The journey was long, and after being able to use the phone, Solan's eyes never moved away from the screen.

He sent a chat message with Ma Yi, but he couldn't admit it even if he was beaten to death. Selena was next to him. Although she was half-coerced by the woman, she had just tilted her front feet with Ma Yi, and the woman took the next seat by the woman, and the fool would explain it.

Fortunately, Selena has a lot of work to work, and her laptop keeps jogging, which makes Solan relax. Halfway through the journey, it was the hottest time in the afternoon, and Nina's Facebook chat also came. Solan's fingers went back and forth, and she didn't press the wrong letter on the touch screen keyboard at once, and she had a lot of fun.

Then soon, when the rush hour was about to arrive, the plane finally arrived over the East Coast of the United States.

Today, the sky is cloudy and thick fog is over the bustling city, making it difficult for passengers to gain something from overlooking it. Solan looked down and could not see anything, but occasionally one or two skyscrapers break through the sky and reveal a cluster of pointed heads towards the sailing plane.

“The gap between the east and west coasts is really too big.”

He said: "Especially Gotham City is even more ancient than New York, and I often feel that this city shouldn't exist here at all."

As the plane's height gradually decreased, the outline of the city finally caught the passengers' eyes. The sky was a little dark, and the endless skyscrapers exuded a dark color. They were tall stone buildings, and the difference between them and slums was also extremely obvious. Especially the river, which connected the main urban area through a bridge, and the architectural style there was very different from that elsewhere.

"Gotham..."

Selena leaned towards the window and leaned against Solan's shoulder, and the rich perfume scent spread around her. She looked out to the outside world: "But it is a natural place to hunt, the strong prey on the weak, you cheat, and of course there are all kinds of interesting little creatures inhabiting, right?"

Solan blocked Selena's hand on his thigh: "So our economic center is also constantly shifting, right? Since the rise of Silicon Valley, more and more wealth has been concentrated on the west coast, and these old traditional industrial bases in the east have declined more and more with the migration of industries. In fact, thinking about it, Gotham's crime rate is definitely related to the regional economy."

"Otherwise, why is it, right?"

Selena nodded softly: "Manhattan has Wall Street at least, and advertising industry at least. In terms of Gotham City, in terms of industry, we have long been replaced by China. The more turbulent the era, the more the gap between the rich and the poor widens, the more heroes and thieves emerge. So..."

"What if I don't care. I'm not Mayor Gotham, nor the police here, nor the patriarch of the city's number one big clan. I care whether it's dead or alive?"

Solan looked at the huge city under his feet with contempt. At this time, the plane slowly descended and the airport could be seen. All the centuries-grade cities on the east coast of the United States all have a strong British style. Gotham City especially inherited this point perfectly, and its Gothic style is absolutely dazzling.

But so what? Wasn't this a lush primitive continent of North America long before Mayflower logged into New Yorkshire?

As the plane landed, the shuttle bus drove a large number of passengers to the exit, and the clamoring crowds were marching together. Solan was an inconspicuous member, and among the crowds of people from all over the country, Selena's red long skirt was not so conspicuous, and many people had no time to look at her.

"Alfred should have been waiting for me at the exit. Selena, you are not going to visit us, right?"

Until now, Solan has not asked Selena why she suddenly passed by, but he had to pay attention to her next action.

"It's not that boring. I'll spend one day in Gotham at most and then need to go to New York."

This place is not far from the exit. Selena suddenly stopped. Solan did not follow the crowd and continued to move forward. He stopped and looked at the woman calmly.

"I want you to know what you are doing."

After a moment of silence, she said, "Alia Colo, I have had some contact with her. This girl is a typical professional killer... do you know?"

The crowds at the exit were endless, but no one would care about the pauses and chats of the individual two people. However, even so, Solan looked around cautiously. After all, this was Gotham. No one could be sure of the men in suits and ties, who were planning or confirmed criminals.

"You are afraid that I will cause trouble," he said, "But fortunately, the enemies that can threaten me these days are only those. As long as you don't lurk around and attack ordinary people like now... are you referring to?"

Selena looked at the airport gate, and countless people who took the station were holding signs along the way, and there were even more cars waiting outside. This was not a suitable place to continue the conversation, so she walked slowly, and Solan followed at the same time.

"After all, the example is right in front of you, and you must admit it."

She walked lightly with a small box in her hand: "For many years, Seattle has been very peaceful. Didn't the sisters come back to settle there and look forward to this? But look at the two recent zombie incidents really happened in just one and a half months after this girl arrived...."

"What she attracts, whether intentionally or unintentionally, we need to take into account the factors. And then..."

As he spoke, Selena wiped her thighs and acted subconsciously. Solan saw it and sneered, "Why, she's still harassing you?"

"Well... it's okay."

It was a reminder, but it was really just a reminder, and there was no intention to say more about more content. Selena then accelerated her pace and easily surpassed Solan, which was much ahead of him, and walked out of the airport gate ahead. The rolling crowd formed a perfect shelter. Solan followed behind slowly, and could only see the bright red quickly disappearing into the crowd, and it was difficult to find any trace.

"……what the hell?"

Solan muttered, and in a moment he walked through the boredly lengthy corridor and pushed open the glass door at the end.

The weather is quite similar to Seattle, but it is much drier, but there are also continuous dark clouds covering the sky, and the temperature is a bit cold. The road outside the airport is full of cars from pick-up and drop-off stations, mainly for rent, but there are many private cars parked here, waiting for the arrival of passengers.

Solan found the target in just one glance.

"Mr. Adams."

A white-haired old man in suit stood in front of the black Rolls-Royce, speaking in a delicate Oxford accent, and said loudly: "Mr. Wayne is looking forward to your visit and has prepared a generous dinner, just waiting for your arrival."

"Thank you, Alfred, the airport is not close to you."

"It is my honor to serve you."

Alfred opened the car door for him. The iced red wine and cigars were placed on the surface, because as he himself said, the road was a bit long by cars, a huge city of Gotham, and the distance from the suburbs to the suburbs was always either around the city or through the city.

"Where is him?"

"Master Wayne said he happened to have something to do now..."

With a slam, the door was closed. Solan looked at his watch. There was still a little time before he got off work. Bruce Wayne was busy at this time. This was really rare. Shouldn't he crawl out of the nest in the early morning?
Chapter completed!