they paid too much, sorry..."
Seeing the middle-aged man's actions, the young man suddenly sneered, and casually inserted the stick in his hand into the solid concrete floor. The "inhuman" hand strength stunned the middle-aged man, and he even pulled the trigger. All movements stopped.
"I don't think those 'bosses' didn't, and dare not tell you, the reason why they dared not send out their thugs, but hired you 'outsiders' to trouble me..."
A deck of cards appeared in the young man's hands at some point, and his pupils suddenly turned crimson. Then, the cards seemed to come to life, and the patterns and patterns on the cards shone bright red!
"I seem to be here at a very bad time?"
An untimely low voice sounded from above the alley, interrupting the young man's next move, and also attracted the attention of these killers.
"However, it seems that it is just in time."
With his arms around him, Bruce was wearing a dark black windbreaker that reached down to his calf. He stepped on the edge of the top of the old building beside the alley, looked down at the people below, and said calmly.
"Now, he's mine."
There was a stern smile on the corner of his mouth, Bruce glanced at the gun-wielding killers, pointed to the young man standing in the alley, his tone was indifferent, beyond doubt!
(End of this chapter)
Once again subdued 1.5 mutants (Dukes counts as half of them for the time being) not weak mutants, the dullness and burnout of traveling for several days seemed to be swept away. After coming to this world, the somewhat unexpectedly smooth experience made Bruce very happy. "Satisfaction", from this point of view, he is a person who is easily satisfied, satisfied that the things in the plan can be completed smoothly.
It's just that this satisfaction didn't last long. After learning that John and Dukes ate some fast food on weekdays, and learned about it along the way, and knowing that Bradley's cooking skills were not very good, Bruce had to Let John take him to the night market, and prepare to buy some freshly cooked "normal" food and take it back.
He actually doesn't pay much attention to food, but these days he is busy on the road, so naturally everything is kept simple along the way, and now that he has settled down a bit, even if Bruce doesn't pick the taste, he is unwilling to eat those other than deep-fried, just sprinkled Salt fast food too.
"Well, this smells John, you actually went out to buy food?"
The three of them were sitting around the table, gorging on the night market delicacies they had bought back. Dux, who was finally dragged to the floor of the room by several people, suddenly moved his nose, and then slowly woke up. One sentence also made several people choke.
I just yelled for a long time and didn't respond. Will I wake up by myself smelling the smell of food?This feature is really worthy of his body
Struggling to get up from the floor, Dukes smacked his mouth. After seeing Bruce sitting between John and Bradley, he was stunned for a while, and then he scratched his head and sat next to the three of them as if nothing happened. On the other side, he unceremoniously stretched out his hand to the convenience bag on the table, as if he wasn't the one who yelled to kill Bruce just now.
"I John lost, and I lost too. If John decides to follow you, then I will follow you in the future."
After saying this statement in a low voice, Dukes ate the food that was obviously reserved for him on the table, and stopped talking. Seeing this, John silently patted Dukes on the shoulder, and then gave Bruce a slight smile. Nod your head.
Bruce received John's signal, looked at Dukes, suddenly put down the food in his hand, and said to him: "Since it's decided, then follow me, but big guy, you have to get your weight back to as soon as possible." A normal level, and until you successfully reshape the body, I will not let you do any tasks, understand?"
Dukes raised his eyes to Bruce when he heard the words, a trace of helplessness flashed across his fat face, he hesitated for a moment, and he replied sullenly: "Understood...boss."
Bruce nodded upon seeing this, no matter whether Dukes chose to obey him because of John or not, at least he was willing to obey his orders, this is a good start.
"Although you can't act with the team for the time being, I really need your help right now, Dukes. I need information about someone." Bruce looked at Dukes and said slowly, "A pimp from New Orleans , I think you should be familiar with it?"
Bradley turned his head to look at Bruce. For some reason, he suddenly remembered the question Bruce had asked him a few days ago.
"Uh, I, I don't know what you're talking about, boss...I'm not very familiar with New Orleans..." Dukes' face froze, as if he was avoiding something, and whimpered.
"I want the personal information of 'Gambit', and the main scope of his current activities! Dukes, I know what you are afraid of, but trust me, because I also know what I am doing, and I am doing enough. Before getting ready, I won't go to Stryker for trouble..."
There was a flash of light in Bruce's eyes, and he said calmly, while John looked at the three people with different expressions on the table in a daze, Bruce was asking, Dukes obviously avoided, and Bradley looked at him like With a thoughtful expression, it seems that he also knows something?
So, what is the origin of this guy called Gambit King?
"By the way, John, you don't want to participate in this operation. Stay here and urge Dukes to lose weight. Besides, there are other things to arrange for you."
As if thinking of something, Bruce said to John before Dukes decided to speak.
"I stay? I mean, can't we all act together? Dukes' size is a real problem, but we can convert a truck..."
"I need you to stay here and wait for someone to come." Bruce interrupted John's doubtful inquiry, and said decisively, the unquestionable meaning in his tone made John shut his mouth subconsciously.
"'He' is in my plan, your task is very important, John." After a little reassurance, Bruce turned his head to look at Dukes again, smiled and said softly: "Now, tell me about that News from the pimp..."
********
I don't know when it started, a young boy who was wandering in the major casinos in New Orleans became the "model" and "idol" of most gamblers in this city.
He is young, handsome, tall, and has amazing card skills. He can always get a lot of money from the casino, and he also attracts the attention of young girls in the casinos. No matter where he goes, he will become a place The most shining existence.
This is simply the "dream life" of all gamblers!
Although he disappeared inexplicably for a while a few years ago, and after returning to New Orleans, he became less ostentatious than before, but this did not affect him in the hearts of gamblers in this city. "Status", even though they hadn't known his real name all along...
"Thank you…"
The children who gathered around laughed happily, as if dispelling the silence brought by the continuous rain in the past few days. The old director who had been running the orphanage alone for more than ten years watched the workers unload a portion from the truck. Gift, thank you.
He glanced around with cloudy eyes, but he still didn't see the kind-hearted person who had been "secretly" funding the children in the orphanage, so he could only salute slightly gratefully to the street with few pedestrians.
Opposite the orphanage, above a dark and remote alley, a young man holding a long metal stick was sitting on the rusty iron outside stairs.
Seeing the old man hunched over and walking back to the orphanage with a group of laughing children, he smiled lightly, stood up and jumped off the iron ladder, and stepped firmly on the ground about a foot away from where he was sitting. Four or five meters of ground, slowly walking back.
"If you don't come out, I'm leaving. No matter what your purpose is, it's best to finish talking now. I'm very busy."
After waving the stick in his hand, the young man continued to move forward slowly without stopping, but the smile on his face had long since disappeared, and he spoke in a nonchalant tone.
"Your senses are indeed as sharp as the rumors say."
A middle-aged man in ordinary clothes and a peaked cap pushed open the door of a certain room on the first floor of the alley, and said in a low voice. When they walked out, they all kept their right hands inserted into their left chest pockets, staring closely at the young man in the alleyway.
Seeing the neat movements of these people, the young man raised his eyebrows, "People from the Killer Alliance? You even investigated me...Which 'boss' wants my life again? He paid such a huge amount of money~"
The middle-aged man shook his head, took out a suppressed pistol from his pocket without hesitation, and walked towards the young man, "Sir, it's your fault that you moved too many people's goods. There are some things that you can't handle." 'Take', they paid too much, sorry..."
Seeing the middle-aged man's actions, the young man suddenly sneered, and casually inserted the stick in his hand into the solid concrete floor. The "inhuman" hand strength stunned the middle-aged man, and he even pulled the trigger. All movements stopped.
"I don't think those 'bosses' didn't, and dare not tell you, the reason why they dared not send out their thugs, but hired you 'outsiders' to trouble me..."
A deck of cards appeared in the young man's hands at some point, and his pupils suddenly turned crimson. Then, the cards seemed to come to life, and the patterns and patterns on the cards shone bright red!
"I seem to be here at a very bad time?"
An untimely low voice sounded from above the alley, interrupting the young man's next move, and also attracted the attention of these killers.
"However, it seems that it is just in time."
With his arms around him, Bruce was wearing a dark black windbreaker that reached down to his calf. He stepped on the edge of the top of the old building beside the alley, looked down at the people below, and said calmly.
"Now, he's mine."
There was a stern smile on the corner of his mouth, Bruce glanced at the gun-wielding killers, pointed to the young man standing in the alley, his tone was indifferent, beyond doubt!
(End of this chapter)
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