Marvel's The Dark Knight Rises

Chapter 90 The Dark Knight's First Male Model
"This is America in the 40s. It developed better than I imagined."

Sitting in the old Ford car, Bradley couldn't help but sigh with emotion as he looked at the skyscrapers outside the car window that were no different from later generations, as well as the endless stream of vehicles.

John is not like Bradley, who finds it novel. He always has a feeling that he will not stay in this era for too long. After all, Bruce can bring them from the original world, so he must be able to go to other worlds , now, he was looking forward to it.

Looking forward to the next "adventure".

Bruce sat quietly in the passenger seat, quickly skipping the scene outside the window.

It was dusk, but there was still a sense of postwar celebration in the air, and Americans were excited to win the world war again.

Although this huge war wealth does not belong to the vast majority of civilians, under the government's "guarantees" again and again, the enthusiasm of the people has not dissipated for a long time. Bruce shook his head and stopped looking at those smiling faces full of happiness. I feel heavy in my heart.

Yes, calm had returned to both sides of the Atlantic Ocean, but on the far east coast of the Pacific Ocean, my own motherland, the motherland in this world, was about to fall into another war.

And in the next few decades, the war will not leave that suffering land easily. Although he has already done his best to send a lot of supplies to the people who are still resisting on that land, but now, He feels he still has a lot to do.

It's not that he forcibly changes the situation. His current strength is not yet strong enough to affect a big war. He can only strongly support one side so that the war can end faster. As for who he supports, it doesn't matter. Well considered.

After all, the history of the future prosperity of the motherland has already made a choice for him.

In reverie, the three cars that Bruce and his party took had already driven out of the urban area and headed towards the southern suburbs of Brooklyn. It was not until they saw the coastline that a huge manor-style school appeared in front of everyone.

Flush with the manor wall, the five-meter-high heavy iron gate slowly opened, and then closed slowly after the car of Bruce and the others entered.

On both sides of the road are neatly cut green lawns, and at the end of the extension of the lawn is a small piece of luxuriant woods. The fountain pool made of marble stands in front of a huge villa-shaped "teaching building" with six floors. Very concise.

The car turned around in front of the teaching building, drove into the depths of the school from a small path, passed by a large-scale open-air playground, training ground, and a series of closed buildings for unknown purposes, until a well-organized small airport , the car stopped slowly.

Alfred, Gibson, and Joshua were standing in front of the airport at this time, and when they saw Bruce getting off the car, they all walked over here.

Wearing a black windbreaker, wearing an eye patch, and unsmiling, Gibson still looks the same, but Joshua has changed significantly. The childishness in the past has gradually faded away, and there is more calmness in his eyes. He looks very handsome now in formal clothes. Like a successful person.

"Sorry to be away for a long time, thank you for your hard work, old man."

Bruce walked up to Gibson and Joshua, stretched out his hand, and said apologetically that he left so suddenly at the beginning, but now he thought it was a bit hasty, at least for the first batch of people who followed him.

"Humph."

Gibson stared at Bruce blankly. After a long while, he made a muffled nasal sound and didn't speak. He just barely stretched out his hand and shook Bruce. The people behind Bruce, especially Remy, couldn't help laughing.

Some people smiled warmly, and before Bruce could speak, Joshua took the initiative to shake Bruce's hand generously, "Welcome back, and I didn't expect you to be so young, sir."

Even after a year has passed, Joshua still maintains a high enthusiasm for Bruce, especially after seeing Bruce under the mask now, which represents the Dark Knight's trust in him.

"This is my new team member, Logan. Let's get to know Remy Loeb better later. Is he here?"

Bruce briefly introduced Logan and the others, but asked Alfred in the second half of the sentence.

Alfred looked behind him at the small black dot in the sky far away, and smiled lightly, "Here we come."

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"Captain, we're almost here."

Inside a transport plane with an ordinary appearance, there were three men in tight-fitting pure black combat uniforms. They were all wearing masks that covered half of their faces, so they couldn't see their faces clearly. The man said.

The long-haired man's eyes were extremely calm, he sat on his seat like a piece of solid ice, his demeanor was cold, and he just nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Not long after, a tremor came over, which lasted for a while, and after it gradually subsided, the three of them got up and got off the plane.

After seeing the people waiting at the airport, the long-haired man strode towards them without saying a word.

Bruce looked at the person walking straight towards him with complicated eyes.

He still had long hair, but he was stronger and calmer. He became more and more like the one he remembered.

"Bucky."

He took a step forward, and before he could utter his words, a huge fist hit him directly. The movement was so sudden that no one who was originally relaxed could react. Only Bruce had expected this situation, but he dodged it a little bit. Meaning nothing.

The fist fell, but it didn't hit his face, but changed direction halfway, and hit his shoulder. At this time, Logan and Victor, who had reacted, had shown their sharp claws one after another. Seeing He was about to pounce on the long-haired man.

Bruce snorted, raised his hand decisively, and signaled that he was fine, then smiled wryly and looked at Bucky who was staring at him, "You guys still have enough strength, I thought you would be overwhelmed this time."

Hearing this, Logan and the others were at a loss. It seems that the relationship between the two of them is still very good?But when they meet each other, they are not polite to give them a punch first.
Bucky took off his mask, revealing an expressionless face like Gibson, and said coldly: "I thought you would come back soon, one month, or two months, but I didn't expect that you It's a year and a half away! Bastard!"

"So I'm back asap, Bucky, sorry."

Bruce said apologetically, grabbed Bucky's shoulder directly, and motioned for Alfred to take everyone directly to the conference room.

"Hey, brother, you have to understand me. Do you see those people in the back? They are our new teammates in the future. I spent a little more time for them this time. Also, heck, after the meeting is over, I will Let me tell you about going 'over there' this time, don't get angry, or I won't be able to lead the team in the future."

Bucky struggled, seeing Bruce holding him tightly like a rogue and not letting go, he had no choice but to give up. After hearing Bruce's explanation in a low voice, he looked back at Logan and the others who were following him, Among them, he looked suspiciously at Dukes' huge body a few more times.

"I promise, I will explain it to you later!"

With Bruce's reassurance, Bucky suppressed his frantic mentality of finding trouble with Bruce now, and glared at Bruce again. He put on the mask coldly, and walked towards Alfred's side with big strides.

"Why does this person feel colder than when you were on a mission? He is your team member here?"

Remy curled his lips, leaned forward quietly, and said curiously.

"He."

Bruce looked at Bucky, who was completely different from a year and a half ago, and was a little puzzled. This person is no longer in Hydra, and the base has not arranged any assassination or spy missions. He doesn't know how Bucky still became This look.

After thinking about it, I will go to the base to have a look at that time, and just talk to Bucky more, no matter how it changes, there is always a reason.

Letting go of his worries, he took a final look at Bucky's "haughty" pace playfully. Bruce suddenly seemed to think of something, and raised the corner of his mouth, "He is the number one male model of the Dark Knight."

After a pause, he added another sentence: "Of course, in my absence, cough cough"

(End of this chapter)