"Well, this will make the taste."

Zhang San in the mirror was wearing a black hood, holding a shotgun in one hand and a submachine gun in the other.

The black jacket is wearing a bulletproof vest inside, and the underside are black trousers tied with a multi-function belt, and the shoes are thick-soled boots that are resistant to fucking.

With his appearance, he would be surrounded by a bunch of policemen holding rifles within three minutes of going out.

Not to mention passers-by, police, gangsters and some gang members will be scared to pee when they see them.

Not bad! This is the sense of deterrence!

"Do you eat watermelon?"

Suddenly, Chris, who was wearing only a pair of white tight underwear, pushed the door and walked in.

"Is it ice?"

"Who the hell are you?!"

Chris made a defensive posture to Zhang San for some reason, with some hostility in his eyes.

"Kara!!! There is a fucking huge keyboard with a gun in Zhang San's room!!!"

ah?

When Zhang San heard what Chris shouted, he was stunned.

He looked at himself in the glass again. Isn’t this a very common bank robber?

Is this the effect of hiding identity in the hood?

Turn yourself into a huge keyboard!?

Soon, Kara, who was cutting watermelon downstairs, ran up with a few young employees waiting on the table.

But Kara is still knowledgeable. She looked at the oversized gun-held keyboard in front of her and said, "Sir, the watermelon is ice."

"wt? This keyboard monster is Zhang San!?"

Chris looked strange and walked forward and touched the body of the big keyboard. The touch he sent back was completely the keyboard he often used.

After a while, Zhang San, who was sitting in the living room and eating watermelon, took the pattern that Kara had just drawn and looked at.

A translucent black keyboard as big as a human has limbs like a stickman. His hand holding the gun wrapped around the handle of the gun like a black dough, which looked very strange.

"So what kind of new nickname are you going to give me? Keyboard man? Or super keyboard? Or call you a keyboard gentleman?"

The smiling Chris told him a bunch of names related to the keyboard, and said that the keyboard teacher's voice was very magnetic at that time.

There is a feeling of self-current.

"104, when I become like this, you call me 104."

Pointing at the keyboard with one hundred and four keys on the paper, Zhang San set his new nickname.

[Keyboard is just a keyboard, it's better than becoming a bank robber...]

Outside, on a big tree in the valley, there was a black hooded shooting, sitting on the trunk, looking at the movements of the villa from afar.

In order to make himself look less conspicuous, this time he not only changed his original white hood to black.

He also changed his clothes to military green clothes that were similar to the woods, and he no longer wore that red outfit.

The auxiliary aiming device in front of his left eye, like a monocle glass, could allow him to see far, and he could see everything that happened outside the villa and behind the glass.

And now, in his view, a private helicopter landed in the villa yard.

There was only one man in black clothes on the helicopter.

"Bruce Wayne? I didn't expect that the big entrepreneur in Gotham would actually know the policeman from a remote town..."

But what is he doing?

Death Shooter quietly waited, and he was looking forward to what Bruce Wayne would bring out of the house later.

…

"You choose one and take it away."

In the basement, Zhang San pointed to the three women in the glass room and the calm Bruce next to him.

After a friendly exchange, Bruce, who had the desire to buy, said that he wanted to see the women possessed by alien creatures, so he was taken to the basement.

However, as he was going down the stairs ahead, his eyes drifted towards a square black metal door facing them.

What will be behind the door?

Is there a secret of Zhang San hidden in the room protected by a bank vault gate?

At the same time, Bruce also found that several people locked in the glass room were women who had appeared in the video communication between the two parties to operate the computer.

So did they voluntarily hand over alien technology at that time, or were they forced?

"Give."

Zhang San handed the perspective helmet that Kara brought to Bruce and told him how to use it.

"There is really a bug..."

Bruce put on the helmet and turned on the perspective function, and he saw the little bugs parasitized in the heads of three humans.

As Zhang San said, a bug as big as a palm lies in the human brain under the X-ray.

"Do you want me to drive one for you?" Zhang San pulled out his pistol and prepared to go in to give the big boss next to him a long eye.

"No, maybe there is a way to save them."

Bruce wanted to try it, even though Zhang San said when he was upstairs that they had already lost their lives.

"they?"

"I want all three of them."

A rich man is awesome, worthy of being a superhero, and he actually wants to save a few corpses.

"But I've been in contact with Xingchen Laboratory..."

"I'll double it."

"make a deal."

Zhang San agreed with a smile and asked Kara to inject the three people inside with a weak potion.

After taking the medicine, these butterflies with physical fitness that are beyond ordinary people will become very weak, so that there will be no accidents during transportation.

Then he took out a quilt from the glass room and wrapped the three of them inside.

He and Kara, one after another, carried the quilt wrapped in a man to Bruce's helicopter.

They also brought a box of "honey" eaten by butterflies, and the amount inside was enough for them to eat for a month.

If Bruce is lucky and has no accidents in the research within this month, then if they want to continue to survive their lives, they may have to pay more.

"Bye-Bye."

The money has arrived, and Zhang San, who is smiling, waves goodbye to the helicopter that is gradually taking off.

He is rich and generous, and the questions he asks do not involve personal aspects. He likes to talk about transactions with such people.

I don't know what he can use these three butterflies to develop...

However, all this was seen by the dead cum hidden in a tree. Years of experience told him that there were people in the quilt, and more than one.

Does Bruce Wayne, a Gotham entrepreneur, have any special hobbies?

It shouldn't be...

But if it is related to human experiments, Bruce Wayne wouldn't have come here in person.

What exactly are they doing?

Death cum was confusing, but he was not going to tell Amanda Waller about this.

Because he had only one mission, he monitored the woman named Kara.

Things other than blonde women are not included in the transaction.
Chapter completed!