Looking at the fierce fire circle that burned the ground to a crisp, all the reporters immediately understood why the Dark Knight was so anxious to save people. It turned out that the fire circle emitted by the Joker was very dangerous.
After thinking about it, these clever guys understood more clearly that Joker was asking the Dark Knight to choose between two options. If they wanted to chase him, they would have to give up saving their lives.
The Dark Knight, who cosplays as Batman, would never let these people be burned to death.
Therefore, he was destined to fail to catch Joker today, or even... to never catch Joker.
It seems that the Cavaliers must be a little stronger to allow Joker to play this trick.
But Joker is extremely good at playing with people's hearts and will do whatever it takes.
It's so painful to be a good person in this world.
Thinking of this, the weathered hearts of the reporters couldn't help but feel deep gratitude: This is a loyal fan who cosplays Batman to the extreme, and their lives are saved only thanks to the protection of Batman's spirit in heaven!
Well, I must go to the Batman fan website tomorrow.
As for the Dark Knight, he just left after saving the people without saying a word.
It was this kind of silent behavior, of saving people without seeking credit, that moved the reporters.
If it were them, they would at least stay and say a few words to stir up some heat.
So he is the Dark Knight and they are just reporters.
…
Three minutes later, Luke walked into the Kowloon Tong Tea Restaurant.
A waiter at the door who was clearing the table was very unique. He didn't follow the etiquette of American waiters at all.
He didn't even raise his head, but just slightly raised his eyes and asked calmly: "What do you want to eat?"
Luke liked this straightforward way of greeting: "I'm looking for someone." He walked to the innermost part without looking back.
When they found Selina, the man and the dog were hiding in a booth in the corner, eating and drinking.
Seeing him coming, Gold Nugget wagged its tail, and the process of flattery was complete.
Selina handed over the menu next to her: "Order yourself."
The menu of this tea restaurant was too complicated and she was a bit overwhelmed, so she had to let the great gourmet Lu do it himself.
Luke just glanced at the things on the table and shook his head helplessly: "It's a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, and you didn't even order Yuanyang."
Selena: "emumu~ what run?"
Luke was too lazy to talk nonsense and quickly scanned the menu, just in time to meet a waiter with a small notebook and an indifferent face coming over.
He just held the menu in front of him and pointed at it: "This, this..."
The waiter looked surprised, but habitually wrote down a long list of nearly twenty kinds of food, desserts and drinks.
Luke didn't give him a chance to speak. He just said lightly, "Three servings of each," listened to him repeat the menu, and then waved his hand to signal him to leave.
In this kind of Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, time is money.
Customers who are fast and talk less will never make the waiters unhappy, but will make them feel relieved.
Luke probably knew some of the "jargon" used by the waiters for ordering food, such as "pretty girls and pretty boys", "reverse eggs", "flying sand and running milk", "flying edges and running oil", and "double buttoning", but he had no way of using it and was too lazy to use it.
He's not picky about most Chinese dishes anyway; they're always better than regular American food.
Fortunately, it is almost ten o'clock in the evening and the peak dining time at the tea restaurant has passed.
Otherwise the waiter's attitude would be even worse.
It is impossible for two people and a dog to use a booth because there will definitely be people sharing the table.
The waiters will also use the method of collecting plates to remind guests who have occupied the table for too long that "you can leave now."
After the waiter left, Selina asked, "That's it over there?"
Luke knew the Life Foundation she was talking about, and nodded: "Find a few more people to clean up the mess thoroughly, and everything should be fine."
Selina: "Where are its fellows?" She glanced at the dog's head.
Luke: "Two of them are missing. Next, have all departments keep an eye on them. They are unfamiliar with the area and will probably cause some noise."
The two of them exchanged a few brief words, and then the waiter brought up a large pile of food.
Then, he saw for the first time what an emotionless "human table-turning machine" was.
The speed at which they ate was just slightly faster than the speed at which he delivered the food, which was extremely precise.
Even the empty tableware was neatly stacked aside, making it convenient for him to deliver a batch and take away a stack without any delay.
Of course, the waiter still misunderstood a little.
The one who was really eating fast was a certain dog head who was feasting under the table.
It is so fast that it can swallow a whole table of food including cutlery in one bite.
With this food regulator in place, Luke and the other boy actually ate very leisurely.
…
Eddie's stubbornness did not last long. On the third day after the battle in the Life Foundation's research building, he signed a temporary employment agreement with PDD.
To be more precise, it was his experience as a working person in recent years that forced him to resist the urge to sign the contract that night.
In fact, if Selena had waited for him to read the terms of the contract that night, he might have signed it.
There's no way, Luke and the others gave too much.
As a temporary worker for PDD, his basic salary is US$100,000 per year.
For a celebrity columnist, this treatment is attractive enough.
Because this is the basic salary, which is equivalent to a living allowance that is guaranteed to be profitable regardless of weather conditions.
But relying solely on this, at best you can only live a good life among ordinary people, and people who have some aspirations will definitely not be satisfied.
So, the real focus is the commission and intelligence bonus.
Every time you complete a commission or provide valuable intelligence, you will receive different levels of bonuses, ranging from a minimum of one thousand to a maximum of... no upper limit.
According to the example in the agreement, if Eddie discovered that the Life Foundation was kidnapping homeless people for experiments, he could get a bonus of one thousand dollars as long as he provided this information to PDD.
The amount of information related to the symbiote is as high as 500,000.
When Eddie saw this, he knew he was safe.
Who is Eddie? An emotionless news digging machine from the West Coast of the United States.
Ever since he became a fan of Batman, he has been focusing on digging up dirt on him for two years.
He has dozens of these thousand-dollar black money, no, it’s intelligence.
More importantly, in order to write his column, he used to spend a lot of time investigating, finding hard evidence, writing articles, and then fully promoting negative energy in society after digging one up.
Now he reports whatever he finds, and it is not difficult to report three or five pieces a month. The monetization efficiency and amount are dozens of times that of the previous newspaper.
Besides, for PDD, not every piece of black material is worth only one thousand, but the minimum value is one thousand.
Eddie felt that with his ability to obtain black materials, plus the "Venom Card Plug-in" that had just been launched, he might not be able to come across black materials worth hundreds of thousands or millions, but it would definitely not be difficult to obtain black materials worth thirty or fifty thousand.
As a columnist, he exposed those evildoers who committed heinous crimes, but it was difficult for them to be punished by law.
So what he really hopes for is that one day his report will be seen by the Bat Squad, and it would be best if the superheroes would directly airdrop in to "destroy" him.
Now, he had a channel to pass on the dirty laundry directly to Catwoman, so to hell with that useless column.
There is no such thing as literary and artistic success! The biggest dream of a certain angry young reporter is to make those villains bloom.