Since he had no intention of staying in Gotham City for a long time, after getting the "Beeboy", Solan was ready to return to Seattle. Of course, Bruce Wayne had the obligation to send him to the airport and talked with him about related matters along the way.

It was quite a long journey from Wayne Building in the center of the city to the destination Gotham City Airport. In order to show respect to the guests, Bruce sent a luxurious extended Lincoln sedan, with cigars and high-end wines of course not a problem. If Solan had not refused repeatedly, he even planned to recruit two beauties into the car.

"I'm not those ordinary businessmen who are always fooled by you. What kind of tricks are there in front of me?"

If you talk about smoking and drinking, it would be fine. Solan would refuse any of the last proposal: "Don't forget your idiot behavior. What's the name of that hotel? It's just that two Russian beauties went into the pool to take a shower, and you bought the entire bathhouse?"

"Hahaha, why don't I remember being Russian, it seems to be from Ukrainian?"

At this moment, because he was about to send someone away, Bruce Wayne was obviously relaxed and was extremely energetic to talk and laugh: "But this is not a fool's move. The turnover of the Rosmusky hotel has always been very good. I just did a business that went with the flow."

"It's up to you, as long as you don't buy my property, it's still a big deal to compare money with you."

Solan sat lazily in the soft car chair, almost sinking into his body, leisurely savoring the red wine and listening to the light music played by Alfred: "Let's talk about the topics that people should have, throw all the interesting things about your life aside. How about it, did the case last night have anything to do with the clown?"

Since Solan's tone changed, Bruce Wayne naturally removed his laughing mentality. Last night's case, six heavy trucks and arrogant bank robbers, such things that are hard to see in the country and other cities in the world for a century, are really common in Gotham.

"I think it has nothing to do with him. According to the guy's usual style, if it was really planned by him, he would have been unable to help but jump out." Bruce said seriously: "And the crimes he committed now are almost all directed against me. Ordinary and simple robbery are not the target he pursued. There were other planners in the matter last night, but unfortunately, I don't know how Gordon and the others are doing now."

Last night's pursuit miraculously did not cause any deaths. Even with Solan's intervention, even this was beyond his expectations. So naturally, it was easy to catch all the robbers in one fell swoop after the police rushed forward. It was a pity that their leader was not on the scene.

"Leave it to you slowly toss. Is there a little Batman who loves to fight crime? Is there just a bunch of bank robbers? Is there no trace?"

Solan waved his hand indifferently and looked out the window. Gotham City Airport was already very close. At this moment, a Boeing passenger plane was passing over their heads and heading towards the sky.

"When it comes to clowns"

But Bruce Wayne obviously had no intention of stopping. He touched his chin thoughtfully and said meaningfully: "Soran, how many of your old enemies in your life have been eradicated after so many years?"

Solan raised his eyebrows hard, and the wine glass that had just been held to his mouth couldn't help but put it down.

"My old enemy"

Soon after, the car arrived at the airport. The style of the airport waiting hall in Gotham City was very similar to that of Kennedy National Airport, and there were crowds of people. After sending the guests here, the patriarch Wayne did not stop or even left impatiently. Of course, there was no private plane to send him away. Solan only had a pitiful air ticket.

Although he did not receive the highest standard hospitality of Bruce Wayne, Solan did not care at all. Compared to those ordinary enjoyments, he had some serious matters to deal with. Just now, while waiting for the flight, Nina had already sent him the latest news, saying that she would go to the Selected Company to report tomorrow morning.

"Assistant brand promotionalist, or corporate image designer assistant, the actual effect of media people doing this kind of work"

Solan quietly recalled Nina's resume filling out. She naturally had a level of ability to work part-time at Seattle Daily when she was a college student. Due to her sensitivity to news and information, it was not inconsistent with publicity design. In fact, Nina did this and wrote it very clearly on her resume. She has studied design and publicity elective courses very seriously.

"The problem is, the God-Selected Company."

This is the key point. Although his colleague, Claude Harber, had long complained about the company and he proposed to investigate it to a certain extent, there was no effective gain. After all, no evidence at present proves that the company is directly responsible for any case. As a new large beverage company in Seattle, how can it easily accept the police's unreasonable difficulties?

"But this time it's not easy."

It's no reason to waste waiting time. Solan subconsciously clicked on the stock trading software and remembered that the company was not listed yet. The Nasdaq, Los Angeles or New York stock exchanges could not find it. With the help of listing financing, it expanded hundreds of stores in just three years. This speed is really a bit terrible.

"So, since you are recruiting a promotional design assistant, you will finally have a big move, right?"

The feeling of a storm coming and wind filled the building made Solan unable to help but breathe. Although the noisy airport was noisy, he was completely undisturbed.

Suddenly, the peaceful city where murders and zombies frequently occur, and their close relationship with a coffee, and the rapidly rising beverage company is about to go public. Although they have no decisive causal relationship with each other, if there is really an absolutely innocent third party, Solan would not believe it.

"I have to make big moves after I get home. I just hope I won't be forced to release the fire again."

The suitcase loaded with "Bibe Boy" was placed next to him. Although it was in Gotham City where thieves were everywhere, Solan was not afraid of being stolen by anyone. Compared to the eye-catching box's presence in the eyes of those who are interested, Solan is now considering the large company located thousands of miles away.

"If the God-Selected People really use some addictive additive, it will definitely need a manufacturing factory, and it will definitely not be in downtown Seattle. A local industrial area or somewhere in a foreign market? The investigation scope is very large. It is better to sneak into the company first and get useful information than to travel around the city with a reckless bet. So that's how it goes."

"Flight ac5663 from Gotham to Seattle is about to take off now, please wait for passengers to board the plane"

The radio came and the time came, Solan stopped thinking about it. He immediately picked up his suitcase and went to queue up. At this moment, he looked around. Sure enough, at least three men with no astonishing appearance immediately opened their eyes. They were all thieves, and they were staring at his metal-shelled treasure box. Now it depends on whether they are brave enough to rush up and grab it.

"No?"

Solan was a little disappointed. Until he passed the ticket gate after the ticket check, the three little ghosts just continued to patrol the scene and prepared to steal another unlucky ghost.

"Hmph, it seems that the lucky star has been favoring me."

Smiling indifferently, Solan threw three snack peanut beans and bounced at the three people.
Chapter completed!