Chapter 11
After learning that Bruce Wayne had come in person, the old man quickly walked down the stairs neatly. The old man also combed his own hair. Looks like a polite big-tailed wolf, he exaggeratedly yelled,
"Hey, Mr. Wayne, we met once before! Not long after you came back, well, your two girls The companion is so cute!"
The girls hehe haha laughed, Wayne also stood up, smiled and said to the old man,
"My housekeeper Alfred is also a veteran. , He told me old man that you are a truly respectable gentleman who participated in World War II, and your bar is the best bar he has ever seen, so here I am!"
"Hahaha, Mr. Alfred I used to be a frequent visitor here, he knows what is the best."
The old man likes bars where others praise him. Bruce’s words made the old man smile. He sat opposite Wayne. The shoulders of the girls around Huahua’s patted,
"Baby, go sit there first, I will talk to Mr. Christian."
The two girls are obedient. He sat aside, Cyber brought two glasses of wine for the old man and Bruce, and then naturally sat next to the girls, not knowing what was said, making the two girls laughed heartily.
The laughter did not spoil the atmosphere here. Bruce took off his glasses and put them aside, then put his hands on the table and said to the old man,
"Christian Sir..."
"Just call me old man, they all call me that, or call me old Titch, don’t need to be so formal."
old man waved his hand boldly He picked up wine cup and said to Bruce, “I’m old. This bar is my hard work for more than 20 years. Although I can’t control it after I sell it to you, I hope Mr. Wayne can manage it well. Don't let it look like other bad places in Gotham. It's an old fogey request."
"Just call me Bruce, old man."
playboy look I glanced at Cyber, who had a good chat with the girls, then spread his hands, leaned comfortably on the chair, and said to the old man,
"old man, you also know that I am very young, so you I can’t expect me to manage such a bar well. The Wayne company belongs to me in name, but it has its own set of rules of conduct. In addition, this is a private acquisition, mainly based on Alfred’s suggestion, so I can’t get from it. Some specialized personnel were transferred, so..."
Bruce glanced at the old man who listened to concentrated attention completely. This youngster, who was about twenty-five and sixteen years old, showed a bright smile.
"So, I hope that after I take over the Old Gun Bar, you can manage it."
The old man raised his brows and drank one third wine. He looked at Wayne. This youngster, like the rumors, has the unique temperament of the Wayne family. His face is not thin, but there is always a trace of sadness in his eyes. When speaking, his lips are always upturned. A brown head with a hint of golden hair, trimmed to suit the contours of his face.
In general, he is a very handsome young man, and has a special feeling of great character. With his smile, he is very friendly.
"So, Bruce, you mean, you want me to work for you?"
The old man's slow, deep, clear voice rang, Wayne laughed, arms Leaning on the table, supporting the chin,
"Yes, old man, I hope you can work for me...Alfred's suggestion is also Alfred's suggestion."
"Okay, It seems that my drinker back then is a great character..."
The old man reached out and flicked the glass, and made a clear sound. He replied, "Yes, then Boss, your first What is an order?"
As soon as Wayne was about to speak, there was a burst of exclamation from the girls from Cyber. The old man and Bruce turned their heads at the same time, and they saw Cyber talking to those The girl plays a game.
He held a small fruit knife in his right hand, the girl with a golden bright hair spread her left hand on the table, Cyber quickly swung the knife between the girl’s separated fingers Striking back and forth, there is nothing surprising about this game, many people will play it, but the most frightening thing is that the knife in Cyber’s hand almost danced out of shadows at this brief moment, the speed is amazing, on the table There was the sound of a woodpecker hitting the wood, as if performing a magic trick.
The two girls were scared and stupid, and the pretty blonde girl didn't even dare to move. Until 30 seconds later, Cyber stopped, the right hand without stopping and looking out without looking out. With a flick, the knife flew out, and finally stuck accurately in the center of the dart board on the wall. The tail section of the knife was still trembling slightly.
This guy opened his arms exaggeratedly and shouted,
"100 times! I won, so what about my reward?"
American girls are all Enthusiastically, Cyber closed his eyes, the 90-point black hair pretty girl left a deep hickey on his cheek, while the blond pretty girl hugged Cyber and gave him a suffocating kiss.
This scene made the old man a bit awkward, and Bruce laughed dumbfounded, he looked at the old man,
"old man, you have a very interesting buddy, what is this guy's background? "
"Uh, well, I won’t hide from you."
The old man took a sip and said to the curious Bruce, "This guy is 2 days I came from Canada before, the son of my comrade-in-arms."
Speaking of this, the old man extend the hand pointed and nodded his head, "He has a problem here, Bruce, don't care."
"Um..."
Bruce lifted his chin, then nodded, and just when he wanted to say something, the wooden door behind was pushed open again, one with brown hair, The woman with big eyes, very beautiful, wearing professional attire and holding a black file bag walked into the bar. She glanced at the bar and said, "Is Mr. Christian here? I'm the prosecutor. Assistant Rachel Dawes, I’m here to investigate about Mr. John Blake, the trainee policeman..."
Her sweet voice stopped at this brief moment because Bruce had already gotten up from the chair and turned to watch She,
"Rachel, it’s nice to see you here."
"Bruce, why are you here?"
Surprised by the beauty Asked, Bruce Wayne shrugged, with a friendly smile again. "This is my bar. Mr. Christian is my employee. What's wrong? It looks like something happened to my bar. Come and sit here. , Tell me about it."
Assistant Attorney Rachel is a little surprised to see Bruce Wayne, but it seems that they knew each other very early, but Cyber, who was sitting on the sidelines, saw the relationship between these two people at a glance. It was a little weird, but after seeing Rachel's face carefully, Cyber's eyes narrowed.
He turned left and right on his body, and finally turned out a photo with blood stains on the edge. It was Rachel's face. This was from his pocket when he killed Poshkin yesterday. What was found inside, a gangster Boss was obviously impossible to fall in love with a prosecutor who was responsible for sending them to prison, so there is only one explanation for this photo.
Rachel was watched by Jamie.
"hehe, Rachel...you owe me one time."
Cyber chuckled put the photo in his pocket, and then half pulled and half pulled the two who came with Bruce. The beauty walked out of the bar and took the car key that Bruce Wayne had left there from the table. When he turned around, Bruce smiled appreciatively at him. Obviously, Cyber helped him solve a big problem.
Bruce doesn't want to be seen by Rachel, who was a childhood sweethearts, as a beautiful woman. This will affect his image as a beauty in mind.
Cyber obviously knew this, so after walking out of the bar, he shouted to the two reluctant girls,
"Hi, beauties, Bruce Young Master has something To do it, you go first, he will contact you, as for that car... Here is the key! Yes, it belongs to you! Bruce Young Master is a generous man, drive away! Be careful on the way!"
Cyber waved to the two beauties who got in the car and watched them crookedly driving away from the quayside in the son of Gotham’s luxury car, he shouted to them,
"Goodbye! Baby, I will miss you!"
Looking at the car disappearing around the corner, he handily took two phone numbers with perfume in his hand. Shredded and threw it into the trash can next to it.
He has no interest in "social flower".
"Well, go out for a spin."
Cyber looked back at the bar and temporarily dispelled the idea of going back. I don’t know why, he always feels that this playboy Bruce · Wayne is somewhat Strangely, although he behaved naturally, Cyber instinctively wanted to stay away from him. There was no reason for this instinct, but Cyber decided to believe in his own heart.
both of his hands stuck in the pocket of his jacket and wandered around in the dock area. Well, there was a gun in the pocket of the jacket and a dagger in the belt. This is He got used to it.
Cyber looked at everything around him with a curious look. This was the 3rd day he entered the city, and his knowledge of the city was only obtained from the newspaper. He The real activity area is near Old Gun Bar, and the farthest place to reach is the street corner where Robin was rescued last night.
This kind of dark feeling about the surrounding environment is not in line with Cyber's habits, so he plans to use this opportunity to get familiar with the surrounding environment.
He spent 2 hours walking around Gotham Wharf, a large integrated wharf. Since it is daytime, the workers here are very busy, and there is no sign of decline in this port. But according to old man, the port has been in decline for several years.
It is said that at its most prosperous time, the number of dockers working here was more than double the current number. Of course, its decline is inseparable from the rise of the Gotham criminal group, except for arms dealers. In addition, other business people will not choose a place of chaos as their Commerce District.
But it has nothing to do with Cyber. He is just a poor fellow now. What is really related to him is another matter. After wandering around the tangled and complicated dock area for 2 hours, Cyber It was keenly felt that he was being watched.
He turned his head inadvertently, and there were 3 people behind him, bulging around his waist, obviously with weapons, and different from the bastards he had dealt with. These guys are tall and strong. , And there is a military style that can't be concealed.
"This is the wharf area...so...Jamie?"
Cyber mumbled, turned into a quiet alley not far away, unfamiliar with life Yes, he has to consider a way to get out, or...get rid of these nasty tails.